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paint by number ; min yoongi

you have a free day without him, and this is what you do...

↬  pairing ┇  domestic idol!yoongi x gender neutral reader

↬  genre & rating & warnings ┇  floofity floof floof, g, none!

↬  word count ┇  just over 500

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It was one of those days you had all to yourself; no plans or expectations, except to enjoy yourself on this airy Saturday during the early days of summer.

You had finished all your paperwork last night. You turned off the wifi so you weren't tempted to look at your emails, instead turning on some music that rang out through your living room's sound system.

Yoongi had it fitted in when you both first moved into the place, stating he needed some ‘good quality music speakers’ for you to appreciate his ‘good quality music’ on. Both of you had lived here together for almost two years now. You had your space to do your work, and he had his space to do his, but the bedroom was a special room of the house you both shared, and when his schedule allowed him to be in the city, this is where you'd spend all your nights together.

For now, today was about you. You made yourself a quick mug of coffee before opening the patio doors, letting yourself out into your garden. The fresh air tickled your skin as you hummed. Carefully, you took out your easel and canvas from the store shed and set up your paints on a rotting wooden stool.

The canvas was a paint-by-number Namjoon had given you as a Christmas present a few months ago, that you had never completed since you had lost the corresponding paints. It depicted a lion in its habitat, so you figured it couldn't be that difficult to complete it with your own colour paints.

With the background music playing lowly from the house, and the birds singing in the midday sun, you felt yourself getting drowsy. Your coffee was cold, and the summer breeze engulfed you as you willed to finish the canvas.

As soon as you did (a couple hours later), your eyes fixated on the old cushion swing in the corner of the garden that had come with the house. You stumbled over to it, fighting your own tiredness, before splaying your body across it as it rocked you to sleep.

"Baby... y/n?" Yoongi's soft voice breaks you from your slumber, and you open your eyes groggily to see his face inches away from yours with a smile ghosting over his lips. The sky is still as bright a blue before you fell asleep in your garden.

You reach forward to close the gap between you and your boyfriend, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him softly. He pulls away shortly, "Hi. Your work looks beautiful."

You giggle when you see coloured fingerprints of paint littering his cheeks, looking down at your hands to see the same colours. You press your index finger to his nose as he squirms, finishing him off with a touch of red, "Thank you, Yoongi."

He lifts you off the swing, "You did it yourself?"

You laugh lightly, curling into his arms, "It's a paint-by-number."

"It's beautiful," he rubs his cheek on yours and you squeal at the feeling of cold paint on your face now, but the warmth of him near you keeps him close. ”Just like you.”

insomnia ; kim namjoon

it’s your first night away from him, and you just cannot fall asleep.

↬  pairings ┇  boyfriend!joon x gender non-specified reader

↬  genre ┇  pure fluff, some attempt at comedy, long distance relationship, crack sope ((;

↬  word count ┇  a little over 800 words

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Thunderous claps outside your window pulled you closer into the duvet of your bed, allowing your own body heat to be your source of comfort between the sheets. You burrowed your head into the pillow as the weather bellowed; rain gushing onto roof as if about to break through any moment.

You sighed defeatedly, almost hating the way you had grown accustomed to Namjoon’s presence beside you in bed: though your insomnia was still apparent on some nights, there was no doubt that you’d gradually fallen asleep much quicker with him in your arms every night.

Though after knowing him for some time now, the pair of you had only been together for a few weeks — the timing of your budding relationship worked in your favour as BTS were on their break. Unfortunately, coming back to the real world, he was an idol with work to do, which eventually meant time apart. This meant that on your first night away from him, your body had sadly succumbed to the previous insomnia he had stripped you of for many nights.

You sniffled into your sleeve, grasping around in the bed to find your phone which you clutch at desperately to bring to your face. The light scorches your eyes as you fumble to turn the brightness down. The clock reads some time past 2am. Some calculating in your head leads you to believe it’ll be about 12am for Namjoon in his time zone. You unlock your phone and go straight to his speed dial, pressing video chat.

It rings for less than a second before he picks up. “Hi, Jagi.” His voice is in whispers, quiet as if to not disturb. His blonde hair peeks out from his hoodie that he’s very comfortably sat in on the sofa, making him look incredibly soft and cuddly. He offers you a sweet smile, and you die at the sight of his dimples. “Can you turn the light on, please?”

