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imagine ... Yoongi meeting your cat
Yoongi was standing on the edge of your coffee table, arms crossed tightly against his chest as he glared up at you. Yoongi was never intimidating at the best of times, but seeing his true tiny form wrapped in denim dungarees and striped jumper was enough to make you smile. He was not impressed.
"What's that thing?" he asked, pointing an accusing finger towards the cat that was lounging about on the chair in front of him. "That's my chair!" Yoongi had never cared about having his own chair before, in fact, he loved nothing more than sitting on your shoulder, sometimes playing with the strands of hair that he could reach without toppling over.
But now that there was an 'intruder in the house' according to Yoongi, he demanded his chair stayed free.
"You never sit in that chair anyway Yoongi, plus it's too big for you." You said as you sat on your knees, making it easier for Yoongi to look at you, he always complained about a sore neck demanding you massaged it with the tips of your fingers.
"Well now I want to sit in it," he stated in a rather obnoxious way, his hands in front of his face as he examined his fingernails "I can't if that thing is sitting there."
"He has a name, Yoongi."
"I don't care." He replied once more as his arms dropped to his side. "I want my seat back."
With a roll of your eyes, you stood up, picking up the cat and moving him to another seat. Yoongi watched your every move, rocking back and forth on his heels as he tried to hide his smile, he knew he got whatever he wanted.
The cat settled down on another seat simply looking at the tiny boy that was sticking his tongue out at him. Yoongi probably forgot he was the perfect size for a toy and was in no position to be mocking such a predator.
You settled down on the chair besides the table, taking out your favourite book as you took a quick glance at Yoongi who was now clambering down the table at a very slow pace.
Around ten minutes later you felt a little pair of sock clad feet run up your arm as you saw Yoongi making his way up to you. He had arrived at your shoulder and settled down in his favourite place, his eyes looking at the book you were reading as he snuggled into your neck.
Despite the fuss he made about the seat, his favourite spot was always with you.
