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Yoora found herself sitting in a circle on the floor, all of her friends surrounding her. She sat in between Taehyung and Jungkook, who didn't leave her side all night. Yoongi occasionally shot a glance at her, but didn't say a word. Yoora was lowkey grateful he hadn't spoken to her, she wasn't ready to talk to him yet, maybe he wasn't, either.

''Alright, does everybody understand the rules?'' Taehyung asked, glancing at everyone gathered around.

Minji slowly put her hand up, a light blush spreading across her face.

''Okay, so basically we all take turns, we say never have I ever followed by something you never did, we put up 10 fingers, if you did it you put a finger down and drink a shot, it goes on until someones got no fingers left, they get a punishment.''

Minji nodded in acknowledgement, a smirk crept its way onto her face.

''Sounds really fun,'' she said.

''Hold up,'' Yoora started, glaring at the filled up shot glasses in the middle of the circle. ''I can't drink vodka or I'll die, can I have something else?''

''Sure thing honey, I'll make you a drink and if you put a finger down you'll just take a sip or two or it,'' Jungkook said as he poured some rum and coke into a plastic cup, placing it beside the shot glasses.

''Thanks,'' she said with a smile.

Yoongi glared at Jungkook, feeling his blood boil as he heard the word ''honey'' leave his lips. Since when were they so friendly?

The fact that Jungkook liked Yoora didn't help calm him down either, he was going crazy over one word, he mentally facepalmed himself, forcing himself to focus on the game instead.

''Alright, then I'll start and we'll go one by one,'' Taehyung announced.

''Never have I ever...'' Taehyung glanced around, hoping to get some inspiration from somewhere. ''Gotten blackout drunk.''

Yoora kept all of her 10 fingers up, knowing for a fact that she's never drank that much. She exhaled with relief. Meanwhile, a few people put their fingers down and took a shot of vodka, their faces turning sour at the awful, burning sensation in their throat.

Minji was one of those people, Yoora flashed her a surprised look, to which she responded with an eye roll.

''Alright, Yoora, now it's your turn.''

Yoora looked around at everyone, trying to figure out what she could say to get the most fingers up.

''Never have I ever been in a relationship,'' she said.

Immediately, she noticed that everyone put down a finger, groaning as they were forced to take shots. Yoora giggled as she watched everyone drink, she still had 10 fingers up.

''Yoora? You were never in a relationship?'' Jungkook asked as he slammed his empty shot glass onto the floor.

''Nope,'' she popped, looking at him innocently.

''You're too pure for this game!'' he exclaimed, earning a giggle from Jimin.

''So are you, Kookie,'' he said, stifling a laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand.

''What? No I'm not! I've done way more than this pipsqueak anyway,'' Jungkook retorted as he pointed to the girl next to him.

''Watch that mouth of yours or you'll have my foot shoved so far up your ass you'll start to like it and turn gay,'' Yoora threatened, pointing to his ass.

Jungkook glared at her, unsure of what to say, meanwhile the rest of the room burst into laughter. Hoseok was literally rolling on the floor, definitely not containing his laughter, whilst Jin tried his best to calm him down before his signature windshield wiper laugh erupted, bouncing off the walls of the room.

''Oh man, see what you did?'' Jungkook groaned at Yoora, whose mouth formed into a small smile.

''Your turn.''

Jungkook nodded, stretching his legs he adjusted his seat, making himself more comfortable.

With a clear of the throat, ''Never have I ever had a one night stand,'' he said, putting down a finger immediately after the words left his mouth.

''Yah, aren't you supposed to say things you haven't done?'' Jin asked, hesitating whether he should put a finger down or not.

''Who cares! Just put your fingers down and drink up, would ya?''

Jungkook, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung all took a shot, letting out moans and groans as the bitter liquid burned the inside of their mouths.

''I wish I was as innocent as Yoora, I wouldn't have to torture myself right now,'' Jungkook said as he wiped his mouth.

''Leave me alone, manslut,'' she muttered, feeling her cheeks heat up from the humiliation.

The next few people took their turns, Yoora hadn't put any of her fingers down yet as everyone mentioned sexual situations or situations involving being in a relationship, deeming her safe.

