YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN ON EARTH

YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN ON EARTH

This!

Re: Yoongi requests, get ready for the most annoying request in the world:

Literally anything, as long as he's wearing glasses. I'll take anything anything 🤓🥵🤓🥵

This was not the most annoying request at all. I am down bad for Yoongi in glasses. It always gives me either a daddy vibe or a soft vibe. I went with a soft, domestic vibe for this one! I hope you enjoy 🥰

→ Summary:  These types of evenings are your favorite: night in, rain against the window, and your boyfriend curled over a book, glasses sliding down his nose and hair mused.  

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Rating: SWF / no sexual content

→ Warnings: Yoongi is drinking a glass of wine?

→ Word Count: 

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: domestic, established relationship

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ faq 

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

Steam permeates the air as you step out of the shower, careful not to drip water all over the tile as you shut the glass door behind you. Yoongi hates when he comes into the bathroom to find you’ve dripped water everywhere, even if he won’t tell you he hates it.

Yoongi likes to suffer in silence like that.

Towel-drying your hair, you strain your ears to hear your boyfriend anywhere in the apartment. There’s no sound of the TV, no sound of music coming from the second bedroom where he works, and no record player on.

Sliding into soft pajamas and stretching your limbs, you steal a book from your dresser as you pad into the living room, determined to finish House of Hollow and learn all of the tucked-away secrets of the Hollow sisters.

A teakwood candle flickers on the coffee table. You realize that the TV is on – Yoongi has a fireplace on YouTube crackling for ambiance, the orange flames casting a warm aura into the room. Soft rain patters against the window, a soft percussion to the crackling melody coming from the tv.

You stop in the doorway to drink Yoongi in: feet in fuzzy socks, tucked under him. Folded limbs with a glass of wine balanced preciously on the arm of the couch. A blanket in his lap, with Holly pressed against his hip. Hair damp from his shower, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he flips the page of his book.

Best of all, his glasses are sliding down his nose. He doesn’t seem to notice, charcoal eyes focused on the words printed to paper, on the world pressed between pages for him to imagine.

It’s nice to see him like this. When his shoulders aren’t bunched near his ears with tension. He’s not biting his nails. He’s not hunched over his desk, empty water cup next to his mouth while a new cup of coffee steams, calling to him.

Lightning flashes and paints the world silver and purple for a moment, breaking Yoongi’s concentration.

Yoongi looks up. His glasses cling to the end of his button nose, and he looks at you over the square, wired rim.

“Hmm?” It’s a question as you break from your spell and move to join him. Holly senses your approach and lifts his head, blinking owlishly at you. “Move for momma, Holly.”

The dog listens, shifting down the couch to let you sink into the now warm spot. Yoongi tucks you into his side, an arm wrapped around you. He smells like his eucalyptus soap and a hint of mint toothpaste. Holly curls against your hip, going back to sleep.

Yoongi radiates warmth. Leans into you. Presses a firm kiss to your brow that leaves a tingle, all while his glasses almost dangle off of his cute nose.

“Your glasses are going to fall,” you laugh softly, reaching a hand to gently push them back up the bridge of his nose. “How can you read with them that far down your nose, hmm?”

“No wonder the words were a little blurry.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

He squeezes you closer to his side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes for a moment. It’s worthy of a picture, you and Yoongi pressed together with Holly at your side, a candle flickering in the warmth of your apartment, Yoongi relaxed, flushed and soft. The thunder is a soft roll of sound in the background of your evening.

You love Yoongi. More than words you can come up with. Words have always been his thing, even if he doesn’t say them directly. You pluck out the meanings in his songs, see the feelings between each constructed syllable and rhyme.

Yoongi also is good at being wordless. Picking up your dry cleaning when you’re running late at work, leaving a hot cup of coffee for you in the morning when he’s already gone, restocking the pantry because he noticed your favorite snack was gone.

Having him like this, dark eyes watching you and crinkling at the edges, is one of your favorite things.

“I guess I’ll keep you,” he muses, soft smiling appearing. “I like when you dote on me. Fixing my glasses, making sure my shoes are the same color, tying my ties.”

You hum in agreement. “I like when you wear your glasses.” You press a quick kiss to his lips and he sighs softly, delighted. “It just feels more like you.”

“I wear them so you can compliment me.”

“I compliment you all the time.”

“Maybe I’m greedy.”

“Glutton.”

“Only for you.” He grins, all gums and teeth before flicking the cover of your book. “What’s Iris Hollow up to these days?”

“Oh, you know. Confusion. Getting the creeps. Running from cryptids.”

“Let me know if it’s worth reading.” He settles back into his book, glasses sliding just a little down his nose again. You smile, cracking open your own book and wiggling further into his side. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You fall into silence, with nothing but the sound of the fireplace and the evening rain.

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HE IS EVERYTHING TO ME 

let me tell you that i am in love with min yoongi and nothing can change this fact from now…in love with him, his hands, his floof hair, his big heart, his handiness and his lil seom cutting boards TT