The Pillow | Yoongi

Twenty-Two

     “I’m back!” Yoongi walks in, carrying bags and some other stuff. “I grabbed everything I thought I might need for the next two weeks.” His laugh sounds so relaxed and at ease.

     I walk over to him and grab a couple things from his arms so he won’t have to carry it all by himself. “I hope you didn’t forget anything. It would suck to have to make that whole trip again.” 

     When I got back home from dropping Yoongi off at his car, I had to take some time for myself. My face was still red, my hands were a bit shaky, and I couldn’t think of anything but him and his beautiful smile. If he’s gonna stay here, I need to learn how to hide this stuff. I know it’s only been a couple days, but time is irrelevant. I could love someone I met two months ago more than someone I’ve known for five years. Time means absolutely nothing. The heart wants what it wants.

     Yoongi smiles at me and walks ahead of me towards my studio. “It’s this way, right? Down this hallway?” His steps are fast and confident. “I’m so excited! I haven’t stayed anywhere that wasn’t the dorm in like three and half years.” 

     “Not even a hotel?” My mouth gapes at this information. 

     “Not even a hotel.” Yoongi confirms. 

     We reach the studio and I open the door for him. “I’m sorry it’s so messy, I’m in the middle of changing it to an actual bedroom for you. I haven’t had the time to get much done.”

     My paintings, both finished and unfinished, litter the floor and the walls. My easel stands near the big window so I can get natural lighting while I paint. Tarp on the floor to keep paint off of the hardwood, painting clothes on hangers in the closet, brushes and tools on a table next to the easel, and a giant organizing shelf full of different types of paint in various colors.

     Yoongi looks around and gazes at all the paintings. “Sydney, this is beautiful… They’re all so gorgeous.” The stunning man picks a painting up off the floor. “This one is my favorite.”

     The painting in question is depicting how one of my nightmares feels. It’s dark and evokes feelings of dread in me. It’s abstract, of course, since it’s depicting a feeling. “Why that one out of all the others? This is one of my worst works yet.”

     “It’s beautiful. I don’t know what it is about it, but it’s like you closed your eyes and let the emotion move your brush. I saw someone do that a while back and your painting reminded me of that method.” Yoongi smiles fondly at the painting.  

     I try and hold in my laugh. “Are you saying it looks like I paint with my eyes closed? Y’know, some ladies might take that as an insult.”

     Yoongi tenses up and waves his hand in front of himself, “No! No, that’s not what I meant! I’m so sorry! Your painting are beautif-”

     “I’m joking! I know you didn’t mean they were bad. I’m just messing around, I’m not insulted.” I gently rub his arm and smile at him. 

     Yoongi’s face deepens a shade of pink and he puts the painting down. “C-Can I keep that one in here? I really like it.” 

     “You can keep it forever if you want. I don’t need it anymore.” I pick up the painting and sit it on the floor in a corner without anything else occupying the space. “Anyway, I’ll get things picked up and put away in the garage. Then, we can go pick out a mattress and frame for you. Do you want a dresser too? It looks like you might need one… Maybe a couple bedside tables and lamps…” My voice trails off as I think about what all he would need in here.