Since I sent him a text to tell him I was going to the skatepark, like promised, I was hoping for him to answer, and he did. I am so happy.

< have a good time. Tell me once you're home, I'll try to get into my room<3 ]

The hearts he sends me these days are meaningful to me. It feels weird but good.

[ I'm back. Don't get into trouble, please. We'll talk tonight if you can<3 >

I do not expect any answer, so I leave my phone on the bed and head to my mirror to braid my wet hair. I wonder if what I am going to tell him about what happened at the skatepark today will bother him. I hope it will because that means he is showing some jealousy, but I hope he will not be mad. I will simply avoid the subject if he does not ask me how it went, but I doubt he will.

"Y/n?" my brother knocks on the door, so I let him in and turn towards him. "What?"

"The movie is at eight, so don't feel rushed, okay?" he reassures me since I was worried earlier, and I nod. "Okay. Who's that friend though? Have I already seen him?" I do my second braid, and he nods. "Yeah. You remember the one who thought you were my girlfriend? That's this dumbass."

"Alright," I chuckle but recall his features. "We'll eat earlier today to not go there and be full, I told dad about it anyway," he stays here to explain but watch what I do. "Okay. By the way," I smile at the thought of what I am about to say. "Joonha texted me last night."

"He did?" he raises his eyebrows as if he was surprised. "Yes, he even called me, but we had to whisper," I affirm, with joy. "Good. He would have disappeared from your life if he didn't anyway."

"Yeah, sure," I chuckle at what I cannot believe. "Talk about that guy you met today and tell me how he reacts. I wanna know if it makes him jealous," he shares the same mind with me, and I agree with this idea. "I will tell you."

•••

8 pm.

'JOONHA'S P.O.V'

I take hold of my phone as soon as I enter my bedroom, and I check the text y/n sent me.

[ hope it went well. I won't be able to call or text you tonight, I'm sorry:c Seunggil planned a truth and dare game so we're gonna be on it for a while I think:') I'll try to text you in the morning, I promise. Have a good time at the theater >

I do not go out since I want to see her answer, and I wait a little bit. I sit down on my bed, and I look at the story she posted.

This is her, with her brother. She shows her pretty face, then moves the camera up to her brother's one. "Say hi, ugly rat," she forces him to speak, but he glances down at the phone and shows a middle finger up, and the video ends right there.

I swipe up and send another text.

< you're so fucking mean lmaoo ]

I feel some happiness fill me once I see her open the texts, and she already types.

< It did go well, hope your day was great too. It's okay, don't worry. Don't do anything stupid. This is such a cringe game lmao ]

< I'm not lmao he was calling me dumbo in front of everyone before I recorded his face ]

[ Ikr? I fucking hate this game made for highschool dumbfucks, but it's Seunggil, so I'm playing with them. Oh alright, you got a good excuse then >

< is everyone gonna play? ]

[ the two girls won't. Just me, Seunggil, the five other guys, and Iseul. But I gotta go, he called me. See you:c >

< see you. Have fun ]

I hide my phone under my pocket and get out of my bedroom to walk downstairs and join everyone in the kitchen. I hope this will not be annoying and immature like most Truth or Dare's.

"Finally? Were you taking a shit?" Seunggil complains, but my attention goes over the different dishes placed on the kitchen island. "What the fuck is that?" I sit down on one of the stools to face some chicken wings. "Your dare. I improved the game, so the rules are, either you answer the question, or you bite into one of those chicken wings. They go from the less spicy, to the spiciest, which I doubt anyone here could eat."

"And what are those questions gonna be about?" I fear the worst with him, knowing he has no limit or shame. As soon as a smirk curves his lips up, I know I am going to struggle. "Holy fuck, you picked the worst ones you saw, didn't you?"

"Yeah, everyone's gonna get exposed. Lots of sexual stuff, but we're adults and friends, so it's fine," he decides for us all, and I shake my head but do not leave. I am in if he is.

"Alright, let's start with you," he points his finger at Iseul, and she picks a card that he got from another game. "Bodycount?" she reads, and I scoff. "Three," she answers with no nervousness at all, and the guy next to her plays his turn. "What smell do you hate the most?" he frowns at this dumb question, but he goes ahead and brings the card down. "Well...Trash, it's the worst to me."

"Same to me," Seunggil agrees and has his turn, none of us biting in the chicken wings yet but doing good. "What qualities or traits are the most important to you in a girlfriend?" he raises his eyebrows. "Loyalty. If you're not loyal, you're a bitch," he does not sugarcoat his words that I agree with but would say with more softness, and I laugh but grab a card.

