in honour of him being spotted for the first time in like eight million years everyone say DADDDYYYYSSSSS HOMMEEE
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THE LAST thing Myra was expecting, when she finally arrived home from her draining day at work, was being met by a trail of rose petals inside her and Yoongi's shared condo.
Taking off her heels, feeling the ache in the arches of her feet subside momentarily before coming back in a flash, she begins to follow the path. It leads her through the living room, which is dimly lit thanks to their adjustable overhead lights, down the hall and into their bedroom.
She pushes the door opening, its creaks echoing through the empty bedroom. Myra flicks on the light, eyes drawn to the continuous trail of petals leading her way.
Into the. . . ensuite?
Furrowing her brows, Myra creeps closer to the bathroom, the door slightly ajar. As she gets closer, she begins to hear the faint music being played beyond the thin piece of wood.
The door swings open, just as she is nothing more than two feet away, and Myra jumps.
"You're home!" Yoongi says, voice soft yet giddy in a way only she gets to see, gums on full display with his grin.
"That I am, what're you doing?" She just watches as the man stumbles over his words, barely forming a coherent sentence, but she manages to get that he wants her to put her robe on and wait.
So she does, and as she undoes the buttons of her blouse, a pit forms in her stomach.
A small, almost unnoticeable rumble forms.
It's one thing she could never get past—the butterflies, even after being married to the man for multiple, four as of next month, years.
She kicks her discarded clothes towards the basket, not really knowing—or caring—if they go in, and pulls on her robe, soft and welcoming after such a gruelling day.
A few more minutes pass, though they feel like hours to Myra as the ache in her feet become more pronounced than when she left work, and she can feel the kink in her neck tightening from just simply sitting up on the large, so very soft bed for a moment.
Just as she feels her eyes get heavy and she debates collapsing backwards onto their bed, the door swings open, revealing the same bright eyes that she fell in love with so many years ago, staring right at her.
He walks towards her, features softening the closer he gets and sticks his hand out.
"Come on." Yoongi drags the vowel out, deciding Myra is taking too long for his liking to stand up.
The grip on her hand is light, and she focuses in on how soft her husband's hand is, focuses in on the cool metal ring touching her palm while he pulls her into their shared bathroom.
"Ta-da!" He says, eyes disappearing with his smile and ducking his head down a little, "I know work has been really tough on you lately, so I wanted to give you something you love. . . and you always say how much you love bathes cause they calm you down and stuff so," He sticks his arms around, waving them around as if to present the room.
