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Yoongi isn’t short. He’s just surrounded by giants.
His bandmates constantly remind him of the fact, whether it’s intentional or not. Yoongi isn’t bothered by it for the most part but sometimes the constant reminder makes him feel smaller than he really is. But then again. He’s not short. Just average.
They’re all just freakishly tall.
“Do you need help?”
Yoongi was in the kitchen trying to reach for a cup on the top shelf. At some point he’d climbed up onto the counter after getting tired of standing on his toes, though he only stretched on the counter from his knees. Standing on the counter was too scary. Despite his attempts, he still couldn’t reach the very specific cup he was searching for. Who put it up there in the first place? He doesn’t even know why he was trying for this exact cup but he felt like he had put in too much effort to just try and use a different one instead. This was also the one his boyfriend had gotten him as a gift a few months ago. It’s his favorite.
Yoongi flinched at the voice and felt a pair of hands catch on his waist to prevent him from possibly hurting himself. He turned and saw Seokjin looking at him expectedly.
“No, I got this,” Yoongi insisted before turning back around and stretching his body in an attempt to reach the cup, only his fingertips being able to touch it’s surface. So close…
Before Yoongi could even attempt to place one foot on the counter to give him a little more height, he saw an arm reach over him and grab the cup, Seokjin having joined him on the counter at some point. He sighed and stepped down before facing a quite smug looking Seokjin and reluctantly took the cup from his hands.
“Thanks…” Yoongi had managed to grumble, not really wanting to give the older man the satisfaction of admitting he’d needed the help.
Seokjin beamed at him, “No problem, Yoongichi,” and then he walked back to where he’d come from.
Yoongi briefly wondered why he came to the kitchen in the first place if he was just going to leave empty handed. He’s starting to think they do this on purpose.
When it’s not an intentional attempt to make Yoongi feel like he’s the smallest guy on the planet, it’s simply their existence making Yoongi question how he’d come across only the tallest guys ever. Sometimes he and Taehyung would be out doing some grocery shopping and just the presence of the taller boy behind him was enough to make him feel like he was a kid running errands with his parent. Which was odd considering he’s older.
Jungkook has taken a liking to lifting Yoongi up at random times. He could be walking around the apartment when suddenly he’d be off the ground and being spun in circles. He’d feign annoyance and complain that Jungkook only did it to show off his strength. Jungkook would argue back and say something along the lines of “No, I just love my Yoongi-hyung.” Yoongi blushes every time but still fights back, even if he really loved being carried by the younger. Though he wasn’t going to admit that. He gets carried to bed sometimes so its fine.
Being his height had some perks though when his boyfriend represented that of a goddamn tree.
Namjoon was what Yoongi would describe as the perfect height. At least for him. Yoongi may seem spiteful about his height but if it meant more forms of affection from his boyfriend, hell, he might as well love it.
The first time Yoongi reconsidered his thoughts about his smaller figure was during a stressful night in the studio. He’d been working on the same track for a few hours, running his fingers through his black locks multiple times due to the frustration of working with a lack of creative ideas and a lack of food in his stomach. The snacks he’d brought with him to the studio had disappeared hours ago and now he was facing the consequences. He’d been staring at the screen for so long now that he was considering just going back home, knowing that his boyfriend would probably appreciate if he took care of his health without being told to. Thankfully, he didn’t have to spend time weighing his options when he heard the door to his studio opening. He spun his chair around and saw his boyfriend closing the door behind him.
“Hey, hyung. I thought I’d find you here.”
Yoongi sighed and stood up from his chair, deciding to meet Namjoon halfway. “Before you scold me, I’ll have you know that I was very much considering going back home in a few minutes,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone and crossed arms.
Namjoon now stood in front of him, looking down at the smaller boy slightly, “Is that so?”
Yoongi unconsciously pouted at the words, “I swear. I’ve been staring at that damn monitor for so long and I still got nothing. Figured I’d stop wasting my time and go home where there’s food.” Namjoon smiled. “And… I missed you.” Yoongi added.
Namjoon chuckled and looked at Yoongi fondly before softly cupping his cheeks and lifting his head. Yoongi watched Namjoon in curiosity. He had expected the words of endearment to be repeated back to him but was shocked to find Namjoon leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, the height difference allowing Namjoon to do so without much effort. Yoongi blushed a deep red and stared at Namjoon in silence as he pulled away after a few seconds. They were still in the early stages of their relationship, small acts of affection still managing to fluster Yoongi to the point of losing his ability to function.
