"Kids! Come get dinner!" Mrs. Jeon exclaims from up the stairs, breaking everyone from their truth and dare mode.

For once in my life, I was grateful that Mrs. Jeon had come barging in. I hurriedly push off Taehyung and run up the stairs to get dinner.

The rest of the truth and dare game was... awkward, to say the least. Taehyung had made no effort into getting off of my lap, rendering me uncomfortable the entire game.

My mind wasn't in the game at all. Instead it was thinking about the moment I had shared with Jungkook.

I didn't like how all of the sudden I was stressing over him. Jungkook had never occupied my thoughts like this before, and now that he was, it felt foreign and I wanted to get rid of it immediately.

"You guys having fun?" My mom asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder and smiling at the seven boys who had appeared behind me.

Namjoon glances at me before looking back at my mom. "Definitely."

I inwardly groan and start serving me some food. Maybe I could push away all these thoughts and ignore these extremely obnoxious guys by stuffing my face with food.

It's worked in school, surely it'll work here, right?

Mr. Jeon beamed at his son. "Jungkook, how about you and your friends eat dinner downstairs? That way you don't have to worry about being dragged into our boring adult conversations?"

Jungkook tilts his head slightly. "You sure, Dad? You hate it when I eat in the basement."

"I'm allowing it for today. Go." He smiles at him one last time before turning back to my dad.

I bite the inside of my cheek and glance at the boys who were now celebrating. I did not want to hang out with them again.

Gripping my plate of food tightly in my hand, I subtly walk over to my mom and plead her to step aside.

"You okay?" She whispers.

"Mom, let me up here, I'm begging you." I plead, pulling off the best puppy-look I could muster.

She raises an eyebrow. "Why? You know that all we'd talk about is business and boring stuff, and I know how much you hate that."

I shake my head vigorously. "I'll take that any day rather than eating with all of those guys."

I look back to see the seven of them finishing their plate and heading down the stairs. Taehyung looks over his shoulder to glance at me, his eyes seeming as if they were wondering why I wasn't joining.

Turning away from his burning stare, I glare at my mom. "Mom, there's seven boys. Seven. Don't you understand how uncomfortable that situation is? Just let me stay up here please."

My mom smirks. "It seems like that boy over there wants you to join him."

If looks could kill, I'm sure my mom would be on the floor by now.

I look over to see Taehyung still by the door. Is he really waiting for me?

The thought makes my heart drop. I quickly look back at my mom who had that smirk still on her face.

"Mom." I draw out. "Stop making this weird."

She ruffles my hair. "Just go, that boy has been there this entire time waiting for you. Seems like you got a little lover." She throws a wink my way and starts heading back over to Mrs. Jeon.

I watch my mom's retreating figure and sigh. Why would I think my mom would actually pull through?

I let out a sigh and drag my feet towards Taehyung.

"Is everything alright?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.

I nod, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks as I recalled him sitting on top of me earlier. "Everything's fine." I coldly say, brushing past him and make my way down the stairs.

I wholeheartedly didn't mean to come off harsh, but I just couldn't speak with him any longer than five seconds. It felt as if my insides were about to burst open.

Everything just felt so awkward and different.

But of course, I knew this was just me over-thinking this, like I always do.

I ignore the six boys who were sitting on the couch with their food and walk over to the small table in the corner, setting my food down and plopping down onto the chair.

Taehyung comes in shortly, glancing at me before sitting back down next to Yoongi. I sigh and continue to eat my food in silence.

A horror movie was playing on the TV screen. The boys seemed to enjoy it, shushing everyone who breathed loudly.

Horror movies never really got to me, I never found them genuinely scary. I have yet to see a horror movie that makes me shit my pants.

The one that they were currently watching was a movie called Split, a movie about a guy who had around 23 different personalities and captured three teenage girls. It was good, but it wasn't scary. At least, to me it wasn't.

Hoseok would scream at the smallest things, like when a door opened or when something slammed on the ground. The boys would hit him and tell him he was a pussy.

Nayoung's knight in shining armor.

I remain seated at the table in the corner, scrolling through my phone. I was bored, but I knew for sure that I did not want to play another round of truth or dare.

Before I could check my messages, I feel a presence sitting in front of me. I look up to see Seokjin with an awkward expression plastered on his face.

My cheeks burn as I remembered when he mooned me.

Damn him.

