BTS OneShot Collection

Pretty (NamGi) FLUFF

His long hair is going to be the death of me~

He looks like a warm god!

He looks how inner peace feels <3

Marry me!!

Namjoon couldn't help but chuckle as he read the comments that were being rapidly posted under his hyung's newest photos. He couldn't agree more. Yoongi's hair suit him so well, and he couldn't help but notice how much Yoongi seemed to enjoy his long hair as well. He'd seen him often twirling a strand around his slender fingers, running his fingers through the luscious locks, or even purposely messing it up just because he could.

It came to Namjoon's mind that Yoongi had probably discovered rather quickly that letting his long hair be disheveled drove ARMY wild. It had the same effect on him, though he hadn't been open to stating that yet. Namjoon was too busy enjoying all the positive attention his hyung was receiving. He was so happy to see any of his fellow members be showered in love and praise, and for some reason, he was extra joyful when it was Yoongi who was on the receiving end.

Maybe it was because of Yoongi's demeanor. Everyone knew that Yoongi often lost confidence in his own appearance but kept up the facade for cameras. Yoongi was much quicker to compliment their other members than accept nice words for himself. But Namjoon could see the effect these comments were having on Yoongi. Each time Yoongi would see the comments, a tiny smile would pull at the corners of his lips. He was flattered, and Namjoon knew he deserved to feel that way.

"Hyung, this is so wild." Namjoon didn't have to say it loudly, just using his casual tone as he and Yoongi were both in the living room, on opposite sides. Namjoon was sitting on a beanbag, relaxing with his phone in his hands.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor by their low coffee table. He had a notebook on the coffee table and a pencil in his hand, working on that nonstop grind of his. Each time he stopped writing to read over what he'd written or think through what he wanted to express, his hand would move up to his hair, feeling the softness of his long locks. "What's wild?" As soon as he turned his gaze to Namjoon, he saw the smile on his lips and phone in his hands and just knew what this was about.

Namjoon knew that Yoongi knew. It was written all over his expression, yet he wanted to say it out loud. Surely, his hyung wanted to hear it. "The way everyone is reacting to your new photos is wild. They all love the style." He knew he had Yoongi's full attention when he saw him get up from the floor and step across the room to him. "Everyone is in agreement that your long hair is dangerously pretty."

Seating himself on his knees beside the beanbag, Yoongi leaned over a little to view Namjoon's phone screen. "It's only longer hair. I never expected that such a small change would garner such a huge reaction, yet...I've been given so much praise for it."

"You deserve all the praise you're getting." Namjoon turned his phone a little to make it easier for Yoongi to see the screen. "Look at these comments. With only a small change, you've driven the whole world crazy."

Yoongi could barely look at the comments. Each time he saw them, it grew harder and harder to hold back how he felt. He needed to say it, and he knew Namjoon was the safest person to tell. "I feel pretty," he admitted with a tiny voice, feeling small and embarrassed. "My long hair makes me feel pretty."

"Hyung." Reaching over, Namjoon ever-so-gently touched Yoongi's beautiful hair with the tips of his fingers. "You are pretty. You've always been pretty." He knew Yoongi didn't believe that sometimes, but it was the truth. If there was only one thing in the world that would remain true for eternity, it was that Yoongi was pretty. "Your long hair only complements your already-existing beauty. And the world sees that."

It brought such a pleasant warmth to Yoongi's chest, as well as bashful pink to his cheeks, as he felt Namjoon's fingers begin to sift through his satin-like locks. "You're such a shameless flirt, Namjoonie-ah." That was no complaint though. How could Yoongi ever, in honesty, complain about Namjoon treating him this way?

"I'm only speaking the truth." As he relished the feeling of Yoongi's beautiful hair against his fingers, Namjoon watched his hyung's eyes close, his teasing lashes being perfectly splayed against his cheeks.

Yoongi felt like drowning in this feeling. The way Namjoon touched his hair with such care created a tingling sensation in his scalp that could drop him into a state of complete submission instantly. This feeling being given to him by Namjoon was more precious than the same feeling coming from anyone else. In this moment...

Yoongi felt so very pretty.

It only grew harder and harder for Yoongi to regain his independence and willpower as he felt a pair of lips press to the top of his head. All he could do was move both of his hands up to cover his face, so embarrassed that he was melting for Namjoon with such ease.

"How do you feel?" Namjoon knew his question was more like a tease. He knew how Yoongi was feeling; it was obvious. Anyone with adequate vision could see it. Holding back a chuckle as he only received a mumble in response, Namjoon asked again, wanting to hear his precious hyung's voice. "I didn't hear that, Hyung. How do you feel?"

Despite gulping and forcing himself to speak, Yoongi's voice came out tiny and weak. "I feel pretty..."

Namjoon stopped playing with Yoongi's hair and grabbed his hands with both of his own, gently moving them away from his face. "And you feel pretty because..." He paused for Yoongi to answer.

"Because..." Yoongi peered up at Namjoon for only a couple seconds before looking down, embarrassed and flattered. "I am pretty..."

"Good boy." That was exactly what Namjoon had wanted to hear. The truth. "Oh?" He watched as Yoongi pulled free from his loose grasp and grabbed one of his hands. As soon as his hand was moved back to his original spot on his hyung's head, Namjoon let out a light laugh and resumed playing with Yoongi's hair. And he could tell already...

He needed to do this more often.