"What's that?" I asked.

"You get into a closet and have some alone time in there, if you know what I mean." Jungkook said.

It was my turn and I made the mistake of choosing dare. Now I have to do this seven minutes in heaven thing.

"And I'm supposed to stay in there for seven minutes?"

"Yup." He smirked. "Go on, I have a nice closet in the guest room."

"Why that one?"

"Because it's small."

"Yeah, why can't we use your closet? It's big."

"You'll ruin everything. It's organized, I don't want anybody touching my stuff. Especially my clothes."

"Fine." I mumbled. "Come on," I pulled Jimin with me. If you haven't guessed already, Jungkook made Jimin and I do this thing. Obviously. Since he knew I liked him.

He took us to the guest room and locked us in the closet for seven minutes. There was literally no space in there. I was pushed up against Jimin's chest. It was nice but uncomfortable at the same time.

"So," He started. "Do we have to do this?"

"We don't have to if you don't want to."

"Okay." And we stayed silent. A minute probably passed.

"Are you guys even doing anything in there?" Jungkook called.

"Uh, yeah!" Jimin said.

"Really? Because I can't hear anything!"

"Can you hear people when they make out?!"

"You're making out?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah? Duh." Jimin said. "They might open the door on us when the seven minutes are done and they'll see us just standing here doing nothing."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. Let's have fun." He smirked.

"What do you mean?" My voice cracked at the end.

"Just make some noise." He whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows but then I got it when he started moaning. I followed his lead and moaned. I mean, I don't know if you could call that moaning. It was more like a tribal call but whale version, you know what I'm saying?

"They're actually doing something." Jungkook said. "Go on! Have fun! You still have four minutes!"

"Mess up your hair." Jimin whispered. I didn't have time to mess up my hair seeing that he put his hands in there and pulled my hair. He started moving it around. "Mess up mine."

"O-okay." I stuttered. I put my fingers through his hair and moved it around. He moaned once more.

"That feels so good, baby." He said, making sure Jungkook and Yoongi hear it.

"I'm glad you like it." I answered. I was getting the hang of this. I took a hold of his shirt and messed it up a little, making it look like he was holding me up.

"You know what you're doing, Jung Hoseok." Jimin smirked, whispering so they wouldn't hear.

I just smirked back. Or tried to.

"One minute!" Jungkook called out.

"Alright, now we want them to believe we did something, okay?" Jimin said. I nodded. "So just keep your head close so when they open the door, they believe it."

"Alright." I said. I admit, I was nervous. He leaned towards me and kept an inch or two between our lips. He put his head in front of mine so that when they opened the door, it would look like we're kissing. It took everything for me not to just close the fucking gap between us. I could feel his hot minty breath on my lips and that alone, made me go crazy.

"Okay, seven minutes are done!" I heard Yoongi say as he pulled open the closet doors. The light hit us like a laser beam and it took me a minute to adjust. "Oh, you were actually doing it. I thought you were bullshitting." He mumbled. He walked away but Jungkook cheered.

"Yay! This is too cute." He gushed. Jimin and I walked out of the closet and he winked at me for effect.

I rolled my eyes at that. "Can we not play that game?" I asked.

"Why aren't your lips swollen?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "You were in there for seven minutes, I'm pretty sure your lips would get swollen."

"Who said we did stuff with our lips?" Would he believe that?

"Oh my god! You should tell me what you did in there!"

"Whatever happens in the closet, stays in the closet." I smirked. He bought it.

"I thought you were my best friend, Hoseok." He frowned. I just shrugged. We went back to the living room and I just noticed how much of a mess Jimin looked like. And he looked hot, too. I wonder how I look.

"Hey Hoseok, come here for a second." Jimin said. I went to him and he pulled me away. "Jungkook, where's your bathroom?"

His eyes widened. "We didn't dare you to another seven minutes in heaven, you know."

"Oh I know." He smirked.

"It's over there," He pointed to the hallway. "To the left. What are you gonna do?"

"None of your bees wax." Jimin mimicked him from earlier.

"My words." He whined. Jimin laughed and pulled me along with him to the bathroom.

"You're probably guessing why I got you here."

"Yeah."

"Well, I know that I look like a mess and I would like to fix myself up and I'm pretty sure you'd want to fix yourself up a bit too."

"Thank you!" I laughed. We looked in the mirror and I gasped. "Wow, I look terrible."

"You look hot."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"What? It's true." He said, fixing his hair. I blushed and looked away. I didn't want him to see me blushing. "Everyone looks hot after a make out session." He smirked.

"Let's not talk about this again, okay?" I said.

"Deal." He laughed.

We fixed ourselves up and went back to the living room. I noticed Yoongi on his phone, not once glancing up. Jungkook rushed over to me and asked what we did which I answered with nothing.

"What do you guys want to do then?" Jungkook asked.

"Don't know." I answered.

"Fucking hell." Yoongi cursed. We all turned to him. "Does he have to do this now?" He mumbled.

"Who?" Jungkook asked.

"Someone I fucking hate. Look, I have to go, okay? I'm not sure if I'll be back, though."

I have a feeling it's his dad. "Can I come with you?" I asked. Jungkook and Jimin turned to look at me.

"No." He sternly said. "It's too dangerous." And he got up. He walked to the door and left. I quickly went after him, ignoring the protests of my best friend.

"Yoongi." I said. He looked behind him.

"Princess, please don't." He begged.

"I want to." I said. He stayed quiet at first but then he nodded. I went over to the passenger seat and put on my seatbelt. "Is it your dad?" He nodded, confirming what I thought. "Is it okay if I ask about what happened?"

"The bastard is high off his ass and his friend called me because he's passed out and nobody can drive him home."

"What about his friend?"

"He's high too. I don't want to fucking drive him home but he's still my dad and as much as I hate him, I can't get myself to stop caring." His voice cracked at the end.

"Nobody can hate their parents, Yoongi. It's completely okay to feel this way." I said, putting a hand on his arm.

"I want to hate him so bad. You don't know anything about the shit he's put me through! But I can't."

I noticed a tear falling. "Hey stop the car for a minute." I said. He did what I said and I pulled him in for a hug. He was shocked so he didn't hug back until seconds later. "It's okay, Yoongi. It's okay." I pulled away and wiped the tear off of his face. "We're gonna go get your dad and we'll drop him off then we can go to Jimin's house, if you want. Or you could come over to mine, too."

"Okay." He nodded. I sat back in my seat and he started the car again, heading to where his dad was.

We got there in half an hour and we managed to carry a passed out old man. We put him in the back seat and Yoongi drove to his house. He stopped and carried his dad inside. I went in to make sure nothing happened and I looked around. It looked exactly like what a house owned by an old man would look like. Everything's messy and half the stuff are on the ground. I didn't care though. As long as we put his dad in his bed and we leave, that's all I care about. We left and Yoongi started driving.

"Can I stay over at your house?"

"Of course."