Truth or Dare: Bonus chapter #3
Thanks to @minprismpowermakeup for the idea~ <3
Context: This takes place around Strangers ch. 33, after y/n and Yoongi have begun filming Moon Over the Sea. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot.
WC: 1.8k love it when a bonus chapter is longer than some actual content
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A/N: Namjoon really wrecked me during the awards stages ok I’m not projecting I’m just projecting
“Okay, y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you yawn, making yourself comfortable. You’re sleepy, it’s past two in the morning, and you don’t wanna get up.
“Anyone got a good one for the token ARMY?” Hoseok asks, looking around at the other members sprawled on various pieces of furniture and carpet. You stick your tongue out at Hoseok on hearing your title.
“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Seokjin asks from below you, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle at you.
“I already answered that, and no.” You swat the eldest member, who’s laying on the couch with his head in your lap. “Bitch, I just ended a relationship and webcomics continue to convince me that men are trash. Besides, I barely get to sleep– when am I gonna have time to catch feelings?”
“Blehhh, boring.”
“I can drink if y’all can’t think of anything,” you say, already reaching for the bottle to refill your wine glass. Hey, you were feeling classy tonight.
“No, wait, wait, I have one!” Jungkook leans forward eagerly. “Have you ever written… fanfiction?”
Ah, shit.
You press your lips together to keep a straight face. Lately it seems you’ve been using more of your acting skills when you spend time with the boys than you do for school and work combined. “Have I ever, at any point, written fanfiction for any fandom? Yes.”
“Was it…” Jungkook leans even closer, his long hair almost hitting you in the face. “BTS fanfiction?”
You smile, choosing your words carefully. “Unfortunately, Kookie dearest, I already answered my truth.”
“She’s avoiding the question!” Jungkook hollers, far too loudly for the time of night. “You guys know what that means~”
It’s as though all signs of sleepiness have vanished– every member sits up, and with Jin’s weight off, you realize your legs have fallen asleep.
“C’mon, guys…” you’re met with seven pairs of eager eyes, focusing on your favorite. “Et tu, Yoongs?”
A corner of Yoongi’s mouth turns upward in that oh-so-familiar smirk. “What can I say– I’ve got a cat’s curiosity.”
“Don’t let Holly hear that,” you reply, tossing a pillow at him. He snatches it out of the air without moving from his curled-up position in his favorite armchair. You’re reminded again of how he’s so adorable when he looks that small.
“So?” Jimin asks eagerly. “Have you ever written fanfiction about us?”
You could lie. God knows it would be easy. But the far more fun option wouldn’t be lying… it would simply be not telling the truth.
“I would love to answer that, but unfortunately it’s not my turn anymore,” you reply airily, delighting in the boys’ groans. “So, Joon, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Namjoon replies, his eyes confident. He really could bring anyone to their knees with just a glance. As your first bias, Namjoon has always had a special effect on you.
“I dare you to let Kookie and Tae tickle you.”
“Wait, what?”
You check your watch. “For, say, one minute.”
Namjoon backs away nervously from the predatory advance of the maknaes, all signs of bravado gone. “C’mon… ah, y/n, this is too cruel…”
“Who was it that dared me to drink a shot of soy sauce?” You ask smugly. “And who dared me to catcall Jin?” Your plan is to distract the boys, and luckily you have plenty of material to work with. Namjoon especially always seems perfectly sadistic when assigning dares.
“As if you weren’t thinking that stuff anyways,” Seokjin says dismissively.
You roll your eyes, focusing on the leader’s imminent torture. “One minute, starting… now!”
At your signal, Taehyung and Jungkook leap like feral dogs upon Namjoon, who falls to the floor with a thump, laughing uncontrollably: “Ah! Guys! S-sto-ah!”
You sit back in satisfaction as the clock winds down, figuring you’ve suitably distracted your friends from their original prey.
Your hopes are dashed soon enough. Namjoon gets back up, fire in his eyes. “Y/n.”
Dammit. “Yes, Namjoon?”
“Truth or dare?”
Well, what does he think? “Dare.” Obviously. You’d die before letting them read the stories that you, in your lust-addled fangirl’s mind, wrote so long ago.
“I dare you to give Yoongi hyung a hickey.”
Wait, what? “Yo, Joon, that’s not cool–” Yoongi is quick to complain, but Namjoon silences him with a raised hand. Meanwhile you’re frozen to your seat, feeling as though all your blood has simultaneously rushed into your face and fled your body entirely. Sure, you guys have toed the line of what’s proper during these late-night games, and as the only woman you’ve tended to get the brunt of it, but to give Yoongi a hickey? To press your lips, your tongue, your teeth to his smooth skin?
Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure you’ve written that into a fanfic at some point anyways.
“Dude. No.” You say, at last finding your voice. “C’mon, that’s ridiculous.” You spare a glance at Yoongi, who you can tell is trying to keep a straight face. Still his clenched jaw and rapid blinking give away his anxiety, and– no. You couldn’t do something like that to Yoongi, who so clearly would hate it.
Namjoon raises a brow, his expression void of mercy. “You could always choose truth.”
