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“No, hyung, you - ah, Holly, Yeontan, no! - sit still, hyung.”
Yoongi puffs out a breath, squints as the strands of the blonde wig just fall back onto his nose and make him itch like hell . He lifts a hand to try and lift the offending strands away from his face, but is quickly given a slap on the hand for his attempt.
“It itches .” Yoongi whines, slumping back into the seat. He’s aware he looks pathetic, kind of like a child who’s being forced to put on a Halloween costume for the first time, but he’s got his fingers crossed that it’ll make his boyfriend take pity on him and give up on...whatever it is he has planned.
Unfortunately, his boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, and Kim Taehyung is an actor and also knows him more than anyone outside his family, so he only gets a laugh and what feels like the continuous torture on his head. “My poor baby.” Taehyung coos, and Yoongi grumbles and sinks further into his seat and tries not to give away the fact that he’s blushing just because his boyfriend called him by a generic pet name.
(There had been a similar incident over a year ago, when he and Taehyung had first started dating. Namjoon and Hoseok had mentioned to Taehyung that Yoongi had referred to himself as a ‘honey boy’ one time when the three of them had been out drinking, and Taehyung, enamored and amused by the story, had tried calling Yoongi “honey” one morning as Yoongi was cooking breakfast.
Yoongi had consequently smashed the coffee pot all over their kitchen floor. Taehyung still won't stop telling the story to basically everyone they meet.)
“You still haven’t told me why you’re doing this.” Yoongi mentions. “You didn’t even prepare me, you just woke me up and told me to sit down and the next thing I know you’re trying to rip all of my hair out.”
“This isn’t even your real hair.” Taehyung scoffs. Then, softer, more focused, “I’m almost done, hyung, gimme one more minute.”
Yoongi grumbles and mumbles and makes a thousand complaints, but he forces himself to sit still despite the very real urge to just scratch at his scalp and throw the wig to a very, very far corner of the room and never let it be seen by Taehyung or Yoongi or any human ever again.
(A small voice in his head that sounds like a horrifying amalgamation of Jimin and Jungkook’s voices accuses him of being whipped. Yoongi says nothing in retaliation, possibly because he can’t argue against the truth.
God, Taehyung’s turning him into the softest thing on Earth. He’s going to turn into a marshmallow at this point.
A marshmallow floating in the sea of hot chocolate that is Taehyung’s love, all cuddles and double dates with their dogs and painting and -)
“There!” Taehyung’s voice jolts Yoongi out of his thoughts, bringing him back to their apartment, where Holly and Yeontan tilt their heads up at him from where they’re seated on the floor. “C’mon, hyung, lemme see what you look like!”
“What kind of boyfriend forgets what his boyfriend looks like, huh?” Yoongi teases, turning to face Taehyung. His boyfriend’s in a wig, too - similar to his, except brown - and there’s a weird look on Taehyung’s face, like he really has just seen Yoongi for the first time.
Yoongi feels his face heat up with embarrassment, and he clears his throat.
“Hyung.” Taehyung gapes, still very much out of it.
“I look bad, don’t I.” Yoongi mutters, choosing to fiddle with a single strand that’s dangling in front of his eye instead of looking at Taehyung. “Look, maybe you should’ve gotten someone else -”
"Hyung.” Taehyung says with so much urgency that Yoongi has no choice but to look at him. “Hyung. You look amazing."
Ah, fuck.
Yoongi curls into himself, as if darting away for a place to hide but Taehyung is quick, his hands cupping Yoongi’s cheeks and holding him in place.
“Yeah, well.” Yoongi sputters, trying to regain control of the conversation. “You’re the gorgeous one. Look in the mirror, you - you -”
“Yoongi hyung.”
Yoongi snaps his gaze back up to Taehyung, frowning. “Hey, don’t interrupt me -”
“I love you.”
It’s not the first time Taehyung’s said it. No, that memory was still clear in Yoongi’s mind, the image of a canvas and an easel and Taehyung’s paint splattered face and irresistible smile tucked safe and secure into a part of Yoongi’s memory. So much of Taehyung and Yoongi’s relationship is like that, Yoongi thinks- mundane, simple, domestic, not really the whirlwind romance someone would expect from a well-known actor and producer. So much of their time has been spent at parks or at home, lying by each other’s side as Yeontan and Holly wreak havoc.
