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Yoongi ~ Dog Park (feat. Holly and Tasha)

y'all know how hard it was to try to find a good pic of yoongles and holly? it was impossible. but i think i did ok 😁

for those who don't know, Tasha is my pug that I love more than life itself. there is no way i'm writing a bts pets imagine series and not featuring my girl. just as a note, she is a tripod; she had a birth defect and broke her leg when she was a puppy and it was safer for her to have it amputated. it has never once derailed her tho, she doesn't miss it and she's as energetic as she was when i got her.

so...meet "your" girl in this imagine!

ANY HATE COMMENTS ABOUT MY ADORABLE LIDDOL DOGGO WILL BE DELETED. IF IT BOTHERS YOU THAT MUCH, NOBODY IS FORCING YOU TO READ THIS IMAGINE.

PS ~ Before we start, there's going to be a lot of POV switches, so my apologies if it gives you some whiplash. Lesgooo!

Y/n POV:

"Okay! Can I trust you enough to take off the leash?" I ask my pug, looking into her big, chocolaty eyes. She doesn't respond, but she does give me an are you serious, y/n? look. I take it as a yes, and with a shake of my head, I unclip her leash.

The leash is barely off before she takes off across the grass and starts sniffing at the same tree she's been sniffing at every time I've brought her here for the last three weeks. Of the thirty-something trees in the park, what's so special about that one?

That's when I notice the other dog joining Tasha, a tawny brown toy poodle. The two touch noses for a moment before they start playing with one another. Tasha's always ready to play with any dog she sees, but she usually takes a minute to warm to other dogs.

Under the shade of a different tree, I notice someone familiar. I don't know his name, but the boy always sits under that same tree, either with his laptop or a notebook, and a pair of headphones over his ears or down around his neck. Naturally, I haven't been able to muster up the courage to actually go talk to him, but for the last month, ever since I started bringing Tasha here, I've admired the boy from afar. Every day, more questions I'd want to ask him fill my head until I just started writing them down.

What's your favorite color?
Do you prefer sun or rain?
What is it you're always writing?
What did you say you wanted to be someday when you were a kid?
How many times have you changed your hair color?
What's your favorite song?
Did you ever wish you could live in a fairy tale?
Have you ever fallen in love?
Have you ever noticed me?
Like, really noticed me?
Have you ever wondered about me what I've wondered about you?
Do you know that you're so effortlessly beautiful?

The boy is so engrossed in what he's doing every day. I've never once seen him look up at me. So instead, just like every other day, I turn to my book again and try not to notice him.