imagine... yoongi gets homesick.
Yoongi held tightly on to his brand new backpack you bought him for his sleepover with Namjoon, he had been excited for this all week but hadn't realised you wouldn't be staying, now he wasn't as excited.
He didn't want to unpack because it was you that had last packed everything, he wanted to keep everything exactly how it was. But, his favourite pyjamas were in there and he was determined to show them off to Namjoon. Brushing his thoughts aside, he tipped his bag onto the bed, his hands reaching out for the pyjamas that matched yours and quickly changed before running to see Namjoon who was wearing his own favourite pyjamas.
The night was nearing an end, Yoongi had eaten so much he was certain he'd have to roll to his next destination, walking was far too hard. He was wrapped in a small red blanket, his grip on it tightened as he realised he would have to fall asleep without a story from you, which quite frankly scared him seeing as Namjoon never actually read the book, he would alter the story as he pleased. Plus he could never do the voices right.
He was now curled up in bed, his kitten teddy resting on his chest as he tried to sleep. There was a small light next to him, he didn't feel safe in the dark without you by his side, but his kitten offered some support.
Breakfast the next morning was served by an excited Namjoon who was wearing his brand new apron he found in the wardrobe of the dollhouse. Although he wasn't much of a chef, that wasn't going to stop him from making yoongi the best breakfast he had ever had.
Yoongi practically flew from the small table when he heard your voice, quickly picking up his bag, he ran to you, arms up ready to be picked up.
He enjoyed being with Namjoon, but you were his home.