On one very disturbing night, Yoongi gritted his teeth in mild annoyance, as he felt a heavy weight pressing on his chest. Judging by the darkness around him and the hassle of trying to breathe normally, he had an image of himself being buried alive. Scoffing at the ludicrous idea, he snapped his eyes open, revealing bloodshot eyes, and looked down to dismantle whatever it was that disrupted his much-needed slumber.

It turned out to be Jimin, lying stomach down across his unmoving form.

R.I.P Park Jimin.

…

Eventually Yoongi resorted to only kicking the snoring boy off, which ultimately made the younger boy to abruptly sit up, causing the older boy to jump in surprise. He was about to say something, when Jimin sprung up to his feet and ran off, but not before tripping and falling flat on his face.

“What the hell?” Propping himself up, Yoongi let out a pained hiss as he cradled the side of his head, feeling a bruise swelling up. From what, he wasn’t sure. He raised his head at a faint sound of smashing and was greeted with a disastrous scene.

It appeared that he was in the hall of Choi Chanmi’s mansion. But what confused him was the disastrous state of the once clean house. The curtains were shredded and piled into a hill in the corner. Broken fragments of pottery and glasses scattered everywhere on the carpeted floor. There was even a smell of something burning coming from somewhere in the house.

But what took the cake was the state of everyone around him.

Now, keep in mind, he wasn’t the type to care, but this…this was absolute madness.

Namjoon was skipping around the room, maniacally laughing and distributing what seemed to be woman’s undergarments at people faces, alongside him was a shorter boy that he didn’t recognize but the lad too seemed to find amusement at throwing those sinful things around. If he heard correctly, Namjoon kept referring the other boy as Baekhyun.

“Trick or treats, anyone?” sang Namjoon gleefully. “I have no idea whose these are, but this is fun!”

“Now, now, be patient, there’s plenty for everyone.” Baekhyun danced around, chucking a bra at Chanmi, who was lying on the ground. “It’s raining bras!”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped as he watched his long-time friend stayed unresponsive as she let the underwear remained on her head. The boy could no longer recognize her, as her whole skin was now green. She was crawling—no, more like slithering on the marbled floor, creating an impression of herself as slime.

The boy would’ve looked around more if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of Jang Jumie in front of him, looking as pale as ever. For a moment, Yoongi was apprehensive of her until—

“I see you’re awake, Yoongi.”

Wait, what? Yoongi did a double take and stared at the girl as she crossed her arms, looking far from impressed at the gaping boy. Since when did Jang Jumie have a clear speech without stumbling over each word? And never had she called him by his name without being formal!

“What the hell...” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief.

“Huh, looks like a hit to the head really woke him up.” A male voice said from somewhere overhead.

He looked up and saw an unfamiliar boy directing what appeared to be a video camera in his face, his other hand waved in greeting at the dumbstruck teenager.

“Who’re you?” Yoongi asked bluntly.

“Chen at your service,” the brown-haired boy brought down the device from his face and gleefully held out a fist, to which Yoongi returned with a weary fistbump of his own. “Wow, you’re so much different that how you acted before.”

“Wait, you don’t mean—Yoongi’s face blanched, his forefinger pointed aggressively at the other crazy occupants in the room—t-that I was like them?”

“Show him.” Jumie urged, looking uncharacteristically smug that Yoongi had to restrained himself from attacking her, regardless of her gender. But there was no denying that both Jumie still agitated him to no end.

Chen aloofly switched a few settings on the video camera before playing it. The video started with Chen going around the house, introducing everyone as they went through their ‘rabies’ fit.

But then it got worse when the camera focused in on him. He appeared to be sober until he grabbed an innocent bystander.

“Love and hugs for everyone!”

Much to the graduating senior’s horror, the Yoongi in the video was a psycho freak that pranced around, giving free hugs and showing affections to everything he ran into. Even inanimate objects weren’t saved from his ‘love’ attacks. Then he went over to an unsuspecting Jumie as she calmly read a book amidst the mess.

Yoongi’s face drained of blood when he watched himself joyfully jumped her, eliciting an outrageous yell from the girl as she pushed his face away from her own. “Ah…Jumie smells so nice~” he snuggled into the struggling girl’s neck, sniffing her. “I always want to bury myself in her scent.”

Couldn’t take more of the humiliation, he grabbed the evil form of device and recklessly chucked it to an opposite wall with a resonant smash, effectively destroying it to pieces. Chen began to bawl his eyes over his poor baby who was much, much too new to be destroyed by a hormonal teenager.

“Where’s Jimin?” Yoongi asked.

“How should I know?” shrugged Jumie, fiddling with a stray thread on her coat, uninterested.

Yoongi turned to her with a sharp gaze, subtly indicating danger ahead, causing the girl to languidly point in the direction of the kitchen where the burnt smell came from. Heading there, he didn’t fail to bring her along, disregarding her cries of protest.

