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''what?'' yoongi blinked, his cheeks reddening slightly as he realized the dare he had just been given. ''k-kiss all 6 members? on the cheek?'' he read aloud, mentally cursing himself as he heard his voice slightly crack. damn. this was going to be absolutely humiliating. the audience watching erupted into a pit of laughter, and a few girls screaming at the top of their lungs rang the ears of everyone in the building.
hearing this, the MC let out a chuckle.
''army seems to enjoy fanservice like that! do it for the fans, won't you, min suga?'' she pressed, a sinister smile plastered on her face, which angered the petite rapper. oh. she knew yoongi wasn't a big fan of skinship, didn't she? damn demon. he'd remember this.
''why me?'' he playfully groaned, causing more laughter to erupt from the viewers.
yoongi frowned, trying his best to hide how absolutely embarrassed he was. he didn't want to kiss anyone, let alone his bandmates, who were practically family at this point, so this was just going to be absolutely pleasant. he sighed as he placed the dreaded strip of paper down on his seat, glaring harshly at the bold print which read his doom.
as yoongi stood, he looked over at his fellow members, who were staring back at the second eldest with different expressions.
each of the boys had their own unique reactions.
taehyung, who was sitting directly to yoongi's left, seemed like he didn't even know what was happening. when yoongi leaned down, the rapper took a deep breath before finally gathering up the courage to actually fulfill the stupid MC's stupid dare. the rapper whispered silkily into taehyung's ear, apologizing first as he laid his lips on the vocal's pale cheek.
taehyung's face at this point was blood red, and he felt a swarm of butterflies build up in his chest as yoongi leaned closer, clenching his fists along the way. ohmygod. yoongi just kissed me. min yoongi.
and that's when something inside him sparked.
the audience cheered, the girls' screaming was even louder than before. the rest of the members laughed along with the audience, secretly dreading the moment their faces would be tainted with yoongi's lips.
''oh my god! taegi!'' a girl's voice shrieked, reddening yoongi's face. the MC let out a laugh.
''Well, it seems as if the audience is enjoying this!'' she said, only annoying yoongi even further. no shit.
but bangtan's smallest rapper ignored the annoying MC's comment and moved on to the next member, leaving behind a red taehyung, who hovered a single hand over his cheek where yoongi had placed his delicate lips.
shit. shit shit shit. this was so awkward, yoongi swears he's going to kill every last writer who thought this would be a good fucking idea.
yoongi took a deep breath as he approached jimin, who was looking up at yoongi with a crooked smile. he could tell that the younger male was nervous, but that didn't matter now, it's not like yoongi could have done anything about it at this point.
''what? don't you wanna kiss me, hyung~?'' jimin teased, causing a pink tint to appear around yoongi's pale cheeks. what a fucking tease. he always said shit like this, just to see a reaction from the older male. and yoongi knew this. and it annoyed him like crazy.
''aish, park jimin, if you don't shut up i'll have to slap you.'' he growled, causing a slight giggle to leak from the younger's lips.
''sorry, hyung! continue.'' he said, his eyes disappearing into little crescents as his infamous smile crept onto his face.
yoongi sighed as he leaned down, his hand travelling up to one of jimin's polished cheeks in order to keep himself stable. and shit. the atmosphere changed faster than the speed of light, and jimin's smile slowly melted. jimin shuddered at the touch, which, to jimin's relief, went unnoticed by his favorite hyung. jimin's breath was heavy at this point, feeling yoongi so close was unnerving. but it just felt so right.
and that's when it happened.
that's when jimin felt it, when he felt yoongi's pink lips sweep against his cheek. and it felt so right. like he wanted more.
but the kiss ended as quick as it came. to everyone else, the kiss lasted a millisecond, yoongi pulling away almost immediately to protect whatever was left his pride. but to jimin, the kiss could have lasted a couple of years. it wasn't enough. it just wasn't.
the audience screamed even louder than before.