You realise he can’t even see you from the depths of your duvet. With some effort, you wiggle to the surface, reaching over the bedside table to switch on an electric candle that illuminates the bedroom with soft ambience. “Hi, Joonie.” His eyes light up when he finally sees you, bed head and all. He notices the weariness in your eyes and the tired smile gracing your lips, and he can’t stop the thought that runs through his head saying he’s falling in love with you all over again.

“Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, and he fakes a frown, “I’ll keep you company until you do.”

“How come you aren’t in bed?” He flips the camera to the bed across the room, and your eyes narrow on two figures, one lying across the other.

“It’s Sope. They took the bed so I get the sofa.” Part of you wants to laugh; the other part is upset your boyfriend doesn’t even get a bed whilst abroad. Namjoon seems to notice your concern, “It’s just a mix up, don’t worry. They’re sorting it out for tomorrow night.” Your lips purse and his look softens, “Hey, don’t worry, it’s comfortable.” The statement was said with so much passion, you’d think he was trying to convince himself.

With tiredness, your eyes shut momentarily, “You’re lying, aren’t you?” He cringes inwardly.

“Is it that obvious?” You nod. “Dammit.” The short scowl that leaves his lips sounds like a lullaby to you.

“Namjoonie?” a low, gruff voice calls out. Your boyfriend hums in return, his eyes averting from the camera. “Shut up.” You snigger a laugh, identifying the sleepy voice as Hoseok.

Your boyfriend seems to ignore him, turning his focus back to you, “The show was really good, baby. We had a bouncy castle!” You can’t help but notice how childish his manner becomes, and the sparkle in his eyes when he expresses his happiness. You’ve never wanted him in your arms more, especially now as you felt sleep creeping up on you.

You smile back after an extended yawn, “No way. On the stage?” He nods energetically. “That’s crazy, babe.”

“Mm, it was.” Namjoon pulls his hood down to ruffle his hair up, and if you had any more energy in you, you’d take a moment to ogle at how attractive the action was. He notices your eyelids droop, “Then Jimin-ah built a spaceship.”

You nod some more, nestling comfortably under the covers, “We all got in it and went to Mars.”

“That’s great, baby.”

“Yeah. Then we got ice cream and went to the alien zoo.” You mumble more agreement terms, Namjoon’s smile spreading across his lips. “Jin hyung looked like one of the aliens.” You quietly dropped into a long awaited slumber.

“We left Kookie behind though,” he murmurs softly. By this point you were lightly snoring, and Namjoon was doing everything possible not to break out into laughter for both the sake of you and the members in his room.

He can’t resist screenshotting your cute face, before whispering to you and ending the call.

“Goodnight, baby.”

for you ; jung hoseok

after all these years, you're surprised to find out the extent he'd go for you.

↬  pairing ┇  husband!hobi x gender neutral / gender not specified reader

↬  word count + genre ┇  just over 500 words of pure fluff !!

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  i wanna marry hobi now ):

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It’s unfortunate that you leave work with a headache, surprisingly making it through blaring Friday night traffic without absolutely losing it. It feels like a blessing bestowed upon you by your ancestors when you arrive home, shuffling your shoes off with a sigh as you wearily drag yourself into the front room. Leaning against the doorway, you can’t help the smile that crosses your lips at the sight of the back of Hoseok's head: he's peacfully sat on the sofa, staring intently at what you can only assume is his phone in his lap. His caramel hair flops to the beat of the music that plays through his headphones. You were head over heels for your husband, and coming home to him waiting for you was nothing short of refreshing.

Trying hard not to make a sound, you walk around to his front, crawling over his lap and swiping the device from him; his cherry-vanilla scent welcomes you home. Hoseok mumbles something incoherent, but lets you lie across him without dispute, with your torso now across his legs, your feet at the other end of the sofa, and his phone in your hands.

Your eyes fix onto the screen, the glaring blue light doing nothing for your headache but increase your pain tenfold. Playing is a video of an earlier rehearsal, just your husband dancing passionately as his alias J-Hope. You smile, following his every movement; you’re so in awe that you focus only on the way his energy fuels him forward, until you squirm — Hoseok places the headphones on your ears. Your ears tune to find his voice, correlating with his moves that now hit each beat with such skill, though you can't recall the song.

