BTS Imagines and Preferences

Secret Santa (Suga)

You carried Hoseok's gift in your hand as you walked to the studio. The paper and ribbon neatly prepared. You were glad you'd had the idea of Secret Santa among the group, because after buying and shipping gifts back home, you were living light, trying to save enough money to visit home in the summer. 

You couldn't prevent the sadness that persisted. It was a week from Christmas and it was the first one you'd ever spent away from home. You'd miss the smell of the Christmas tree and cookies that blended together on Christmas Eve. Your mom would always let you open one gift the night before, almost always a new pair of pajamas to wear for Christmas morning.  

You smiled at the memories as you entered the elevator. 

"Hold the door!" you heard as the doors began to close. 

You stopped the doors and Suga walked into the elevator. He acknowledged you briefly before pulling out his phone the remainder of the ride. 

You and Suga had a complicated relationship. The members liked to joke it was because you were too similar, but you couldn't imagine being remotely like Suga. You certainly didn't hate him, he was talented and you admired his natural skill, but sometimes it was infuriating when he was working and became absolutely insufferable. 

"Y/N, I have a verse I'd like to run by you if you have the time," he said, as the doors opened. 

You nodded and placed Hoseok's gift in the empty practice room you'd all agreed to place the gifts in until the end of the day. You tried not to glance at the other gifts already in the room, but your eye wandered, noticing yours wasn't there yet. 

***

Suga fingered your gift in his pocket. He preferred to keep it with him until the last minute to make sure it didn't get lost. But secretly, he was afraid it was too much, that he should've just gotten you a teddy bear and called it good. 

He put the thoughts from his mind and slipped on his headphones to work on his latest song. Just as he was finishing the melody, you came in and set down food beside him. You knew it might be a while before he got to it so you sat down with your own lunch. 

"You wanted to run that verse by me, right?" 

Suga took of his headphones and nodded. He placed them on your head and adjusted the time in the song and pressed play. He started the second verse.  Despite the fact you were there to learn about music production, you were often the guinea pig for their new album, hearing the rough versions of all the new songs. 

You listened carefully to the lyrics and the melody. After the verse finished, Suga paused the song and looked at you expectantly. 

"I like it," you said. "Is this the pre-chorus?" 

He nodded. 

"Hmmm...the melody doesn't seem to be leading into the chorus." 

You thought for a second before grabbing a blank piece of paper and a pen. You sketched out the notes and then made a few edits and notes, tweaking where you thought the music could be altered slightly to lead into the chorus better. 

Suga watched as you sketched and nodded. 

"Good idea," he said, turning back to the computer. He added in a few of the elements you suggested and made a few of his own changes. "Now, listen." 

The verse was significantly better and you smiled as he let it play into the chorus. You remembered them recording the vocals for this song and see it come so far excited you, especially knowing you influenced the final product. 

"We work well together," you said, half-joking. 

You didn't get a chance to see his reaction as your phone began to ring. You looked down you see your mom's name flashing across the screen. 

"Excuse me, sorry," you said, leaving the room and finding an empty conference room. 

***

There were tears in your eyes by the end of the call. Your family was happy, nothing was wrong, your mom had simply called to tell you that your presents would reach Seoul soon. You hated thinking that you'd have to open them alone in your apartment and you wouldn't get to see the joy as your family opened theirs. You'd have to settle for the small Secret Santa you'd set up with the boys. 

***

You all gathered in the practice room at the end of the day. The boys had just finished a long dance practice for one of their upcoming performances. Everyone looked through the pile of gifts and found the one with their name on it and it took you a few moments, but you eventually found a small brown envelope with your name. 

You smiled as they went around the circle, everyone opening their gift one by one. You laughed at Hoseok's squealing as he wrapped the scarf you'd gotten him around his neck. 

It finally got to you. You carefully broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out two plane tickets. You were in disbelief at first, before you felt the tears. You didn't want to cry in front of the boys, but it soon passed as you felt as the Maknae line envelope you in a group hug.

"Thank you," you said. "Whoever this was." 

***
"You're really not going to tell her?" Jin asked. He pulled down the covers on his bed as he climbed in. 

"It's supposed to be a secret, isn't it?" Yoongi replied. 

"You know that's not how it works." 

Yoongi sighed. 

"What difference does it make if she knows?" 

"Don't you want her to?" 

Yoongi stayed silent. 

"What if she decides not to come back? She's not tied here and you know she could easily find work back home." 

***

Your plane had just started boarding when you surprised to hear your name being called. You turned to see Yoongi standing to the side. 

"Yoongi, how'd you get through security? What are you doing here?" 

"It was me," he said. "I was your Secret Santa." 

You didn't know what to say. But luckily, you didn't have to say anything as he pressed his lips to yours.