The background music to Super Smash Bros Brawl is playing rather loudly in the background, controllers tossed haphazardly around the floor and three teenagers are lying exhausted on the bed as if they had just ran a marathon. You of course were one of these teenagers and who knew finger smashing controllers could be so tiring. The last battles was pretty intense and no one was spared on that. Relaxing on your friends bed, you let your mind go blank but that of course didn’t last for long because you thought about telling your older brother later, who also happened to be an avid Nintendo player how you had creamed these two friends of yours next to you. Which brought you back to having a hard time explaining the current position you were in right now.

On a boys bed.

Lying between two boys.

Raging hormonal boys, or so your dear older brother would say.

Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to work. You wouldn’t still be thinking about this but somewhere along the way, as the laughter died down from all the trash talking you just did to both; a clammy hand was on yours, thumb caressing the dorsal side of your hand. Turning your head to the left, you peeked open an eye just enough to see if Jimin was looking at you since he was the culprit. Nope, the fiery orange haired boy looked as serene as can be, a tiny twitch of his lips into a smile. Closing your eyes again you rolled back to have your face directed towards the ceiling. Jimin and you were friends. No lines had ever been crossed and while you might want to try to sum this up to just a friendly thing to do, the way your heart is pounding against your chest just a tiny bit more than usual will beg to differ.

Before you can even collect your thoughts on this matter, your right hand has been seized by another. This one doesn’t seem to be quite as hesitant since there is now an large hand completely enveloping your own. Once again you slowly turn your head to the right and peek open an eye, Jungkook doesn’t even have his face turned towards you, in fact it’s in the opposite direction. Trying not to draw attention to yourself you return to your former position even more flustered than you were just a few seconds ago. Jimin’s thumb was still caressing you and Jungkook’s hand didn’t seem to resting on yours by accident. In fact, his grip just tightened slightly, almost an encouraging squeeze. Encouraging in regards to what you weren’t sure.

The sound of your heart seemed like it was as loud as a drum. You weren’t sure how the other two couldn’t hear it. It was distracting as well as making you even more awkward. How could you do anything when you had the both of them doing this at the same time.

Gently, you pulled both your hands away and placed them onto your stomach, interlacing your fingers. There. You were safe, they were safe. It was done quietly no feelings or embarrassment would be known to the other. All was good.

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