#bc i jsut wanna profess my love to yoongi

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endearment - myg (aspects: 2)

a/n: i’m soft for min yoongi, that’s all you need to know about this. this is tooth rottingly gross and fluffy. you might wanna know that too before diving in idk. based off the prompt “do you always look at me like that?”

Word Count: 1,721

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The standing mirror was a cheap piece, lined in thin mahogany balsa wood that frayed where you’d hauled it into your bedroom. You hadn’t bothered to hang it, nor fix it from the last time it slid haphazardly down the wall to settle at more of a acute angle with the thick throw of your carpet. Because of this, you were easily able to catch the sudden movement beyond the curl of your bare toes.

Black sock clad feet framed the natural slope just beyond your heel, a familiar pair of arms locking easily across your waist. You hummed as feathery soft tendrils tickled at your neck while chapped lips sponged at your shoulder.

You continued to fiddle meticulously with the clasp of your watch, murmuring fondly, “Miss me?”

“Always,” Yoongi grunted against your skin, the thick vibration of his timbre eliciting goosebumps that ruined your indifferent disposition. His grip on you tightened when you leaned for the dresser to deposit your watch and bracelets with the remaining disarray of your jewelry. He anchored you against his stout torso as if your figure would disappear into the carpet below if his palm released any pressure on your stomach.

The gentle tune in the back of your throat died with a fond flutter as you swallowed, tucking your chin to your chest as you pressed your thumbs against the undersides of his wrists. That was enough for his palms to roll, gladly accepting the lace of your fingers over his knuckles as his chin slotted to the dip in your shoulder. When you tore your gaze away from his pale skin clutching at your own, you found him already staring at you through the mirror.

Yoongi was silent, watching you quietly as you bit the inside of your cheek, an attempt at clawing away the sudden aggressive thrum to your heart. His obsidian rich eyes stunned you into putty, particularly when his lips tugged into a toothless smile. But then did his gaze leave yours, soft gaze ducking under crescent shaped eyelids as a light pink dusted his cheeks.

Instead, he preoccupied his lips by sponging a kiss to the side of your neck. “Do you always look at me like that?” He inquired lowly, the vibrato of his tone etching just outside the shell of your ear.

Your mouth ringed subconsciously, drawing in a sharp breath as you lightly squeezed his palm. “Like what-” You nudged him lightly with your elbow, “-with my eyes?”

His hands slid from yours, falling flat across your waist as he slowly rotated you to face him. You took pride in the continue flush to his skin even past the pointed glare through his eyelashes as his chin tilted. Tongue in cheek, he released the tension in his shoulders as he sighed, “You know what I mean.”

Embarrassed and shy Yoongi was a treasure, yet, you genuinely were unaware of his reference seeing as you’d done nothing but unattractively struggle with your watch before glancing at him through the splotched glass of your ten dollar mirror. Amused, you lightly drew the back of your knuckles to rest against his cheek, “No, I don’t. But you’re blushing-”

He swiftly tucked his fingers around your own, securing your hand into a ball that he drew back against your side. When his gaze returned to yours from the trek of his actions, your next playful retort died into the cavity of your chest. There was something deeply emotional, void of any amusement yet stuffed full of a confusion meshed in fond.

Yoongi had definitely never looked at you like that before.

“I hardly think I deserve for you to look at me like that,” He confessed after a moment. His eyes trilled from your own as he continued to speak, “Like every ounce of love and affection you have rooted in that much too big heart of yours rests solely on me.”

You were frowning now, “You know I love you-”

“I know,” Dark eyes flicked back to your own, yet it was his articulation that stole away your breath this time, “Sometimes, I just don’t know why.”

Your mind reeled for a split second before you were scoffing. Lightly, you placed your palms against his shoulders and pushed. “Sit down,” You deadpanned, eyeing the tangled mess of sheets perched at the end of the mattress.

His step back was hesitant through his gurgled protest of, “-what?”

“Yoongi,” Another muted step back and he was watching you carefully under tousled blond. You sighed shakily, your emotions catching in your throat as you whispered, “Sit down. Please.”

Pouted pink lips drew into a thin frown as he shuffled backward, perching delicately atop the unflattering mess of white sheets and the black duvet. His legs involuntarily swung to cross at the knee, hands folding across the exposed bit of skin from his ripped jeans. You didn’t speak, simply shaking your head as you placed his hands in his lap, gently nudging his legs flat so you could clamber rather ungracefully into his lap.

