Because Namjoon had so generously set out eight shot glasses to represent the number of people present, and Yugyeom had taken one, Yoongi ended up having drunken seven shots, and by the time he was finished, Jimin had been latched onto securely by the man gradually falling away from sobriety.

They weren't anything super strong, Namjoon had claimed, but perhaps from drinking five consecutive shots, along with the two Yoongi had taken minutes before, they added up. He could still function enough, but from here on out the others knew things would be interesting.

"So what's next?" Taehyung asked eagerly, trying to hold back his laughter at the sight of Yoongi snuggling his head into Jimin's stomach.

"The hat shall choose," announced the party host with a grin. As he picked the hat up, though, Namjoon started to move it towards Yoongi purely for reaction's sake. And he got a reaction, alright. Yoongi wasn't in the mood to have his Jimin's-stomach-cuddling-time interrupted, so he promptly extended his foot to kick the hat, thus causing all the paper slips to fall out.

"Mine," the mint-haired man mumbled. "You go play yer games, this is mine."

Jimin bit back a smile, patting his boyfriend's head gently. "Yoongi, we still have seven more games-"

"Seven shmeven, I say we play the napping game seven times. Jimin, lie down. Imma use yer tummy as a pillow."

"No napping games."

"Yer a bully."

"Not a bully. Why don't you pick the next game?"

Pouting in great dissatisfaction, Yoongi peeled himself from Jimin's stomach, but still kept his arm around him as he strained himself to reach forward and pick up one of the papers Namjoon had put back in the hat.

After choosing one, he opened it lazily, then squinted at the writing for about a minute before poking Jimin's shoulder. "It's blurry," he muttered. "Whoever wrote this has terrible handwriting. Is this even Korean?"

It wasn't blurry, Namjoon had great handwriting, and it was definitely in Korean.

"It says twister."

"Aw, yeah!"

"Jin, you are way too excited for this."

If Yoongi were a bit more sober at the time he may have pressed a stronger opposition to the game, but seeing as he wasn't, he just stuck by Jimin's side and played along.

The mat wasn't going to be big enough for eight players, or even seven, as someone had to be the referee or spinner. So they decided to just play numerous games, the first players being Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yugyeom.

"Can we put paint on the spots?"

"No, Jin."

"Why not??"

"The paint will get all over the carpet."

"But it would be funny."

Sighing, Namjoon shook his head, smiling, too, as he went ahead and spun the spinner. "Whoever's first, right hand, yellow."

"I got this." Taehyung stepped forward and did as was told of him. "I can already feel the back pains."

"Jungkook, right foot, red."

"Easy enough."

"Yugyeom, right hand, yellow."

"Done."

"Tae, right foot, green."

"Are there any prizes for winning?"

"Maybe. Kook, right hand, blue."

"Yugs, your butt's in the way."

"My butt was here first."

"Yugyeom, left foot, red."

"Well, now you gotta move."

"Now your butt's in my way."

"You're welcome."

Two minutes later and somehow Jungkook had managed to position himself to where his left arm stretched underneath Taehyung's torso while his right stretched over it, whereas his legs were both inconveniently situated below Yugyeom who was on the verge of collapsing onto them.

And he did.

And thus the three boys fell simultaneously.

"No one wins."

"That's not fair! Yugyeom–"

"Alright, don't take it out on Yugi now."

Chuckling at the commotion, Jimin gently nudged Yoongi's shoulder and looked at him. "You ready? We're gonna play now."

"What're we playin'?"

"Twister, Yoongi."

"Sounds dumb."

Jimin shook his head, taking his reluctant boyfriend's hand and helping him stand up from the couch. And without his approval Yoongi was thrown into the game along with Jimin and Hoseok, who was already on the verge of another giggle fit thanks to Yoongi's drunken expression.

"Yoongs, right hand, yellow."

"Jiminie, you're gonna have to help him," Jin teased, "he probably doesn't know what colors are at the moment."

"I do too," Yoongi huffed, reaching his left hand for one of the red spots.

"No, Yoongi, that's double wrong. Right hand, yellow..........no, not right hand, Jimin's face."

And so round two of the madness began, with Yoongi constantly mixing up lefts and rights and blues and reds, and him constantly looking for excuses to brush against Jimin and steal kisses, nearly getting disqualified because he would on numerous occasions nearly removed his hands and feet from the spots when he wasn't supposed to. Meanwhile Hoseok just found great amusement in Jimin having to direct his boyfriend like a child, as well as how red in the face he would get whenever Yoongi muttered anything under his breath.

In the end, once again, all three players collapsed simultaneously, and so there was no winner.

Now it was just Namjoon and Seokjin.

"Jin, left foot, blue."

"Right hand, green."

"Right foot, red."

"Left hand, red."

With these two, the game went on for a bit longer, with neither male losing the competitive fire burning in their eyes. Being the one who had chosen the game in the first place, Jin seemed to possess this intense surety that he was going to win, even if it meant sacrificing the potential joy in his boyfriend's expression that would arise if he allowed him to win.

In the end it was Seokjin who collapsed first.

And for whatever reason, Yoongi burst out laughing, aggressively slapping the nearest arm - which was Jimin's, of course - as he pointed at Jin's defeated, pouting face. And he began chanting take the shot, evidently not realizing that alcohol was not a factor in this game. Once he found out, disappointment washed over his face.