I am fearful, even though I have nothing to hide. "What is your favorite sexual position? And why?" I do not hesitate about this. "Missionary because of eye contact," I leave the card in front of me. "Good taste," Seunggil adds as if it was needed, and I focus on the one who has to read his question.

30 minutes later...

My turn now happening again, I pick the card on top of the pile and read it in my head first but bite my lips out of embarrassment. "Who or what was on your mind last time you touched yourself? And when did that happen?" I lick my lips but stare at the words, not feeling very comfortable about letting her name out.

"I'm not answering," I drop the card on the flat surface and take a bite of the second chicken wing right away. "Oh, come on! Just the first letter!"

"No," I shake my head, the spice not bothering me or burning at all. "I know who it is anyway," he stares and teases me about it, knowing the one I keep thinking about and having wet dreams of. I chew on the meat I have in my mouth but cover my lips with my hands that I intertwined in front of them, looking at Seunggil and sending him some hatred as our other friend read his questions. "She'll know at some point, don't worry," he mumbles to me, but I glance away and bounce my leg.

She already knows I had a wet dream about her, so this is enough. She does not need to know more than that.

I watch the others play their turn and answer without ever eating the wings as if they were afraid, or too confident to avoid one of the questions, and in only short seconds, maybe one or minutes, Seunggil puts his card down, and I have to take a new one, even though I have not recovered from the previous one. "Bro," I sigh and glare at my best friend. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"What?! I didn't even touch or read the cards!" he gets rid of the blame I put on him, touching his chest and showing innocence. I run my fingers through my hair to pull it back and go ahead. "What happened in the last wet dream you had?" I throw it down and feel like biting into the third wing. "Come on, don't skip again. It's a simple question. Hangyeol literally exposed the fact that he came in a few seconds on his first time."

"No need to repeat it, asshole," he hits him with a card that he yanked at him, and I chuckle but glance down. "Fine," I give in to make it fair for everyone and entertain them. "I was having sex with someone on my desk in my room—"

"Who's that someone? Don't tell half of the story," Hangyeol joins in to complicate this situation for me when I do not want to say the name and reveal the one they already heard a lot about because of me. "I won't say it, shut up and let me finish it. So I was deep into it, like, it was really good, but at some point, the door on my right opened, and her brother was there, but..." I cover my face with my hand to hide the shame. "He did not even react. He just stared at us the same way we did, and he stepped back, closed the door, and never came back, so I just continued what I was doing," I raise my eyebrows and scoff, but out of embarrassment that they all seem to enjoy, I grab my glass of water and drink to swallow my pride.

I hope Iseul will not believe this is about her only because she has a brother too.

The other guys already grabbing their cards and reading them, I pass one to Iseul, then Seunggil, and I already get the one I will have to answer soon.

' Do you like oral sex? '

This one is easy. Who the hell would say no?

10 minutes later...

I pant to feel some fresh air enter my mouth, the spiciness of the two other chicken wings now numbing and melting my throat and mouth as if it was lava. "Fuck..." I bite my lips and move, walk, distract myself while they are struggling but way less than I am.

That last one hit really hard. This is painful. "I'm already sorry for your butthole, Joonha," Seunggil remarks to make fun of me and not feel any empathy at all. "Shut the fuck up," I quieten him down and lay my hands on the kitchen island, my teary eyes and runny nose worsening my state. "It's your turn," he throws a card at me when I hoped that he would let me skip this one, but I take it and try to read the words.

"Do you recall the last time you had sex?" I drop it to lower my head and close my eyes, moaning from pain and agonizing. "I'd rather fuck Seunggil in every position possible than remember having sex with my ex."

"It doesn't sound like a compliment, but I'm gonna pretend it is. Little bitch," he mutters with offense, and I scoff but glance up at him. "It wasn't."

"I hope your whole body hurts right now," he does not appreciate my answer, but since it is actually the case and that I am dying, I keep quiet and give up on trying not to drink some milk.

I am on the verge of getting naked and jumping into the pool. I am so close to doing it. This is unbearable.

I swallow a heavy amount of milk but almost drool because of my numb mouth, and I put the bottle down but now feel like puking. This was a bad idea, I should have stayed in my bed and talked with y/n instead, I would have felt so much better.

"You're already struggling after only two bites?" Seunggil mocks Iseul, and I chuckle as well, knowing I have already taken five bites, and apparently not the worst one yet. I might pass out if I eat the last deadly one.

