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.Ā
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 Iām not projecting Iām just projecting
āOkay, y/n, truth or dare?ā
āTruth,ā you yawn, making yourself comfortable. Youāre sleepy, itās past two in the morning, and you donāt wanna get up.
āAnyone got a good one for the token ARMY?ā 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.
āDo you have a crush on anyone?ā Seokjin asks from below you, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle at you.
āI already answered that, and no.ā You swat the eldest member, whoās laying on the couch with his head in your lap. āBitch, I just ended a relationship and webcomics continue to convince me that men are trash. Besides, I barely get to sleepā when am I gonna have time to catch feelings?ā
āBlehhh, boring.ā
āI can drink if yāall canāt think of anything,ā you say, already reaching for the bottle to refill your wine glass. Hey, you were feeling classy tonight.
āNo, wait, wait, I have one!ā Jungkook leans forward eagerly. āHave you ever written⦠fanfiction?ā
Ah, shit.
You press your lips together to keep a straight face. Lately it seems youāve been using more of your acting skills when you spend time with the boys than you do for school and work combined. āHave I ever, at any point, written fanfiction for any fandom? Yes.ā
āWas itā¦ā Jungkook leans even closer, his long hair almost hitting you in the face. āBTS fanfiction?ā
You smile, choosing your words carefully. āUnfortunately, Kookie dearest, I already answered my truth.ā
āSheās avoiding the question!ā Jungkook hollers, far too loudly for the time of night. āYou guys know what that means~ā
Itās as though all signs of sleepiness have vanishedā every member sits up, and with Jinās weight off, you realize your legs have fallen asleep.Ā
āCāmon, guysā¦ā youāre met with seven pairs of eager eyes, focusing on your favorite. āEt tu, Yoongs?ā
A corner of Yoongiās mouth turns upward in that oh-so-familiar smirk. āWhat can I sayā Iāve got a catās curiosity.ā
āDonāt let Holly hear that,ā 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. Youāre reminded again of how heās so adorable when he looks that small.
āSo?ā Jimin asks eagerly. āHave you ever written fanfiction about us?ā
You could lie. God knows it would be easy. But the far more fun option wouldnāt be lying⦠it would simply be not telling the truth.
āI would love to answer that, but unfortunately itās not my turn anymore,ā you reply airily, delighting in the boysā groans. āSo, Joon, truth or dare?ā
āDare,ā 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.
āI dare you to let Kookie and Tae tickle you.ā
āWait, what?ā
You check your watch. āFor, say, one minute.ā
Namjoon backs away nervously from the predatory advance of the maknaes, all signs of bravado gone. āCāmon⦠ah, y/n, this is too cruelā¦ā
āWho was it that dared me to drink a shot of soy sauce?ā You ask smugly. āAnd who dared me to catcall Jin?ā 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.
āAs if you werenāt thinking that stuff anyways,ā Seokjin says dismissively.
You roll your eyes, focusing on the leaderās imminent torture. āOne minute, starting⦠now!ā
At your signal, Taehyung and Jungkook leap like feral dogs upon Namjoon, who falls to the floor with a thump, laughing uncontrollably: āAh! Guys! S-sto-ah!ā
You sit back in satisfaction as the clock winds down, figuring youāve suitably distracted your friends from their original prey.Ā
Your hopes are dashed soon enough. Namjoon gets back up, fire in his eyes. āY/n.ā
Dammit. āYes, Namjoon?ā
āTruth or dare?ā
Well, what does he think? āDare.ā Obviously. Youād die before letting them read the stories that you, in your lust-addled fangirlās mind, wrote so long ago.Ā
āI dare you to give Yoongi hyung a hickey.ā
Wait, what? āYo, Joon, thatās not coolāā Yoongi is quick to complain, but Namjoon silences him with a raised hand. Meanwhile youāre 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 whatās proper during these late-night games, and as the only woman youāve 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, youāre pretty sure youāve written that into a fanfic at some point anyways.
āDude. No.ā You say, at last finding your voice. āCāmon, thatās ridiculous.ā 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, andā no. You couldnāt do something like that to Yoongi, who so clearly would hate it.
