So this came to mind as we walked around Hanock Village in my current home town. All these events are things actually seen at this tourist destination. Enjoy!
Summary: At a tourist destination, you again get a little jealous of Tae and his girlfriend. Can you convince Yoongi to be cute once again? Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader/Suga Words ~2,300
“You look like an idiot,” Yoongi made a face at Taehyung
when his friend stepped out from the dressing room. Tae was in a traditional
hanbok: a sky-blue robe with gold embroidery and a tall black hat tied with a
ribbon under his chin. He stepped down the steps toward Yoongi, grinning like
the fool he was accused of being.
“Don’t be jealous,” Tae scoffed, turning to look at himself
in the mirror provided. “I make this look good.”
Yoongi shook his head, but he didn’t say any more. Instead,
he turned to you and rolled his eyes before he plopped on a nearby bench. You
had to admit that Tae looked this side of ridiculous, but he was also cute. Taehyung
was right; he could make just about anything look good.
Tae’s girlfriend stepped out from the other dressing room.
She was also in a traditional hanbok, sky-blue with gold embroidery. Yes. The
two of them matched. To be completely honest, it was adorable, and when Tae
twirled her around to see her whole dress you felt a twinge of jealousy. Why
were they always so stinking cute?
The four of you had travelled to Jeonju to visit Hanock
Village, a part of the city that was preserved with traditional buildings and
food. People came to dress in hanboks, eat the street food, and visit the
gardens; basically, get a general feel for traditional Korean culture. It was
one of those places you visited every few years because that’s what everyone
did. It was the Korean version of a Renaissance Festival.
You had been excited to go when Yoongi mentioned it. You had
forgotten that couples liked to dress in matching hanboks and walk around with
selfie sticks and take many cheesy pictures. Of course, Tae and his girlfriend
would dress in matching outfits and be adorable together. Those two kids lived
to be silly and cute on a twenty-four-hour basis. It irritated you to think
The two of them already had the phone on the selfie stick
and were taking pictures in the hanbok rental shop. They were having so much
fun you felt the twinge of jealousy spike through you again. You glanced over
at your boyfriend, sitting on the bench with his arms crossed, also watching
Tae and his girlfriend. Before you even thought to ask him, he said, “No.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you frowned at him. You couldn’t
picture yourself wearing matching outfits with Yoongi anyway. You guys had
never done the couple things like matching shoes or t-shirts. It had never
crossed your mind before. Somehow, however, watching Tae and his girlfriend in
their giddiness and silliness was eliciting a desire to try it. Why couldn’t
you and Yoongi be cute?
“You were thinking it,” he said, his eyes moving up to meet
yours. “I could hear your brain working from over here.”
“You think I want to be cute like that?” you scoffed,
motioning toward the selfie taking fools. “They look like idiots,” you parroted
what he said from earlier.
“Yep, they do,” Yoongi said, standing up from the bench. His
leather jacket over a grey turtle neck and ripped jeans was as far away from a
traditional hanbok as was humanly possible. He looked fine as hell, and you
wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he was already walking away. “C’mon
guys, let’s get this over with.”
You shook your head and rolled your eyes, your desire to hug
him now a desire to punch him in the face. You followed him out of the rental
shop, hearing Tae and his girlfriend’s giggles behind you. You jogged a few
steps to catch up with Yoongi.
He took your hand as you walked up the street, causing you
to smile. He could be a grumpy ass, but he was your grumpy ass. There were
specific reasons you liked him, and his fight against being cute went along
with those. You didn’t have to wear matching hanboks; just holding hands was
enough for you.
So you thought. The two of you were pulled into an accessory
shop with many sparkly hair adornments and jewelry. Tae’s girlfriend was oohing
and ahhing over everything. You glanced through the earrings, but nothing
struck your fancy.
Tae’s girlfriend was showing him a bracelet that matched
their outfits. Tae was looking at her with such adoration you knew he was going
to buy that damn bracelet for her. From what you knew about their relationship,
he had a hard time saying no to anything she asked. It was good she treated him
well, otherwise you’d have to tell her what was what. Right now, Tae was giving
her a back hug, looking over her shoulder at the bracelet and asking if she
wanted him to buy it for her. She kept saying no, but when she put the bracelet
down, Tae snatched it up and took it to the register.
