drabble: apple bobbing (3tan) | myg
drabble: apple bobbing pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: three tangerines | fall prompt submissions rating/genre: pg ; fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au prompt: apple bobbing at an autumn fair, yoongi looks disgustingly hot all wet, by 🌚 note: bobbing for apples is a tradition that’s usually done around halloween. it involves trying to grab a floating apple from a basin filled with water, and you can only use your mouth! note 2: so we’re just gonna start off with a bang lmfaoooo thank you, moonface. this was so fun to do<33 if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, i highly encourage you to! the side characters would make a lot more sense :D warnings: language, wet hair yoongi.., cheeky jimin, yoongi bobs for apples and i think i need about two days to recover from this lol, tension, the ending🥴 drop date: october 4th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 2k
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“Wait, isn’t that Jimin?”
All of you follow Yuri’s point and, a few stalls down the leaf-riddled street, you see the man talking to some of his friends. Judging by the animated way he’s speaking, it looks like he’s trying to be convincing.
Which means someone’s about to do something.
“There he goes again,” Taehyung sighs, and you turn to shoot him a smile.
“What’s he trying this time?”
“Probably wants a prize but doesn’t wanna earn it himself.”
“Ah.”
Since the booth is on the way to your destination—the haunted house Yuri and Reia swear is top-tier—your group stops to say hi. And there’s a few people you know, all of them with various levels of interest in whatever’s happening.
Jimin doesn’t seem deterred, saying hello before latching onto his new targets. “Can one of you help me? There’s great stuff at this one!”
“So win something,” Taehyung deadpans, earning a glare and a few chuckles.
“As much as I want to, I can’t.”
“Shocker.”
“Well, it’s…” The blond gestures to the setup in the middle of the booth, and you suddenly understand him completely.
In the tiny pop-up tent, a couple basins sit. With apples floating inside each one.
Nope. There’s no way you’re getting your face wet right now, much less your warm clothes.
Dom immediately hops in, “Yeah, no. Count me out.”
“Same.”
“It’s a little chilly for that, isn’t it?” Reia asks, to which you agree. Another reason why you are not gonna volunteer to help the poor man. He can do it himself if he really wanted to.
“But they have squishmallows and I—”
Wait.
He wants those?
Taehyung can’t keep in his mirth as the rest of you burst into laughter, and Jimin waves his arms,
“Wait! No, this isn’t for me!”
“Sure.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“Jimin with his squishies!”
“No, no! One of my cousins really wants one—”
“Uh huh.”
Looking up, you take in the different prizes hanging from the top of the booth, sad that the game is apple bobbing. If it was anything that didn’t require getting wet, you would’ve tried winning something for Yuri.
“I’m serious! I just don’t wanna—Yoongi! Come here real quick!”
What.
He’s here, too?
Shifting, you spot not just him, but your brother walking from the opposite way you came, both of them bundled up and carrying food.
And you wonder how the hell someone can look so fine when covered from head to toe.
But your attention is snagged by whatever goodies they have. Because somehow, just seeing their food heightens your senses, and you take in the spice and sugar hovering around the decorated block.
An eyebrow shoots into Yoongi’s beanie while your brother questions,
“What’re all of y’all doing here?”
“Jimin wants a plushie,” you explain with a teasing lilt, to which both of them furrow their brows at.
“Dude, what?”
“Can’t you just buy one?” Yoongi questions, and you aim a smile his way before turning to an exasperated Park Jimin.
“The one I need is sold out. Everywhere.”
“So win one.”
“Thank you!” Taehyung cuts in, and you can’t help but laugh at his side.
The poor vendor must be so done with all of this.
But so is Jimin, which makes your cheeks hurt even more.
“Uhh, hello? Not with this hair.” He scuttles up to Yoongi, holding out his hands. “You do it. I’ll hold your food.”
To which the boy takes a very intentional bite before refusing. “Pass.”
“Why!”
“Cus.”
“Please!” Jimin then does something that has you burning in the middle of autumn. Turning right towards you, he lifts both brows while pleading, “Can you please get him to help me?”
What.
Immediately, you wanna disappear into the ground.
What the fuck, Jimin!
The urge to dart your eyes to both Yoongi and your brother is strong. Because you can feel the heat from all four eyes, along with the looming teasing you’re gonna get from Dom right behind you.
But you stay resolute, keeping your eyes on Jimin instead. “Uhh, me?”
You hope the words don’t come out too forced. Or nervous. But he responds before you can even mull over everything.
“Yes, you! He’ll listen to you.”
Oh, god.
Why the hell is he— Can the Earth swallow you now? It’s totally possible to just be somewhere else, right?
Voice slow, you start, “I mean…”
Focus.
Fuck, Yoongi’s looking at you. Your brother is everyone is oh god focus.
Do what you’ve always done with Yoongi. Ever since you were kids and your first instinct was to challenge him. Before anything else, make this less than what Jimin’s implying.
“Even if I did…” you trail off, feeling incredibly exposed and needing to get any potential suspicion off your back. Despite the whole group waiting on your answer, you know your decision is the safest one. At least, the safest option that you’re willing to do.
So you say screw it and damn the consequences.
“He won’t win anything.”
A whole chorus of reactions erupts while Yoongi aims the most sickening look your way, tongue sliding behind his instant smirk. Next to him, your brother chuckles into his bite of food, thankfully missing Jimin’s wicked grin.
As Yoongi hands his paper tray to a delighted friend in false distress, he questions you, “That right?”
“Fraid so.”
He lifts another brow while humming, pushing his hoodie sleeves up his forearms. Turning to the dangling bunches of stuffed animals, he asks with confidence, “Which one you want, Park.”
“Holly!”
“Huh?”
