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imagine ... yoongi hiding behind your flowerpots.
;INSPIRED BY A POST ON TWITTER
You sat on your knees on a warm summer day, the sun beaming down on you as you read your favourite book. The sounds of the birds chirping in the trees surrounding your home were a comfort to you, but not so much your friend Yoongi. He'd grown to dislike them very quickly, they were a threat to him, he was scared they might swoop down and snatch him up from the ground. Hence why he was never out much. You looked over at Yoongi who was peering at you through the kitchen window. He was standing on the ledge, in his blue dungarees and yellow shirt, an outfit he had grown to love very much. He was holding onto a grape, his favourite snack, although it took him hours to eat, he loved it all the same. You turned back to your book after waving at the pocket sized Yoongi who happily waved back.
After another hour of reading, you turned to look back where Yoongi was last, even though he didn't like to go out, he always liked to be near you, you were his comfort, his home. You were quite surprised to see Yoongi had vanished, up to mischief no doubt. His discarded grape was laying on the top, small teeth marks dotted around the surface where he tried to suck out the juice, that was his favourite part. You decided to walk back into the house to try and find him. Despite his size, he was quite the climber you'd often find him dangling from the light, squealing in delight. He saw a moth there once and he hasn't set foot on any of the dimly lit bulbs since.
"Yoongi?" You called out, shutting the back door after you. You weren't given a verbal response, however, you did hear him giggle from inside the living room, then quickly scold himself for revealing his hiding place so quickly.
Walking further into the living room, you passed the dollhouse he enjoyed being in from time to time. It came with dolls, but he was quick to kick them out and throw them off the edge of the table, where he watched them fall to their 'deaths'. You heard his giggle again, trying to follow the sound, your eyes landed on your collection of flowerpots that sat delicately on the window ledge, all with a 'personality' of their own according to Yoongi.
Behind one of the pots, you spotted a bush of brown hair shining in the sunlight, followed by a small pale face that was squished against the pot. His brown eyes looking up at you in pure delight.
