"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Jimin uttered, quickly stepping into his and Hoseok's shared apartment.
"What the fuck am I gonna get them???"
"Get who?" A voice questioned.
"Ahh!" Jimin yelled, turning around, ready to strangle whoever it was. It was Yoongi.
"Why are you here???"
"I left something last time I was here..." Yoongi crossed his arms. "Never mind that, why are you panicking?"
"I'm not panicking!"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
"Sureee and Jeonguk isn't totally in love with Taehyung's ass."
"...ugh."
"So. Spill." Yoongi said, leaning on Jimin's couch.
Jimin sighed. "I kinda forgot to get everyone a gift...." He mumbled.
Yoongi squinted, trying to comprehend what he said. "Oh--"
"Yeah..."
"You forgot?"
Jimin pursed his lips. "Yes."
"Huh."
"Well?! What do I do?"
"Ugh, don't be so loud...buy something maybe?" Yoongi shrugged.
"Wow hyung I hadn't thought of that, wow you're really a genius."
"Sassing me won't get you anything but the back of my hand, Park Jimin."
"Your hand? Don't you mean fist?"
"No, that would take too much effort."
"Okay well, what do I get them, that's the thing."
"...I mean, Taehyung should be easy enough, Jeonguk...I'm not sure? And Jin would be happy with just anything, same with Hobi and Namjoon...well something that's not easily breakable."
"Great."
Yoongi shrugged. "Hey you're the one who asked and it's not my fault you forgot."
"As if you didn't.."
"I didn't actually."
"What."
"Well good luck, Jimin. I'll leave you to your panicking."
Yoongi sind as he walked over to the door.
"I'm not panicking!"
"Sure." And with that Yoongi was gone.
"Great help as always, hyung." Jimin muttered in the open room.
"Maybe I should just get them all a gag gift?"
Jimin smirked. That would be perfect.