''yoonmin! yoonmin! yoonmin!'' a few girls chanted as the rest of the members let out crazy laughter.
jimin laughed in response, shaking off the butterflies in his stomach as yoongi collapsed onto the floor, acting over dramatic about the situation as he let out a yell. hoseok, who was next in line, jumped from his seat and let out an overdramatic yell as the audience shrieked in laughter, knowing he was about to face his doom.
and yoongi regained his composure, sweeping the imaginary dust on his knees as he faced towards hoseok, who was desperately trying to hold back laughter. yoongi placed his hands on both sides of the fellow rapper's cheeks, hoseok desperately trying to pull away.
and just like that, hoseok felt a pair of lips kiss his cheek, causing the boy to let out a yell almost immediately. and yoongi jumped back, laughing his embarrassment off.
and that's when he felt something.
something strange.
and fuck, did he like the feeling of yoongi's lips against his skin.
hoseok sat back in his seat after overreacting the whole situation, being his usual self and running laps around the stage a few times as the audience laughed in amusement.
but as much as he hid it,
damn. he really liked his hyung.
and then jin was next.
the eldest member smiled cheekily as he closed his eyes, making his familiar pretty face as he sank a finger into his cheek in attempt to act cute.
yoongi puffed his cheeks in a pout as he looked down at the madnae, shaking his head.
''do i have to?'' he whined, causing the eldest to immediately stand from his seat in playful aggression.
''what's wrong with kissing me!?'' he yelled, triggering the audience's laughter. jin tugged on yoongi's collar playfully as he pretended to be angry. ''am i not pretty enough!?'' he shouted, and jimin broke out in laughter from behind, falling from his seat as he clutched his stomach.
yoongi saw a chance and he took it. he just wanted this to be over, of course.
the eldest rapper quickly kissed the older's cheek in his hold, catching him off guard. jin yelled as he let go of the younger, and several members fell from their seats in laughter.
but jimin couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
hoseok couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
taehyung couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
and jin couldn't help but feel like the kiss was right.
and even though the eldest hid his feelings by screaming his lungs out like the playful person he was, he was fighting back the butterflies in his stomach which fluttered harshly along his insides.
and jin couldn't help but feel a little jealous when yoongi moved on to namjoon, who fell to the ground with red cheeks once he felt the rapper's lips against his dimple. namjoon didn't put up much of a fight, but that didn't stop him from screaming once the kiss was over.
those lips should be kissing him and him only.
and that's exactly how hoseok felt. how taehyung felt. how jimin felt.
and that was how namjoon felt too when yoongi moved on to jungkook.
''yoonkook!'' another girl shrieked from the audience, causing yoongi to slightly blush. jungkook held back laughter as his hyung clenched his fists and stood up.
damn, this felt so wrong. how old was this kid again?
jungkook smiled mischievously as the two faced each other, yoongi looking up.
wait, when did this kid get so tall?
''what's wrong hyung? is my height too intimidating?'' he snickered. this kid.
''shut up.'' the elder growled, frowning, which jungkook found the cutest thing.
yoongi practically had to stand on his tip toes to reach the younger male's pale cheek.
their height difference was certainly something to laugh at, considering yoongi was, how many years older than this kid?
relax. only four years. it's not that bad.
and then jungkook felt it. his heart stopped. yoongi's lips, his touch, his presence, everything was so clear. the feeling of yoongi's lips on his cheek was everything.
he liked the feeling of yoongi's lips against his cheek.
like, really liked it.
and so did taehyung.
so did jimin.
so did hoseok.
so did jin.
so did namjoon.
they all were falling for him whether they liked it or not.
and the audience screamed. a couple of girls sobbed in the background, smiling like idiots as they claimed that their otps were ''canon''.
''as if that would ever happen'' yoongi thought. none of the members viewed him like that. like hell they'd want a relationship.
right?
wrong.
damn wrong.
so wrong that it almost hurts.
and the interview continued on as always, yoongi didn't think twice about the kisses. it was normal, it was just fanservice. nothing special. right? wrong again.
damn wrong.
the memory of yoongi's lips on their cheeks was enough to distract the boys for the rest of the day. everyone but yoongi seemed to be occupied in their thoughts, and acted more distant when answering more truths and fulfilling more stupid dares.
shit.
and then that's where it all started. the chaos that was about to unfold within bangtan all started with a single dare.
with a kiss. and just like that, everything changed.
everyone had fallen for min yoongi.
