You stood in your apartment slowly analyzing anything you might have forgotten to clean. Your best friend was coming home for a while on his vacation and you wanted to make sure he couldn’t make fun of you for anything you left lying around. Because that was just how Min Yoongi was. You nodded to yourself in approval and routinely went to check your phone.
As much as you would have loved to have picked his annoying ass from the airport, the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have his face printed on their walls and would actually claw out the throat of any girl who came into a five foot radius of him… Made it a little difficult, you would say.
Your phone started ringing as you were scrolling through the usual social media, slightly startling you. “What’s good loser?” You rolled your eyes as Yoongi’s voice rang through your phone. “Yoongi, there are nicer ways to greet people, anyways how was your flight?” “The usual, I’m coming over right now.” Your eyes slightly widened. ‘Why is he coming straight to my house?!’
“Ummm… You’re not gonna visit your actual family first?” You pressed your phone against your ear and your shoulder as you absentmindedly picked off your old nail polish. “I kinda forgot to tell them when I was coming home and they went out of town,” You could hear him struggling to put his luggage in a taxi. “Only you would forget something like that.”
“Whatever, what did you make me for dinner?” You scoffed at his question. “I’m not your slave of a wife, get yourself something to eat.” You glanced over at the kitchen, where there was obviously food for two people. “You’re the actual shittiest wife, I gotta go I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” Your body relaxed a little as you heard the hang-up tone. You didn’t know what it really was but ever since the idol world got rid of the awkward, spiky-haired, butthead Yoongi and replaced him with the attractive, multi-hair colored, butthead Suga, you haven’t really been able to breathe the same around him.
It’d been over a year and a half since you had last seen him and it was getting harder to remember the annoying 6 year old that would push you into the mud and fart in the kiddie pool your parents would put you two in. You hadn’t even realized how long you had been lost in your hopeless thoughts until you heard a loud “Open the door shithead” and an even louder series of knocks. You rolled your eyes once again, you were probably gonna be rolling them a lot, as you got up and opened the door.
You were met with a smiling Yoongi and right as you were about to return the smile your face was harshly hit with his carry-on bag. “Agh! What the hell Yoongi?!” “I brought you a present.” His words instantly shut you up as you dropped his bag onto the floor next to the couch. “What is it?” You anxiously bounced up and down while looking at his standing figure. He showed another soft smile, “Aw honey, I knew you would cook for me.” “Shut up! I just made too much food! What did you get me?!”
He reached into his bag and handed you a necklace, “I got it when I was in South America.” He actually got you a present… You tried to push back your blush as you ogled the jewelry. Your attention shifted when you noticed some things fall out of his bag. As you bent down and picked it up you had to stifle a laugh, “Did you buy Lush out of business or something? And what is this, Ultrax Hair Sur-,“ You had no time to finish your sentence before Yoongi quickly snatched all his beauty products from your hands.
His glare was no joke, “Shut up.” “I didn’t know you were so into body care-.“ “Shut up!”
You couldn’t hold back your giggles, it was rare that anyone would see Min Yoongi himself so flustered. “Jeez relax, it’s just shampoo and soap, right?” “Shut up and go put on the TV while I get food.” You softly giggled to yourself as you obeyed, what a loser. You turned on some random drama, you figured there was no point in finding something decent since he was probably gonna nap through 90% of it regardless.
You got a glass of juice before making yourself comfortable on the couch, Yoongi joining shortly after. “I don’t wanna watch this romance shit, turn it off,” He said through a mouthful of food. “No, I wanna watch it, my house my rules.” You felt him slightly kick your butt, “Since when were you such a romantic?” You bit your lip, fighting another blush, “It’s just something to watch… Plus the main guy is super hot, just look at that hair.”
That officially got Yoongi’s attention, “You like him because of his hair?” He paused while you nodded, “That’s stupid, but expected of you.” You barely listened to his words, but you didn’t miss how his tone changed and how he stared at his food.
As you predicted, not even ten minutes into the drama Yoongi’s head was already lolling from side to side. You sat up straight and sneakily looked around, as if some invisible person could see you, before slightly nudging him so his head would fall on your shoulder. You silently fist bumped yourself in your mind.
