BTS Imagines

Suga - Min Holly

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"Holly!"

The noontime sun shone stingingly bright as Min Yoongi scoured the neighborhood, huffing worriedly over the brown little dog that'd just escaped. His brother had opened the front door not knowing Holly was right there, and with his arms full of grocery bags, couldn't catch the puppy as he sprinted past his legs. For such a little thing, he sure could run fast.

Hot, a little dizzy, and more than a little irritated, Yoongi glanced down streets and between houses with narrowed eyes. This sun was really getting on his nerves. Barking erupted from a house down the street, and no sooner had he turned to look had Holly blasted out of the backyard and cut across the neighboring property.

"Holly!" He called again. "Holly come here!" But of course he was ignored. Yoongi groaned and dragged his feet before he took off in pursuit, deciding that after this, he wouldn't run for the rest of the year.

Of course he was mad, but he had no one to direct it to. Holly was a dog; he didn't know better. Maybe if Yoongi gave him a spanking he'd learn though.

Soon, ten painful minutes passed without sight or sound of the pup. Yoongi was worried. As hard as his rapper reputation made him seem, he was putty for Holly. He was too pure; too precious. Though at times like these or when he peed on the floor, a little irritating too. He was a smart dog though; he'd probably be able to find his way back home. Probably. Or maybe one of the neighbors would scoop him up and bring him back. Hopefully.

Then, like a beacon of light, a high pitched yap. He sighed in relief. Once he brought Holly back, someone was going to have to take the brunt of his frustrations. He wasn't sure who to yell at though. Maybe his brother.

Just as Yoongi rounded the street corner, shock coursed through his body from top to bottom like a lightening bolt, melding his shoes to the street. He froze. Before him stood a massive white and brown dog that he swore was scowling right at him. He belatedly noticed the blue leash leading back to a stranger.

"Hi. I uh..."

The stranger was holding a brown ball of fluff in their arms. Holly. Panting and wriggling and looking happy as all hell.

"That's my dog," Yoongi blurted uncouthly.

The stranger raised a brow and glanced between him and the puppy. Then they broke into a laugh. Frowning in confusion, the rapper shifted on his feet and tried to ignore the sweat that dripped down his temple.

"Sorry!" They laughed, "Sorry, I just— I never thought Min Yoongi would be a 'miniature poodle' kind of guy."

At that he narrowed his eyes.

"I thought you didn't like dogs. But a poodle? Of all things?"

He still stared stupidly. Then the person seemingly made a realization, and in an accusing voice, said more than asked: "You don't recognize me."

"Uh..."

"You don't recognize me!" They shook their head and stepped forward to hand back Holly. Yoongi accepted gratefully, but instead of focusing on the slobber left on his chin by the pup's kisses, stared pointedly at the big dog now only a foot away. "You don't recognize Kenny either?" His eyes snapped up. "Damn, you leave for Seoul for five years and suddenly you've got amnesia! It's not very nice to forget your friends, Flower Boy."

"Flower Boy?" Oh no. "You don't mean like..."

"Like the picture you took in high school where you thought it would be so suave to put a rose to your lips? Yeah."

His eyes widened. The mocking voice that used to follow him everywhere; the angry looking dog that — admittedly — was way smaller the last time Yoongi had seen him; suddenly he was struck by how stupid he was.

"No way." The person across from him raised an amused brow. "Are you..."

"Hyokyong and Jongin's grandchild? Duh."

Large hands raked through black hair as the idol prepared to apologize. To forget your childhood friend? Yeah, what a dick move. But before he could even breathe, you broke into a smile and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Don't sweat it, genius—" he gave you a flat look as more sweat slid noticeably down his temple, "—we'll catch up over lunch or something. Egg sandwiches at your house?"

"No, you can't."

"Oo can we chill in your room too?"

"I'm still unpacking—"

"Alright great I'll see you then byeee!"

"Wait—!"

In a flurry you were gone. The rapper stood speechless in the street, only blinking back to reality when the scorching sun began to sting on his neck. He glanced down with a sigh, glaring into wide brown eyes and trying not to smile at Holly's dopey grin and lolling tongue.

"This is all your fault."

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First of all this is trash.

Second, I have a question:

So far all of my imagines have used gender neutral pronouns, and I never specify if the main character (you?) are male/female/other (despite knowing that the majority of the fandom is female).

- I've kept it gender neutral so that everyone can feel included.

BUT

- It might be easier to follow if I make the main character the default female.

So would you prefer I continue not-specifying OR should I just go ahead and use she/her?

Third, yes this is the "Flower Boy" pic