******
"damnit..." yoongi mumbled before letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
"what is it, hyung?" jimin questioned, looking up from his phone at the clearly irritated male. yoongi dropped his head back, wiping his hands across his pale face in a stressful manner. he was fucking stressed.
"its just- this stupid song. i cant figure out how to make it flow in a way that sounds good." he groaned, causing a frown to spread across jimin's face.
the two members were in yoongi's genius lab. yoongi was working on a song for their next comeback, and jimin was lounging around (after much begging of course, its not like yoongi asked for jimin to be there, mind you) and tapping across his phone. the younger male had gotten bored, and what better way to pass time than to breathe in the same room as your crush?
jimin sighed.
"its okay, hyung, why dont you take a break?" jimin suggested, putting down his phone and standing from his comfortable position. yoongi shook his head.
"not now jimin." he rejected, returning his eyes to the monitor in front of him. he couldnt take a break now, not when there was a ton of work to be done in such a short amount of time.
jimin crossed his arms in response, shaking his head at his hyung's stubbornness.
"if you dont take a break, you wont get enough rest. if you dont get enough rest, you cant think right. if you cant think right, you cant think of lyrics. if you cant think of lyrics, you cant make music. if you cant make music, you-"
"aish! i get it!" yoongi interrupted, irritancy heavily hinted in his tone of voice. "damn brat..." the elder mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"come on, hyuuuung! please take a break!" jimin begged, sneaking up behind yoongi's chair and pretending to frown.
"aish, shut it! im busy!" the eldest rapper growled, his eyes strictly focused on his computer's glowing screen. its a shock that this man isnt blind yet, considering how many hours he spends staring at the bright screen daily. jimin sighed in reply, a smirk making its way across his plump lips as an idea sparked in his mind.
jimin giggled as he wrapped his arms around yoongi, trapping the small male between his arms and the office chair he'd been resting on all day. he rested his chin on the elder's shoulder and hummed.
"yoongi hyung~" he sing-songed. "pleeeease? if not for you, for me?" he whispered against the rapper's neck, his voice gently sinking into yoongi's pale skin.
and fuck, if yoongi had never blushed before, he wouldve thought his face was burning at that moment.
"w-what the hell!? g-get off!" the rapper squeaked, mentally cursing himself shortly after realizing that he stuttered. he fucking stuttered. what the hell was park jimin thinking?
yoongi hated feeling vulnerable, and the younger used that to his advantage. brat.
jimin giggled.
"please hyung?" he whispered once more, smiling as he noticed the elder's burning cheeks.
yoongi frowned as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"fine, but get the hell off me!" he hissed, causing jimin to grin.
yoongi let out a sigh of relief as the younger released him from his dangerous hold. it was absolutely embarrassing how jimin could make him so flustered.
but jimin loved it. he loved how easily flustered his hyung was, he loved the shade of red his usually pale cheeks would turn at the right amount of teasing, he loved the way yoongi would stutter when he tried to speak at these moments, but most of all, he loved the way it felt to be able to make yoongi submit to him. a submissive yoongi was a cute one, and jimin loved cute things. jimin loved yoongi.
but yoongi was oblivious to the vocal's feelings, as he was to everyone else's.
yoongi was painfully oblivious to something so painfully obvious.
"i win!" jimin exclaimed, his teeth exposed as he smiled brightly at his victory. yoongi growled, pouting, which jimin found absolutely adorable.
"shut the hell up before i ban you from ever entering my genius lab ever again." yoongi warned.
"okay, okay!" jimin agreed, watching as the second eldest stood from his seat with an irritated yet tired expression.
****
"see? you should be thanking me." jimin said, earning him a glare from the elder.
the pair was now walking home from the studio, and jimin had just began to speak after yoongi let out a quiet yet noticeable yawn.
yoongi mumbled something under his breath, and jimin couldnt hear exactly what he said, but his ears could make out a few simple words that sounded an awful lot like "brat" "this kid, he doesnt know when the hell to shut his mouth"
jimin hummed, and yoongi merely shrugged.
