"oh my fucking god, why do you still have this small ass couch in your living room?" you asked, entering hoseok's living room. you were all going to meet up for a drinking get-together, as you do every week on fridays. since you were the first to come over to hoseok's, you decided to take advantage of the time and lay on the small couch. a little nap won't hurt anyone. just as you layed down, you heard hobi screaming.

"yumiko nakamura, you better open your eyes before i rip your eyeballs out!" you immediately opened you eyes and looked at him with shock.

"that was so agressive, hoseok-ah!" he just rolled his eyes, throwing your legs off the couch and sitting next to you.

"you better get your shit together miko, the guys are on their way."

"i always wondered why do we have to get shit-faced every friday, when we can do it any other day. i don't mind getting drunk on monday." you said, as you snapped your knuckles. hobi looked at you with disgust.

"you little alcoholic, stop snapping your knuckles oh my god, and you know that friday is the only day everyone is available." he said.

"hey, i'm not little!" you pushed him off his seat.

"you're shorter than jimin and that's saying something." he started laughing. you scoffed and closed your eyes again.

you've known jung hoseok for almost ten years now. he was your only friend in the very first months after moving to korea.

so you basically knew him since high school. he was one year older than you, but he still somehow managed to act like a baby. moving to korea wasn't the best experience, but it always could be worse. your parents decided to move there,

because of the intresting culture. you personaly prefered australia more than korea. your mum is an aussie and your dad is japanese. so you basically grew up learning three languages. japanese, english and korean. you were learning korean, because your uncle's wife is korean. that's why you didn't have much problems with the language after moving. but back to hoseok. you met his friends four years ago. they fastly became your friends too. they called themselves bangtan (the funniest thing about this is that they came up with it while being drunk at one of your parties). besides hobi, you had the best connection with yoongi and taehyung. but still, you were all bunch of crackheads.

you opened your eyes when you heard the doorbell ring. 'nah, i'm not getting off this couch, fuck off. all of you.' the fact that you want to sleep all the time is probably why you and yoongi immediately clicked. but oh yeah, it's just a detail.

"YUMIKOOO!" you turned your head towards the entrance to the kitchen and saw taehyung.

"hi taehyungie." you said, not bothering to stand up from the couch.

"you little shit, stand up when i'm talking to you" he said. you picked up a random pillow and threw it at him.

"show me some respect, i'm your noona after all." you smirked.

"you're older just by a few months!"

"STILL YOUR NOONA"

"FUCK!"

you finally stood up from the couch and decided to pour yourself a huge glass of wine, since it's THE friday and you're already at it. you've been so busy with your wine , that you didn't notice all the boys already sitting on the couch .

"noona, get your cute lil ass over here!" you heard jeongguk shout. with a sigh, you lazily got up from the kitchen table and went to the living room. you saw yoongi, jimin and seokjin sitting on the couch, while the rest was scattered around the room. jeongguk was sitting on the floor , next to the couch. tae was laying on gguk's shoulder and was playing with his hair. namjoon was sitting in the armchair, with hobi on his lap. they were dating, byt the way.

"good evening beautiful people" you said as you sat on jimin's lap. he put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"well hello yumiko" jimin whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes.

"not with the whispering thing again, park. and for the last time, I'M YOUR NOONA, so you have to show me some respect, don't you think, honey?" you caressed his chin. the boy got shy immediately, but that's just how park jimin is.

confident as hell, but when you talk back: shy mode on.

"you were born the same year i was." he whispered, slightly embarassed.

"but i was born in january, chim." you started chuckling. he scoffed and pushed you off his lap. you rolled your eyes and sat on yoongi's lap instead.

drinking parties weren't as intresting as you could think. we were just talking, drinking and teasing namseok. BUT since hoseok was drunk shitless, he decided to play spin the bottle.

"the oldest goes first SEOKJINNIEEE" he shouted. jin rolled his eyes but made himself comfortable on his seat.

"truth or dareeeee"

"truth"

"boooo"

"shut it hoseok"

"THAT WAS SO MEAN"

"hmm do you have a crush on someone?"

"what, are we in like second grade or something?"

"JUST ANSWEAR THE DAMN QUESTION!"

"OKAY OKAY, i do have a crush on someone"

i stared squealing.

"shut it, yumiko!" yoongi shouted and started tickling you.

"NO NO NO"

"YUMIKO STOP"

"TELL YOONGI TO STOP TICKLING ME"

yoongi stopped tickling you and you got more comfortable on his lap.

"your turn yoongi"

"dare"

"i dare you to make out with miko" jin smirked. you turned my body as you were now straddling yoongi and leaned closer to his face.

"you don't have to-"

"what? are you scared now? it's just a stupid dare." your lips touched his and let's just say, things escaleted really quickly. he grabbed your waist and deepend the kiss. he was your good friend and you never thought of him in a romantic way, but god, he was such a good kisser. the whole kiss lasted around two mintues, because of a certain midget in the room. you shouldn't call him that, because he's still taller than you, but oh well he is still a midget.

"maybe it's time to stop." jimin said sternly. you giggled and got off yoongi's lap. you headed to the kitchen for another glass of wine. you started humming a song you recently heard on the radio. you felt someone's hand sliding on your waist.

"personally, i think us making out was the hottest thing that ever happened at these drinking parties." yoongi whispered into your ear.

"yup, definetely hotter that jeongguk's striptease. but his thighs though..." it's not your fault that you have a thigh fetish. actually it is your fault but shhh.

"oh my god, i seriously hate you yumiko nakamura."

"you know it's not true, min yoongi" you turned to face him and looked him in the eye.

"god, you're so full of yourself." he groaned. you felt him suddenly picking you up the bridal style and heading towards the pool in hoseok's backyard.

"NO NO NO DON'T YOU DARE MIN YOONGI"

he threw you into the pool. 'i. am. going. to. kill. him.' you thought.

"MIN YOONGI" you got out of the pool and started running after him. which wasn't that hard, he's still running like a grandpa.

"GET AWAY FROM ME AAA YOU'RE WET" he shouted.

"YEAH, BECAUSE OF YOU, COME HERE YOU MONSTER!" you finally catch him and starting hugging him. he started squealing and trying to get out of your embrace. within few seconds he was as wet as you were. you started laughing.

you noticed jimin looking at you and yoongi through a window. when he noticed your gaze, he backed off from the window. you went inside of the house and decided to find jimin. when you found him, he was looking at you like he was going to run away from you. you quickly got closer to him and started squeezing him really tightly.

"what the hell are you doing miko, you're all wet ew"

"i know you love me either way, so shut up" you snuggled to his neck, you noticed he was holding his breath.

"relax jiminie" you wanted to tease him a bit, so your exact words were:

"jiminie oppa, relax." you whispered directly in his ear. his breath hitched and you heard a silent squeal.

"what the-"

"you're so kinky, minnie" you giggled and kissed his cheek. you saw him blushing a little.

he's the fucking cutest.