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Yoongi was going to have a ‘Jimin is going to jail’ party later that night.
For context, it started about ten minutes ago. Yoongi was working behind the counter for returned clothes, just simply attaching the thin security tags to clothes and folding them, when he heard a familiar chirpy voice call out his name.
He turned his head and saw Taehyung approach him with a wave and a smile, but next to the happy boy was his friend. For anyone who cared, that friend’s name was Jimin.
Oh, how Yoongi hated that friend.
“Yoongi, hi!” Taehyung said as he and Jimin got closer to the blond male.
Yoongi ran his fingers through his dyed hair and crossed his arms over his chest and asked, “Are you looking for Namjoon?”
Taehyung nodded. “I can’t find him anywhere. Is he on break? Can you let him know I’m here?”
The older man just tossed the shirt he was working on to the side and sighed. “I’m really busy right now and I’ve no idea where he’s at. I’m not his personal assistant. Can’t you message him or something?”
“Don’t be an ass and just go get him,” Jimin snapped.
Yoongi didn’t even spare a glance in Jimin’s direction. He just looked anywhere but at him. “Do you hear something? It sounds like a little bitch.”
Jimin just rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. “Yeah, and that little bitch is currently slacking off instead of folding shirts.”
Yoongi this time shot a glare at the pink-haired boy. “Then why don’t you get folding?” He picked up a pair of underwear and chucked it at Jimin, who just dodged it and let the piece of clothing on the ground.
“Oh, so you do see me,” Jimin retorted. “You do know how to use your eyes after all.”
“Upon seeing your face, I wish I didn’t.”
“Please don’t fight,” Taehyung said sadly, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulder and pulling him away from Yoongi. “I’m just going to go explore for a bit. Come on, Jimin. Let’s go.”
“You know the policy. Buy something or get out,” Yoongi said.
“That’s not an actual rule,” Jimin pointed out.
“How do you know?”
“You literally just made that up now.”
“It exists. It just only applies to you, Park.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “How did a grump like you even get a job here if you don’t even know your own store policy?”
“Like I said, it’s a policy that only applies to little shits like you.”
“Can you two not fight for one second?” Taehyung asked with a sigh.
“No,” Yoongi and Jimin said at the same time.
Taehyung sighed. “Come on, hug it out.”
“You think I want to touch that thing, let alone hug it?” Yoongi said in absolute disgust.
“I don’t touch assholes,” Jimin said to Taehyung. “Don’t want to get crap all over me.”
“Please? At least do it for me?”
Yoongi sighed and stepped around the counter. Jimin rolled his eyes, and the two reluctantly went in for a hug.
Suddenly, Yoongi grabbed the fabric beneath Jimin’s pants and yanked it up, making Jimin screech in surprise.
Taehyung covered his mouth and Jimin gaped at Yoongi who had pulled away and began laughing out loud.
“You pervert!” Jimin shouted, eyes glaring daggers at Yoongi.
“I can’t believe you let me give you a wedgie,” Yoongi said through his laughs as he walked back to behind the counter. “You’re an absolute idiot.”
Jimin let out a huff, picking up the undergarment Yoongi threw at him earlier and throwing it back at him. Yoongi only brought his hands in front of him to shield himself from the attack as Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and dragged him off.
“What a fucking loser,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he returned to work. A few seconds later, from his peripheral vision he saw yet another person approach him. He didn’t bother looking up as he immediately said, “Namjoon’s not here. He’s on break.”
“Aw, darn. Well, I guess I’m stuck with you then, cutie.”
Yoongi looked up and sighed. “Hello, Hoseok.”
“So, I just so happened to walk in the store and saw you reaching your hand inside Jimin’s pants.” Hoseok leaned against the counter. “You’re getting pretty bold there, Yoongi. At your own workplace too? Where cameras could have caught you harassing a customer? Kinky.”
“Don’t make it weird. He’s not a customer. He’s a brat that’s only here for Taehyung who’s here for Namjoon. Besides, nobody actually checks the security cameras. I’m pretty sure they’re just there to discourage thieves from stealing. And if all else fails—” Yoongi held up one of the thin security tags “—we have these.” He then attached it to a shirt and began folding said shirt.
“Right, right. Anyway, are you free after work?”
“No, I’m not. I gotta go home and do nothing.”
Hoseok pouted. “Come on, you always go home and do nothing.”
“And I will keep on going home and doing nothing. Let me live my life.”
“You’re twenty-three. Let’s go out to a club tonight. Maybe you’ll find someone there you can take home. Or better yet, someone will take you home.”