"whatever. if i wasnt already tired i wouldnt of had given in to your stupid tactics, so dont flatter yourself." yoongi said.
so the two walked, their steps almost in harmony, under the pale moonlight. by this time, it was probably already pass midnight, but thats not what jimin was worried about.
no, jimin's mind was busy worrying about whether or not yoongi could hear how loud his heart was beating right now. being this close to yoongi, being alone with him under a beautiful sky painted with beautiful stars. he wondered what crossed yoongi's mind as their hands accidentally brushed against one another. he wondered what was going through yoongi's head as jimin's breath became heavier by the second. he wondered if yoongi could feel the tension that jimin felt.
but yoongi showed no signs of worry, no, in fact, he looked almost relaxed. and that drove jimin crazy. how was his heart not bursting out of his chest by now? how did he manage to keep such a cool expression when they were so close?
yes, they were close— only a mere few inches held the two from fully touching. it was a cold night, and yoongi hated being cold- despised it- so it was only extinct that he'd be walking so fucking close to jimin. so close that it hurt. it hurt jimin that they werent making out right now. why the hell werent they making out right now?
"jimin-ah?" yoongi spoke, breaking the silence and stopping his movement. until now, the only noise detected was the rumble of cars driving by and the twos' delicate footsteps stepping against the solid concrete.
jimin paused his walking to keep yoongi's pace, and looked down at his hyung —yes, slightly down, jimin was sure he'd grown at least a cm because he was looking down at his hyung. either that, or yoongi was slouching. or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had decided to wear shoe insoles that day. either way, he looked taller than yoongi at this moment, and that made him feel all sorts of things.
"hm?" he responded, and yoongi spoke again.
"why the hell is your breathing so loud?"
"what?"
"i can fucking hear your breath. i dont think thats normal?" he repeated, this time with more detail. "are you having an asthma attack or something? is it allergies? im concerned."
a pink tinge invited itself to appear on jimin's face as he looked at his hyung, who really had noticed his heavy breathing.
of course he wasnt having an asthma attack.
of course it wasnt allergies acting up.
it was the fact that he was so fucking close to yoongi. the fact that he was alone with him. the fact that he was in love. he was nervous, not asthmatic.
jimin shrugged. he wanted so badly to say, "because im in love with you and i cant handle being so close can we just kiss already" but figured that maybe that would just make things awkward.
"yeah, i guess its allergies acting up." he lied. what else did you expect from him? he wasnt going to confess that his heavy breathing was because he was head over heals for this guy. not now, at least. "its pretty cold, so i guess my nose is pretty stuffed up, haha. but its okay, hyung! dont worry about it!"
"yeah whatever, just take some allergy pills when we get to the dorms or something." yoongi said, hiding his face in his own scarf. jimin found this to be absolutely adorable, by the way.
jimin smiled.
"of course!"
****
"well? what took you two so long?" jin questioned, eyebrow raised as he impatiently tapped his foot and waited for an explanation from the late pair.
"do i have to give you an explanation every time i come home a little late?" yoongi groaned, clearly annoyed. "im a grown man, hyung."
jin frowned.
"i told you, you cant be staying out this late anymore. we need you healthy and fully rested." the eldest said, but yoongi merely shrugged at the comment.
"its okay, jin hyung! yoongi hyung's going to bed right now. i had to force him out of his studio, this hyung!" jimin laughed, throwing his arm around yoongi's shoulder. yoongi sneered at the contact.
"whatever." he mumbled, crouching to escape from the younger's hold. jin shook his head.
"and you, jimin, you shouldnt be out so late either." jin added, causing jimin to nod in agreement.
"of course not, hyung. i was just taking care of our precious hyung." he explained, causing a slight hint of jealousy to stir up in the pit of jin's stomach.
what the hell were those two doing? why were they together? alone? at this hour?
"alright, mom, im going to bed now." yoongi cut in, his voice monotone. jin nodded his head.
"yeah, as you should." he said, tutting.
"goodnight, hyungs!" jimin beamed. yoongi hummed in response.
