bite sized — vlogger au
Summary: In which you’re a travel vlogger and your boyfriend Yoongi is the most camera-shy person you know.
409 words / based on
Yoongi’s goodbye cuts straight to a shot of your living room, otherwise known as a pre-travel warzone. It’s a habit of yours that has become known to your viewers each time you travel—everything has to be out in the open in order for you to not forget anything important. Like your passport, that one time.
“Alright so I’m just doing some last minute packing. I heard it can get pretty chilly in Bergen at night so I’m making sure to put heatpacks in. Yoongi and I are each bringing one carry-on size suitcase since we’ll be taking quite a bit of flights that don’t have free check-ins. Sucks, I know. We have to leave for the airport in about half an hour, so we’re all dressed and ready, actually, just need to sort this mess out. But anyway, I have something crazy to show you.”
Hearing your approach, Yoongi groans from his position at the sofa, and you laugh when he tries to fix his hair for the camera.
You turn the lens to face you as you smoothen out your brown locks. “I went to the salon this morning to get a trim and my boyfriend tagged along because, well, that’s what boyfriends do, but guess what…” You stop right by his head, camera closing in on the obviously grey mop that fell over his forehead. “Oh! You dyed your hair babe!”
He only chuckles sheepishly, still unused to the camera. One hand still self-consciously combing through his hair, the other reaches to grab the back of your knee. He needs an anchor.
“All twenty-three years of your life you’ve had hair as black as your heart, what made you change your mind?”
Yoongi smacks you for the insult, but you just laugh harder. “What do you mean black as my heart! This black heart managed to love you for four years so that says a lot. But yeah…” The cute, boyish grin comes back slowly, even stretching wide enough to reveal a bit of his gums. “I got grey hair. Had to bleach it twice in a day.”
“That’s terrible, I could never do that to my hair…”
“I wanted a new look for the trip. Do I look like a celebrity now?”
Smiling, you reach down to tidy his bangs for him, and his arm falls curled around his head, grateful for your touch. “Yeah,” you reply, “you’re my celebrity. Now get your ass off this couch and help me pack!”