“I’m not interested in people in my homes or anyone’s homes. Go to the club yourself. You like to flirt, you lonely piece of garbage.”
“Ouch. It feels like a needle poked my heart.”
Yoongi flipped off Hoseok who laughed. He finished folding a shirt before he decided his workplace was getting too cramped and that he would deal with the rest of the clothes later, so he said to Hoseok as he grabbed a nearby empty shopping cart and brought it over to the counter full of clothes, “I’m gonna start putting clothes away. Come keep me company.”
Hoseok grinned. “You really had me going there for a second there. I knew you enjoyed my presence.”
Shaking his head, Yoongi began loading the clothes into the shopping cart. Once all the folded clothes were loaded into the cart, he started walking towards the sales floor with Hoseok in tow.
Hoseok was talking Yoongi’s ear off as the two walked all around the store so Yoongi could put clothes away. During their trip, they bumped into Taehyung and Jimin. Yoongi made gagging noises when he saw Jimin, causing the pink-haired guy to stick his tongue out at him.
Hoseok grinned. “Well, well, well, look who we’ve got here. Hello, cuties.”
Taehyung blushed a bit, a smile on his lips. “Hi, Hoseok.”
“What are you two doing now?”
“We were just leaving,” Jimin said, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and leading him to the store exit.
“Good riddance!” Yoongi called out to Jimin, the younger completely ignoring him.
Yoongi just stood where he was, keeping his eyes on the two.
Hoseok shortly after began, “Why are you staring at them?”
“Wait for it,” Yoongi simply said.
As Jimin and Taehyung were approaching the door, the alarm went off.
Yoongi grinned.
Confused, Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other and two security men walked over to the two to ask if they could check their items.
Curious eyes looked to the entrance of the store and many customers began whispering to one another.
However, rather than focusing on the situation at hand, Jimin’s pair of brown eyes were glaring in a certain direction—right at a smirking store employee who was doing his best to contain his laughter as he watched the whole scene unfold.
“Did you know this was going to happen?” Hoseok asked, looking at Yoongi.
Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe.”
The security guards weren’t able to find anything that looked like it was from the store, so they let the two go. However, the alarm sounded once more when Jimin walked past the sensors, and Jimin groaned in frustration.
Yoongi laughed. Jimin was going to jail, and Yoongi was going to celebrate.
“Did you try stripping him?” Yoongi called out, everyone’s attention shifting to him. “Maybe he’s hiding something under his clothes.”
Jimin once again gaped. “I am not! Did you do something? What did you do?!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, small child.”
Jimin turned to the security guards. “Can’t I just walk out of here and you guys don’t search me?”
Yoongi snorted. That was the most suspicious thing to say.
The two men didn’t say anything as Jimin was led to the back of the store where the security guards could check the pink-haired boy.
Taehyung quickly ran over to Yoongi and asked, “What did you do?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing”
“Yoongi.”
“I’m serious.”
Taehyung gave him a look that showed he wasn’t buying the lie. When Yoongi wouldn’t fess up, Taehyung said, “Just fix it.”
“Why? They’ll find out what’s really going on eventually.”
Taehyung stomped his foot on the ground, his patience wearing thin.
Yoongi didn’t understand why Taehyung was so adamant on this. He just made a harmless prank on Jimin. He didn’t see it as a big deal, but he didn’t like seeing Taehyung so upset. Plus, if Namjoon found out Yoongi upset Taehyung, he would surely get an earful from him. He didn’t need to hear anything from him.
Hoseok had been looking at his phone for a bit before he pocketed it and nudged Yoongi’s side. “I gotta go now, but just listen to Taehyung,” he whispered as he quickly left the store. Yoongi rubbed a hand over his face.
“Fuck, I’m really doing this,” Yoongi muttered under his breath and rushed from the cart after the security guards that were by Jimin’s sides.
He stopped right in front of them, the men and Jimin halting in place.
“It was my fault,” Yoongi said. “I put a tag on him. I’ll remove it immediately.”
“Is that true?” said a female voice, Yoongi’s eyes looking over to see his boss, Kyungwan. “You put a tag on this young man?
Yoongi gulped. “Y-Yes, ma’am. I was playing a prank on him. I didn’t think things would go this far.”
Kyungwan sighed. “I will have a word with you afterwards. Just remove the tag.” She looked at the security guards. “Let him go.”
The security guards let Jimin go and Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin’s lower back, guiding him to the counter.
“Don’t thank me,” Yoongi said. “I’m doing this for Taehyung.”
“I wasn’t even going to thank you,” Jimin said. “This is your fault, after all.”