"Come on, Joonha. Your turn," he asks for my last moments to be lived here, but I gag and hold my fist against my mouth. "Wait...I'm gonna fucking puke," I fidget on my spot, not opening my eyes but attempting to calm down. "I can't—" I shake my head and refuse to torture myself even more. "I gotta go to the bathroom," I leave the game and hurry upstairs, feeling like I am going to hurl out all my organs that turned to liquid.

— Next day —

Monday, August 1st, 2022.

11:50 pm.

'Y/N'S P.O.V'

My game getting on my nerves as today does not seem to want to go well and have some mercy on me, I sigh and leave the lobby to take a break, and I grab my phone.

Joonha sent me a text that I did not see some minutes ago. Finally something great.

< hey, I'm so sorry for not texting you last night or today, but the truth and dare didn't end well, and I had to stay in bed all day long ]

[ hey, no don't say sorry. What happened? Are you not okay? >

< well, the dare was to bite into some spicy chicken wings if we didn't answer, the thing is that 2 bites were fine. 3 bites started aching, then the 4th one destroyed my inside so I was in pain for the whole night:') but I'm fine now ]

[ I told you not to do anything stupid!:< >

< it's okay:c I'm alright now, don't worry. Do you wanna call? Everyone is outside right now, so I'm chilling ]

I do not answer but call him, and he picks up in less than five seconds. "Hey," his voice soothes me and brightens up my mood. "Hey. Are you sure you're fine? Why would you do something so dumb?"

"Because we're dumb," he states, and I chuckle. "Yes, you are."

"Wait, let's FaceTime," he opens the camera, but before doing the same, I watch his features, then let him see mine. "Hm, it's better like this," he smiles at me, and I cannot hold back from doing it too. "So, how was your day?" he asks me, resting his head on his fist, his room seeming dark. "It was good, but I guess I'm not going to ask how yours went."

"Yeah, it's better to avoid that subject," he chuckles and tangles his fingers in his fluffy hair. "What did you do yesterday at the skatepark?" he mentions what needed to remain untold. "I skated," I summarize in two words, but his look makes me understand this is not enough. "And?"

"And...I practiced. A guy helped me, and he spent the day with me," I do not hide it, and his facial expression changes. "Uh. And who was it? Have we already seen him skate?"

"I don't pay attention to the others, so I can't tell, but I've never seen him," I tell the truth, being honest about everything. "And are you the one who went up to him?"

"No, you think I'm gonna do that? I was better alone, but I heard a guy shouting, so I checked but noticed that he was asking me to stop his skateboard because it was about to pass under the railing, so I hurried to catch it, then he started talking and told me he noticed I was having a hard time alone but that he is a beginner too," I recall all the small things he said to me, and I keep attention over Joonha, who is not expressing any happiness. "Hm. So he helped you, or you helped him?"

"Kinda both," I chuckle, and he nibbles on his bottom lip, where the ring is. "And what did he tell you? Were you both having fun? Was he kinda handsy with you?"

"It was great, better than being alone for sure. He wasn't, he was just sometimes holding my arm or something like that, but barely, and from what he told me, he'll be there next weekend, so I guess he'll come skate with me again, but Hyunjin will also be there this time," I try to find a way to reassure him as he seems bothered, or indifferent, I cannot even tell.

"Good," nothing else leaves his mouth, and I smile. "That's all?"

"Yeah. What do you want me to say? I knew you'd replace me..." he finally lets something out, and I chuckle. "You're dumb, Joonha. I'll never replace my best teacher."

"He's not a teacher since he's not good. And did you see him today?" he remembers the day that we are, and I nod. "Oh, even better," the sarcasm fills his words, and I cannot help laughing. "You spend time with all your friends, but I can't?"

"It's different," he shakes his head and licks his lips, softly smiling, nonetheless. "Of course, it's different."

"I was in horrible pain since last night, and I come back to my baby girl cheating on me, so great," the nickname leaving his mouth affects me much more than when it is said by text, and I smile. "Stop saying that. You already cheated with Iseul, and probably even Seunggil who came to take a bath the other night, then got you to leave right after. Uh? You think I'm too dumb to not understand?"

"Yes," he giggles, cutely. "You're too dumb to understand you're wrong."

"Then you're wrong too, Sir," I correct him since he only focuses on what he wants in order to make me the bad person, and he smiles but slowly denies it with his head. "I know you don't love me anymore now, you already got sick of me."

"That's not true, stop talking," I hold one finger up against my lips to show him to hush, and he drops his eyes lower on the screen. "How can I be so sure of that?"

"Because I'd never lie about that, and I wouldn't be talking to you right now if it was the case. I'd be texting him instead," I state what makes sense to me, not even slipping a single lie between all those words. "Alright. I trust you."

