#comboooooooooooooooooo

“Jokes on me, huh?” || “Just let me go.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at the fallen form of a boy, crouching down to inspect the damage of the little “prank”. “It appears that way…” He mumbles as his fingers tug at the ropes binding in feet. 

What was the point of this anyways?

His eyes travel to the quickly retreating figure of a hyper dark haired boy, “partner in crime” Yoongi would label him as, before the dark orbs return to the tied up boy. “Hm… I think I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see this, and go in that direction, okay?”

The boy stands straight and brushes nonexistent dust from his pants, nodding towards the other before turning around. He babbles after Yoongi’s retreating form, yelling something about him to ‘stop before it’s too late’. What the hell is this brat going on about–

The boy’s legs fly out from under him when they step onto the slick floor, sending him painfully onto his back. “Fuck…” Yoongi groans and looks up at the ceiling to find a bucket of water balancing on a beam, a silver string attached to the end. Oh fuck… 

The snickers come before the freezing water and Yoongi walks back to his dorm soaked and shivering, sneezing when a cool breeze whooshes past him.