lyrics are from first love by yoongles poongles himself
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"I swear on my unpublished mixtape, if you do not grab that bottle by the neck, my girlfriend, who is shorter than me, and I will unapologetically burn this park down into ashes," Yoongi mutters at the red plastic ring in his hands, his eyes devoid of any emotion but utter determination.
The person running the ring toss station gives you a look of pure fear. You smile awkwardly.
"I'm not that much shorter than you," you lean closer to him and say in a low voice.
His gaze doesn't stray from the plastic ring. "Not now, I'm focusing my energy."
And Yoongi was always complaining about how weird his friends were. But you have to deal with his friends, your friends, and him. He's really got nothing to complain about, especially since he has the luxury to shut himself in his room 24/7 for his job. You're not so lucky.
He sticks his finger in the air, testing the winds. Then, he takes a wide stance and bends his knees until he's just a few inches above eye level with the array of bottles. He takes a deep breath in, pulls his arm back, and sends the plastic ring flying with such force that it slams into the back of the stall, narrowly missing the underpaid college student running it. She flinches and lets out a tiny yelp.
"Looks like you over-focused your energy." You pat your seething boyfriend on his shoulder.
"I trusted you," he says coldly to no one in particular.
"Y-You have two more," the girl squeaks.
"Cool. Give." Yoongi stretches out his hand in your direction. Sighing, you drop a ring into his hands.
"Don't go overboard, Yoongi."
"Pffft." He smiles sweetly at you, that bright sugary smile, and sets it loose with a flick of his wrist, not breaking eye contact with you.
It hooks itself around the bottle right in the center of the array, and settles after a few swings around its neck.
For a few seconds, everything is silent. The chattering of the crowd around you fades away as you bring your palms up to your mouth. Yoongi's mouth hangs wide open, his eyes wide as saucers. Your collective shock is suspended thick in the air, and stays there weighing down on the surreality of the situation until the girl running the stand slaps her cheek with a little shriek and yells something similar to: "HDJSKSFDKLS"
Yoongi smiles and shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, his shocked expression melting off his face and replacing itself with one of pure self-indulgdement.
"I want the big teddy bear. The black one." Yoongi points up at a big stuffed bear hanging from the roof of the stall that must be at least as big your torso.
The girl nods, her eyes blown wide with awe or perhaps, fear, and brings out a stool to get the toy down.
"Genius," you say in a sing-songy voice, sending Yoongi a sidelong glance as the girl fumbles with the bear.
"To be honest, I was just going to screw that chance and bet it all on the last one. I was not expecting that to happen in the least. But since it did happen, it was completely due to my superior skill and intellect. Hands down. The first miss was just karma being whiny," Yoongi smirks and taps his hands against the counter.
"If karma ever pulls that again, I'll fight it."
"I guess karma deserves a break. After all, it did give me you."
"WHyYYyYY." Your face suddenly feels insanely warm, and you can't stop smiling even while you scold him. "You always have to make everything so... oH my gOD."
Yoongi winks at you, and you push down the urge to make an inhuman noise in reaction when you realize the girl is already down the ladder with the bear, looking very uncomfortable.
"Thank you for delivering my son back into my arms. We will never forget this great service to our family." Yoongi takes the toy from the girl and hugs it close to his chest. His head just barely pokes out from above the bear's head, and its' fluffy arms look like a second pair growing out of Yoongi's sides. Strangely, it suits him.
"I love it," he says succinctly.
"It's really cute." You're not sure if you're talking about the bear or Yoongi's general existence.
"I bet you want it."
"You're the one who won it. You deserve it."
"Yeah, but..." Yoongi pouts just ever so slightly, but it's enough to make you want to envelope him in a huge hug. "In movies and everything the girlfriend always asks her boyfriend to win something for her. Not that I'm expressing a desire to conform to gender norms or anything."
You just barely stifle the urge to implode. "Is that what's going on here?" You coo. You hope the cooing isn't too obvious. The only good kind of a coo is being cool. And you have to keep your cool in situations like this or someone could get seriously hurt. Specifically you and your heart and your reputation.
"Maybe." He's hiding his face behind the bear now oh my god are you dating the human equivalent of a poodle
"Hold on." You turn to face the stand behind you, a pop-up ski-ball game. You slam a few dollars onto the table and wordlessly throw balls. Like magic (or just lots of practice at your local Chuck E. Cheese's), each ball lands right where it needs to and you get yourself a perfect score.
"The puppy," Yoongi whispers into your ear when the operator asks what prize you want. "The black and white one."
"The puppy," you repeat. "The black and white one."
To be honest, this operator seems quite jaded and has probably seen much more talented beats like yourselves than the last one. She gets the prize into your arms without much ado and immediately goes back to looking sullen and pained.
"So," you say holding the stuffed dog under your arm, pretending you can't see Yoongi staring intensely at it from above the bear's head. "What was that thing about sexist but aesthetic movie tropes?"
Yoongi continues to stare intensely at the puppy. "Y-You didn't have to, I probably would have given it to you when you weren't looking or whatever..."
"I insist on a trade. It's not fair for only the girlfriend to be chivalrously won stuffed toys for."
"That's true." Yoongi shyly holds out the bear to you, and you replace it with the stuffed puppy. The puppy is smaller than the bear, and you can see Yoongi's cutely embarrassed face clearly now. Unfortunately, you overlooked the fact that you're actually shorter than Yoongi, and now have to peek out of the side of the bear to see Yoongi stammer out a dorky thank you.
He scratches the back of his neck -a universal sign of wanting to do something but having to look sort of cool before doing it - and holds out his hand for you to hold. You have to twist your body a little to hold the bear securely and also lock your fingers with his, but it's worth it.
You peek out the side of your bartered bear and lock eyes with the gentlest pair you'll ever see. And you walk further on, probably to ruin more low-paid college students' days. @baekasugakookie #yesididjustdothat#yoongi#minyoongi#agustd#suga#bts#kpop#btsedit#kpopedit#freetoedit