"Is this a new song?" He shushes you, urging you to watch the whole thing. You hear whoops from other boys in the video but no one else dances or sings; it's just Hoseok, singing and rapping the whole song.

When the music finishes, the other members enter the back of the frame to clap and cheer. Your husband stands in position, out of breath, but gleaming. "Do you think they're gonna like it?" He asks Jimin, who approaches him to pat him on the back.

Your peer up at Hoseok to find he's already looking at you for approval, "It's beautiful. ARMY will love it.”

"It's for you."

You're taken aback, "For me?" He nods, and you simply tilt your head to push him for an explanation.

"This song, the choreography, I did it all myself. For you. Only for you. It's not being released or performed anywhere. Something just for you and I." The gasp that leaves your lips is quiet but audible. You can't hide the shock from the gesture, but you're overwhelmed with love for your husband.

"I love you. I love you, and I love this." You sit up onto his lap, your arms winding around his shoulders. "I can't believe you would do this for me." Hoseok chuckles as you begin to pepper trails of kisses all over his face; from his forehead to his cheeks (you pressed your lips to both) and to his neck.

His smile reaches his eyes as he glances down at you, "I adore you, Jagi. I'd do anything for you."

love you anymore ; kim taehyung

falling out of love is such a painful thing; telling him is even worse.

↬  pairing ┇ domestic!tae x gender neutral / gender non-specified reader

↬  rating + genre + warnings ┇ pg, total anGst, a break up, sad bbys ):

↬  word count ┇ drabble, just under 700 words

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇ u know what ,,,, i really thought id be awful at writing angst but im happier with this than my usual fluff

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“Mm, Jagiya?” Taehyung’s deep voice calls out to you as the door to your shared apartment clicks open. Your heart throbs at the nickname, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in what you refuse to acknowledge as regret. In the hallway, you hear your boyfriend shuffle his shoes off and place his belongings down.

Sinking into the armchair of your living room, you hope it would swallow you whole. “Ah, Jagi, I’m so tired.” He notices you slumped into the cushion and joins you, laying his head in your lap and stretching out his limbs, letting out a quiet groan.

You sigh. You allow yourself this moment — one last moment, with him.

“Today I was thinking about how much I love you,” he looks up to you, flashing you a childish smile that spread over his cheeks, “I don’t think I could love you anymore if I tried.”

“Taehyung-ah,” you call him under your breath. Your voice was shaky; no doubt he noticed the wavering tone as you avoided his eyes. He sits up abruptly, using two fingers to lift your chin gently from the ground, but your eyes still don't meet his.

“Jagi?” He’s concerned, and the way he snakes his fingers tenderly around your forearms almost makes you change your mind.

Almost.

Making up your mind, you close your eyes. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” You meet his gaze in enough time to see the moment his heart break, his eyes losing that sparkling glint you once loved and his lips falling into a frown you no longer wanted to kiss.

“Wh-what?” You rise and step away from his hold, and he subconsciously follows, leaning forward towards you, so you back away further. Taehyung’s arm stretches out to you, “Why? Please just stay and talk to me.” His voice is strained, like his throat is void of anything but emotion.

Fiercely, you shake your head, fighting back tears you knew would never spill. “I’ve made my decision.”

His expression quickly contorts from pain to jealousy, “Are you leaving me for him?”

Your eyes widen as you cock your head. “Who?”

“Jin,” he says with newfound spite, as if he wills for that to be the answer. “You're breaking up with me to be with him.”

“No, Tae, why would I ev-”

“Makes sense,” he scoffs, and the tone of his voice stings. You know it’s his defence mechanism but you can’t deny the pain his words inflict.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argue. “He’s my best friend!”

“I’m supposed to be your best friend!” He yells, though you’re unsure whether he meant to. An unknown fire fuels his eyes, and you’re surprised. You’re scared. This two-year long relationship didn’t have to end so sourly, but it wasn’t purely all your fault.

“I can’t be with someone that’s never here,” you mutter under your breath, but he catches it.

Taehyung massages his temples, screwing his eyes shut momentarily, deep in thought, “This is my job. This is my life.”

“Those are two different things, Taehyung.” You're trying. You're reaching; you told yourself you wouldn't. A helpless sigh leaves your lips, “There’s no him. There never was. It was always you. I fell in love with you.”