You walked over to look at the bracelets. They were really
pretty. You picked up a simple black and white one, very little bling; subtle
and pretty. It was right up your alley. You glanced around for Yoongi to get
his opinion on it. You jumped, startled that he was as close as he was, at your
elbow. He was watching Tae buy the bracelet nearby. He looked down at you still
holding the bracelet in your hand.
“It’s pretty,” he said.
“It is,” you agreed. You would never ask him for it.
“You don’t need it,” he said, taking it out of your hand and
putting it back. “You’re pretty without it.”
You knew that he just didn’t want to buy you the bracelet,
but the smile in his eyes told you he was telling you the truth. He thought you
were pretty without the bracelet and you suddenly didn’t want the bracelet.
You followed Tae and his girlfriend out of the shop. They
asked you to take a picture in front of a cool looking garden waterfall, so you
did, trying not to be envious of the way he rested his cheek on her head, or
the cute poses they were doing. You had a good relationship with Yoongi. You
didn’t need all that cute in your life. You’d barf.
However, twenty minutes later you had passed a dozen more
couples in matching hanboks, a group of boys dressed in girls’ hanboks, and
even whole families in matching hanboks; you wanted to wear a matching hanbok
with your boyfriend desperately at that point. The two of you stood at an
intersection, waiting while Tae and his girlfriend took a selfie video tour of
the street. As the thirteenth couple in matching outfits passed by you looked
at Yoongi, your face an open plea.
“No,” he said to your unasked question.
“Pleeeeasse,” you whined. You wrapped your arms around his
waist so he couldn’t run away from you. “Just for a little while.”
“They look like idiots,” he repeated for the twentieth time,
pointing at Tae and his girlfriend.
“They look like they’re having fun,” you countered, with a
Yoongi sighed. “When did you decide cute was a thing you
wanted to do?”
“Not all the time,” you told him. “But we came all the way
here to Jeonju. We should get the full experience.”
“You have been experiencing it,” he reminded you, but the
look on his face told you that you had already won.
“Yoooongggiiii,” you whined again, rocking side to side, your
arms still tight around him. He said your name in a similar manner, squeezing
you back, unable to hide his smile. He pressed his nose against yours for a
second before stepping away from you.
“I have conditions,” he stated.
“Oh boy,” you sighed under your breath.
“We’re renting black hanboks. Black. No flowers.”
“And I’m carrying a sword. I saw one at the rental shop. I’m
renting that with the outfit, too.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
“I am not,” he said, jabbing his finger at Tae, “wearing a
hat like that. My snapback stays on my head.”
You didn’t like that one, but otherwise this was going well
so you nodded again.
“And we’re renting a scooter because I’m tired of walking
“A scooter is not part of the traditional experience,” Tae
said before taking a sip of the fruity iced drink he just bought at a food
Yoongi looked at Tae’s drink, then back at Tae, but Tae just
stared at him blankly, not getting the hint. “What?” Tae asked.
Yoongi shrugged, shaking his head, then holding his hand out
for you to grab a hold of. “Come on.”
He let you pick out the outfit for him. It was black and it
had red and white flowers; Yoongi had to acquiesce that condition because they
all had flowers on them. However, standing there, seeing him in a full
traditional dress, with a black snapback and a sword at his hip, you couldn’t
help but smile. He looked so cute and so hot at the same time you couldn’t help
but wonder at how he was yours.
Your hanbok was mostly red with black and white on it,
obvious enough that the two of you matched. The smile on his face as he walked
with you to the scooter rental place gave away that he wasn’t truly unhappy
about wearing the outfit. You were pretty sure it was because the sword made
him feel like a bad ass, but the specifics didn’t matter. You got him into a
hanbok that matched yours; you were so excited he was willing to be cute with
At the scooter place he noticed a bike that pulled a little
tented seat behind it. He eyeballed it, then looked at you with a smirk. You
took a moment to picture yourself on the bike, pulling a sleeping Yoongi along
with you. He would love it.
It was your turn to say, “No.”