And Yoongi’s grateful for it, if you asked him. So much of his time is spent with his head in his hands, sleepless nights spent rewriting lyrics and revisiting songs and staring blankly at his studio’s computer screen. He knows Taehyung’s life is somewhat the same, auditions and red carpets and cameras and microphones and picture perfect smiles making up a normal part of his life.
So if they can be that small piece of normalcy for each other - if Taehyung can think of Yoongi as the promise of a good homemade meal and fingers carding softly through his hair the way Yoongi thinks of Taehyung as cuddles under warm blankets and his cute voice when he talks to Yeontan and Holly and cuddles them close to his chest - if they can be each other’s home, a sanctuary from the chaos that is their day to day lives -
Then Yoongi will have never wished for anything more.
It’s this that makes Yoongi understand how important moments like these are to Taehyung. How playing dress up for who knows what reason is making Taehyung want to confess his love all over again. Heck, Yoongi does the same thing every time Taehyung giggles .
(Call him disgusting, but Yoongi will stand by the fact that there is nothing better sounding than the sound of Taehyung’s laughter.
...Okay, maybe the sound of Taehyung’s voice.)
“I love you too, Taehyung.” Yoongi says back once his mind catches up with what’s happening. He reaches up to grab one of Taehyung’s hands, presses a kiss onto his palm. “A lot.”
Taehyung smiles, presses a chaste kiss to Yoongi’s lips, and finally lets go of Yoongi’s face. “You’re really hot with long hair, hyung. Like, very hot.” A pout. “Honestly, I think it’s mean that you haven’t shown me how hot you look with long hair.”
“It’s not like I knew!” Yoongi complains, reeling from the shift from soft to decidedly not soft. “I’ve never even had long hair.” He bends down to pet Holly from where the toy poodle has been pawing at his feet, and glares back up at Taehyung. “You still haven’t told me what all this is for, by the way.”
“It’s all Seokjin hyung’s fault.” Taehyung pouts, fiddling through his phone. Yoongi stands up just in time for Taehyung to shove his phone in Yoongi’s face.
It’s opened to a picture that Seokjin’s posted to Instagram - he’s with Namjoon, his boyfriend, a producer Yoongi has worked with multiple times, and a part of their weirdly formed friend group, and they’re side by side, smiling triumphantly up at the camera with what look like...kids’ scratch painting kits in their hands?
“Uh.” Yoongi says. It takes him a few seconds to realize Taehyung’s no longer standing in front of him, but is instead squatting on the ground and dressing their dogs in -
“Hobi hyung said they found some costumes for Mickey in this one store and then I found out they had hanboks for dogs, hyung!” Taehyung says as he pats Holly and Yeontan down neatly. “And I was gonna save it for Chuseok but then Seokjin hyung was bragging about how he and Namjoon hyung were the cuter couple and I said that’s impossible , so -”
“You’re telling me this is all a ploy to somehow prove to Seokjin hyung that we’re the cuter couple.”
Taehyung points to a corner of their living room. “I brought my costume from that drama I’m doing and got one of the other actors to lend me his for you to wear.” he deadpans. “I’m not going to lose this fight when I clearly have the cutest boyfriend in the world.”
Yoongi stares at Taehyung, stares at the matching hanbok that’s ready for him to wear, and stares at the sight of Holly and Yeontan running around the room in their hanbok.
He marches over to the couch, grabs what he knows is Taehyung’s hanbok, and deposits it into Taehyung’s arms along with a kiss on the cheek.
“We’re definitely the cuter couple. Go get dressed so we can prove it faster.”
(Things don’t get proven faster when Taehyung walks out in hanbok and sees what Yoongi looks like in hanbok. They spend all of five minutes lost to the world, pressing kisses onto eyelids and noses and cheeks and lips until Holly and Yeontan launch a joint attack on their bare feet.
They do prove it nonetheless when Taehyung posts a picture of them in hanbok, Yoongi leaning over to press a kiss onto Taehyung’s cheek and Yeontan and Holly nestled comfortably in their arms, tongues lolling out and still in their own hanbok. The post gets tens of thousands of likes almost overnight, and Yoongi and Taehyung share laughter when Seokjin rings them up and berates them for upstaging him.
They all have to admit defeat, however, when Jimin and Hoseok post a video of them dancing to ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You’ that consists not only of a perfect show of their combined prowess at dance, but also a kiss counter near the corner of their video.
Jungkook groans about how they’re all losers for being ‘soft on main’. Yoongi doesn’t know what that means, exactly, but he’ll gladly admit to being it if that means he can spend forever in Taehyung’s arms.)