You slowly inched over to the other side of the couch with his body slowly falling next to you, then you positioned his head to lay on your lap. You held your breath when he stirred, and then relaxed after a couple of minutes passed. You couldn’t help but stare at his sleeping face, this was when he was the cutest. Taking in all of his features, you absentmindedly brushed your fingers over his hair. If Yoongi was awake he would never openly let such affection happen, so good thing he was asleep. You continued stroking his head, trying not to laugh at his gray colored hair. They always had him dye it some ridiculous color, yet it still looked very good on him somehow. ‘He must be quite tired and stressed,’ you thought to yourself as you went to brush his hair with your fingers.
“What the hell are you doing?!” You practically shit your pants as he got up at the speed of light. “I- I don’t know! Why are you yelling?” You were blushing and slightly freaking out. “Why are you touching my hair? Why are you touching me in general?” He wasn’t shouting but his tone was anything but playful. “I’m sorry! I know you aren’t an affectionate person… I don’t know why you’re so mad though…” You softly muttered the last sentence.
His eyes softened, “It’s fine… Just don’t touch my hair, okay? Opt for a massage or something next time.” He gave you a weak smile before rushing to the bathroom.
‘What the hell was up with that?’ You knew Yoongi wasn’t a snuggles kind of guy, but you guys used to take baths together! Granted that was when you were young, but you had no idea why he would react like that. ‘Maybe his head hurts…?’ You slowly shook your head, ‘Like mine is starting to.’
Thinking that the best way to get over it was to start getting ready for bed. You went into your room and got your pajamas, hearing Yoongi leave the bathroom. “You’re already going to bed?” You turned to meet his stare, “Yeah, shouldn’t you get some rest too?” He seemed to be deep in thought before nodding and heading over to his bag. You took this moment to change in the bathroom only to find Yoongi sprawled out on your bed. “Oh no, if you’re sleeping over you have to take the couch!” He pouted up at you, “But I’m so tired, such a long flight, don’t be a terrible person.” You almost saw inside your own head with how hard you rolled your eyes.
You made your way over to the bed and laid down next to him before aggressively trying to kick him off. “Ah! Y/N seriously?!”
“Yes! Move! I’m not your slave!”
“Quit kicking me! That hurts!” You were honestly surprised at how well this small man was able to hold his ground.
“No! Get off my bed!” With one loud sigh you stood on your bed using all of your body to push him off the bed. It would have worked beautifully if you hadn’t lost your balance, making you fall off right after him.
Your eyes were closed completely shut as you felt yourself fall on top of Yoongi, said man responding with a loud groan of pain. You could already feel yourself blushing before you even opened your eyes. Yet when you did find the courage to open them, you almost fainted.
You pushed yourself off of him at record speed and glued yourself to the wall furthest away from him, “YOONGI WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HEAD?!” His eyes tripled in size and his hand shot up to his head, immediately knowing what was happening.
He was completely unscathed from the fall, but next to him was a full head of gray hair, what was obviously a wig. Next to the wig was a completely bald Min Yoongi who looked absolutely terrified. “Y/N it’s not what it looks like!” “What the hell does it look like?!”
There was silence for a couple of moments, “Explain.” He softly sighed before fixing his wig and leading you over to your living room, motioning for you to sit next to him on the couch.
“You know how I’ve joked about Big Hit dying my hair… Well those jokes are kind of a reality, at some point my hair just started falling out and now it’s all gone. Obviously they would not want anyone to know that, but now I have to wear wigs….” You were in complete shock, you didn’t even know what to say.
You let out a nervous cough before nervously putting your hand on top of his, “Well, it doesn’t matter to me Yoongi,” You gulped, “Because I still love you.” His eyes widened at your confession before he caught himself and cleared his throat. He stood up and faced you directly, “That’s wonderful, or at least it would be if…” His face was coming closer to yours and you could feel yourself burning 50 Shades of Red. You slowly closed your eyes in anticipation, “If I didn’t have to kill you now.” You quickly opened your eyes, “What?!” You received no response as he backed away from you towards his bag. “Oh haha Yoongi fucking hilarious.”
He pulled out what looked like a cassette player before putting in a tape titled ‘Mixtape.’ “Yoongi wait… What are you…?” You couldn’t hear him but you saw him mouth ‘Bultaoreune’ before his thumb met the play button and your entire body combusted into flames. The rest of BTS had suddenly appeared around you, all of them doing the first arm flailing motion they do in the dance but in a circle around your burning body. ‘This is why he hadn’t released his mixtape… It was too powerful,’ Was your last thought before you burned to death.