"Uh..." He awkwardly begins, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at the table instead of meeting my eyes. "I just wanted to say sorry, you know for flashing my ass at you and all."

I bite my lip and play with my fingers. "It's fine. Like you said, a dare is a dare."

He sighs. "And for making you do that thing with Jungkook. You were probably super uncomfortable with that. I just wanted to spice up the game."

Before I opened my mouth, a thought rushed into my brain, making me shut my mouth almost instantly.

What if I didn't completely hate what I did with Jungkook?

I bite the inside of my cheek as I shake my head to push the thoughts away. "It's okay."

Seokjin nods and meets my eyes. "That's cool. Uh, so why aren't you watching the movie?" He jerks his thumb to the screen.

"Horror movies aren't exactly my favorite genre." I respond.

"Why, you scared? Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you and shield your eyes from the scary dude." He playfully winks at me, making me giggle.

"No, it's not that," I say, "I just find horror movies to be childish. They aren't even scary in my opinion, it just feels like the actors are trying to hard."

His eyes widen at my statement. "No way, have you seen Ouija Board? That shit is scary."

I shake my head. "Not even in the slightest. The acting was the worst."

"What about The Conjuring series?"

I shake my head again. "Nope. It was easy to see what was coming next."

"You're so weird," He jokes, stretching his arms over his head. "No wonder Jungkook and Taehyung are-"

"Could you guys shut up over there?" Jungkook's voice booms. "We can't hear anything with you two practically yelling over there."

Seokjin scoffs and flips him off. "Dude, we're barely whispering. You're being dramatic."

From the screen illuminating his face, I could see that he rolled his eyes. I roll my eyes at his actions.

Seokjin turns back to look at me. "Well, I hope you don't mind but I'm going to back to see what these girls are gonna plan. You sure you're good?"

I beam at him. "I'm good. Thanks."

He smiles warmly before standing up and heading back to his spot, squishing in between Jimin and Jungkook. He pays no attention to Jungkook's scolding and focuses on the movie.

I smile as I admire him. Although I did get a whole view of his butt shamelessly, Seokjin was indeed a super nice guy. His features were out of this world by the way, God definitely spent way longer working on this guy.

(a/n: u know i had to do em)

I go back on my phone and respond to my messages before setting it back down to actually watch the movie.

After a long hour and a half of hearing Hoseok scream and the boys constantly teasing him, the movie was over.

"Miyoung, let's go!" I hear my mom's voice yell from on top of the stairs.

This was the first time in this entire evening I was grateful my mom was interrupting something.

I hurriedly grab my things together and head towards the stairs before a hand gripped my arm.

My head slowly turns to face the owner of the hand, coming in contact with Jungkook who had a slight smirk on his face. "Why are you such in a rush to get out of here?"

Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks for the nth time that evening, I yank my arm out of his grip and look down to the ground so that he couldn't see my now red cheeks. "See you later."

Without looking back at the other boys, I start to head back to the stairs when yet I was grabbed again. I groan and find myself facing Jungkook, who was now looking at me with hooded eyes.

"Let go, my parents are waiting for me." I coldly say at him, refusing to meet his hard gaze.

"Miyoung," He says, trying to get my attention. I bite down on my lip hard, starting to taste blood. "Miyoung, look at me."

Now feeling extremely annoyed, I snap my head up to face him. "What Jungkook, what? You're wasting my time, I need to get going."

I don't know where this feeling of annoyed came from, but all I felt was annoyed and angry and I just wanted to go home.

I didn't want to be in his grip.

Six other pairs of eyes stared at me in confusion. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as his grip on my arm tightened. "Why are you acting like this all of the sudden? Was it because of earlier?" When I didn't say anything, he scoffs and looks to the side before quickly looking back at me. "Don't get so worked up about it. Miyoung, it was just a stupid dare. You always overthink the simplest things. Just let it go."

It was just a stupid dare.

It was just a stupid dare.

My insides start to clench as I felt like I was about to throw up. Why am I feeling this way all of the sudden?

"Got it," I barely get out, afraid my voice was going to betray me. "Could you let go of my arm now?"

A few moments had passed and his hand was still on my arm. I grit my teeth and yank my arm away as forcefully as I could, walking away from Jungkook and the rest of the boys without glancing back.

It was just a stupid dare, Miyoung.

Jungkook's right, why am I always overthinking the smallest things?

It was just a stupid dare.