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Min Yoongi has come to expect a certain amount of surprises in his daily life.
Now, he’s not particularly fond of surprises— he can take the little things, because hey, that’s how life is— but having shit sprung on him at any given moment is... less than appealing.
The reason Min Yoongi has come to expect (and accept) the surprises in his daily life is one Kim Seokjin.
Kim Seokjin is like a fucking jack-in-the-box.
Kim Seokjin brought a dog home to their apartment one day. He hadn’t ever mentioned wanting a pet to Yoongi, but one day he brought home a dog. Yoongi had tried to rationalize— “we don’t have the time to look after a dog, hyung”— but as soon as Seokjin had smiled and said that Yoongi could choose a name for her, Yoongi knew that was it. Min Holly has been with them ever since.
Kim Seokjin painted their apartment when Yoongi took a two day trip for work. When he left, all of the walls were an off white, a little worn but functional. When he came back, the apartment had a brand new red and black colour scheme. It was a surprise, but it didn’t inconvenience Yoongi all that much, so it was alright. Until he stepped in the paint tray Seokjin had forgotten to clean up.
Kim Seokjin had asked Yoongi out when they were in university, one day, just out of the blue. They were in the courtyard, rain pouring down, rushing to classes squeezed under one umbrella. They’d only known each other for a couple months through mutual friends, hadn’t hung out more than a handful of times. Seokjin still asked him out. Yoongi still said sure. He doesn’t regret it one bit, even though his embarrassed gawking after Seokjin had asked had made them both late for class.
So, coming home late from the studio, Yoongi’s not quite sure what to expect. He’s not met with the smell of dinner right away, so it seems that it isn’t todays surprise. He’s not immediately greeted with hugs or kisses, so he can check those off the list too, unfortunately.
“Hyung?” Yoongi calls out, taking his shoes off at the door and padding into the kitchen. Holly greets him, running circles around his legs until she gets a few head pats, then strutting off to go back to napping on the couch “Jin-hyung?”
It’s quiet in the apartment, but all the lights are on, and he can just barely hear some girl group song playing, so Seokjin’s definitely home. He sets his bag down on a barstool in the kitchen. No visible surprises yet, everything seems to be perfectly in place.
“Oh, Yoongi-yah?” A shout comes from the bathroom, muffled by the closed door. “I’ll be out in a sec!”
Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, grabbing a pack of ramen from the cabinet. He pauses. “Have you eaten?”
A beat passes before Seokjin responds. “Hm? No, not yet.”
He pulls out two more packets, getting to work and getting lost in his thoughts.
Today could be one of those rare, uneventful days, where Seokjin decides not to give him a mini heart attack. Yoongi wouldn’t mind it, but he’s almost gotten used to always being surprised, so perhaps he’s a little disappointed. (Don’t tell Seokjin that, though, or he’ll double down on the surprises.)
By the time he’s finished, ramen perfectly cooked and table set for two, Seokjin still hasn’t come out of the bathroom.
Hm.
“Hyung? You almost done in there?” He asks, knocking on the door softly. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Right— sorry, just let me—“ Something clatters, and he can hear Seokjin cuss ever so quietly. “Okay.”
Then, the door opens.
Surprise.
Blonde. Seokjin’s hair is blonde.
Yoongi stands there, dumbstruck as he stares at Seokjin. He’s wet— not soaking, but fresh-out-of-the-shower wet— and his shirt clings to his torso a bit. Also, his hair is fucking blonde, which it most certainly was not this morning.
“What did you do to your hair?” Yoongi murmurs, throat suddenly feeling very dry, and he knows it’s a stupid question as soon as it passes his lips, but he’s not exactly thinking. At all.
Seokjin laughs, shifting his weight slightly under Yoongi’s gaze. “I, uh. Bleached it?”
Yoongi swallows, then nods. “I can see that.”
“Oh. Um,” Seokjin fidgets with the damp locks, running a hand through them. “Do you like it? I can always dye it back if you—“
“No!” Yoongi says, far more urgently than the situation calls for. “I mean. It— it looks really good. I like it.”
“Really good?” Seokjin repeats back to him, taking a step forward and— oh, he’s very close now, and Yoongi can smell his shampoo and the chemicals from the bleach.
Yoongi licks his lips. “Yeah.”
“How good?” Seokjin inquires, setting a hand on Yoongi’s waist gently.
Incredible. “Can I kiss you?”
Seokjin’s smirk breaks out into a wide grin, a chuckle passing his lips. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yoongi mutters playfully, lacing a hand through Seokjin’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s easy, a little lazy, and Yoongi’s just basking in the drag of Seokjin’s lips against his own.
Seokjin’s lips are plush and soft, always tasting like his lip balm— something peachy, summery. It’s addictive, and Yoongi can never get enough of it.
Seokjin pulls away eventually, and Yoongi’s left chasing after his lips with a pout.
“Didn’t you say dinner was ready?” Seokjin comments.
“I only made ramen. It can wait,” Yoongi frowns. “Let me kiss my pretty boyfriend.”
“No,” Seokjin whines, pulling away with red ears. “I don’t wanna eat cold noodles. You can kiss more after I’ve eaten my nice, warm noodles.”
“One more,” Yoongi tries to negotiate. “One more kiss, then we can go eat.”
Seokjin considers the proposition. “Okay, just one more.”
Yoongi pulls Seokjin back into the kiss, smiling against his lips as he refuses to pull away. He can feel the way Seokjin’s trying to hold back his laughter, the gentle shaking of his chest and soft wheezes escaping.
He eventually has to relent for respiratory purposes, taking a deep breath with a self satisfied smile. “There.”
Seokjin’s smiling too, eyes crinkled up and shining. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re worse,” Yoongi argues lightheartedly. “Bleaching your hair and not telling me.”
“That’s not ridiculous,” Seokjin counters. “You think it’s sexy.”
“I never said that.”
“Actions speak louder than words, and you just made out with me even though I smell like chemicals. You totally think it’s sexy.”
“No comment.”
(So no, Yoongi doesn’t really like surprises, but Yoongi loves Seokjin, so maybe surprises aren’t all that bad.)