mall elves | yoonmin

december 3rd.

In retrospect, Yoongi should have seen this coming.

He's known Namjoon for a long time, so he's aware that his boss has always wanted his employees to keep peace between each other.

The part that he doesn't understand is why Namjoon feels the need to teach him life lessons all the time. Like a mother, or his year ten English teacher.

Whatever the answer is to that ever present question, he's here now. Decorating this dumb tree in the middle of the store.

With Park Jimin a few feet away, ruffling through shit and being about as useful as sunblock in February.

"Hey," the dipshit barks impatiently, pushing things out of the way but still not finding what he's looking for. "Where'd you put those ornaments?"

Yoongi only glances at him, expression unchanging, then goes back to picking up a big, sparkly star out of a flashy box. "Shoved them up your ass," he returns, wholeheartedly halfhearted.

That, apparently, comes off as a personal attack on Jimin, because the blonde clicks his tongue, sending a look of disbelief in Yoongi's direction. "Oh, nice. 'Cause I'm gay, right?" he scoffs.

And yeah. Yoongi remembers hearing from Seokjin yesterday that Jimin is gay, and doesn't really care who knows. Apparently the guy wears it on his sleeve. But what just came out of his mouth was an accusation that nearly makes Yoongi laugh, because clearly, homosexuality is the only thing they have in common. "Why would I make fun of you for being gay?"

Jimin shrugs. "I wouldn't put it past you."

That makes Yoongi roll his eyes. "You know nothing about me," he mutters, trying to reach the top of the tree so he can put the star there. He groans in frustration when he realizes he's not quite tall enough.

"What do you mean?" Jimin questions, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi as he jumps, trying to get the star on top of the tree.

But Yoongi just shakes his head, still failing at getting high enough. He's gonna need a ladder. Or someone tall, dammit. "Nothing. Now are you gonna help me decorate this godforsaken tree or not?" he grunts, catching the tree with a tiny gasp when he almost knocks it over in his jumping frenzy.

"I can't if you don't tell me where those ornaments are," Jimin points out, stifling a snicker at how pathetic Yoongi looks like this.

"Don't know what you think's so funny. You can't help 'cause you're too short to reach this either."

Jimin's face returns to a glare. "Bet," he offers up right away. This bastard's bringing out the competitive side of him.

"I will," Yoongi challenges, smirking to himself. "If you can't get this thing on top of the tree, you owe me five thousand won."

"Fine," Jimin huffs back, unfazed as he marches over, ripping the star out of Yoongi's hand like a grabby little toddler. "If I do, you owe me the same."

He gazes up at the top of the tree, swallowing nervously and praying to every divine entity that he'll be able to do this. And not just because he's so broke right now that five thousand won is a big loss. Pride is a bigger loss, and he knows it.

His brain plans out aim and the force of his feet off the floor, and he readies himself.

Then, he takes his leap of faith, casting his arm out in front of him like a fishing line.