#chyubs

Being his partner of a few years, you were given the blessing of witnessing, on many occasions, an otherwise unusual sight from a man so shamelessly confident in himself, it’s appalling to some.

The first time you noticed Seokjin’s skin flush in colour was when he first tried to make you laugh using one of his many overused jokes on your first date. You, of course, couldn’t help but laugh brightly and hit his wide shoulders playfully for making such a lame joke. When he hid behind his hands and laughed with you, his ears becoming noticeably red, you assumed it was because he was shy and embarrassed at his joke. But in fact it was your beautiful laugh, dancing in his ears, that made him shy because how can she be so cute when laughing at my stupid jokes?

The next time you noticed him blush was when you initiated your first makeout with him. You were playing Mario Kart in his room and you couldn’t help but continuously lose focus of the game when looking at how attractive he was to you, your constant staring not going unnoticed by him. One thing led to another and you ended up seated on his lap with him leaning against the headboard of his bed, the both you attacking each others’ mouths like two hormonal teenagers.

When you pulled away from him to breathe in, the flush that you once saw on his ears had now spread to his beautiful face, most likely caused from a lack of air and the rush excitement from kissing you. With messy hair and flushed skin, he was definitely a sight for sore eyes, and it definitely wasn’t the last time you would see it.

When Seokjin blushed again for another reason, it was because of the constant stream of compliments coming out of your mouth towards your boyfriend after listening to the group’s latest comeback, your first comeback together since you started dating. You wouldn’t stop gushing over how beautiful and sexy he looked in the music video and how much his voice improved and stood out in the album.

Now, was he used to compliments and praise by millions of fans around the world? A little. But was he used to seeing the girl he loved and adored fangirl over how proud she was of him? Not at all. When he playfully told you to stop, it edged you on to take it further, clinging onto him and attacking him with various signs of affection and smiles, with him ending up hiding his face in your neck so you couldn’t see his face anymore. Too bad you now knew one more weak spot of his when it came to you.

However, your most memorable moments of your lover’s skin blooming in colour are when you’re watching him pound into you as he cages your entire body under his own. Your eyes, hazy from the pleasure, trail down his body, watching how the blush envelopes him. It’s a mix of arousal and adrenaline, caused from the passionate moment folding out between the both of you.

You lift your hands from the now ungripped sheets beneath you and place them on the sides of his face, lightly stroking his coloured cheeks. The heat you felt emanating from his skin is enough for you to bring his head down to meet your bruised lips, swallowing both of your moans. Your hands trail from his face down to his scathing chest and shoulders, the feeling of his heavy breathing underneath your touch.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull his body flush onto yours, the weight of his being pressing you two together till no space was between you. This time he was the one initiating a kiss, overflowing with the emotions he felt towards you and pulling you towards him even more. The blush from his body seeped into your skin, causing you to also blush as you neared your ends together, the colour of pink blooming over the both of you into one hue.

When he rolled his sweaty body off of you, you followed suit so you were facing each other on your sides. You drew each other into an intimate embrace of legs and arms, the flush of pink on the both of you not yet disappearing. You laid there in each other’s arms, basking in a rose-coloured afterglow.

He really was a sight for sore eyes, you noticed again, sweaty and flushed in a ruddiness that wouldn’t fade. When you peered up from his chest to admire his beauty more, you caught his eyes already looking at you, trailing over your nude body in appreciation of your own beauty. His hands lightly caressed your waist as he leaned in for a chaste kiss, never having enough of you to fill his thirst.

It’s strange how all of the things that can make Kim Seokjin blush involved you in the process, but it isn’t something you will ever get tired of. After all, he too loves seeing the quiet flush of pink against your skin, almost as much as you do.

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Maybe it was the way he usually dressed in black, or how his face rarely changed regardless of what was happening around him. Possibly, it may have been the headphones and laptop he always seemed to be on whenever he wasn’t doing schoolwork, as if he was making it known that he didn’t want people to approach him. Was it his voice? The way it was low, and raspy, always seeming apathetic? Whatever it was, when you learned you were assigned to be partners with Yoongi for a semester-long project in your music class, you would have been lying to yourself to say you weren’t a little scared. You had never worked with Yoongi, much less even talk to him. What would working with Min Yoongi be like?

Well, you learned what it was like to work with Yoongi, and to say you were surprised is an understatement.

