Yoongi x Blind!Reader

Blue Rose

His voice was all she wanted to listen to. It was later found out that said artist was known as Min Yoongi. She'd never met him or seen his face before. Y/N, a young girl in college, is blind. She paints by whatever memory she has, hoping it looks decent while blasting Yoongi in the background. Y/N needed more research on Yoongi and asked her translator to create a book for her in braille. He obviously had no problem with the idea since she hardly did anything and it gave him something to do. It took about one week but she finally got everything. In complimentary to doing so, she even got an audio profile on the man.

Min Yoongi, also goes by Suga or Agust D, was a famous idol. Y/N only knew a couple of his songs, but the fact there was so much more made her squeal with excitement. She immediately had special profile just him or anywhere his voice was in. The music folder ended up being big, but that didn't bother anyone.

So there she was, standing in an empty classroom. She, hopefully, stood in front of the canvas, listening to the lyrics blare in her ears. Y/N didn't rely on hearing, only touch. Even if she did have amazing hearing, her touch told her everything. Dipping her fingers into the faints, she touches the canvas with her clean hand and began painting. No, Y/N had no idea what color she was using. It could be red for all she knew.

Concept of time was nonexistent for Y/N. She could be there for hours an never know. Sure, her feet would eventually become sore and her back would hurt, but that never stopped her. She had a faint idea of what her picture looked like, but nothing was positive. For all she knew, it could be on giant mess.

Suddenly, 5 songs in, someone is tapping her shoulder. She jumps in shock and quickly moves away, facing towards the person who touched her. She could hear a small mumble, but the earphones prevented her from hearing much. Holding up a finger, she reaches out and gently touches her canvas. Searching around, Y/N finally finds her rag and wipes her hands before removing the earphones.

"I'm sorry, what?" Her voice was elegant and smooth, the complete opposite of what she thought she looked like. The person clears their throat and just barely touch her shoulders, softly turning her around.

"I said, sorry for scaring you." The voice made Y/N stop. She frowns, not even noticing the hands move away. For what she assumed to be his face, her gaze was piercing. Y/N could sense how close he was, which wasn't very, and where he now stood.

The voice. She would recognize it anywhere. The same deepness, same scratch, the smooth velvet words, everything was exactly the same. No, it couldn't be him. The college was hidden very well and hardly known. How could he possibly be here? It wasn't him.

"No problem." She smiles. "What can I help you with?" She could hear fabric move but the person never walked away.

"Well, I was going to ask- Um? Are you listening?" Y/N blinks, realizing she probably looked ridiculous. His voice made her melt, there was no way she could not swoon. Nodding, he continues. "I was going to ask if you knew where the music room was... but that would be a bit inappropriate, wouldn't it?" He was clearly awkward. Y/N giggles and shakes her head.

"Of course not. That's actually upstairs. The music room should be directly above this one. This is the arts floor." She hears him hum, clicking his tongue in thought.

"That's what I thought. By the way, your painting." She winces internally and gives him a sheepish smile. Before she could comment, he beat her to it. "It's beautiful. Wrong colors, but beautiful either way. You tried painting roses, didn't you?" Y/N was shocked.

"You... Can see it? Really? And you think it's pretty?" She asks in astonishment. He chuckles and she hears footsteps. No doubt he stood closer towards her painting to look at it.

"No, not pretty. Beautiful. Granted, you aren't the best, but I can see what you're going for and it's amazing. I think the weird variation in color suits it. By the way, Roses aren't blue and the sky isn't normally black." Y/N stood for a moment, smiling widely.

"Really? Then, what color are they normally?" There was silence. Y/N tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. "Still alive or did you suddenly stop breathing?" He chuckles in amusement.

"Nope, still alive." She nods with a grin. "You've never seen color before?" Y/N shakes her head, no. "Then I guess telling you the color won't make much of a difference, will it? You still won't know." He chuckles again.

"Yeah, you're right. Why don't you try explaining it to me? Just a fair warning, no one has had much success. Apparently, explaining colors is a difficult thing to do." Y/N comments, touching a table behind her. She gently leans against it, waiting patiently with a smile. The man sucks in a deep breath, humming in thought.

"Which do you want to hear?"

"Any color. Surprise me." He sighs and she hears him shuffles. There was a creek and she feels him also lean against the table. They were very long table/desks for the students.

"Alright, let's do red. Red is the color you feel when you first hear him. The color you feel when your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and when his touch burns your skin. It's the type of color that brings warmth, but not fully at bliss. The color of passion for him. It's the color you feel when you first snap at him. It's the color you feel when he lets you go for someone else. The color you feel when all you want to do is scream and punch anything near by. It's the color of agony as you cry, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, his touch suddenly burning, and the sound of his voice like hot coal. It's the color that can bring you great bliss or pain when you least expect it. It's... Red." There was silence.

Y/N was smiling widely, her eyes wide in awe. She could feel his eyes on her but neither said anything. They didn't move or make a sound, only sensing each other's presence.

"Yeah." Y/N finally speaks breathlessly with a single nod. "I can see that. Red. It's beautiful." She comments giddily. Y/N was excited. This was the closest she ever got to ever seeing colors and it was exciting. They would have continued to talk but the door suddenly opened. They both looked into the direction, the man actually seeing who it was.

"Y/N." A male voice spoke. Y/N breathes, leaning off the table. "It's time to go. You've been here too long. Your mother is worried." It was deep, but Y/N could tell he was old. The tone and maturity in his voice gave it away, though he didn't exactly know his face. Frowning, she nods and sighs.

"Seems I have to go now. Oh, I kept you from going to the music room!" He laughs.

"Don't worry about it." She feels her guide's hands smoothly handing her the walking stick. Before they could leave, she stops and spins around to face the room.

"W-wait, what's your name? I'm Y/N." She stutters, feeling her cheeks heat up. The male laughs, realizing himself they never actually introduced themselves to each other. She could hear him walk closer until he stood directly in front of her.

"Y/N, huh? Beautiful name. I would assume you know my name since you're listening to my music." Y/N's eyes widen and she stops, her breath hitches.

"Your- you mean to tell me- wait- your-." She stammers out, tripping over her own words. He holds onto her shoulders and she could sense him moving closer. Before Y/N could question him further, she felt a warm sensation on her cheek. She gasps, realizing it was his lips.

"See you later, Y/N." He whispers, slipping out of the door. She could still feel his hot lips against her cheek and it caused her heart to hammer.

"Yoongi." His name finally slips past her lips. However, he was already gone. Y/N let her guide walk her out of the college, remaining frozen in his hold. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding against her rib cage and she could clearly hear it in her ears.

The entire time, without even realizing it, she was talking to Min Yoongi...

And she was going to see him again.