Until it was Minjis turn, she smirked at Yoora who looked at her in slight fear. ''Is she gonna expose me or what?'' she thought.

''Never have I ever...had feelings for someone in this room.''

Minji knew she did herself in with that one, but shamelessly put a finger down. Everyone glanced around the room, curiously, as to who was going to put a finger down.

Yoora felt her cheeks redden as she looked at Yoongi, who suddenly glanced at her too, causing them to awkwardly stare at each other, the silence killing them internally.

Slowly, Yoora, Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi put their fingers down.

''Woah! What is this? I'm curious, who's crushing on who!?'' Hoseok exclaimed.

Yoora let out a nervous sigh as she grabbed her cup, taking way more than just 2 sips just to calm her nerves.

There seemed to be tension in the air as Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged glances. Yoongi felt stupid as he nervously scratched the back of his head. He just realised his feelings for Yoora, yet he forgot about the two other boys chasing after her. What if Yoora didn't even see him that way? What if she liked Jungkook or Taehyung instead? How would he even get over her?

His pulse quickened as he locked eyes with Yoora, again.

''Was she staring at me?'' he thought as he felt his cheeks turn pink at the sudden realisation.

''Hold up,'' Taehyung started as he glared at Namjoon. ''Who's Namjoon crushing on in this room?''

All eyes traveled to Namjoons form as he desperately tried to cover his red face by covering it with his hands, but Jin started teasing him by poking his cheek, earning a bunch of inaudible mutters from the embarrassed boy.

''Hm, maybe he likes you, Tae?'' Jungkook said as he winked at him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, ''Shut up you virgin.''

Jungkook scoffed at the older boys' remark, ''I'm not a virgin, the real virgin is sitting in between us,'' he said, pointing to Yoora, who twisted her head in his direction.

He watched her crack her knuckles, the sound making his skin crawl. She raised her fists into the air, staring right into Jungkooks slightly frightened eyes with her intimidating ones.

''Do you want to die?''

Yoora felt an arm around her shoulder, looking to her right she let out a sigh of relief as she realised it was Taehyung.

She unintentionally stared too long at his luscious, pink lips. She wondered if he used lip gloss or chapstick, as his mouth always looked so glossy and shiny, she sometimes found herself thinking how it would feel to kiss him. The thought would soon dissappear as Yoongi's face barged into her thoughts, but she couldn't deny the physical features on Taehyung's face that she found painfully attractive.

Who could deny Kim Taehyungs beauty? He was the example of a perfect human, clearly molded by God himself.

Her eyes wandered down to the first few buttons on his shirt that came undone, revealing his protruding collarbones, making Yoora's heart momentarily speed up.

''Leave him be, he's just an idiot,'' he said, his boxy smile melting Yoora's heart.

''R-Right,'' she muttered, looking away from him shyly.

Yoongi glowered at Taehyung angrily as his gaze focused strictly on his arm around Yoora's shoulder, both of their bodies too were so close.

''What does he think he's doing with that hand?'' he muttered under his breath, running his hand through his hair as he let out a puff.

''Yoongi, it's your turn,'' Hoseok said as he nudged him with his elbow, noticing the boy was distracted.

Yoongi cleared his throat as his eyes were glued to Yoora.

He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but her, at that moment, the way her long hair covered half of her face, the way she puckered her dark painted lips, the way her mouth curved into a wide smile as she watched the others drink their shots, the sound of her laugh as she listened intently to the jokes Jin would occasionally tell.

He couldn't stop staring at her, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

He wanted her so bad. He needed to hold her in his arms, pet the back of her head with his fingers tangled in her soft, silky hair. He wanted to touch her, feel the texture of her skin against his fingertips. He wanted his lips to desperately meet hers, taste her saliva on his tongue. He wanted to run his finger down her neck, find her sensitive spots and leave a trail of kisses along her exposed collarbone.

His sudden desires caused a flame to ignite in the core of his stomach, slowly spreading throughout his whole body.

''Hello? Earth to Yoongi?''

He was harshly snapped out of his thoughts as Hoseok dynamically waved his hands in front of his wave, hoping to finally get his attention.

Yoongi turned his head towards him, his cheeks and ears turning a light crimson colour.