Because you had around 4 months to work on your project about the history of a specific genre of music, a project that was worth 40% of your whole grade in the class, you had to spend a lot of time with Yoongi. And over the 4 months of working with the man who used to slightly frighten you, you learned a lot about him.

The first thing you learned about Min Yoongi was that he was relatively quiet around people he didn’t know. An introvert that kept many of his thoughts in his head. It explained to you why he seemed somewhat unapproachable, because it was how he was around strangers.

The second thing you realized about him was that despite his more introverted personality, when you talked to him to him about something he was interested in, you saw small parts of his shell break away, becoming talkative about his interests. This was especially true when he talked about hip-hop and rap, all the way from The Notorious B.I.G. to Kanye West, so much so that it was the genre you decided to present on for you project. It worked in your favour.

Because you and Yoongi’s music class was in the early morning, both of you also having a couple of hours of free time afterwards until your next respective class, having time to work together, you quickly realized that Yoongi was a little grumpy man when he lacked sleep, always carrying a large cup of coffee with him to the class. You also realized he rarely got a good night’s sleep, which made you wonder what he did at night that made him so exhausted.

Occasionally in your meet-ups for the project, Yoongi would sometimes be so tired that he would fall asleep when the atmosphere turned calm and quiet. You never woke him up though. Sometimes, you took the time to look at the look of peace that surrounded him, which may have seemed creepy, but it was hard to look away.

Slowly, you memorized the features that made up his face, like the way his long eyelashes lightly brushed his cheeks when they were closed, or the way his lips pouted slightly, his breath gently going in and out. The same way he seemed peaceful when sleeping, you also found a peace at being able to see this side of Yoongi.

He was cute. Really cute.

After a couple weeks of getting comfortable around each other, the fourth thing you learned about Yoongi was that he was really funny.

His humour was made up of sarcasm, dry jokes, and the occasional pun that was so bad you found yourself lightly hitting his shoulders sometimes, laughing so loud you found your face warming up. It was at this point you learned what Yoongi looked like when he smiled and the way he sounded when laughed at your reactions.

Everytime he showed that gummy smile and laughed, you found yourself feeling warm in the face, your heart speeding up when you looked at him. But everytime time it did, you brushed it off when you questioned yourself why you felt like that. After all, you had only started to talk to him a month ago. There was no way you could already think of him like that, right?

It had been around a two months of hanging out when you noticed a shift in your friendship, if you could call it that, with Yoongi. You guys were just finished working on your individual portions of the project that night, preparing to say goodbye to him, when Yoongi invited you to a small party him and his friends were having that night at their shared apartment.

“Only if you wanna, of course,” is what he said at the time, his eyes dropping to the floor, a blush lightly covering his cheeks. You weren’t sure if it was because he nervous or it was because he was cute when he was shy, after all you still didn’t know that much about the man in front of you, but you found yourself saying yes.

When you finally arrived at the apartment later that night, you met Yoongi’s best friends. Six of them at that. They were a flurry of differing personalities, but they were just as great as Yoongi described. It was that night you also learned how Yoongi was when he was in an environment that made him completely comfortable to be himself. It made you want to be close to him so you could always see him like that all the time.

And you weren’t sure if it was the slight amount alcohol that was in your system or just the excitement of finally being able to be around Yoongi in a situation that wasn’t school-related, but the butterflies you felt before increased tenfold seeing Yoongi being himself.

By the end of the night, you knew that you had fallen for Min Yoongi. Hard.

Over the weeks after the party, you and Yoongi still only hung out to work on the project, but the shift you felt continued into the nights and mornings you worked. Less did you work and more did you find the both of you guys talking about anything and everything.

There was one Saturday night in particular that stood out, less than a week before your project was due. It was past midnight, and both of you were kicked out of the now closed library, now sitting outside in the courtyard against some trees. The sky was bright and clear, the grounds void of students other than the two of you. There was a slight breeze that surrounded you, lightly brushing against your skin. The both of you were holding warm drinks that Yoongi bought for you from the nearby café, a coffee for him (like always) and a french vanilla for yourself. It was probably because of your newfound feelings for the man beside you, but you very aware of the way his shoulders and legs lightly brushed against you, so close that you were able to hear the rhythm of his breathing.

Despite your beating heart, there was an atmosphere of openness that surrounded the both of you that you had never felt before. You weren’t sure if it was because of the continuous way you both grew comfortable around each other, or because of how in previous conversations, you both confided in each other about how you both loved the night, but you both found yourselves speaking deeply about your lives and your opinions on the world around you. The struggles both of you have faced and how they’ve changed you.

