Wrong Number | Han Jisung

Truth, Dare, and Way Too Many Blankets

[Yuna's POV]

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, standing in front of the dorm door holding a tote bag full of snacks and pure fear.

Jisung grinned and yanked it open.

"I warned them to act normal."

On the other side, eight boys screamed in unison.

"YUNAAAAAA!!!"

Normal, my foot.

Within five seconds, Felix had taken my bag, Hyunjin had declared me "the princess of chaos," and Changbin had challenged me to a push-up contest.

"Save me," I whispered to Jisung.

"Too late," he whispered back, already running away with a blanket on his head like a cape.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

We cleared the living room for maximum sleepover chaos. Blankets everywhere. Chips. Soda. A projector set up for movie night. It looked like a Pinterest board threw up in here.

Felix was already curled up next to Yuna, babbling about movie options. Minho sat across from them silently, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like a cat deciding whether or not to trust someone.

Seungmin had appointed himself "snack monitor" and was currently yelling at Hyunjin for trying to microwave a banana.

Jeongin walked in wearing sunglasses and a robe.

"Why do you look like a retired actor?" I asked.

"It's movie night," he replied dramatically. "I am the aesthetic."

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[Yuna's POV]

It took 45 minutes to pick a movie.

Mostly because the boys kept arguing:
    •    Hyunjin wanted a historical romance.
    •    Felix wanted a Studio Ghibli marathon.
    •    Changbin wanted action.
    •    Seungmin kept putting on Shrek just to watch everyone scream.
    •    Minho suggested horror — and smiled when I flinched.

"Don't be scared," he said. "You can hide behind Jisung. He'll just scream louder than you."

He wasn't wrong.

We finally compromised on an animated movie that no one could fight over. Sort of.

Jisung laid next to me on the mountain of pillows and whispered, "They love you, you know."

I looked around — at the mess, the yelling, the cuddling, the popcorn fights — and smiled.

"I think I love them back."

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[Group Dynamics: Chaos Level MAXED]
    •    Felix and Hyunjin made popcorn and forgot it was in the microwave.
    •    Changbin arm-wrestled Jeongin on top of the beanbags. They both fell.
    •    Minho kept throwing popcorn at Jisung when no one was looking.
    •    Seungmin built a snack tower and then kicked it over "for the plot."
    •    Chan sat in the corner smiling like a proud dad while attempting to do everyone's laundry at once.

Meanwhile, I was sitting in the center of this beautiful storm, somehow feeling completely at home.

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[Truth or Dare Begins – God Help Us All]

Chan clapped his hands.

"Alright. Time for emotional damage."

"Truth or dare," Jeongin said, pointing at Felix first.

"Truth!"

"Would you marry Hyunjin if the government asked you to?"

Felix didn't even blink. "Already planning the wedding."

Hyunjin gasped and swooned dramatically into Changbin's lap.

Next round:

"Yuna," Seungmin said, smirking. "Truth or dare?"

Jisung glared at him. "Pick something nice."

"Truth," I said cautiously.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "When did you realize you liked Jisung?"

Jisung immediately tried to dig a hole in the floor with his bare hands.

I smiled. "When he texted me three paragraphs about accidentally buying expired milk and ended it with a crying panda emoji."

All: "AWWWWWWWWW."

Jisung: "KILL ME NOW."

Minho threw a pillow at his face.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

I was half in love, half dying of humiliation.

They kept targeting us.

"Jeongin," I hissed. "Change the subject."

"Oh don't worry," he said, smirking. "I'm gonna break someone."

"Truth or dare, Jisung?" he asked.

"...Truth?"

Jeongin grinned like a gremlin. "Have you had dreams about Yuna?"

The room exploded.

Felix started screaming.

Hyunjin fell backwards over a pillow.

Chan choked on soda.

Seungmin just sat there clapping slowly, looking deeply entertained.

I made eye contact with Yuna. Her eyebrows raised.

"...Define dreams," I said, trying not to combust.

Yuna leaned in. "I'd like to know too."

Minho howled, "WE GOT HIM."

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[Yuna's POV]

After that, the game fell apart.

Minho ended up braiding Felix's hair.

Hyunjin sang dramatically into a spoon.

Seungmin and Changbin arm-wrestled again, this time on top of a table made of cereal boxes.

Jisung sat next to me, eyes still wide with embarrassment, but his hand found mine under the blankets and didn't let go.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" I whispered.

He nodded. "They're insane. But I think they like you more than me."

"I think that's your fault."

"I'm not sorry."

"Good."

We stayed like that until everyone else started passing out in weird, twisted piles of limbs and blankets.

And then it was just us. Quiet.

He looked down at me, voice soft. "Still not running away?"

I smiled, sleepy and full of joy. "Still staying."