"goodnight, jiminie." he said, walking back to his and jin's shared bedroom.
jimin and jin said their goodnights, and jimin retreated back to his and hoseok's bedroom.
hoseok was already long gone, his snoring filling up the room as it did every other night.
jimin crawled into his own bed, heart still thumping against his chest at the memory of being so close to his bandmate.
so painfully close.
and jimin wanted more. he always wanted more of yoongi. they all did.
so jimin shut his eyes, and the image of the small rapper clouded his mind. he was an angel.
the need to hold yoongi's hand clouded the younger male's brain, the need to hold him, the need to touch his lips. the need to be with him. it all began hitting his head one by one, and he struggled to deal with it.
min yoongi;
he drove park jimin crazy.
and he drove jeon jungkook crazy.
and he drove kim taehyung crazy.
and he drove jung hoseok crazy.
and he drove kim namjoon crazy.
and he drove kim seokjin crazy.
he drove all of bangtan crazy, and it was all because of his mere existence. they were all in love with him, whether they liked it or not. the mere thought of him caused butterflies to swarm in the pit of each members' stomach. they were crazy for him, six men after the same guy. it was crazy, really, how so many people could be in love with the same guy. and it was even crazier how that guy had no idea about any of it. it hurt how oblivious he was. it hurt how he couldnt see the countless loving stares focused toward him, how he didnt notice how each member had recently become more touchy with him. it hurt. it pained each member. this hyung. this lovely hyung.
min yoongi.
****
"what was that?" jin interrogated, standing at the twos' bedroom door with his arms crossed. yoongi had just finished slipping his nightshirt on, preparing to finally sleep off his exhaustion. he rose a brow as he turned his head to see the older male staring at him, a hint of- what was it? hurt? in his dark eyes.
"huh?" yoongi replied. jin replied with a frown, and he dropped his arms to his sides as he let out a sigh.
"you and jimin. what were you two doing out so late?" jin questioned. he looked almost jealous.
wait- was he jealous?
the thought somehow made yoongi want to smirk. jealous. interesting.
"nothing special." yoongi replied, hovering his hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn. "why?" he added with a questioning tone as he folded the shirt he'd been wearing earlier on his bed.
a pink tint appeared around jin's cheeks, and the taller male was mentally thanking whatever god there was that yoongi wasnt looking at him right now.
"its just that you two were gone for so long. i got worried." he mumbled. well, that wasnt entirely a lie. jin was worried. he was worried that the two were making out or something. he always knew jimin had feelings for the elder, though how yoongi felt about him back wasn't necessarily easy to determine. yoongi was hard to read. one minute he'd be clingy with his members,(holding hands, backhugs, putting his arm around their shoulders, etc...)and then the next, he'd push you away if you merely so much as brushed against him. it aggravated jin how hard he was to read. the other members were all open books to the oldest, and it irritated him how yoongi kept his pages hidden.
yoongi shrugged.
"well, you seem kinda... how do i put it..." the younger mused, placing his hand on his chin in a thoughtful manner. surely there was a word for what he was thinking. "...jealous." he finished, punctuating his sentence with a smirk.
"jealous?" jin repeated, slightly blushing. emphasis on slightly. "why would i be jealous?" he scoffed, crossing his arms yet again.
jin talks a big game, but deep inside, he knew that the burning sensation in his stomach at the mere thought of yoongi alone with jimin was, indeed, jealousy.
yoongi shrugged.
"dunno. you tell me, hyung~." the rapper hummed, looking over his shoulder at the taller male. the hum in his voice seemed almost inviting to jin- or maybe that was just the elder's imagination- but fuck, the slight hint of tease in his deep voice and that smirk which yoongi so easily possessed around him, the way he was so goodlooking and perfect without even trying. this didnt help the situation at all. as the glistening moonlight leaked through the window curtains, a strand of light highlighted the male's polished face. he looked so terribly beautiful like this, his black hair complimenting the glowing light around his handsome features. and jin felt like at this moment, he could slam this fucking rapper, who made him feel so many different emotions at one time by the mere fact that he existed, against a wall and smash his plump lips onto his pink, thin ones.
so he did.
not the kissing part, no— that would be awkward—not that "accidentally" slamming your crush against the wall wasnt awkward.