You learned that night was that Yoongi had experienced a lot within the 24 years he has existed. You learned about his experiences with his family and his own internal struggles. In another conversation previously, Yoongi had opened up to you about his passion for music, his dream to become a producer and rapper. He let you listen to some of the songs he was working on, and you knew they were about dark experiences he has dealt with. You knew now why his songs were like that.

At one point in the conversation, you found yourself leaning your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, both of your hands clasped lightly together, maybe as a sign of comfort and acknowledgement to what he had been through. Of course you were sad, but you knew those experiences shaped him into the man you knew today. Never had there been such depth in your conversations before, but you learned ultimately that Yoongi was a strong man. Seeing such a vulnerable side to him made your feelings for him grow deeper, a greater appreciation for the man beside you.

It was around 4 in the morning when Yoongi walked you back to your dorm, both of your hands still clasped together. Neither of you said anything on the way there, the both of you just appreciating each other’s presence.

When you both stood in front of the door to your dorm, you both looked at each other for a little bit. Really looked at each other. You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but standing on your toes, you pressed your lips to his cheek, placing a light kiss there. You learned his cheeks were really soft. There was no reason for you to do it, but it just felt right. You smiled at him shyly afterwards, thanking him for the night. He mirrored your expression and thanked you as well. You noticed a blush dusting across his cheeks. Eventually, he slowly let go of your hand, bidding you goodbye. You watched him walk away, wondering to yourself how you were so lucky to meet him.

The next day when you saw each other to work, you noticed he had a good sleep that night.

The following Friday after your night with Yoongi was the due date of your project. You were glad that the remaining week of work wasn’t awkward with Yoongi, but you were still nervous as to how you and Yoongi’s project would do. But you quickly learned you had no reason to have feared for your 4 months of work.

At the end of the class, your music professor had congratulated the both of you on your impeccable research of rap and hip-hop, awarding you and Yoongi a 100%. It was the best a group has ever gotten on the project, and it would be an understatement to say how much your heart was bursting at hearing that. When you and Yoongi both walked out of the class, you invited him this time to hang out.

That night you hung out again, walking around the city, talking and laughing. Neither of you explicitly said it was a date, but it sure as hell felt like one, your hands finding their way to each other again. There was playful bantering and subtle flirting the whole time.

Another thing you learned about Yoongi that night was that he was extremely cheesy sometimes, sometimes cringey. It all affected you the same though. The butterflies you felt previously were really rattling within you the whole time you were together, and you couldn’t stop stretching a smile on your face. You noticed Yoongi couldn’t either.

By the end of the night, you both found yourselves in front of your dorm again like the week before. You both felt nervous, both of your hands clammy in each others. That much was obvious. You thanked him again for the fun night and you prepared to give him another kiss on the cheek, but what you didn’t expect was him to lightly grab the sides of your head with his large hands, and before you knew it, you were sharing your very first kiss with Min Yoongi.

Another thing you learned about Yoongi was that his lips, the same ones that dripped with sarcasm and pouted when he slept, the ones that were able to rap with a clear rawness, were so unbelievably soft, and it made your head spin. When he pulled away to look at you to see your reaction, it was your turn to grab his head with your significantly smaller hands and kiss him again, surprising him this time. The both of you kissed for who knows how long, as if you were both trying to catch up on the time you could have kissed earlier. And damn, did it feel good.

When you both finally pulled away, both of your breathing heavy, you realized you were smiling like crazy. Yoongi had a smile that mirrored yours, and it felt thousands of times better than any grade you could ever get in school. A slight embarrassment rushed over the both of you, causing you to bury your head in chest, his arms wrapping around you. You heard the sped up beat of his heart, a speed that matched yours.

You both pulled away a little to look each other in the eyes, a question on the tip of both of your tongues. Before you realized it, you had both asked the same question.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Be my boyfriend?”

You looked at each other in shock for a moment, that shock causing both you to just laugh in each other’s arms at the disgustingly cheesy coincidence. Your embrace tightened, both of you going in for another kiss as you answered each other’s question.

You thought back at the last couple of months of learning about Min Yoongi, and how your first impression was so very wrong. But you were happy to now know you would continue to learn a lot of things about the man that currently had his lips pressing against yours for a very long time.

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