"You should," I put an end to this but feel like a part of this was not a joke to him. He does not say anything more, and I do not either, not knowing what topic to broach. We both stare at each other, silently, and I smile, uncontrollably.

"What?" he notices, and I cannot even find any reason to explain this. "Nothing. Is it wrong to smile?"

"When you're looking at me like that, yes,"  he does not even let me do what I want. "Who said I'm looking at you? I'm maybe looking behind you."

"There's nothing more interesting and pretty than me, so I know you're lying," he smirks but moves his head down to lay it on his arm, and he plays with his hair while staring at me and nothing else. "Alright. I admit to it. I'm looking at your pretty face, but it's my eyes, so I can."

"Oh, so if you unbutton your shirt right now and that your breasts are right under my eyes, I can look because it's my eyes, hm?" he turns it against me to trick me, and I fail to find an argument. "Well...my breasts are very...it's an intimate part of my body, but your face is not, so it's not the same."

"Uh. Good answer, you're right," he recognizes, and I breathe out with relief after struggling. "I mean...I wouldn't mind if you look since it's you, but still. I made my point."

"Oh, and why is that?" he raises his head up as if he was suddenly awake, and I giggle. "Because that's you. That's all."

"I'm lucky then," he shows some conceit as if he was privileged. "There's nothing to feel lucky about," I do not agree, but he does not seem to see it the same way. "There is, but you wouldn't understand, so I won't argue," he puts his head back on his arm that is on his pillow, and I do not say anything more.

I stay quiet and gaze down at his lips, but he nibbles on his inner cheek and lowers his eyes as well. He is acting weird, I do not know if this is because he has been sick all day long, but he is not like usual.

Not feeling comfortable on my chair anymore, I decide to turn my computer off, leave it, and get on my bed to lie down. I do not cover my body with my blanket but hug one of my plushies, and I set my eyes back on Joonha.

"Are you tired or in pain?" I ask, feeling worried. "I'm not. Why?"

"I don't know. It seems like something's wrong," I do not keep quiet about it. I am not able to do it. "I just wanna come back. I mean, it's not that I don't enjoy my time with my friends, but it's just...bad timing," he does not help me to feel any more reassured with this vague explanation. "Why?"

A smile softly grows on his face, and he glances away. "I don't know. Just bad timing."

"Hm," I do not insist, leaving him alone with this. "I'm gonna come with Choco to brighten up your mood," I try to find a way to make him feel better, and his smile widens. "I am in a good mood, but that would be better if you were here," he flutters my heart with a mere sentence, and I cannot contain the delight this brought me. "I'm here though."

"Yeah, but not physically, so that's completely different," his small and cute confession hastens the beating of my heart. "Aw. You miss the brat that you hate? I feel so touched."

"Shut up," he laughs and rolls on his back, licking his lips to squeeze them with his teeth. "I just wanna piss you off, and I can't do it if you're behind a screen. That's the only reason why I want you here."

"So I'm like a stress ball you crush when your friends are not enough to relax you?" I describe what he makes me feel like, but he shakes his head. "No. I have two stress balls here, I don't need you to be my third one," he cracks a nasty joke as if he wanted to get rid of the nervousness I caused him to feel.

"Ah yeah, I forgot about those," I do not even pretend to be shocked, I am used to it now. We both have the same mind. "But they're more like marbles than balls, in my opinion."

He pushes his inner cheek with his tongue and does not let his lips form a smile. "Those marbles are gonna end in your mouth if you don't shut the fuck up about them," he engenders a crowd of butterflies to invade my stomach, and I play along. "Don't threaten me with a good time, please."

He gapes at this response he probably did not expect, but this expression quickly turns into a pleased one. "You really wanna suck my dick that bad, uh?"

"No! I'm just joking!" I laugh but find it hard not to feel hot, and he acts like I am not owning up to my desire. "Sure. Just joking," he purses his lips and shows his skepticism. "Of course, baby girl. I'm gonna believe that."

"You better do," I assert, hating how short the confidence lasts in me. "Hm. Yeah. Like, honestly, the day I let you suck my dick and moan for you is gonna be the D-day for you, but for real, that d won't be there for nothing, he drastically raises the temperature of my body, and I melt into the humiliation. "I'm leaving..." I bury my head in my pillow and hope to, somehow, evaporate into air. "No, you're not. You stay here— Joonha!" someone yells his name and knocks on a door, getting him to dart his eyes in that direction. "Wait," he whispers and moves his phone down, but the person I assume to be Seunggil, shouts again. "Are you jerking off to y/n again?!"

My jaw drops to those words I did not expect to hear at all, and Joonha can be heard opening the door in an abrupt manner.