His eyes are low lidded, his expression weary, though you no longer feel the need to cup his face and console him, “Then what happened?” he whispers, as if he doesn’t even want the answer.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You don’t look up -- you can’t. You know what you’d do if you did, and you’d gone too far to go back. You didn't want to go back. There was no more regret: no more remorse for the man you no longer loved.

The pain in your chest is too much. You didn't know heartbreak was a physical pain, but you felt your heart sobbing more than you were in that moment.

You tune out his soft yet incoherent muttering, turning away from him for the very last time, swiftly grabbing the bag you pre-packed before heading for the door.

"Goodbye, Taehyung."

milkshakes ; jeon jungkook

sometimes all you need is him, milkshakes, and a late night catch up

↬  pairing ┇ pretty much platonic bestfriend!kook and gender neutral reader bc best friend jk just gives me this VIBE ↬  genre + rating ┇  pure fluff, g, not really romance? ↬  warnings ┇ some talk about reader’s weight so if that’s a sensitive topic for you please refrain from reading! ↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  there are now a hundred lil babies!! i knew i wanted to post something as a thank you for the support ( i hoped it was going to be a larger fic i’ve been working on more recently ) but instead i present to you this cute little drabble that’s been sat in my drafts collecting cobwebs since who knows when. thank you again !!xx ↬  word count ┇ around 1k

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It's an uneventful and lazy evening in your hotel room. You're draped across one of the comfortable chairs in the corner, scrolling through your uninteresting Instagram feed as your Spotify playlist quietly fills the room in hopes to feel less alone.

You check your notifications for the umpteenth time, sighing as the tray stares back at you blankly, taunting you: what, you think you have friends?

Though you knew for sure you had at least one; your trusty yet mischievous best friend since eighth grade, Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook was what you could describe as a handful and a half. His messy, overgrown hair and lopsided smile never failed to make your day just a little bit better. He’d poke your side and teasingly call you various names, and you’d grumble at him, telling him to respect his elders, even if you were only a few days older. You loved every moment you spent with him, and he was completely convinced you were platonic soulmates (he made sure to remind you of this every time he gave you a hug, whispering it into your ear and refusing to let go until you agreed with him).

Eventually, life run its course and had you taking extra classes at college before kick-starting your career, whilst your best friend was already working his way up the ranks of a growing law firm in the next town over. Even still, you came back to one another, seeing each other more often than not.

Currently you were angry at said best friend who had not been opening your Snapchat messages or answering your calls for the best part of the evening.

(11:44pm) you: kook you: hello you: are you serious you: i drive half an hour and cut two classes to see you you: and you just dont wanna show up you: i see how it is you: thats fine you: i’ll be on my way you: you absolute hOE you: 👋

(11:47pm) kook🥴: hey im at mcdonalds wht do u wnt?

(11:48pm) you: omg hes alive ?!?!?!? you: bring milkshakes pls you: also fries you: thx love you 💘💕💕💖💗💕 💘 💗

(11:51pm) kook🥴: luv u 2

It was now a little past midnight, though you weren’t tired in the slightest.

You open the door to reveal Jungkook, a grin spread across his lips and his face contorted into a derpy scrunch similar to the ones he'd snap you when he was bored. You let out a snort at the sight.

"Hi. I brought milkshakes."

You tug him in by his sleeve, "And chips?" He places the paper bag of food and the crate of cups on your desk before face planting onto the bed.

"Extra large." he mumbles into the comforter, and you grin, running to flatten yourself onto him. He groans at the weight when you press him further into the mattress, "Just like you."

You whack him with a pillow and he laughs, shoving you off the bed with ease and your body lands with a thud, "Seriously, you got so heavy."

Scrambling off the floor, you follow the deliciously enticing smell of old cooking oil to approach the food Jungkook brought, "Mm, it's because you keep feeding me all this crap."

"You ask, I deliver," he says, walking behind you and tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He peers down as you separate the chips from the bag, feeding one into his mouth and stuffing a few into yours. "Hey, I want more too."

Rolling your eyes at his whines, you elbow him in the chest and he bellows, retracing away from you to flop on the bed in fake pain. "Dying..... need... fries..."

Your music still plays in the background whilst you pass him a bag of fries, sitting across from him with your milkshake. Jungkook slumps on the headboard, wiggling his eyebrows at you and periodically shoving fries into his mouth.

