The seventeen-year-old boys and Hoseok gathered at the latter's house as Jimin had planned. They had a variety of beers and a few bottles of soju for Hoseok since he enjoyed the specific drink a bit more than beers, and occasionally, Taehyung did too.

"Who wants to play overwatch? I'm bored," Jeongguk whined.

"We said we would party today, not play video games." Jimin released a tsk sound as he bumped his shoulder.

"But it's only us anyway, so why not?"

The doorbell rang right after Jeongguk's inquiry, and everyone frowned in confusion except for Hoseok and Jimin.

"Are we waiting for someone else?" Namjoon asked.

His question was ignored as Hoseok skipped to the door. "Hey, Tae!"

"Hi." Taehyung's smile hardened on his face as his eyes traveled behind Hoseok, catching sight of the five boys. "What the hell?"

"What? Oh, it was a last-minute thing. They just decided to come," Hoseok lied with finesse, lifting an idle shoulder.

Taehyung hummed, not totally convinced by his hyung's words, but walked inside, anyway. "Hello."

"Oh, Mr. Kim, we didn't know you were coming," Seokjin said, an awkward chuckle seeping through his lips.

"I didn't know you guys would be here either." Taehyung forced a smile as he shot a glare at Hoseok.

"Okay, okay, let's drink!" The receiver of that death glare draped an arm over Taehyung's shoulders and led him to the couch.

"You didn't tell me that Taehyung was coming!" Jeongguk whisper-yelled to Jimin, making sure no one else could hear him.

"You didn't ask," Jimin shot back tauntingly. "And if I did, you wouldn't have come!"

"So you set this up?"

"Obviously." He rolled his eyes, and Jeongguk could only huff in annoyance.

Jeongguk was unsure about drinking a lot, but it wasn't a question anymore when Taehyung popped up there. He was going to drink. A lot. Only the thought of Taehyung with that guy Seongwoo made him cringe.

They began drinking soon enough, laughing and chatting about an array of things.

"We should play a game!" Jimin exclaimed.

"What game?" Yoongi asked, grimacing at his suggestion.

"Since we don't know Taehyung well, we should play truth or dare!"

"Did you just call me by my name?" Taehyung asked, taken aback.

"Oops. When we're at a house drinking together, you can't expect me to call you Mr. Kim."

"He's got a point," Hoseok chimed in. "But I think we're a little too old for truth or dare."

"Oh come on, hyung, old my ass!" Jimin said through his laughter.

"You got a quite big mouth, don't you?" Taehyung sneered.

"Yes. Do you wanna see for yourself?" Jimin plastered a sly smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with innuendos.

"Jimin!" Hoseok cried, but what startled most of them, if not all, was that Jeongguk yelled at the same time as him. And just like that, everyone scrutinized him as he ducked his head, embarrassed to the core.

"Okay, I was just kidding." Jimin snorted. "Let's play the game and drink more because your asses are quite grumpy."

They perched on the carpet in a circle and decided to spin a bottle and whoever got the bottom of the bottle pointing at him could ask a question to the person the top of the bottle was pointing at. And whoever was caught lying or wasn't able to do a dare, he would take a sip of his drink. Jimin suggested that they could drink a shot of soju, but Hoseok was quick enough to dismiss his suggestion.

"Okay, I'll spin the bottle." Namjoon did as he said and it landed on Taehyung and Hoseok a few seconds later.

"Wow, Mr. Kim, you're the lucky first!" Jimin clapped his hands in tiny, thrilled.

"Hmm, I already know everything about Hoseok. I don't have anything to ask him."

"Then tell him to do a dare." Yoongi shrugged.

"Okay, um..." Taehyung rubbed his chin in thought. "I dare you to dance cutely for thirty seconds without music."

"Weak," Jimin scoffed at his words.

"Let me be! It's my first time playing this stupid game."

"The first!?" Seokjin asked.

"Well, yeah. I didn't have a group of friends growing up like you guys."

"Now you have us!" Jimin chirped, and Taehyung would be lying if he said that he didn't feel a tiny bit warm inside.

Eventually, Hoseok stood up to dance, and he succeeded in making everyone cringe by his cuteness. "Okay, my turn." He spun the bottle and landed on Yoongi and Jimin.

"Truth or dare?" Yoongi asked.

"Truth!"

"Do you like Taehyung?" The rapid-fire question rendered everyone in surprise; it was as though he had it prepared.

"Well, look at him. Who wouldn't like him? Right, Jeongguk?" Jimin wiggled a mischievous brow at him.

"Um, yeah, whatever," Jeongguk murmured, bashful, as he lowered his head.

"So do you?" Yoongi pressed.

"He's handsome, but I wouldn't do anything with a teacher," Jimin tossed off but regretted it right away. His jaw dropped open with a soundless gasp as he jerked his head in Jeongguk's direction. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you saying sorry to him?" Seokjin's face contorted in puzzlement.

"Um, no reason. Let's continue."

In the next round, the bottle ended up pointing at Namjoon and Jimin again. "Jimin, truth or dare?"

"Let's go with dare."

"I dare you to hold hands with Yoongi for the next two rounds."

"What!? He doesn't like skinship."

"It's not his dare, it's yours. He doesn't have a say in this."