Namjoon raises a brow, his expression void of mercy. āYou could always choose truth.ā
You laugh nervously. You didnāt anticipate this, and now⦠āCan I take a drink instead?ā
The leader shakes his head. When he speaks, itās as though his voice is made of steel. When did he become so intense? āNope. Truth or dare. Pick one.ā
You inhale deeply. Dammit, Yoongs, you owe me one. āTruth.ā
Immediately all tension melts from Namjoonās gaze, and he breaks into the dorky grin youāre so familiar with. āYes! Quick, guys, before she changes her mind!ā
Your eyes widen. āNo, waitāā
Hoseok pounces. āHave you ever written BTS fanfiction, and if so, what was it about?ā
Fucking hell. Youāll get Joon back for this.Ā
āUhā¦ā Should you lie? Every instinct is telling you to steer the boys as far from the truth as possible. Still, youāre buzzed, and itās late, andā
āYes. I have.ā
Jungkook bursts out laughing, his nose scrunched as he slaps the couch. āI knew it!ā The others celebrate in similar fashions:
āTen bucks says itās a ship fic!ā
āReader insert, it has to be.ā
āHave you guys even heard Emo Y/n? I bet itās super sad.ā
You snatch Jungkookās drink out of his hand and take a swig. Youāre starting to realize youāre gonna need something stronger than wine if you want to survive the night. āHow do you guys even know those terms? Whoās been corrupting you with Tumblish?ā
āTwitter,ā Taehyung replies, shuffling over and draping himself over the back of the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. āARMYs kept tagging us, they thought we never saw.ā
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 Taeās soft hair absentmindedly while waiting for the others to calm down and hopefully forget this entire conversation by morning.
āItās probably crack.ā
āNo, fluff!ā
āAngst, I told you!ā
Jimin suddenly pipes up, his voice sleepy and soft. āWhat if itās⦠smut?ā
A hush falls over the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You donāt remember writing anything explicit, most romance scenes were mainly innocent, full of vague implications of other goings-onā¦
Wait. Your eyes widen. You did write that one scene, on a dare from Lisa⦠fuck. You rack your brainā 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.Ā
āY/n, would you ever write smut?ā
āHa, maybe if someone paid me!ā
āOoh! Is that a promise?ā
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 itās online. And that meansā¦
They could find it.
āY/n-ie?ā Taehyung waves a hand in front of your eyes and you jump, nearly colliding with him. āYou zoned out for a bit~ā
āS-Sorry.ā You notice the boys are all still looking at you. āWhat?ā
āYour truth. What was your fanfiction about?ā
You sieze on the vague question. āWell, funny you should ask, I think I wrote one about Hobi here going to space, which wasāā
āThe hell? Did I die?ā Hoseok whines. āY/n, you traitorāā
āWait, so youāve written more than one?ā Yoongi interrupts.
āI meanā¦ā thatās safe to say, right? āYes.ā
Namjoon taps your shoulder. āHave you ever written smut?ā
Jeez, what was with his confidence tonight? āIāā
āIf you tell us the truth, weāll make Joon hyung rap Expensive Girl,ā Hoseok sings, swinging a shoe in his hand. Wait, is that your-
āHuh? Hold up, hold up, that wasnāt part of the deal!ā Namjoonās facade quickly fades in liu of genuine terror.Ā
Yoongi slowly rises for the first time that night, his grin nothing short of malicious. āYou wanna play sadistic games? If Y/n completes her truth, you have to do that dare.ā
āY/n, I changed my mind, donāt tell us,ā 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.
āYou know what?ā 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 fangirlā besides, itās not like theyāre going to ask you to read it. āYes. I did write a smut fic once. And you know what, Joon? It was about you.ā
You giggle and sit back as the members do the āOHHHHH!ā thing that boys never seem to grow out of.Ā
Instead of going red like you expected he would, a shit-eating grin spreads across Namjoonās face. He seems more⦠well, pleased than anything.Ā
āWhat was it about?ā he asks.
āJoon,ā Yoongi warns, his voice a note deeper than usual. You shoot Yoongi a grateful smileā how does he know you so well? As for the fic, you genuinely donāt remember, but knowing it was smut, and knowing it was about Namjoonā¦
āI dunno, dude, probably some daddy kink shit.ā
Namjoon cocks his head. āDaddy⦠kink?ā
You jaw drops, and in your bordering-on-drunk state, you canāt help but blurt out: āYou donāt know what a daddy kink is? I thought you had one!ā
The leader scratches his head. āWhat?ā
You canāt help but laugh, the drinks finally hitting you hard. āOh my god. Cāmon, gather round, my students.ā You reach out, clasping Jiminās and Jinās shoulders. āletās teach you guys about fanfiction.ā














