joji miller imagines

home

kinda smutty, kinda fluffy

your pov

you hate packing. always. but this time was different.

you had always hated packing, you never moved much as a kid, and school trips were rare.

you're not sure what it was about packing, maybe the fear of forgetting something important or trying to pack as much as possible.

but this time felt different, because this time, you were moving in with the love of your life, joji.

you had finally finished packing all your apartment up and the movers took the last batch of boxes.

joji and you had renovated his apartment a little bit, because he insisted on making it your "dream house" and he would do whatever was needed to make that happen.

you grabbed your phone and keys, and drove over to jojis apartment. you luckily had a key already so you let yourself in as he was still at work.

you were welcomed with boxes upon boxes of your things from your apartment, all labeled with jojis messy writing.

he insisted on helping you with everything he possibly could. but you didn't have the heart to tell him his writing was messy, so you let him help.

you felt your heart flutter a little at the meer thought of him.

you walked through the apartment, through the living room you completely redecorated, through the hallway which was lined with pictures of you and joji.

and then into the kitchen, which you had also completely renovated. your eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers on the island, with a note infront of it.

"y/n" was scribbled in jojis writing, and you but your lip in order to hide your smile.
you unfolded the note to read the following:

hi babe,
sorry i wasn't able to help today. i'm so happy you're finally moving in, and i couldn't be more excited to know that your face will be the last thing i see at night and the first thing i see in the morning.
i love you,
-joj

god, how was he this amazing? you really hit the fucking jackpot with him.

you wondered through the apartment, and ended up in jojis bedroom, well your bedroom now.

you opened the curtains, letting the light flood in. you sat down on the floor, in a circle of boxes containing things that were meant to go in the bedroom.

you started slowly unpacking your clothes, books, and other basic items that you wanted sooner rather than later.

a couple minutes had passed, and now your phone was dying, and your charger was in a box the movers hadn't delivered yet, you started rifiling through jojis drawers.

sure it was kinda snooping, but we're basically married, it's fine. and i'm sure he wouldn't mind.

as you opened a bottom drawer, and started digging through looking for a white cord, i stumbled upon a leather, black book.

curious, i grabbed it and moved back to my spot on the floor. i cracked open the book, half expecting it to be a book scribbled with song lyrics, because that wasn't necessarily uncommon.