“I missed you too, baby,” He rubbed Yoongi’s cheeks with his thumbs, “How about we go home now and grab something to eat on the way?”
Yoongi, still in shock, had managed to mutter a very smooth, “Ah- yeah! We can do that! Let me just- uh- save my files and pack up my things real quick and we can go.” He scurried out of Namjoon’s hold and was quick to gather his things. Once he was ready, Namjoon grabbed his hand and lead them out of the studio. Yoongi was a goner.
Sometimes it was the times Yoongi would accompany Namjoon in his studio that he’d take advantage of his smaller stature.
When Namjoon had called Yoongi over to help him with a track, he’d expected serious conversations and ideas flying out and onto the monitor and notebooks in front of them. But instead he got a lap-full of sleepy kitten boy, not that he minded. Yoongi was straddling Namjoon, sitting in his lap with legs on either side of him as he rested his cheek on Namjoon’s shoulder and with arms wrapped around his waist. Namjoon had to rest his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder to be able to see the screen in front of him as he worked, it was somewhat comfortable. Yoongi had climbed into this position after complaining about being sleepy and blatantly stating he wanted attention from his boyfriend. Once in a while, Namjoon would ask Yoongi if he was still comfortable or if he wanted to move on the couch to sleep while he worked, but each time Yoongi would deny the offer and reassure him that he was very comfortable where he was now.
“How does this sound to you, hyung? I can’t tell if it’s just me or if it actually sounds weird.” Namjoon played part of the track on the speakers so that Yoongi would be able to hear.
After a few seconds, the black haired boy mumbled a sleepy, “Sounds good.”
“Are you sure? I’m not sure if it captures the emotion I’m trying to convey…”
Yoongi groaned and tightened his hold on Namjoon’s waist, burying his face into the side of his neck, “Everything you make sounds good, Joonie. Don’t worry.”
Namjoon didn’t doubt the words of the smaller boy. He pressed a small kiss to his neck (getting a small hum in return) in appreciation and got back to work, letting the boy in his lap go back to sleep.
Yoongi sometimes took advantage of their height difference on Namjoon, not being the only one in their relationship who enjoyed little acts of endearment.
When Namjoon had come back to the dorm after visited his family for a week, Yoongi was quick to greet Namjoon with a hug upon entering. Namjoon stumbled with the force of the hug but was quick to put down his things and hug back, squeezing the smaller with a little bit more strength than necessary.
“I missed you, Joonie,” Yoongi whined into his shirt, “You were gone for so long I thought I was going to die.”
Namjoon laughed at his dramatic words and held him a bit tighter, starting to rock them side to side, “It’s only been a week, but I missed you too.”
After a few moments of swaying, Yoongi turned his head and pressed a kiss to the side of the taller’s neck, taking advantage of the fact that he was at the perfect height to do so. He felt Namjoon slightly stiffen in his hold and heard a soft gasp escape his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, Yoongi continued to trail kisses up his neck until he reached the corner of his mouth. Namjoon had moved his hands to grab onto Yoongi’s waist as the former wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Yoongi pulled back a little to stare at Namjoon who was looking at him with so much love and couldn’t wait any longer before leaning in to kiss him softly. Namjoon had met him halfway to alleviate the strain and kissed him back. The kiss was nothing lustful or hurried, none of them in the mood to do anything more, just a slow glide of lips against one another. It was enough to say I missed you and I love you .
They pulled apart when Namjoon started playing with the hem of the hoodie Yoongi was wearing. It was a bit too oversized on him.
“Is this mine?”
“Maybe…”
“It looks cute on you.”
“Shut up.”
Yoongi’s favorite time with Namjoon was at night. Not only did they get to sleep but he got to take advantage of how ridiculously long Namjoon’s limbs were.
Yoongi was already in bed, scrolling through his phone as he waited for the younger to join him. The sheets were cold and he kept shifting in an attempt to warm himself up but it wasn’t the same without the other.
“Joooon,” Yoongi called out, not knowing if Namjoon was even in the same room as him or not, “Come here, its fucking freezing.”
“I’m right here, hyung, calm down.” Namjoon responded jokingly as he crawled into the covers beside the other.
“Took you long enough,” Yoongi complained before he set his phone down and shuffled over to Namjoon’s side. Without a word, Namjoon wrapped an arm around small rapper, slipping his fingers under the oversized shirt he wore to rest on his lower back, and tangled their legs together. Yoongi sighed in content and settled under Namjoon’s chin, now ready to fall asleep.
Yoongi didn’t mind being small if that meant he got to be held by Namjoon like this.