The two of you got a two-person scooter and he proceeded to drive
you all over the village, honking the horn every chance he got. Tae and his
girlfriend had let you borrow their selfie stick, so you were happily snapping
pictures of the two of you whenever possible. You were glad to see Yoongi
genuinely smiling in most of them.
There was about ten minutes before you were supposed to meet
the other two for dinner at the pre-agreed upon restaurant. Yoongi took the
scooter to the top of a hill where you had a gorgeous view of the village.
There were a few people up there, but it was mostly deserted. He parked the
scooter, took your hand, and walked you over so you could both lean on the
railing and look at the village.
The sun was setting and the lights in the village were
turning on one by one. It was quite peaceful and beautiful to watch. You leaned
your head against Yoongi’s shoulder and you felt him tilt his head against
yours. “Thank you for putting up with my stupid requests,” you found yourself
“They aren’t stupid,” he replied. You felt his finger hook
some of your hair behind your ear. You snuggled closer as he put his arm around
you. “They’re kinda silly, but not stupid.” He sighed. “I don’t mind silly.
Sometimes I do, but times like this I don’t.”
“Well, you look very handsome in your hanbok,” you nudged
him with your elbow.
“You always look pretty,” he replied, turning and kissing
the top of your head. “No matter what you wear.”
“You’re so freakin’ cheesy,” you said, glad it was dark and
he couldn’t see you blush at how much you loved the compliment.
“I’m cheesy?” his tone was incredulous and you felt him pull
away to look at you. “You’ve got me in a matching hanbok and taking selfies…and
“Yes you,” you grabbed him around the waist again, pulling
him close to you.
“I’m just telling the truth,” he said. “I always think
“Even without makeup?” you fished.
“Especially without makeup,” his eyes sparkled in the
“Even when I’m a mess?” you fished again.
He kissed your forehead, murmuring his reply into your hair,
“Especially when you’re a mess.”
You wanted to stay there like that, on the hill overlooking
the village, wrapped in his arms, wearing ridiculous outfits, and just
breathing each other in. These were the moments that reminded you of why he was
yours. As grumpy or stingy as he could be, he loved you and always had the
words to prove it.
But you had to meet your friends. Tae’s girlfriend would
freak out if you were too late, so the two of you headed back to the scooter
reluctantly. You were hungry, but alone time with Yoongi was more filling than
food ever could be.
After you were seated on the scooter, Yoongi stopped and
stared at you. He stared a long time. You started to get uncomfortable. “What?”
you asked, running a hand through your hair.
“You’re pretty without it,” he said cryptically.
“I said you’re pretty without it,” he reached into the folds
of his hanbok, bringing out a closed fist. “But I knew how much you wanted it.”
He took your hand and slid something onto your wrist. The bracelet you had
admired a few hours ago. He must have bought it when you were taking pictures
of Tae and his girlfriend.
“Yoongi,” you breathed. “How are you so sweet?”
“I was born that way,” he replied, getting on the scooter in
front of you. “But above all, remember one thing,” he said over his shoulder.
“I may be handsome and sweet and at time silly,” he nodded along with his own
words. “But I am not, and never will be….” He started the scooter up and drew
his sword as he pulled away from the top of the hill. “….cute!”
Hanbok shopping with my sis in law today…. She’s been so nice to me it’s kinda amazing. I’m not into this whole wedding thing but it’s cool hanging out with her. The shop we went to only hand one hanbok in my size (I’m 5’11”) and I can’t imagine what plus size girls do in korea… They didn’t have my shoe size (I’m a 10 to a 10.5) so I’m gonna have to cram my feet into a size 9.5 haha oh well…we r lucky they even had that size… My SIL is also a 10 and she was pretty sure we wouldn’t be able to find shoes but a 9.5 is good enough for a 30 min ceremony… I can endure it…
After shopping (which took 10 min since our choices were limited) she took me out for sashimi and then I bought us some bingsu(shaved ice).
She also gave me the portable hard drive she ordered for me…. I mentioned to her that my computer was so slow cuz the hard drive was so full and that I was gonna need to buy a portable hd soon (because I’m studying programming) and so she just bought me one! So nice!! It’s really pretty too~