Strawberry milkshake has never tasted so good you think, sipping at the drink and making faces of bliss at him.

“I’ll say it again; strawberry milkshakes are gross and you are scum!” The jarring thought that leaves his mouth abruptly shakes away your delight.

You hide your scowl and simply offer him a shrug, “Only one of those statements is true.” You watch Jungkook’s face as he contemplates a retort, giving him a smug glance when he comes up empty handed and results in a solemn nod. He licks the remnants of his banana milkshake off his lips before tipping the last of his fries into his mouth straight from the bag.

His doe eyes widen like they normally do before he begins a big story, “So do you remember when we egged Yoongi hyung at Jimin’s party in tenth grade?”

You giggle at the memory, “Yeah, from the stairs, and he thought Taehyung did it.” You vividly remember Yoongi scolding the pouty younger boy, “His mint green hair had yellow patches from the yolk and he had to redye it.”

Jungkook nods with a glimmer of childish trouble in his look, “Well, Namjoon hyung told him it was us yesterday and he was not happy.”

Your lips part and a moment of fear washes over the both of you before it’s replaced with laughter, the two of you doubling over the bed, “As if Yoongi would hurt a fly!”

It’s nearing 2am when the conversation dies down and the two of you take the first glance at the time. “Oh, shit,” Jungkook mumbles, “I have work tomorrow.” Both of your backs are now against the headboard, your figure slumped next to his. Your playlist had ended long ago and now only the late night silence engulfed the pair of you.

“Stay,” you mutter softly, fatigue swiping away your consciousness with every passing second, “Just leave early.”

Jungkook’s too tired to complain, so he obeys, tossing all your trash off the bed into the nearby bin and shuffling you both under the comforter, rubbing your arm and whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before falling asleep in tandem.

holly and ivy ; min yoongi.

since when was your definition of a perfect christmas a cosy night in with your cute neighbour and his dog?

↬  pairing ┇  neighbor!yoongi x gender neutral reader

↬  genre ┇  fluff, LOTS of min holly, not that much romance? they’re shy cuties, but lots of warMth

↬  warnings + rating ┇  a constantly distressed but very cute dog, totally g

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  happy holidays ! i hope you && your loved ones had a lovely christmas<3 here’s a very late little festive oneshot drabbly thing that i couldn’t manage to post on time bc i’m busy and unorganised && don’t trust my queue to post fics xx enjoy !

↬  word count ┇ just over 2k does this still count as a drabble?? is it a oneshot ?? uhh

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You shuffle inside, warmth engulfing you completely as you tap the front door closed with your feet, the impact shifting the snow off your boots and onto the doormat. Heaving your shopping bags onto the kitchen floor with a huff, you switch on the kettle and allow the blissful bubbling to invade the silence. The winter air no longer bit at your fingers from within the confines of your apartment, but you still refused to remove your scarf and gloves from your shivering body.

You start shoving away the groceries into the cupboards until pausing when you realise that you had, once again, forgotten to buy your beloved coffee grinds. With a groan of annoyance that mildly depresses your festive mood, you sullenly make your cup of hot chocolate (you do the best with what you can, right?) and move to the living area. This, plus a Christmas movie and the lights of the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner — minus your minor inconvenience, sounded like the perfect way to spend your Christmas Eve eve. You sip at your drink, your legs folded underneath you on the sofa and the soft velvet blanket Namjoon had bought you last Christmas sprawled over you in an extra attempt to conserve heat. Your thoughts and the background noise of Home Alone 2: Lost in New York playing on your TV are blissfully accompanied by the endless snowfall outside your window that seemed tamer now you were indoors, and the calming ambience of your warm abode.

After a couple of minutes, a crash sounds through the opposing wall, followed by incessant yapping, what sounded like intense scampering over vinyl floor, a possible yelp? (you’re unsure from which party) and some excessive cursing.

Guess your Christmas wish wasn’t coming true.

With his sleekly, black locks and brooding gaze, Min Yoongi was more often than not a noisy neighbour — though usually due to his inability to hear below the annoyingly loud decibels he played his music at, and not at all because of his adorable dog.

Holly was an absolute gem; a beautifully brown toy poodle with soft curls that tickled your skin when he came to visit. Though, his owner was not of many words — he came across as pretty introverted, pretty kind, and pretty quiet.  You’ve always wondered why a man so quiet owned a dog so loud (and played his music even louder).

