(Idol! Reader)
“Yoooooooooonnngggiiii!” You called out, pulling him back against your weight. Yoongi stood rigid, staring up at a speeding roller coaster with undisguised dismay.
You and Yoongi had managed to seize a rare opportunity – a day at an amusement park in California during a tour with BTS and another Korean boy band. The tour schedule offered surprisingly generous free days, and you’d both decided to take advantage.
“What is it, (Y/N)?” he asked, looking down at you. You wore a black baseball cap, a striped white tee tucked into high-waisted ripped jeans.
A significant portion of your outfit was borrowed directly from Yoongi’s wardrobe.
“I want to go on the roller coaster,” you said simply, pointing to the crimson coaster as it spiraled and turned overhead.
“And I want to win you a mountain of stuffed animals,” Yoongi countered, interlacing your fingers with his. “It’s funny, how our desires pull us in different directions.” He teased.
He raised his free hand, adjusting the black surgical mask that covered the lower half of your face. You pouted, looking up at him. You hated having to wear a mask in public.
But the realities of being an idol demanded it.
“You’re rather poetic, Suga,” you said.
“You know I dislike it when you address me by my stage name.”
“You know I want to ride the roller coaster.”
“Touché.”
You grinned, tightening your grip on Yoongi’s hand. He squeezed back, adjusting his white baseball cap.
He’d wanted to wear his black one, but it wasn’t currently available.
“We’ve got a girlfriend who wants rides and a boyfriend who wants prizes. What do we do?” Namjoon boomed, stepping up behind you and looping his arms around your shoulders.
“Compromise, and go on rides?” you offered.
“I was thinking we ride everything *then* grab prizes on the way out, but that works too,” Namjoon laughed, stepping back. Yoongi immediately closed the gap Namjoon had created, his arm pressing against yours.
“So?” he asked, resting his chin on your head.
“Rides now, prizes later?” You tugged him through the crowd, a river of people all vying for access to the park’s attractions. Yoongi fell into step, his hand firmly clasped in yours. You didn’t mind, and instead savored the feeling of his closeness.
“Deal.”
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“You promised this one wouldn’t be *that* fast!” Yoongi complained, burying his face in your hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, trying to pull you closer.
You’d just dismounted from the sixth ride of the day, and over the course of those six rides, you discovered Yoongi’s profound dislike of uncontrolled, high-speed spinning.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, pressing your lips against his jaw. He shivered at your touch, and together you walked toward the game booths.
“You’ll let me drown you in stuffed animals?” he asked hopefully.
“Definitely.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Min Yoongi.”
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