"A-Ah,right,'' he stuttered, holding back an awkward laugh. ''Never have I ever, uh, kissed someone who I didn't have feelings for.''

Minji and Jin both put a finger down, raising their shot glasses as they winked at each other.

Yoora felt her hands start to sweat as she looked at Jungkook, who also put a finger down.

She sighed in defeat, deciding to be fair and honest, putting her finger down and taking a sip from her now second cup of alcohol.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at the girl's behaviour. ''Could it be, she has no feelings for Jungkook?'' he thought, feeling hopeful.

''Alright, that's enough! Get up, we're joining the rest of the people out there dancing! We can't stay holed up in here all night,'' Jimin exclaimed as he pulled Minji along with him to her feet, the girl turning red as he wrapped his arm around her waist, earning a wink from Yoora.

The rest of the boys jumped up excitedly, agreeing with Jimin and making their way out of the room to join the others. Everyone except Yoongi and Taehyung, who were both staring at Yoora pour herself a third drink.

''Yoora,'' Taehyung started, "Why don't we go somewhere private? I need to speak with you,'' he said as he pushed the bottle of liquor away from her as she sipped on her drink.

She smiled at him, ignoring the boy across from her who was staring intently at her.

''Sure, let's go.''

Yoora slowly scrambled to her feet, dusting herself off and pulled her dress down. She walked out with Taehyung, not giving Yoongi any time to protest as the door was practically slammed in his face, causing him to take a shaky step back.

''Fuck,'' he swore under his breath.

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Taehyungs hand found its way into Yoora's, his fingers interlocking with hers, as they squeezed past all of the noisy people spread throughout the whole house.

Finally, they opened the door to a guest room, an empty room with no one in sight, Taehyung led Yoora into the room, closing the door behind him.

Yoora, with her drink in hand, sat on the king sized bed, her gaze focused on her worn out black converse as her feet dangled off the high bed.

''Yoora,'' Taehyung whispered as he made his way over to her form.

He sat down on the bed beside her, feeling his butt sink into the mushy mattress.

Taehyung felt his heartbeat pick up its pace furiously as he stared into her big, dark brown orbs. Her shapeless lips were slightly parted, her lower lip faintly trembling.

Taehyung felt his head spinning as his thoughts got out of control. ''Should I even tell her? What if I'll just confuse her? What if she'll hate me?'' he thought, letting his anxiety get the best of him.

He cleared his throat as his expression turned serious, gaining Yoora's full attention.

Taehyung opened his mouth to start speaking, but found himself tongue-tied, distinctly at a loss for words.

Just tell her, you coward. Tell her how you feel.

''Yoora,'' he started, feeling his whole body sweat like crazy.

''Yes?'' she said sweetly.

''I like you, Yoora.''

Silence. Nothing could be heard from either of them, not even any sign of breathing.

Yoora stared at Taehyung with wide eyes as she genuinely stopped breathing.

Trying to process the words she just heard, her voice got caught in her throat, disabling her from saying anything at all.

''I know, you must me shocked, but please, say something, anything,'' he begged as he studied her extremely pale face.

''I-I,'' she stuttered, gripping the plastic cup in her hand so hard it nearly broke, ''I'm shocked.''

Yoora gestured for him to give her a minute, which he kindly obliged as he watched her chug the rest of her drink and let out a deep exhale.

''I'm sorry, Tae,'' she started as she pierced his eyes with her pained expression. ''I don't have any romantic feelings towards you, I'm really sorry.''

Taehyungs shoulders dropped as he fell back onto the bed, his back sinking comfortably into the mattress.

''I had a feeling you'd say that,'' he said as he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, a small frown tugging at his lips.

''I'm so-''

''Stop apologising already, don't say sorry for what you feel.''

Yoora let that sink in as she nodded, not saying another word until Tae broke the silence.

''Do you like Yoongi?'' he asked, earning a high pitched yelp from her as she heard Yoongi's name roll off his tongue.

Yoora's eyes widened at the question, her expression resembling a frightened little helpless girl.