"h-hyung!" yoongi gasped, eyes widening as he looked up at the elder, who was looking back down at him—their height difference was absolutely flattering, by the way— with dominance sparkling all over those dark, sharp eyes. his hands were placed at either side of yoongi's head, trapping the shorter member between his tall frame and the thin wall behind them. the younger gulped. what the hell?
"hyung, g-get off." yoongi said, placing his hand on the vocal's chest. his cheeks were a light pink, the smirk which he had on his face mere seconds ago now only a faded memory. his voice was soft, and jin could tell from the slight break in the younger's speech that he was nervous. and confused. definitely confused.
jin didnt mean to trap the younger, of course he didnt mean to. it was late, he was tired, and yoongi was gorgeous.
but even so, the deed was done. no— it wasnt done, it was still happening. and jin's usual playful mindset was long gone at this time of night. and he liked the feeling of domination. no— scratch that—- he loved the feeling of domination. especially when it was yoongi who was being dominated.
jin placed his hand on yoongi's chin, and when he spoke, his warm breath beat against yoongi's pale skin, causing a shudder to travel its way down the rapper's spine.
"you know i dont like it when you stay out late..." he whispered, his eyes focused on yoongi's wide, sharp ones. "i dont want you staying out with jimin like that again, okay? im your hyung. you have to listen to me."
yoongi gulped, clenching his fists as he looked down in attempt to hide his colored cheeks. what the actual hell? what had gotten into this hyung? why the hell was he acting so weird?
jin seemed to take notice of this, because he placed his hand on yoongi's chin once more and guided his face so that their eyes connected. jin smirked.
"so cute." he cooed, smiling. yoongi frowned.
"sh-shut up..." he grumbled. jin hummed.
"youre so cute..." he whispered, causing butterflies to flutter in yoongi's chest. by this time, yoongi was absolutely speechless. he was being pinned to the wall by jin. he was being pinned to the wall by jin. holy hell. what the actual fuck? and to make matters worse, jin was only a few inches away from yoongi's red face. the gap between them was only a few inches. inches. what the hell.
and then jin leaned in, his hand still holding yoongi's chin, and then—
the younger pushed the elder's tall frame from off of him with all the strength he could, and jin stumbled back in response.
"hey!" jin yelped, completely breaking his dominant act. yoongi scoffed. did jin just fucking lean in for a kiss? a fucking kiss? yoongi struggled to find his next words, embarrassment clouding his mind.
"d-dont do that! ever again!" he finally managed to let out, fists clenched and cheeks red. jin snickered.
"oh? whats wrong? is min suga flustered? the min suga?" he teased, his usual goofy self back.
yoongi tutted as he pushed jin once more.
"j-just go to your bed." he grumbled, avoiding all eye contact with the elder.
what the fuck just happened?
jin clicked his tongue.
"youre no fun, yoongi-ah." he groaned, but yoongi could care less about what jin had to say. how the fuck was he acting so normal? did he not know what just happened? they almost fucking kissed. kissed. k-i-s-s-e-d. you know, what couples do? what people in romantic relationships do? how the hell was jin not bothered by this? how the hell was he so calm? how the hell was his face not burning right now?
jin let out a sigh.
"fine. im going to sleep now then. youre so boring..." he said, mumbling that last part. and so jin retreated back to his side of the room and crawled into his bed like nothing fucking happened. wait— what the fuck did happene?
yoongi mentally screamed. what the hell. why the hell was he feeling so fucking weird?
whatever.
it was late, and yoongi was tired. no, scratch that— tired was an understatement. he was exhausted. he wasnt going to think about this right now. he didnt have the energy to.
so yoongi took a deep breath and crawled into his own, comfy, sweet, bed.
it definitely didnt stop the butterflies from fluttering all around his chest, but it helped to calm down a bit of his nerves, and for that much, he was grateful.
so he shut his eyes, his mind clouded with the memory of what had just happened. he could almost feel the ghost of jin hovering over him as he was earlier, and the memory of jin's dominating eyes staring back at yoongi's confused and embarrassed ones haunted the younger for the rest of the night.
but he couldnt help but feel so fucking weird. it was humiliating how jin could make him feel so embarrassed, so flustered.
so yoongi slept off the butterflies, jin clouding his mind.