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It’s high noon, and Namjoon had a snake in his boot. Actually, It’s 3pm on a Friday, and Jin won’t be home until Sunday because he’s visiting family. Now is the time for the rapper to set his plan into motion.
The first thing he does is hit up some of his other bois, Taehyung and Jungkook. (Yes! They finally appeared (and they’re totally most definitely are sure as heck not dating of course not)) Those two were notorious for their pranks, and they were more than willing to help out. The two pranksters had no problem with the prank, and all they needed to do was buy the materials.
Instead of heading to their local corner store like a sensible human being, Namjoon decided to order the cups online. Somehow, the rapper had managed to fuck up the number of cups he wanted, and he ended up ordering 3,459 cups instead of 1,000. Way to go, Namjoon.
Needless to say, everyone was confused when a truckload of custom ‘moist’ labeled cups the next morning.
The most tedious task by far was filling and placing all the cups. Kim Namjoon was the clumsiest creature created on this planet. The amount of cups the poor guy had knocked over was unbelievable.
The prank had taken all day to set up because Namjoon kept knocking over and stepping on cups. By the time they had finished, the sun had set, but every room of the apartment was covered. Jin was due back in the morning, and it was time for revenge SWEET, SWEET REVENGE. This time Namjoon was ready. Right?
Namjoon went to bed that night bracing himself for a random alarm to go off, but to his surprise nothing woke him up that night. The rapper woke up from a peaceful sleep with a pang of regret in his heart. He sat there and thought about how stupid their fight was in the first place. He hated fighting with Jin, and they could just move some shit around to make space. Namjoon was having second thoughts, but it was too late now. The rapper pushed that teenage angst away, and prepared himself for Jin’s reaction (I had to add angst).
It was the moment of truth, Jin was due back any moment. Namjoon was lying on his back in their shared bedroom, whose door conveniently faced directly into the hallway, which lead towards the front door.
Namjoon sat there wondering why the author was making him suffer, when he finally heard the the begin to unlock. Namjoon attempted to carefully tiptoe over some cups, but he knocked over half of them… Of course.
The pranksters were smart enough to make space to open doors, and the rapper was able to get a full view of Jin’s reaction.
“Babe, I’m ho-NAMJOON WHAT THE FUCK!!” The older was standing at the front door with an expression of complete astonishment on his face. His bags had fallen to the floor and his lip was quivering. “W-what did you do?”
After that final question, all hell broke loose. First Jin calmly put down his bags, then he just started screaming and kicking cups and screaming louder. He was just freaking out, he definitely wasn’t anticipating this, when he returned home. What was he going to do? How would he get through? What if the floors were damaged? What is the point of wood floors anyway? What if they flood the house?
Namjoon couldn’t even bring himself to laugh because he felt shitty. Because of him, his mans was in distress. It was time to go from zero to hero (ugh, cringe). Giving his best warcry, the rapper charged through the cups, knocking everything over with his wrath. He reached the front door, scooped up his darling (bridal style, of course), and charged back through the house. The Rapper began to pepper Jin’s face in sweet tender kisses and whispered reassuring sweet nothings (hah HAH). His pant legs were soaked, but that didn’t matter because his honey was calming down.
The couple was cuddling, and Jin had finally calmed down. Namjoon decided to explain the situation at long last. When he had finished speaking, the rapper braced himself for the onslaught of Jin’s anger. He was surprised when Jin only smiled warmly, threw his head back and laughed.
“Seriously Namjoon?!” the older chuckled “You wanted to get back at me so you did this?”
“I-I I don’t know, yeah,” The rapper smiled sheepishly “I don’t even know why we’re fighting. Let’s—let’s go back to how things were, we can sort out the shelving shit tomorrow. Just rest hun, you look tired” Jin grins, nods and lays back, deciding to rest for a bit.
NOW IT WAS TIME TO GET SHIT DONE. Namjoon rolled his sleeves back with a determined grin, CLEANING TIME. WHOOP WHOOP! The rapper started by grabbing all of Jin’s stuff from the front, and putting it somewhere safe and dry. Then, he grabbed a garbage bag and a jug, so he could safely collect and empty cups. The giant task began: Grab, pour, toss. Grab, pour, toss. Grab, pour, toss. Grab, pour, toss. Grab, pour, toss. Grab, pour, toss. Grab. pou-SPLASH! “FUCK!” Lets just say...he missed the cup. This happened at 7 more times before he had finished 3 hours later. The last task was cleaning up all the water, so the rapper grabbed his mop and got to work. After another hour, peace was brought back to their small abode. Sadly, Namjoon still felt shitty, he hated seeing his darling so distraught. So The Rapper decided to go buy some snaccs for his mans. Namjoon popped into the local corner store and loaded up on Jin’s favorite snacks, and he grabbed some red, white, and pink roses.
The set up was complete, because the author thinks that she has been droning on for way too long. Namjoon was set up in the kitchen and the food way prepared. After a few Jin finally emerged from their bedroom, surprised to see a clean house. He sat down with the rapper, and they finally sorted out their kerfuffle.
At the end of their adventure, the loveseat was in the bedroom where it belonged. The couple had ended up moving the shelves into a corner, instead of along a wall. The two were back to their usual flow, Namjoon would fuck up, Jin would yell his laugh. The world was at peace… for now.
And yes, after deep cleaning their new loveseat, Namjoon and Jin fucked on it (Jin bottomed)