“YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE
YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR” x yoongi
Yoongi finally got the taste of his own medicine after all these years.
From last year’s disappointment of silly strings that stuck to your face, to the previous spur of glitter all over your sweater, down to the painful experience of removing every piece of streamer that filled the room when you opened your present - Min Yoongi finally got what he’s been doing to you.
Sure, you love the guy. You’d take a pledge, swear on your life, his life, your ass, his ass, whoever, whatever but this is the one moment you won’t feel sorry for, having a smirk of triumph curved on your lips as Yoongi now has his hands glued to the box from trying to open it.
“…did you… just…”
You wanted to be calm, but boy, years of pent up frustration did a lot to a person. It doesn’t make it any better that it’s Christmas, so… sorry, Santa.
“How does it feel like getting tricked and betrayed into thinking you’re in for a nice surprise but sike! You’ve totally fell for my trick and therefore, as a reward for you being ever-so-gullible for accepting my gift without any hesitations, there you have it! A messed up prank that involves many regrets!”
With a tired exhale, you shake your head, “You have no idea,”
“Guess I should stop adding booby traps to my gifts, huh?”
“You think?” You snort, now already feeling bad seeing his hands helplessly stuck to the golden box that you stand, extending your arms out to lend him a hand, “Here, let me help-”
“W-Wait, Y/N! Be careful around-”with a little nudge against the coffee table that contained Yoongi’s gift for you, it now explodes with a mixture of streamers, glitter… and the silly strings you hate the ever-loving-fuck of. With clenched eyes and jaw at the sudden outburst of what the fu-, Yoongi’s left to gaping at you from five steps away, hands now moving up to hide his face when - “Min Yoongi!!!”
((”c’mon, it’s not fair! i made that promise before my booby trap went off!”
“y/n…” yoongi whines, a box pathetically hanging in front of you when yoongi’s unable to remove the box on his own, but he still tries to hug you with his chest pressed to your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, “i’m sorry…”
“one hour,” you breathe, stepping away from him after pushing his arms up and moving to the side, “you have an hour to clean up this mess, get the box off your hands yourself and when i get back, this place better be spotless,”
“but how am i supposed to-!”…”yes ma’am…”))
“this is your mess, fix it yourself.”)))