Monito (Namkook)

ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ

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"Jimin! Put it back, now!" Namjoon whisper-yelled. Namjoon flushed in embarrassment. He snatched the gift bag and the object from Jimin's hand. He put the thingamajig inside the gift bag and looked around him, silently praying no one saw it.

Fortunately, everybody was too busy checking their own gifts and chatting.

"Namjoon that's--"

"Sssshhh, I know." Namjoon looked around him. "I can't believe it. Is this even allowed?" Namjoon said, infuriated.

Jimin laughed. "Your secret santa really has them guts, huh? I wonder if he would actually give you a dildo next tim--"

Namjoon covered Jimin's mouth, his drool wetting his palm.

"Ew, Jimin you're gross," Namjoon said and wiped the drool on Jimin's shirt. He's grimacing while wiping his hand on Jimin's shirt.

"You did that to yourself," Jimin said.

"Didn't I say to not open it? What would I do if they actually saw me holding that."

"I don't know, laugh? It's not my fault we underestimated your secret santa."

"Correction, you underestimated them. I knew they're up to something from the start," Namjoon argued.

"Nobody saw it. That's what matters." Jimin shrugged in hopes to end their petty argument.

Namjoon glared at Jimin and decided to just drop the subject. He put the perverse present inside his bag, feeling ashamed once again, feeling very much like the first time when he received the thong.

"What are you going to do with that now?" Jimin asked.

"I'm going to burn it," Namjoon replied. Well, he wasn't going to actually do that. Namjoon had this "could be" abuse-inducing principle of being grateful when given something  no matter how awful the gift could be. It'd be a rude act to throw away gifts.

So maybe, Namjoon might or might not have hidden the Gucci thong in the depths of his closet. And he might or might not have been thankful for his secret santa for at least giving him a gift. At least it's Gucci. At least his secret santa had put an effort in buying. At least he received something. It's still a gift nevertheless and he should be grateful.

Classes ended. Jungkook need not to ask Namjoon if the latter wanted a ride home. Because Jungkook became Namjoon's driver and it's a regular thing now. Not that Jungkook's complaining. In fact, he's even more grateful than Namjoon.

They're both quiet in the ride to Namjoon's house. Namjoon's mood increasingly souring the closer they get to his home. Now that they're both alone, Namjoon's tense aura was exuding.

"What did you receive, Joon-ah?" Jungkook asked, trying to initiate a conversation and decimate the uncanny silence.

Namjoon blinked. "Sorry, what?" He'd found himself deep into a trance that everything around him turned into background noise. He realized he's getting quite spaced out a lot recently. Now he felt guilty that he had neglected Jungkook even though he knew he didn't mean to.

Jungkook cleared his throat, tapping his large index fingers lightly on the steering wheel and repeated himself. "What gift did you receive?"

"Ahh..." Namjoon nodded. "I received...uhh a stuffed toy. Yeah it's okay, I guess. It's cute," he blabbered. He had to lie a little bit. He's not really enthusiastic or even ready to tell Jungkook that he received a whatchamacallit-- a brownish doggy(?) fur tail buttplug-- when he's emotionally unstable at the moment.