Jungkook's Pov:

I smile with mischief as hyung puts his book on the night stand. Once he's done putting his book away, he joins me on the floor. I scoot towards him so we're in arms length of each other as we sit face to face. I like seeing him from my own eyes reflection.

"You go first." He says. I look deep into his eyes and smirk. This is going to be fun. "Have you... ever had ?" He freezes like a statue. His lips quiver into a thin line. As the seconds tick by, I don't see his hand advancing his head before it is too late. 

"You little piece of s-" I cover his mouth. 

"I don't mind if you curse, hyung, but don't use my mouth to do it. Or would you rather I buy a jar and have you put a dollar in it for every time you curse using my y lips?" He slaps my head again. 

"You little piece of fu- fries." As he is about to slap 'me' again, I grab his hand. 

"You don't want to keep hitting me now, do you?" I say smugly. 

"Yeah? And why not?" My smile turns into a big smirking grin. 

"Well, I don't know. You can keep hitting me... but do you really wanna destroy your worldwide handsome features?" He scoffs.

"You have a point. But this is not over." He says. 

Oh, you have no idea. 

After that, we end up playing one question —from of asking him about — because hyung refuses to answer my questions.