It was not out of the ordinary for Holly to patter across the shallow, gated balcony that connected your apartment to Yoongi’s and tap at the glass door with his nose, whining solemnly until you let him in for cuddles and a dog biscuit, his sheepish owner slowly trailing behind after some time passes.

“Hey,” he’d mutter after you let him in from the balcony, wringing his fingers together anxiously.  Soft yapping from behind you both catches his attention momentarily. “Sorry about Holly.”

You trot back over to the sofa, the dog immediately hopping onto your legs. The toy poodle adored human affection, often residing to snuggle at any given limb whenever you see him. “It’s all good, Yoongi. Make yourself at home.” He gives you a court nod, walking past the both of you and disappears into the kitchen for a while, appearing five minutes later with a hot chocolate mug that he places into your hold, a coffee for himself, and a warm smile.

Yoongi settles next to you after you pat the empty space, carefully watching his dog fall asleep on you under the pretence of watching the movie. You chat idly with updates of your conversations from the last time he was here. He likes the way your eyes widen in disbelief when he tells you that your mutual friend, Jimin, dumped his long-term boyfriend, and you enjoy the way a smile spreads over his lips when you tell him about Seokjin’s latest cooking disaster.

After he sips the last of his drink, he’s quick to steal Holly away from your grip, silently thanking you for the company before sneaking back out the balcony. They’re only gone a mere few seconds before you miss them both.

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Following the commotion and the increase in volume in both Yoongi’s ignored commands and Holly’s barks of retaliation, you’re almost tempted to go see what the racket is.

Holly scrambles across the balcony, haphazardly sprawling on the ice and slipping around, barking madly at you in hopes to open the door. You slide open the glass, watching him scuttle in towards the heater, closing it immediately behind his tail as a few snowflakes drift in to your once cosy home.

The cute dog darts around erratically, his ears flapping wildly in tandem with his tail; you can’t tell if he’s stunned from being out in the snow or happy from the warmth of his new environment.

Holly then dives for your feet, his caramel curls tickling the skin exposed by your fuzzy socks. You pick him up with ease, taking both of you back to the couch and pulling the blanket over you.

“Hey, what’s up, buddy?” He stops yapping, nuzzling into your hold and you’re guessing he’s fatigued. After a couple of minutes, he’s out like a log and you lay him on the sofa, covering him with some of your blanket and petting him softly.

At the glass door is Yoongi, and luckily you’ve managed to open it just before he knocks. He catches your eyes with surprise, but then looks past you with relief as he spots his dog asleep. You pad over quietly, sliding open the partition whilst trying as hard as possible not to make any sound.

“Thank goodness,” Yoongi mumbles, walking over to Holly.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, inviting him silently. “What happened?”

Your neighbour sits himself on the edge of the couch, gently running his fingers through Holly’s softness. “He pushed over some of the presents I had wrapped and they smashed, so he got scared. I shooed him to one corner but then he left.” You nod, “I would’ve come earlier but I wanted to clean up before I brought him back.”

Threading your fingers through the dog’s luscious coat, you hum, “It’s no trouble, Yoongi.”

Yoongi swears his name has never been his name until you say it. He’d listen to nothing else in the world except you saying his name if he had to.

“We should go, though. Don’t want to impose on your Christmas Eve eve.” His weight shifts awkwardly between his feet, though he’s trying as hard as possible not to come across as awkward. You stifle a giggle at the sight that somewhat resembles a five year old with a small bladder.

“I’ve no plans, you’re welcome to stay if you’d like to.” You watch his inner turmoil, his decision making put into full drive as he considers giving up his plans to spend time with you. “Or maybe drop by tomorrow?” His childish mannerisms continue; his eyes light up as if he’s seen Santa. You’d never tell him, but you heard him on the balcony earlier hastily co-ordinating a night out tonight with his friends over the phone.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll do that.” Yoongi scoops Holly up into his grasp, the dog huffing gently in his slumber. “See you tomorrow, Y/N. Thanks.”

“Oh, and Yoongi?” He’s halfway out the balcony door when he turns to meet your gaze, “Bring your dog.” He chuckles, sends you a gummy smile that melts your heart before stepping out into the winter winds.