“What are you-” His inquiry died when his hands lifted to steady you, clammy palms catching on your skin just underneath the hem of your blouse. He allowed you to settle yourself so that your eyes were just above his before he spoke again, voice trembling, “What are you doing?”

You were shaking your head again, placing your index finger against his pursed lips. “Hush,” You scolded, taking the opportunity to swipe a kiss to his suddenly wrinkled nose, “I have some things to tell you.”

“I don’t need you to-”

You kissed Yoongi’s mouth this time, a chaste peck that had him chasing after your mouth with another unintended pout. Your teeth cut sharply into your bottom lip, suppressing the unabashed giggle that threatened to escape. “I suppose I’ll start with that,” You hummed, poking happily at his rolled bottom lip, “Your stupid pout. I love it. Have I told you that before?”

“I-”

You delicately danced the tip of your fingertips up the rise of his cheeks, sliding your fingers happily through the soft locks of hair just beyond his red tipped ears. “I love you hair too. The black and the mint and the blond. All of it. I wish you’d let me play with it more.”

“You can do whatever you want.”

You ignored his comment, “What about your cheeks? Have I told you how much I want to just squish them sometimes? I love how squishable they are. Especially when you’re being grumpy about something.”

Yoongi was clearly trying to suppress an embarrassed smile at this point, tongue returning to the sanction of his back molars as your hands continued their downward spiral to rest on the crook of his shoulders. Your eyes weren’t on his, yet instead focused on the elegant dip in his porcelain skin just under the off center collar of his t-shirt. Your thumbs pressed into the junction of his collarbones, prepping yourself with an exaggerated intake of breath, “I love your body, too. Your stupidly great legs and your stupidly tiny waist and your stupidly comfortable tummy. All of it.”

Past a thick swallow did he attempt to choke, “What, are you only with me for my-”

The flick of your eyes cut him off, drowning the sarcastic response with the embarrassment that immediately flooded from him. You were looking at him like that again, the bright adoration filling him to the very core with warmth, content, happiness.

He still wasn’t sure he deserved it.

“But most of all, I love you,” You felt the tears springing behind your eyes as your grip faltered against the cotton of his shirt. “I love that when you get embarrassed you do that thing with your tongue and your hands on your neck. I love your silly little dances and those cute noises you make when you get overly excited about something. I love when your face scrunches up because I know you’re not actually mad.”

“I love your heart. I love how much you absolutely adore and care for everyone around you, how accepting you are. I love how incredibly intelligent you are, how calculated you are with your words, how that transcends into your unbelievable work ethic. I love how passionate you are, at home, in the studio, on stage, all of it.”

You beat him to the sudden part of his mouth, overlapping whatever speech was about to emit with a gentle hand to his jaw. You didn’t recognize the tenderness that leaked with your words, your speech so faintly soft that it wouldn’t have been decipherable if it weren’t for your intimate proximity.

“Every single part of you deserves to be loved and I’m thankful everyday to be the one that gets to remind you of that.”

A startled oomf! fueled by the breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding emitted as you were crushed against Yoongi. You recovered, easily looping your arms around his neck to bury your face against the crook of your elbow and his shoulder. His arms bracketed your waist, anchoring you to him as he had not fifteen minutes ago in front of that stupid mirror.

“I love you so much,” His voice muffled against your skin, lips pressing to every piece of skin he could reach. You revealed in the affection, happily allowing him to pull back to cup your cheeks and shower them with delicate presses of his mouth. His cheeks were still flushed hot as he paused momentarily to properly look at you, thumbs easily casting away the fraction of unwanted tears that tracked the slope of your nose. The slightest sliver of a smile developed past the unabashed glimmer in his own irises, “This doesn’t change my mind, though.”

You frowned at him to which he was grinning fully now, teeth and gums and crinkles and all.

“I definitely don’t deserve you.”

You glowered at Yoongi, folding your arms tightly to your chest under the bend of his elbows as he continued to cradle your face. “I guess I forgot something,” You huffed, poking your tongue out at him.

“What?”

“Your stupid gummy smile. I love it. I can’t be mad at it. Or you. It’s infuriating.”

“So you are only with me for my looks-”

“Min Yoongi-!”

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