He mentally took back what he said; he liked the old Jang Jumie better.

Inside the kitchen, Yoongi wasn’t so surprised to find Jimin at the stove, ogling a small bunting of flame on the kitchen appliance like it was the biggest diamond in the world, beside it was a smoking pan that seemed to be the cause of the terrible smell. Yoongi didn’t dare to peek a look in it, but he had a hunch that there seemed to be a burnt, dead rodent in there.

Jimin cooed, flicking a soot-covered finger across the fire. “How pretty…cute little fire…so warm…”

The two other teenagers gawked with deadpanned faces. “Is he having a for fire or something?” came an incredulous tone from the female.

“Used to. Now that you mention it all of them appear to fully embrace their strange sides. It’s no secrets that Namjoon is full-fledged ert but I haven’t seen Jimin acting like this since middle school, and Chanmi…well, she is always convinced that aliens have abducted her before.”

Without thinking, Jumie emphasized, “So in other words, you actually like to hug people without their consent?”

Yoongi glanced at her, getting increasingly annoyed. “Well, aren’t you bold today…”

The girl shrugged and stifled a snicker behind her pressed lips, turning her back to him to avoid his sharp stare.

A sudden knock from the only window in the kitchen grabbed their attentions, each reacting varying from fearing for the worst to complete shock. They checked the window and almost jumped out of their skins to see a tall boy, waving and grinning at them excitedly behind the glass.

Jumie looked unfazed by this, but Yoongi teetered backwards for the boy was now trying to pry the window open, his mouth mouthing inaudibly. Yoongi could guess that the creepy dude wanted to be let in.

“He’s been doing that since Baekhyun kicked him out,” she elaborated tiredly. “I wouldn’t blame him; Chanyeol is too loud for his own good.”

He gave her a puzzled look before lowering his eyes to the baseball bat wrapped between her fingers, wondering of its purpose.

Noticing his gaze, she lifted the sport equipment, rolling it leisurely, stating, “In case you decide to glomp me again.” His now sharpened gaze evoked loud laughter from her, fully aware of the building frustration from the frowning boy.

Yoongi’s eyes gleamed as realization dawned upon him, and a menacing smirk pulled the corners of his lips. “What was it just now? A hit to the head, was it?”

“Huh—”

She lifted her head to lock eyes with Yoongi’s malicious ones. There was a brief pause between them, before Jumie simply dashed out of the scene, quickly chased after by Yoongi who was yelling for bloodlust.

The sounds of crashing and high-pitched screams that terrorized the mansion came to a slow stop. As peace now returned to the Choi residence, crickets returned to its chirping lullaby. Dim beacon of light shone upon the lonely street, its only company was the male figure at the entrance of the Choi residence.

The sound of a powerful sneeze disrupted the air; Chanyeol sniffed in displease at his incoming cold and carelessly wiped his runny nose.

“Damn it, how long are they going to be in there?” he muttered heavily. At the click of an opening door, he stood up and found his two friends at the door, each with wide grins on their faces.

“Mission success!” They both gave enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Of course it’s a success because it’s my idea!” Chanyeol rolled his eyes, jogging after them.

Chen miraculously brought out another brand new piece of video camera, completed with all the footage that he had previously recorded. He had indeed prepared it in case something went wrong with the first one, which in their case—someone totalled it.

“Yeah, but I was the one who create the very concoction that allows them to unleash their strangeness.”

Baekhyun butted in. “And let’s not forget who convinces that Park Jimin to serve it to his friends!”

The three tricksters continued arguing as they approached the gate. The fluorescent bulb of a street lamp flickered briefly above their heads as they stepped into the dark, leaving only an echo of laughter as they disappeared from sight.

The very next day…

“How are we going to get him down from there?”

Two boys stood in the middle of the hall staring up at a very much Namjoon, hanging upside-down from the chandelier, mouth hanging open as he snored loudly. Both were slightly impressed by the strength of the hanging lights as it held their heaviest friend.

Yoongi grunted, feeling lazier at the tiring work ahead of them. “Do we have to?” he asked monotonously.

“You’re not seriously thinking of leaving your friend hanging in a girl’s house, do you, hyung?” Jimin looked at him in alarm.

Yoongi returned the look with a contemplative one. “Why not? He’s the kind of ert that enjoy this kind of attention.”

Jimin was speechless as he started to see sense at Yoongi’s words. “Hmm…Chanmi-noona maybe could get use to his face without biting him off.”

“Exactly.”

Needless to say that Namjoon later woke up to a very heavy beating from Chanmi herself.

Well, I don’t actually celebrate it but who cares…

I thank you lesflower for the appearance of the beagle line! In here they’re quite the tricksters, aren’t they?