You laugh nervously. You didn’t anticipate this, and now… “Can I take a drink instead?”
The leader shakes his head. When he speaks, it’s as though his voice is made of steel. When did he become so intense? “Nope. Truth or dare. Pick one.”
You inhale deeply. Dammit, Yoongs, you owe me one. “Truth.”
Immediately all tension melts from Namjoon’s gaze, and he breaks into the dorky grin you’re so familiar with. “Yes! Quick, guys, before she changes her mind!”
Your eyes widen. “No, wait–”
Hoseok pounces. “Have you ever written BTS fanfiction, and if so, what was it about?”
Fucking hell. You’ll get Joon back for this.
“Uh…” Should you lie? Every instinct is telling you to steer the boys as far from the truth as possible. Still, you’re buzzed, and it’s late, and–
“Yes. I have.”
Jungkook bursts out laughing, his nose scrunched as he slaps the couch. “I knew it!” The others celebrate in similar fashions:
“Ten bucks says it’s a ship fic!”
“Reader insert, it has to be.”
“Have you guys even heard Emo Y/n? I bet it’s super sad.”
You snatch Jungkook’s drink out of his hand and take a swig. You’re starting to realize you’re gonna need something stronger than wine if you want to survive the night. “How do you guys even know those terms? Who’s been corrupting you with Tumblish?”
“Twitter,” Taehyung replies, shuffling over and draping himself over the back of the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. “ARMYs kept tagging us, they thought we never saw.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi staring at the ground, smiling softly, his fingers laced together. Huh.
In the meantime, the remaining members have continued with their buzzword arguments. You begin petting Tae’s soft hair absentmindedly while waiting for the others to calm down and hopefully forget this entire conversation by morning.
“It’s probably crack.”
“No, fluff!”
“Angst, I told you!”
Jimin suddenly pipes up, his voice sleepy and soft. “What if it’s… smut?”
A hush falls over the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You don’t remember writing anything explicit, most romance scenes were mainly innocent, full of vague implications of other goings-on…
Wait. Your eyes widen. You did write that one scene, on a dare from Lisa… fuck. You rack your brain– what was it? You wrote it almost four years ago, you can hardly remember. It was about Namjoon, right? He was your bias around that time.
“Y/n, would you ever write smut?”
“Ha, maybe if someone paid me!”
“Ooh! Is that a promise?”
It was all a joke, but you did end up posting it on your Tumblr at some point or another, classifying it as dumb and crackheaded. Regardless, that means it’s online. And that means…
They could find it.
“Y/n-ie?” Taehyung waves a hand in front of your eyes and you jump, nearly colliding with him. “You zoned out for a bit~”
“S-Sorry.” You notice the boys are all still looking at you. “What?”
“Your truth. What was your fanfiction about?”
You sieze on the vague question. “Well, funny you should ask, I think I wrote one about Hobi here going to space, which was–”
“The hell? Did I die?” Hoseok whines. “Y/n, you traitor–”
“Wait, so you’ve written more than one?” Yoongi interrupts.
“I mean…” that’s safe to say, right? “Yes.”
Namjoon taps your shoulder. “Have you ever written smut?”
Jeez, what was with his confidence tonight? “I–”
“If you tell us the truth, we’ll make Joon hyung rap Expensive Girl,” Hoseok sings, swinging a shoe in his hand. Wait, is that your-
“Huh? Hold up, hold up, that wasn’t part of the deal!” Namjoon’s facade quickly fades in liu of genuine terror.
Yoongi slowly rises for the first time that night, his grin nothing short of malicious. “You wanna play sadistic games? If Y/n completes her truth, you have to do that dare.”
“Y/n, I changed my mind, don’t tell us,” Namjoon begs, turning to you.
Oh. Oh, the power coursing through your veins. Either way, you win. You could keep your dark secret, or torture Namjoon just a little bit more. What a glorious choice to have.
“You know what?” You drain your wine glass, the alcohol lending you courage. Namjoon wanted to make you give Yoongi a hickey, he deserves this. And you were younger, a simple fangirl– besides, it’s not like they’re going to ask you to read it. “Yes. I did write a smut fic once. And you know what, Joon? It was about you.”
You giggle and sit back as the members do the “OHHHHH!” thing that boys never seem to grow out of.
Instead of going red like you expected he would, a shit-eating grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. He seems more… well, pleased than anything.
“What was it about?” he asks.
“Joon,” Yoongi warns, his voice a note deeper than usual. You shoot Yoongi a grateful smile– how does he know you so well? As for the fic, you genuinely don’t remember, but knowing it was smut, and knowing it was about Namjoon…
“I dunno, dude, probably some daddy kink shit.”
Namjoon cocks his head. “Daddy… kink?”
You jaw drops, and in your bordering-on-drunk state, you can’t help but blurt out: “You don’t know what a daddy kink is? I thought you had one!”
The leader scratches his head. “What?”
You can’t help but laugh, the drinks finally hitting you hard. “Oh my god. C’mon, gather round, my students.” You reach out, clasping Jimin’s and Jin’s shoulders. “let’s teach you guys about fanfiction.”