As the snow continues to fall outside, and a young Macaulay Culkin smiles up at the pigeon lady you still have doubts on, you grow hungrier and lazier; craving food but honing an inability to obtain said food.

Your neighbour couldn't have had better timing. There's a soft knock on the glass door that you almost mistake as the heavy patter of snow on a frosty Christmas Eve. Behind it stands Yoongi, his teeth chattering, with a box of mince pies in one hand and Holly held in the other. A grin plasters itself on his lips and you swear there’s no better sight than this.

The door threatens to suck out all warm air when you slide it shut after you usher in a shivering neighbour plus equally cold dog. Snow from their clothing that falls off onto the vinyl melts on touch as they inch further into your warm home. Holly’s long been set down, his paws clicking with every leap he makes away from the pair of you.

“I brought some food, I figured you had like movies or something,” It’s this moment where you realise how high school-esque this is of you, blushing at the boy next door’s attempt to make small talk. You nod through your shyness and direct the both of you to the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate?” Yoongi turns his nose up sourly at the offer. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“You don’t have coffee?” You mentally scowl as he reminds you of your incompetence.

You still your movements, almost pouting at the empty mug in front of you. “Forgot to get some,” you mumble lowly. Yoongi hides his smirk from you by looking at the artwork you have pinned to the fridge.

“It’s fine,” he says, “I’ll just have a mince pie.”

You can hear next door’s Christmas carols that Yoongi hums along to under his breath. It’s when you’re watching the back of his head bob to the beat that you realise how much you know about him but how much you don’t know him. You know what he studies, you know about his friends. But you don’t know his favourite album or how he even likes his coffee. When the kettle clicks off, your thoughts are switched off, and you let out a relieved sigh.

There’s an air of awkwardness that you were trying so hard to avoid, but you’re incredibly thankful Yoongi fills in the gap, “Sometimes I think you only talk to me for my dog.”

His assumption teases a snort out of you as you stir the drink, “Psh, of course that’s the case.”

“Yea— wait, what?” He turns to watch you toss the spoon into the sink, shrugging.

“It is what it is.”

Yoongi’s munching on his mince pie following you into the living area when you both see Holly swiping at your beloved and you squeal, immediately settling down your hot chocolate to swoop her up into your arms.

“What is that?!” Yoongi bellows, Holly bounding to be at his feet. “Is that a giant rat?!”

“No! It’s my sister’s cat!” The feline purrs loudly, still not happy with her newest company. Yoongi’s eyes narrow to see the white fluffball curled in your arms. He steps forward cautiously — much to Holly’s dismal, who whines defeatedly. His gaze flits up to meet your momentarily, though you don’t catch it, before settling on the cat’s beautiful ivory coat. Yoongi’s hand warily comes up to pet her, and once she doesn’t flinch, he runs it through her silky hair, her purrs of bliss ringing as music to his ears.

“She’s a sweetheart. What’s her name?”

“Ivy.” Said cat takes the call to jump precariously onto Yoongi, landing into his arms elegantly before using him as a step to drop onto the floor. Your neighbour’s somewhat startled at the impact, but laughs it off sheepishly.

You both watches as Ivy strides towards Holly, who cowers into a nearby pillow, before she pauses in thought, giving the dog an approving look as to say, ‘You and your owner are actually okay, I guess’, before springing onto the sofa, turning a few times and sitting down delicately as if she hadn’t just made a scene.

Yoongi scoffs, picking up a neglected Holly and sitting on the other end of the couch, leaving you to perch in between them and the graceful cat that now purrs quietly with pride. With the remote in your hand, you change the TV to Netflix on an already-decided Christmas movie.

As the opening credits music fills the room, Ivy bounces into your lap, Holly eagerly shuffling his way in between you and Yoongi.

“Holly…”

“Ivy!”

Yoongi splutters, “Holly and Ivy?”

You grin at him, “Yeah, I guess!”

He admires the way your eyes crinkle when you smile with glee, “Cute,” he says to himself.

Many shy whispers later, you're left to bask in the warmth of the twinkly golden Christmas lights that gently illuminate the bleak evening and the beautiful face of the man beside you. With the leftover cream and marshmallows sat at the bottom of your mug, Holly and Ivy curled up by your feet, Yoongi cuddled into your side, and Home Alone 3 progressing through its denouement: you couldn’t have possibly asked for a better way to spend your Christmas Eve.