four season;s || bts x mamamoo

[pink;]

[pink;]

jinbyul nobility!au

"She blushed like the moonlight, and once again, my feelings ignite." - Dhawal Barot

Pink is Kim Seokjin's favorite color.

More specifically, the very pink that flushes across the apples of Moon Byulyi's cheeks whenever he flirts with her.

"You're looking beautiful as ever, my darling," Seokjin winks before pressing a kiss to the back of Byulyi's hand. A fragrant scent wafts past his nose from the action. Has she put on perfume for tonight? "That dress looks stunning on you."

"Fuck off," Byulyi grumbles, pulling her hand away from his grasp the moment his grip loosens up. Despite her expression of supposed displeasure, the innocent pink that colors her face is all too telling and Seokjin can't help but grin happily at the sight. "Go ruin some other girl's night, Kim."

Seokjin tsks. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I were to engage in conversation with other women without you on my arm? You know I only have eyes for you, my love."

"You-" Byulyi sputters, blushing once again in that pretty manner of hers before she storms off with a huff of embarrassment and soon disappears into the crowd of nobles beginning to fill up the grand ballroom.

Seokjin smirks. It's fine, he can simply chase after her later. She always manages to find her way back to him one way or another by the end of the night. For now, he needs to finish greeting the rest of his guests.

"Yah."

"Yah?" Seokjin raises his eyebrow at the familiar voice that sounds from behind as he turns around, arms crossed. "Jeon Jungkook, did I just hear you call me without any honorifics? Do you want to die?"

Said boy crosses his arms with a pout, his biceps looking dangerously close to bursting through his tailored suit. He's definitely hit another growth spurt since Seokjin last saw him. "Stop flirting with my sister."

"Who said I was flirting with your sister?" Seokjin sniffs, shamelessly feigning ignorance and choosing to instead quickly scan the crowds to try and pick out the silver-blonde head of hair bobbing amongst the masses. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jungkook gestures to the empty space next to him where Byulyi had been standing moments ago with an annoyed huff. "I was here the entire time, you blind old man. Leave Byulyi noona alone."

"It's not my fault she's so irresistible," Seokjin purses his lips. "And who are you calling old man?! Why would I ever notice a shrimp like you when someone like Byulyi exists on this planet?"

"I've beat you in our arm wrestling matches for the past two years, you can't call me a shrimp anymore," Jungkook protests. "And you shouldn't mess around with her like that, hyung. I know you only do it because you like the reaction she gives you. Just because she doesn't swoon at the sight of you like most of the other women here doesn't mean you should play around like that. Namjoon hyung said the public will think you're some sort of playboy and that it'll give you a bad reputation."

"Namjoon should worry about himself first, I think his mother's convinced he's sexually attracted to books instead of people with how often he's in the library," Seokjin snorts. "And I'm not a playboy if I'm only chasing after one woman, I don't see the problem with openly expressing my affections to your sister."

"The problem isn't in why you're pursuing Byulyi noona, it's in how you're doing it." a newcomer's bored voice interjects. "Hyung, I've already told you before, don't send invitations for events like these to our main residence. The moment my mother finds out about them, she forces me to show up and attend these ridiculous things."