✔ The Secret Santa Plot - A BTS Taekook Fiction

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Two hours went by where they could rest more or do something useful with their time. Jimin goes downstairs after informing everyone to come out and draw the names for Secret Santa. They gather in the big living room, the Christmas tree standing proudly next to them. Soft music is playing in the background and it smells sweet because of the cookies Yoongi baked which are now waiting to be devoured. 

"This year we go according to age, starting with the oldest." Jimin says as planned and only Jeongguk, as the youngest, complains but is giving up when he realizes that it's going to be fruitless to argue with them. 

Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin had their own little drawing game beforehand, to at least make it fair between them. However, they weren't allowed to peek at the name before the real thing. 

While Hoseok distracts Taehyung and Jeongguk with questions about Bam and Yeontan, Seokjin puts only the two names into the bowl. The size of the bowl is perfect to cover his wrist completely, where under his sleeve a piece of paper is hidden. With a loud voice, he announces the winner and has everyone's attention on him. "Park Jimin!"  

"Oh no, please have something useful this year." Jimin whines and Seokjin just grins. He still remembers last year, where Taehyung received socks from him. They had ears on the side and a red nose on the tip of the toes. Ridiculous would describe it as best. He couldn't believe that Taehyung really wore these socks until they got little holes. 

Yoongi is next. He does it faster and smiles at the name. "Kim Seokjin." With a straight expression, he places the paper on his lap and throws a cookie into his mouth. 

"Great, I won't accept toilet paper." Seokjin warns him, he knows Yoongi too well. It wouldn't be the first time he gives something like that to them. 

"You have no other choice." Hoseok laughs and puts his hand inside the bowl. The paper almost falls but fortunately he prevents it from happening and pulls out. "Kim Namjoon. Oh that's great, perfect even." 

"No spoilers!" With his palm, Namjoon covers Hoseok's mouth while at the same time choosing his recipient. "Min Yoongi." He'd throw his arm in the air with a fist to celebrate, but he holds himself back. Only a happy smile appears on his face. 

"Now it's finally my turn." Jimin pretends to mix the remaining papers before withdrawing his hand. "Jung Hoseok. Aaah I was hoping it would be you. I'm so glad." He hops up and down on his heel, falling to the side and gets caught by Namjoon, who helps him up to sit straight again.

Taehyung and Jeongguk look at each other with surprise written all over their faces. They know exactly what's going to happen and with this realization comes the fear. Their gifts; both bought something to prank one of their hyungs. Now they kind of pranked themselves. Neither of them has to draw to know whom they got. 

"Oh well, that's… something." Jeongguk chuckles half-heartedly. He wants the ground to swallow him and never bring him back to the surface. 

Taehyung knows exactly why he reacts like that and isn't mad. He also feels uncomfortable, but tries to cover it up by laughing awkwardly. 

Seokjin suddenly gets off the ground and runs to his room. They always write little notes to the chosen one. One after another disappears and since Taehyung shares a room with Jeongguk, it's a little awkward to write those lines in the presence of the other. 

"Hyung, why did we decide to prank them? Now I'll be embarrassed." Jeongguk groans, lets himself fall on the bed, takes the pillow to press it over his face, to choke himself. Of course it doesn't work, but at least he tried, even if not seriously. 

Taehyung chuckles, walks over to him and pulls the pillow off. "Guk, don't worry. I also bought something that's a little, I don't know how to explain, but you'll see. Although I hope that you like and use it." With a thoughtful expression, he pictures him with it. Damn. 

"Oh my god, I can literally see you imagine it. Stop it, hyung. Now I'm definitely curious about what you got me." Jeongguk sits up, wraps an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and without a warning pulls him into a headlock. "Tell me! I wanna know. I don't wanna make a fool outta myself in front of the hyungs when I see what it is. Is it bad?"

"Guk!" Taehyung tries to get out of the tight hold by tickling him, but to no avail. "Let me go, my neck hurts." He groans, arms flailing around. 

"Then spill, I won't tell anyone that you did and I'm gonna tell you too what I got you." With a sweet voice and loosening the grip a little, Jeongguk hopes that he can convince him. 

"Okay, you win." With that, Taehyung feels the arm leaving him. He cracks his neck to get the kink out and uses the opportunity to go to his bag, but instead of taking the gift, which isn't in there anyway, he grabs his small notebook and a pen and runs to the bathroom to lock himself in. Taehyung shouts through the door, "sorry, but I lied!"

"You little… whatever! Mine is more embarrassing to you than yours is to me. I just know it. It's your loss anyway." Jeongguk scoffs, back meeting the sheets. The paper under his head becomes a little crumbled, but he doesn't care. It's time to start the letter as well. Fortunately, he knows exactly what to write.