“So you’ll let a complete stranger touch you and not your best friend?”
Summary: Yoongi and you were inseparable friends. Since your childhood you’ve played this game together in which you had to be completely honest when your pinkies were linked. Until one night, the game went too far…
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: Smutty SMUT. | Warnings: A lot of tongue technology.
A/N: So this is my official first smut. As an American Horror Story fan you should know that the pinky game is based on Kai’s game in Cult. Of course, without the creepy sh*t. So I hope you like it, I’ll get better I promise,
“Pinky to pinky. Naked truth, brutal honesty. If you lie, I’ll know.”
You both knew the rules: once your pinkies touched you had to answer each other’s question with nothing but the truth. It started as a game you had heard from a girl from your school, and now your best friend and you were hidden under the blankets with a flashlight as the only source of light - and your pinky fingers linked.
Your faces remained expressionless waiting for one of the two to make the first move.
“Are you going to leave with your dad?” you finally asked, your voice cracking as the tears wanted to fall from your eyes.
“I told you, Y/N! I’m not leaving you!” Yoongi raised his other hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was located. “I promise.”
“You can’t lie with your pinky.”
“I know.” He smiled, causing his eyes to almost disappear, “I’ll stay and we’ll be friends forever.”
There was a knock on your bedroom’s door and then your mother’s voice could be heard from the other side, “Time to sleep, kids!”
He kept his promise and stayed after his parents divorced. You were eighteen now, and he was still your best friend, the person that knew you since your childhood.
However, nothing stayed exactly the same.
When his parents divorced, Min Yoongi changed. The cute eight-year-old boy was long gone, and now was known as a fuckboy and the kind of guy other guys did not want to mess around. That was useful for you though, people knew you were his best friend and that kept bullies away from your smart ass.
You watched him sleep from your seat in class, he was wearing his usual black hoodie but you could still see a glimpse of his minty hair under the cloth. That was part of his routine, he slept in class and then you helped him study later.
The bell rang and you shook his shoulder with your hand. He turned his head to a side and looked at you just with one barely open eye, “Hey.”
“Will you ever stay awake in class?” You grabbed his bag and handed it to him. He yawned and took it, standing up and offering you a hand to do the same.
“Who cares. I have you to teach me better.”