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You don’t know BTS at all!
You distract Yoongi with a quiz on his own group.
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The sun was shining brightly through the windows of the living room, flooding the open space with a natural illumination. The light was especially noticeable flicking off their coffee mugs and some glossy photos that littered the coffee table.
Yoongi and Hoseok were seated on the adjacent couch in their sweats, shifting between various relaxed positions all morning while sorting through the images. They were piecing together booklets for the deluxe version of their new album and along with the images, had markers, lyric sheets, stickers, scissors; several supplies spread on the table to help them customize the blank pages of the booklets they’ve been assigned.
They had been in the living room working all morning and it was early in the afternoon when you finally made an appearance.
You walk into the living room, dressed just as comfortable and casual as them. “Hey Yoongi?” you ask in a soft voice, breaking the silence.
“Hm?” He hums in response to both your question and acknowledging your presence while doodling on the corner of a page with thick blue marker.
“What’s Jimin’s favorite color?”
“Umm...red.” His eyes never leave his drawing as he answers and it sounds like he had trouble thinking of a color in general at the moment, fully entranced in his handiwork.
Hoseok furrows his brows in disagreement to his answer but doesn’t say anything, still focused on putting his selected pages in order.
You write down his answer in the magazine you’re holding before seating yourself on the arm of the chair across from the coffee table.
“What’s is V’s favorite movie?”
“Titanic.” Yoongi answers without thinking and you can tell he isn’t making any effort to answer.
This time Hoseok scrunches his face up in disagreement, staring at Yoongi in surprise. Yoongi catches his glance and shrugs his shoulders quickly. They both know that is wrong.
Yoongi caps his marker and leans back, wondering where this sudden pop quiz on his bandmates came from, but of course, still answers because you’re the one asked him. “When he sits down and his thighs spread to twice their size.”
You again write down his answer and turn the page of your magazine.
“Okaaaaay,” you smooth the page out, creasing the center. “What scares Jin the most?”
You almost choke on your laughter. He definitely isn’t trying now. Hoseok’s head falls back and his pages fall to his lap at the response and now is laughing with you as Yoongi sits there expressionless looking back and forth between the two of you.
“You’re not even trying, Yoongs,” you finally spit out when you are finished snickering.
Your boyfriend has all but forgotten about his booklet now, focused on you and your little questionnaire. His lips curl up as he realizes how your presence lights up the whole room. Hair half up and sweats rolled up to your calves, you silently demand his attention. He wonders how he’s gotten through the day so far without you.
“What is this all about, y/n?” The question was blunt, but his soft expression at you indicates you are a welcomed distraction to their task-at-hand.
You stand back up, promptly flipping back to the title page to get the title correct “This is the ‘How well do you know your favorite idols BTS?!’ quiz.”
Hosoek is fully invested in the exchange now, his legs pulled up to his chest, his organized sheets left for later on the table. “What’s the next question?,” he is curious to know what other random factoid a random magazine had dug up on his crew.
“Jungkook has a black belt in which martial art?” You spare a glance to each man in front of you, waiting for a response.
Yoongi’s eyes turn to his left to the younger man next to him, wordlessly inviting him to answer first.
Hoesoek shakes his head, refusing to help. “Oh no, these are your answers.”
Yoongi sighs, he wanted to hear someone else play along but enjoys his small audience’s reactions to his dumb answers. “Fishing.”
Hobi drops his jaw, pretending to be offended. “I’ve never even been to Jamaica!” He smacks Yoongi and the two swat at each other for a few seconds. You smile at how the grown men revert to small children when they get on each other's nerves.
You snort and write down his obviously fake answer anyway.
“What is J-Hope’s favorite vacation destination?”
Your boyfriend moves into the protection of a corner of the couch, rubbing an itch on his arm. “Jamaica.”
“You call yourself a fan?! You don’t know BTS at all!!” You read out the highlight section headlining his results in a dramatic voice while the men burst into laughter. Hobi can hardly keep himself on the couch, clapping and bouncing with cackles Yoongi’s laugh is low but the movement of his bouncing shoulders shows how entertaining he finds it.
You decide to cut the quiz short, realizing that they still actually had work to do which they were working diligently until you arrived.
“Alright let’s add up your points.” You check the front and back of the page Yoongi answered then skip ahead a couple pages in your magazine to where the quiz results are.
“0 to 5 points,” both men smiled in anticipation of the obvious failure that awaited Yoongi.
The two members in your living room finally stop laughing, letting out heavy breaths and wiping tears as they calm down from their hysterics.
You continue reading the text of his result in your pronounced voice while they’re still laughing. “You know nothing about our precious Bangtang boys! You’re the opposite of RM in the intelligence department and had no business taking this quiz in the first place.”
You gasp at the harsh words. “Wow, that’s brutal,” you critique aloud but your voice barely resonates above the guffaws still coming from the couch.
Yoongi’s lips flatten and embarrassment creeps up, him refusing to return your gaze he just knows you have settled on him. No matter how long you’ve dated, you never get tired of him flushing so quickly.
“You should Google them,” Hoseok suggests to his bandmate, winking at you to play along and of course you do:
“Definitely. Especially that Suga guy. He’s amazing.”
“Yeah, he’s such a good rapper.” Hoseok and you were a teasing team and Yoongi was trapped.
“He’s so handsome,” - you finish with a bang - “and don’t get me started on how smart he is.” Yoongi’s cheeks turn bright red as you and Hobi share a grin of accomplishment. Teamwork makes the dream work.
Your grin of tag-team accomplishment settles into a smile of personal satisfaction. Your little check up on the duo was a success and you got to embarrass Yoongi in the process. You turn your focus back to the hallway you came from, returning to the bedroom you and Yoongi shared, leaving the bandmates and friends to do their work once again.
“Alright, alright,” Yoongi dismisses all of your compliments, reaching for the pages of his booklet-in-progress and a sticker sheet, not wanting to look at either of you.
Hobi follows suit, returning to his work. His personalized book was nearly completed.