"do you like my hair, hyung?" namjoon asks, head resting in yoongi's lap as he slowly combs his fingers through, "i asked them to make it pretty and pink. just like you."
yoongi scowls down at him. "i do not turn pink."
joon sits up, lips inches away from his. smirking a little.

"you're right, you go red. i'll have to go back to the stylists and say they colour matched wrong."

yoongi clicks his tongue and shoves him back down. "i don't go red, either. and if i do it's only because every waking moment with you is an embarrassment."
namjoon grins, "sure."

he reaches up to try and push a stray hair behind yoongi's ear but yoongi bats him away, pointedly looking over his shoulder. his neck already turning pink and blooming red on his cheeks.

joon laughs. "you're so easy to fluster, hyung."

"it's just your stupid hair reflecting."

"so you really don't think you blush, at all? not when i talk about your pretty eyes, or your pretty long fingers. or how pretty you look, rosy between my th-"
yoongi reaches behind him, smacks namjoon around the head with a pillow, even his knuckles have turned pink. "stop it!"

yoongi isn't easy to overpower, he's stronger than he looks. so when namjoon pushes on his shoulder and gets him to fall flush on his back, hair pooled around his ears, he knows it's because he wants too. pink flush on his cheeks like flower petals resting on still water.

namjoon smirks, yoongi kicks him. it's half hearted.

"you've gone red."

"you try getting man handled, you big oaf."

namjoon wiggles his eyebrows. "oh? so you flush when you're manhandled?"

"i meant as in it's hot in here."

namjoon grins. "i think that's just you."

"god."

yoongi opens his mouth, probably to whinge some more, but namjoon cuts him off. "you never told me what you thought of my hair."

yoongi purses his lips. he reaches out gently and cups namjoon's jaw, still scowling, still not maintaining eye contact. "i love it, obviously."

namjoon snorts. "obviously."

"i love everything you do." he says, dead seriously. and then, quieter. "it's also the colour you had when we-." he cuts himself off.

namjoon frowns. "when we?"

yoongi goes red. "started hooking up."

namjoon blinks. "oh, yeah." he hadn't realised.

namjoon touches his hair absentmindedly. "was it pink then?"

"yes." yoongi answers quickly. very firmly.

"wasn't it mint?"

"no, it was before the fire music video, the first time you kissed me it was pink." yoongi looks down and fiddles with his rings. "i remember very well."

namjoon snorts. "the unspoken assumption there is i don't remember, then."

"you don't." yoongi shrugs. "you're confusing it with the first time we made out /on set/. totally different. we first kissed in yours and jungkook-ah's bedroom."

namjoon hums. "oh yeah, huh."

"but because you're perpetually horny, you only remember the exciting, public places kissing." yoongi tuts, "because you only want me for my body, obviously."

"obviously." namjoon nods, still smiling. a little dopey. "your pretty, pink, body."

"you're obsessed with me."

"yes."

yoongi huffs and squirms underneath him, but it's all for show. pretending that he doesn't love praise. it's like namjoon's words are a flame and yoongi is paper, at mercy to do nothing but slowly curl around the edges into namjoon's body.

joon leans down and runs his thumb over the plush of yoongi's bottom lip, hooks it just where his lips part. yoongi's tongue pokes out, pink like his cheek, and automatically licks the tip.

namjoon grins, leans down and kisses the words into his mouth. "my pretty, pink hyung."

thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

the visual of what i was talking about !! https://twitter.com/raspberryoonjin/status/1390308949845479424?s=20