“The owl. Right there,” Jimin points to a near corner, showing an adorable purple bird plush donning a witch’s hat. “Holly!”
“Honestly,” Dom whispers into your ear, gesturing to the two of them walking and bouncing up to the kid running the booth, “They’re kinda cute, too.”
You ignore Tae’s snort on your other side as you explain, “They’re always like this.”
“Really? I need more. This dynamic is anime-level shit.”
A laugh whooshes out through your grin. “Stop, why are you right?”
“I’m always right.”
“Whate… ver…”
Fucking hell.
In front of you, Jimin’s talking to the vendor about something, but it’s Yoongi that takes all the words and oxygen from your body.
Because when he slides his beanie off, all hair falls into his face, and you cough before folding your arms.
Did he really have to—
What the fuck, the hoodie’s coming off, too?
Okay. Perfect.
White tee.
Bobbing for apples.
Great.
Since people had gone back to their own conversations beforehand, you’re saved from the attention of the whole group. Even Taehyung roped your brother into talking about something.
But it doesn’t stop Dom from commenting,
“Good luck with that one, girl.”
Her name comes out in a rough whisper, and she cackles as it drifts away on an autumn breeze.
“If he fucks this up looking like that, I’m gonna laugh.”
“I can’t believe he’s doing it.”
“You kidding? You know why, right?”
Aiming a look her way, you notice Reia and Yuri giggling at Yoongi holding up three fingers to Jimin, and him nodding in return with arms full. “Why?”
She just hums at you before watching your little secret place hands on the basin while analyzing all the fruit inside. “Cute.”
“Whatever,” you huff, smiling because you have a pretty damn good idea why anyway.
Holding up a stopwatch, the guy running the stall shouts “Go!” before Yoongi dunks his head right in, Jimin and all his group suddenly invested.
Beside you, your brother and Tae move forward to get closer, so you and your friends follow suit. Because this is an event you won’t miss for anything.
After two failed attempts, you can hear Yoongi curse as he shakes his drenched head, all the cells in your body reacting viscerally to how he looks with water cascading from his bangs.
“The side, Yoong!”
He snaps his gaze toward your brother, and you nod before adding on,
“Pin’em to the side!”
It makes sense. You’re endeared that your brother still remembers that trick from when the two of you went to these festivals back then.
Yoongi takes your advice right away, going back in and coming up with his first apple in seconds. Flinging it away with his mouth, he goes in again, and you assume it’s because he knows he’s limited on time.
When he comes up with the second fruit, Jimin’s shouting to hurry, but all you can grieve over is his shirt. Completely soaked through at the top and clinging to this taut chest.
Fuck. Dirty isn’t nearly enough to describe the thoughts running across your brain, but you hold your tongue.
But goddamn, you wanna jump his bones, not giving a shit who’s present or not. Not the people walking by and giving him a double-take; not the girls checking him out as he bends over the basin; not even Dom giving him an approving head-nod.
As soon as Yoongi’s third apple is tossed, the vendor calls time, and Jimin yells in triumph for something he didn’t win himself.
Around you, everyone has their own cheering, and you grin wide watching Yoongi wipe water from his eyes.
For someone that acts tough, he sure took winning that plushie seriously.
And you feel something stir inside your gut that will keep you up at night.
The booth keeper hands Yoongi a towel, and he dries his face and neck immediately before rubbing it on his hair. Meanwhile, Jimin's arms get even fuller as he’s given the plush.
Which apparently is a pail. Which is even more adorable.
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi drones before grabbing his hoodie.
“Thank you!”
“And you’re paying for my food.”
A laugh. “K.”
He’s shivering. And seeing that makes you wanna rush over and warm him with a hug.
But you can only stare as he ruffles stray droplets out of his hair, shaky fingers pocketing his beanie before pulling his hood up.
You turn away before you can watch him get his food back, needing more than an acre of land to breathe. “Y’all ready to go?”
Dom looks at you funny before Yuri and Reia say yes, and your brother asks where you’re headed.
“Haunted house,” you answer. “Wanna get it outta the way before it gets crowded.”
“Hell no. Y’all have fun with that.”
“Have fun with what?”
Shit, they cannot just appear without warning!
You turn to see Jimin’s smile and Yoongi’s plain, washed expression. “Haunted house,” you repeat. “Wanna come?”
You ask because you wanna gauge a certain man’s reaction. And it doesn’t disappoint because, as neutral as he looks, you can just tell that Yoongi does not want to tag along.
And Jimin’s own thumb point confirms it. “Him? No way.”
“Awhh, come on!” Yuri tries. “They’re fun!”
“Nah.” Yoongi looks at his food as he admits, “I’d swing.”
Laughing and believing him wholeheartedly, you listen as Reia explains,
“They’re not allowed to touch you.”
“Uh uh.”
“Y’all just have fun,” your brother cuts in with a save. “We’ll probably leave soon.”
“K,” you respond, sadder than you thought you’d be knowing you’ll have to see him go. Just within reach, and yet still so far away. “Have fun.”
Yoongi watches as you head out with your friends, and you offer a tiny wave goodbye.
It isn’t until you’re deep in the haunted house that you hear from him, and your scream isn’t from the jumpscares.
No.
It’s because Yoongi sends you a picture, hair still wet and hood still on.
And two quick, menacing words.
Yoongi [8:20pm]: You’re next :))
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fin. :)
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A/N: HIIII we’re done with the first 3tan fall drabble!! definitely starting out with a bang ahahah. also, here’s the plush that yoongi won, and just imagining all of this happening made me blanket kick all over the place lollll hope you all enjoyed and look forward to the rest of the drabbles :D ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that aren’t okay with reblogging with a review, commenting on this, or sending a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a feedback dropbox :D ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist