Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

Chapter 48

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You’d been awake for ten minutes and already had three limbs draped over you.

Jimin’s head was on your stomach, Taehyung’s legs tangled with yours like he was recreating a pretzel, and Jungkook was flat on your back like a human weighted blanket.

"Someone order lunch or I’m eating one of you," you groaned, voice muffled.

Yoongi walked in, sipping iced coffee. “Too much protein in human flesh. Bad for the kidneys.”

"Not if I just eat an arm," you muttered.

"Okay, Hannibal," Hoseok called from the hallway. "Let’s vote. Pizza, fried chicken, or that fancy sushi set Namjoon likes?"

“SUSHI,” Namjoon yelled from the kitchen, where he was re-labeling your boxed documents for the fourth time.

“Pizza and sushi,” Jin said as he entered with a sleepy yawn, rubbing his face. “We’re allowed to be pigs today.”

And so began your perfectly indoor "farewell party."

By the time the food arrived, everyone had claimed the living room floor with blankets and pillows like some weird cuddle cult.

Jimin force-fed you a piece of sushi. “You’re the princess today.”

“I feel like livestock,” you said as Jungkook dragged you onto his lap, hugging you from behind.

"You're our favorite livestock though," he whispered dramatically.

You rolled your eyes and let yourself be passed around from Hoseok’s lap to Taehyung’s chest to Namjoon’s shoulder like the world's coziest potato sack. No complaints—just soft murmurs, quiet giggles, and warm arms.

For a while, it was peaceful.

And then suddenly it was 5PM. The sky was golden, your stomachs full, and your brain empty.

“I have a stupid idea,” you said suddenly, sitting up.

“Oh no,” Yoongi muttered.

You grinned. “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

A pause.

Then Jin raised a skeptical eyebrow. “We know everything about each other. What’s the point?”

“Not everything,” Jungkook smirked.

That smirk should’ve been illegal.

“Like what?” Jin narrowed his eyes.

“I know what your search history looks like, hyung,” Jungkook said casually, munching on a rice cracker.

“I CLEAR MY HISTORY DAILY,” Jin shrieked.

“Which makes it more suspicious,” Yoongi said, sipping his coffee without blinking.

“Okay wait, I do wanna know now,” Taehyung added, already grabbing a bottle to spin.

“I’m out,” Jin said, raising a hand.

“Hyung, come on,” Jimin pouted, crawling over to wrap himself around Jin like a guilt snake.

“I’m too old for this,” Jin whined.

“Hyung,” Namjoon said, deadpan. “You’re thirty-two, not sixty-five.”

“I have back pain! And taxes! I am old!”

You poked his arm. “If you don’t play, I’ll go snoop your browser history myself.”

“…Fine. But if someone dares me to show feet pics again, I’m calling the cops.”

The bottle spun—and pointed at Yoongi.