The two got to the counter where Taehyung was waiting at, the former seeming more relieved now that Jimin was here.
“What did you do?” Taehyung asked.
“I just tagged his underwear when I gave him a wedgie earlier. No big deal,” Yoongi said with a nonchalant shrug as he walked behind the counter. He looked to Jimin who was glaring at him. “Get behind the counter, you little shit.”
Jimin did just that all the while keeping his glare on Yoongi. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on. Lean against the counter.”
“Like hell am I doing that—”
Yoongi got impatient and just shoved Jimin against the counter so the pink-haired boy’s chest and face was against the messy pile of clothes he had yet to finish.
“Be gentle!” Taehyung exclaimed.
“He’s being annoying and wasn’t listening to me,” Yoongi stated. He shot a glare at Jimin. “If you just cooperated like a good boy, this would be done with now.”
“And if you didn’t tag me, I would’ve been gone already. Whose fault is it really?”
“Your face.” Without warning, Yoongi reached into Jimin’s pants and pulled the fabric beneath out, Jimin making some weird noise.
How cute. He was wearing pink underwear.
“You really like the color pink, huh?” Yoongi teased.
“Shut the fuck up and get the stupid thing off me!” Jimin snapped.
Out of spite, Yoongi tugged harder at the fabric, Jimin yelling at him again to knock it off. Yoongi innocently said he was just trying to get the tag better, reaching for the security tag remover.
However, he was beginning to regret putting the tag so deep. It was funny at first when he did it, but now he was the one who was taking it off. It was embarrassing, but he supposed it was better than being in Jimin’s position. He probably felt humiliated right now.
Good.
“T-Tae,” Jimin began, Taehyung quickly going to hold Jimin’s hands and whispering something to him. Yoongi couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he did know that Taehyung was repeating the same thing over and over again. Not sure what all that was about, but it didn’t matter to him, so whatever.
The security tag was being stubborn and for some reason Yoongi couldn’t get it off as easily as it should have come off. He groaned and muttered, “Stupid tag.”
“What’s going on here?” said another voice, three pairs of eyes looking over to see Namjoon walking over to them with a drink in his hand.
“Namjoon!” Taehyung smiled and left Jimin’s side, going over to his brother and hugging him tightly.
Namjoon stumbled back and wrapped one arm around Taehyung’s waist before the two separated and he looked over to Yoongi. “But seriously, what are you doing?”
“Removing a security tag from Jimin’s underwear,” Yoongi said.
“This asshat gave me a wedgie earlier and tagged me!” Jimin exclaimed before he used his foot to kick backwards into Yoongi’s shin, the elder swearing under his breath.
“Why in the world would you do that?” Namjoon asked with a sigh.
Yoongi shrugged. “It was funny at first.”
“I swear, I’m going to kill this bitch,” Jimin growled.
“Have fun trying.” Yoongi swore when the pink fabric slipped from his fingers. “Fuck. Ugh, this is so annoying. Okay, I’m going to pull one more time.”
Once again, out of spite, he pulled with extra strength.
“Why the fuck are you pulling so hard?!” Jimin shouted.
“I either pull harder or you take your pants off,” Yoongi snapped. “Don’t want to strip, right? So shut the fuck up.”
“Yoongi, you’re being really rude,” Namjoon said softly.
“Don’t... give... a... shit!” Yoongi finally managed to get the tag off and he chucked the tag and the remover to the side. Jeez, it really shouldn’t have been this difficult. He moved himself away from Jimin who quickly stood up straight and began readjusting his clothes. “Okay, get out of my sight, you fuck.”
Jimin faced Yoongi, and then kneed him right in the groin.
Yoongi’s hands immediately flew to where he got hit, and he doubled over as he groaned in pain. He ended up resting on top of the counter, almost in the same position Jimin was in when Yoongi was removing the tag.
“That’s what you get, you fucking dick!” Jimin snapped, turning on his heels and storming out of the place, Taehyung quickly excusing himself and going after Jimin.
Namjoon tsked and shook his head. “You kind of deserved it.”
“Doesn’t make it hurt any less!” Yoongi snapped, burying his face into the clothes.
After a few seconds, he heard someone clear their throat. Yoongi mustered enough strength to look at the person, seeing Kyungwan with her arms folded over her chest.
“Office. Now,” she said, turning on her heels and leaving.
“Yikes,” Namjoon murmured. “I’m just, uh, gonna go back to work.” Then he quickly walked away.
Yoongi groaned once more and then buried his face in the clothes.
That party Yoongi thought of earlier? Yeah, maybe it should be called ‘Yoongi is canceled’ instead.