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Yoongi liked using being small to his advantage, when he didn't fancy a bath, he'd quickly hide in the tiniest of corners your "monster like hands" couldn't fit into. Whenever you were sad, he would instantly jump into your shirt pocket and make it his mission to make you smile again.
There were times where he wanted to show you one of his many skills, he tried to make a list once, he suddenly realised he would use up all the paper on earth to convey just how talented he was, so decided it was best not to. One of his talents was making your salt and pepper jars argue, showing you how many accents he could do. It was the exact same accent but if you told Yoongi, you'd be out the house.
One thing that took you months to discover was.... he had the power of speed behind him. He's slow when you need him for something, but when it's up to him, he's gone in a flash. And for this reason, bedtimes are a nightmare.
"You can't catch me!" Became his trademark phrase as he zoomed about, because he was so small, he was practically impossible to catch. So tonight, you decided to use a trick you had seen floating about on the internet.
Yoongi liked to sit on your shoulder whenever you browsed the internet on your phone, he'd often comment on what he saw, or demand you'd search for something he wants. Usually it was funny cat videos, but this time you didn't let him look. It was safe to say he wasn't impressed.
"I didn't want to see what you were looking at anyway." He said with his nose stuck up in the air "I'm a lot funnier than those cats."
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It was almost bedtime, meaning it was time to start your plan. Yoongi was already looking at you through the corner of his eye, he knew what was coming. But, to his unexpected surprise, you held out his favourite harness, the one he would wear on small days out so he could feel closer to you. Instantly he was on your lap, arms stretched out ready for this unexpected situation. He was surprised given how close it was to bed time, that you were taking him somewhere exciting.
Once you were happy he was distracted, you grabbed the balloon you purchased, tying the string through his harness, knotting it quickly once he realised what you were up to.
"What's this?!" He exclaimed in horror as he zoomed off of your lap, along the sofa thinking he'd get away. But there was the giant balloon following him, his new enemy.
It was safe to say he was fuming, sitting in the palm of your hand, arms crossed across his chest as he let out huffs every minute. He had been caught, he felt betrayed, disgusted even, that you'd trick him in such a way.
"Bedtime." You whispered as you walked to your bedroom, happy your plan had worked.
He was prepared to find a way to defeat his new found enemy, but for now, it was time to sleep.