"Boring." He scrunched up his nose. "I had to do it. Not fair, is it, sweetheart?"

"Totally not fair," Jimin jokingly agreed, breathing a soft laugh as Yoongi ran his fingers softly through his hair and kissed his cheek.

In the meantime Namjoon was rolling up the twister mat as Seokjin tried to get over the fact that he had just lost his favorite game against one of the clumsiest people he knew. It didn't take long, as Namjoon flashed one of his charming smiles and Jin was powerless.

"How 'bout one more game, then we make dinner?" The host suggested. His boyfriend sighed and gave a slight nod.

"Sounds good to me."

And so the next game was chosen from the hat, this time by Taehyung, who so triumphantly raised his hand into the air after reading the paper and cried, "Blindfold dancing!"

From his seat Yoongi chuckled, "Let's go, Joonie."

Namjoon ignored the obviously insulting comment and went to retrieve the bandana he decided would be used as the blindfold. And, volunteering to go first, he tied and fastened the bandana around his eyes and held out his hand to Jin - well, that was the intention, anyway.

"Joonie, I'm honored."

"Not you, Kook."

"Can't believe you're cheating on me with our son. That's just messed up."

"Our son? I thought you disowned him."

"...this is true." Jin snapped his fingers. "Someone. Music, now."

Immediately Hoseok took out his phone, opened YouTube, then passed it to Yoongi to choose something to play. Everyone watched intently as the mint-haired boy, swaying on the couch, scrolled and tapped away at the screen.

Next thing they knew, Jingle Bell Rock started to play.

Confused, Namjoon began moving his arms and snapping his fingers, soon to be seized by Seokjin who just went along with it. It wasn't necessarily graceful, but certainly a riot to watch.

Once the song was over the bandana was passed to Jin. And this time Taehyung made the song selection. Except it wasn't a song. It was the entire Bee Movie but every time someone said bee it sped up.

"Change it." Jin hissed, trying to sound angry even though he was holding back laughter. "At least Yoongi's was a song."

"Jingle Bell Rock again, you say?"

"Just put it on repeat. We'll all dance to Jingle Bell Rock."

"It's freaking July."

"So? Haven't you heard of Christmas in July?"

"He's right, ya know."

"Yoongi, don't agree with Tae, it scares me."

After Namjoon and Seokjin had finished, Yugyeom eagerly accepted the bandana, pulling his boyfriend by the hand onto the "dance floor."

Jungkook took the liberty of setting Canada's national anthem as the first song. And the dance was an absolute disaster, because Yugyeom was too busy laughing up a storm and practically melting in Hoseok's arms, and the spectators argued that it could hardly be called a dance, more of a random selection of uncoordinated movements. When the bandana was transferred over to Hoseok, however, the pace changed considerably.

This was partially due to Jimin putting on the classic tango music, thus setting the mood and Hoseok's dramatic spirit was ignited. Even without being able to see, it was he who guided the giggling Yugyeom, gracefully and carefully around a small circle which he knew was empty, fo avoid bumping into the couch he knew was present or the coffee table which had been pushed to the side.

Their performance received a round of applause from the majority of the group - minus Yoongi, who seemed mildly unimpressed.

Next were Taehyung and Jungkook. For them, Seokjin selected the Mii channel music, to which Taehyung just about squealed with excitement and swept the blindfolded, completely unsuspecting Jungkook off his feet, and spun him around for about a minute and a half. From there on out Jungkook dizzily stumbled around with nothing but Tae's hands for guidance.

The blindfold was switched. The music selection was in Yoongi's hands again.

With a crooked, unidentifiable expression he put on a version of Levan Polka which lasted ten hours.

Jimin was about to change it but Taehyung excitedly told him to leave it on, and he and Jungkook just danced clumsily but happily to it for about five minutes before Namjoon finally said, "Alright, that's enough of that..."

Now, it was at last time for Jimin and the still partially drunken man to take the stage. Yoongi, a bit puzzled despite having absent-mindedly watched three sets of people do the same, flinched when Jimin tried to fasten the bandana around his eyes. Jimin just laughed and whispered for Yoongi to have a little faith in him.

Once the blindfold was in place, the music was selected.

And Jimin fully expected Tae or Jungkook or Hoseok to put on some meme song or something equally funny, but instead, his ears were greeted with something much different.

Yoongi's song. As in the one Yoongi had produced, and put together with the addition of both his and Jimin's vocals. And Jimin was kind of emotional and didn't know how to react at first, but then he noticed a confused but happy smile slip onto Yoongi's face. So he took one of his hands, and placed the other on Yoongi's waist, then just followed the music.

Not really a laughing matter. Purely romantic. Everyone was quiet as they watched the two move together, somewhat gracefully, even drunken Yoongi, but only because Jimin helped to guide him.

Finally the bandana was passed to the last person. Jimin tied it himself as the other watched.

Once it was on, Yoongi didn't hesitate to take Jimin's face in his hands and begin kissing him, just as Taehyung selected the Sesame Street theme as the final song.

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a/n:
(*'ー｀*) tomorrow's my birthday lol

also i have a yoonkook fic out for anyone who's interested

k bye love u ❤️