What's One More

Home Sweet Home

"Oh Yoongi!" She is practically purring as she rolls in the sunlight coming in from the large window. He looks up from the box that he is unpacking and laughs to himself; she is so weird sometimes.

Her feet press a half empty box across the floor as she stretches herself out as far as she can go.

"Can we put a cot or couch or something in here, so I can take naps in the sun while you work?"

"Sure babe," He can't help the gummy smile that spreads across his face. As he looks at her, he can't help thinking, there, right there was the future that he had worked so hard for.

They have spent the afternoon unpacking the few things they had into this house that can hold so much more than their studio apartment before this. It isn't the biggest house, but it has three bedrooms and a small backyard. That is a lot of space for two people.

Two of the bedrooms are on a second floor with a connecting bathroom in between. This room is going to be his studio. He already has plans to get a lot more equipment so he can do more mixing and recording on his own, instead of having to pay someone to use theirs.

It is because of how well his producing is going that he was able to buy this house. He has several contracts lined up, all with partial payments up front and those partial payments went to a large down payment on this house.

When they began house hunting, he thought the set up was perfect. They would share the master bedroom downstairs; he would have this room for his studio and Y/N would have the other as hers.

She had loved the house, pranced through it with a giddy lightness, but when he showed her the other room and suggested it be hers all she did was shrug and say that she would rather paint in the kitchen. The kitchen?

He didn't understand her sometimes, but when she insisted it be a guest bedroom and that she would paint in the kitchen, he didn't fight it. There was no point, she is the most stubborn person he has ever known.

The doorbell rings downstairs and you watch Yoongi leave the room. You scamper to the window and look down. There is a delivery van in your driveway.

You can't remember what Yoongi had ordered, but decide to wait to go down until the delivery drivers are gone, you didn't want to get in the way. You unwrap the bubble wrap off one of Yoongi's monitors and pop it happily.

Yoongi thanks the delivery men and shut the door, turning to look at his newest acquisition. A sleek, black entertainment center, brand new and still in the box. It is going to look so good against that wall.

Yoongi is picturing the room coming together. There is a half wall that extended five feet from the back door into the living space and is the only true separation the living area has from the kitchen.

A loveseat could go there and then a full couch towards the middle of the room here and maybe some bookshelves along the back wall. That is the shared wall to the master bedroom.

Y/N comes skipping down the stairs and he turns to look at her, so he can see the expression on her face as she sees the new purchase.

"Yoongi!" She squeals and he smiles widely, "That is literally the biggest box I've ever seen!"

Wait what?

She runs over to it, jumping on top of it and giggling, drumming her feet against it, "Can I keep it?"

"Can you keep the box? Y/N, how about what's in the box?" Her eyes widen.

"Oh, I didn't notice," She leans down to look at the box, upside down in her current position. "Is it for the TV?" She asks politely. Yoongi puffs out an amused scoff as her ears twitch and her tail swooshes against the cardboard. Half human or not, of course the cat in her would want the box.