She felt helpless, she felt vulnerable and utterly stupid for not realising how she felt about Yoongi for the longest time. The way he made her heart ache with pleasure whenever he'd touch her or tease her, how her eyes shone with admiration whenever he defended her, how her smirk widened at his very rare flustered face, how her stomach was filled with butterflies everytime his gummy smile made an appearance. She was head over heels for him.

''I-I think I'm in love with him, Tae,'' she blurted out as she placed her hands on her chest, feeling the irregular beating of her heart against her ribcage.

Taehyung forced himself to get up and face her properly. He took her hands into his, caressing them slowly.

''Then go tell him, dummy.''

''I'm scared,'' she started, feeling the lump in her throat increase in size. ''I'm scared of my own feelings towards him, I'm scared how vulnerable he makes me, how he makes my knees go weak with just one word, I'm scared of how drawn I am to his beautiful gummy smile and how it sends my insides tumbling inside of me, I'm scared of the way his touch sends countless shivers down my spine, making me crave them even more,'' she said softly, her lower lip quivering as she continued to speak.

''He makes me go crazy, completely lose my mind. I'm so scared of him not feeling the same way, so scared of him rejecting me. I don't know if I'd be able to get over him, I'm so scared, Tae,'' she whispered in a delicate tone.

Taehyung fought the urge to hug her as he heard the crack in her voice.

''Yoora, don't be scared,'' he started as he gave her hands a tight squeeze.

''Don't be afraid to admit what you're feeling. It's perfectly okay, you love him, I can hear from your tone that's its genuine. Listen, you should go and confront him. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way?'' he said, squeezing her hands with more force than earlier.

''But, what if he rejects me and our friendship will be ruined?'' she said softly as she looked down, staring at their intertwined hands.

Taehyung let out a sigh, freeing his hand from Yoora's, placing it right under her chin and pushing her face upwards so her eyes could meet his, he felt himself slowly melt as her eyes glistened with tears, threatening to fall.

''You don't know if you don't try. Trust me, you must tell him how you feel, he's a reserved person who doesn't ever let anyone know what he's feeling. Basically, his feelings are unknown, I don't think he himself knows. But, telling him is the best solution, you have to be honest with him, so,'' he said, letting go of her face and hand, forcing himself to stand up he pushed her off the bed, making her clumsily reach for the doorknob.

''What are you waiting for? Go tell him how you feel, and you better tell me how it went, or else,'' he said with a huge grin plastered on his face as he urged her to open the door by giving her a gentle push.

Yoora fought back tears as she smiled gratefully at him, her hand hesitantly twisting the knob before the door slowly opened.

''Tae! Thank you, Tae,'' she exclaimed, her smile not faltering as she practically ran out of the room.

Taehyung flopped onto the bed lifelessly, his lips forming a frown as he closed his eyes and placed his hands above his head.

''I hope everything works out well.''

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Yoora ran through the crowded house like crazy, not caring about anything else but Yoongi right now. She didn't care whether she bumped into someone on the way, whether she tripped or hurt herself, she kept running, struggling to sometimes squeeze herself in between various groups of people, but getting through without a scratch in the end.

She felt her heart rise to her chest as she stood in front of Taehyung's bedroom door.

''This is the moment,'' she thought to herself.

''This is the moment where you finally confess your true feelings for him.''

She let out a puff of air as she lightly slapped her cheeks, hoping she'd gain a confidence boost.

It momentarily worked, because she didn't even realise when her hand reached the door handle and sent the door flying open.

Her breath got caught in her throat, her heart showed no signs of slowing down and the sweat beads running down her neck showed just how anxious she was at that moment.

All of that, however, ceased to matter as soon as she found herself in the doorway of that room.

Her eyes focused on the two figures standing by the double bed, most likely belonging to Taehyung.

It was as if the world had stopped altogetner. Time didn't budge in that split second, nothing else seemed to matter, all of the background noise and nagging thoughts ceased to exist. Yoora's wildly beating heart seemed to have briefly stopped beating at all, of course that was only a sensation she simply felt.

Yoora's frantic thoughts returned as she processed the scene in front of her.

She laid her eyes on Yoongi's form, his arm wrapped around a girls waist, pulling her close to her, as her thigh rubbed against his seductively, whilst he held her chin up with his free hand as he smashed his lips onto hers, their mouths perfectly in sync with each other.