Jimin's eyes flitted to Yoongi, wandering his wooden expression, and he crawled to him seconds later, hesitant.

"Let's get it over with." Yoongi extended his hand to him, looking in the complete opposite direction, and felt delicate fingers interlock with his.

Jimin cleared his throat and spun the bottle once more.

"Kookie, truth or dare?" Hoseok asked in a sing-song tone.

"Dare."

"Walk on your hands from one side of the room to the other."

"That's a good one." Seokjin chuckled.

"Hyuuuung, are you really gonna make me do that right now?" Jeongguk protested.

"If you don't wanna do it, drink."

Jeongguk sighed but decided to give it a try. He stood at the one side of the living room and did a handstand, causing the others to break into cheers. He didn't have any difficulty walking with his hands since he had practiced it countless times before.

Each movement shook his body, leading his shirt to fall to his neck, exposing his well-formed abs. Everyone whooped and cheered even louder except Taehyung, who just gawked at him moon-eyed, his mind drifting into a bubble that contained every unholy memory he had with him.

His breath came in short puffs as the success was almost in his grasp, but his arms yielded at the weight and constant pressure, leaving him collapsing onto the floor. "I was almost there!"

"You did great though," Hoseok encouraged with a smile.

Jeongguk sipped his beer, still panting, and his eyes locked with Taehyung as he lowered his drink. His gaze was anchored on him and flat out focused as if he had been staring at him for a while. He pored over his expression in an attempt to discover what was hidden behind it, but failed, and instead redirected his attention to the game. The bottle landed on him yet again and Seokjin.

"Truth or dare, Jeonggukie?"

"I don't think I can do another dare right now. Truth."

Seokjin thought about it for a moment. "Who was the last person you checked out and did they notice?"

"Interesting," Jimin breathed out teasingly.

And Jeongguk panicked. It wasn't okay for everyone in that room to know that the last person he checked out was his teacher, now was it? "I'd rather not answer and happily take a sip."

"You're so not fun," Jimin said with an eye roll.

But Jeongguk paid no attention to him and spun the bottle which landed on Hoseok and Taehyung.

"Truth or dare, Tae?"

"Um, truth."

"When was the last time you watched porn?" he asked, making everyone crack up and Taehyung choke on his spit.

"Hyung, what the fuck!?"

"What? Let's spice it up a bit."

Taehyung heaved a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut in vexation. "I don't remember. It's been a while."

"Oh, because you have a boyfriend?" Jimin asked.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"What about Seongwoo?" Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he gave him a curious look.

"Why are you talking about him in front of everyone?"

"We're a group of friends right now, Taehyung. Everything that's said here is forgotten tomorrow!" Seokjin said.

Taehyung just glared at him. "Whatever, I don't have a boyfriend."

Jeongguk delivered continuous glances towards Taehyung, and upon hearing that he didn't have a boyfriend, an outpouring of relief coursed through his body for some reason.

"Okay, Jimin, you can return to your seat," Namjoon said. "Actually, let's change seats all of us."

After shuffling around, Taehyung spun the bottle, and it landed on Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Namjoon, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Yoongi eyed the others for a spell before returning his gaze to him. "Give the person who sits across from you a hickey."

A jumble of exclamations boomed across the room as everyone's excitement skyrocketed. Namjoon, on the other hand, gulped in sheer anxiety. He was about to give a hickey to Seokjin.

"Come on, Joon." Seokjin chuckled as he gestured him to come closer.

Warily, Namjoon crept to the other side of the circle and sat on his knees in front of him, setting a faltering hand on his nape. He dipped his face into his neck and sucked his skin in a way that had Seokjin inhaling a sharp breath.

He added more tension to his ministrations, sinking his teeth into his skin as well, and a quiet sound infiltrated his senses — a sound he could identify as a moan. He drew back a while later, checking if he managed to mark him, although he knew he did. Smiling faintly at his achievement, he trailed the scarlet spot with his finger as Seokjin, and everyone actually, stared at him.

"Wow," escaped Seokjin's mouth in awe.

"That was hot!" Jimin chirped, and only then Seokjin snapped out of it and spun the bottle.

"Jeonggukie, this is not your lucky day," Jimin taunted. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Jeongguk said through gritted teeth.

"Tell us about your last kiss in detail."

Heat pooled on his cheeks at once as his eyes grew unnaturally big. Not wanting to drink more at the moment, he had to give him an answer as much as he didn't want to.

"This is so much fun!" Seokjin exclaimed as he clapped his hands.

Jeongguk wavered, arms curling around his knees as he brought them closer to his chest, ears and cheeks blazing with a reddish tint. "It was, um, really hot actually. It was r-rough but soft at the same time. It was really good and hot and I don't know what else to say, leave me alone," he mumbled at the end as he tucked his face into his hands, uneasy.

"I'm surprised you still remember your last kiss with Minsu," Seokjin snickered.

"Yeah, it's been six months or something," Yoongi added.

"I'm surprised too," Jeongguk lied right to their faces, but he truly didn't want everyone to know who he actually had kissed.

"It must have been really hot, huh?" Jimin provoked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Shut up," Jeongguk snarled, menaces radiating from his eyes.

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