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You could feel Yoongi’s nerves from across the room. He sat on the couch, attempting to watch the Trailblazers/Clippers game. The game was still in the first quarter, but he seemingly hadn’t watched any of it yet, his eyes darting back and forth between the tv and his phone. He looked up briefly as one of the LA players scored on an easy lay-up, but immediately, his focus shifted back to his phone.
“We’re sure Geumjae said 11:30?” he asked, dark eyes finding you as you sat beside him on the couch.
You handed him a peeled tangerine. “Yes, love. You triple-checked.”
You leaned into him gently, still careful of his shoulder despite the fact that it had been months since he’d had to wear the sling, and weeks since he’d had much trouble with it outside of therapy. He huffed, slinging an arm over your shoulders. He barely acknowledged the tangerine in his hands, and you took it back from him, splitting it into tiny segments.
“Relax,” you said softly. “He’ll get here when he gets here.”
“I know.” Yoongi’s voice was a little sheepish, and he nuzzled into the side of your head slightly. “I’m just…”
“Nervous?”
“It’s been a long time. What if he doesn’t remember me?”
“He’s a dog, love. Everything’ll be fine.”
Silence fell, and Yoongi’s attention finally found the basketball game on the tv. You forced individual tangerine slices into his hands in an effort to keep him from obsessing over the time and his phone. Geumjae would arrive soon enough. It was a little amusing to see him this nervous–Yoongi was rarely nervous about anything–and part of you wondered if he had ever been this nervous about anything related to you. You doubted it. He always seemed to have himself together with you.
But you kind of understood it, too. Pets hadn’t been allowed at the dorms for more than visits, and your old landlord would have kicked you to the curb the second he found out that you’d had a pet in your apartment. So Yoongi hadn’t been able to really have his dog for something like two years. But now that the two of you had your own place? He’d called Geumjae immediately.
The door buzzed, and Yoongi jumped to his feet. You watched him practically fly towards the front door, his fingers hitting the intercom almost violently.
“Let hyung upstairs!” the voice on the other end called, the jovial tone evident even through the slight distortion of the speaker.
The intercom beeped as Yoongi let Geumjae in.
You’d met Geumjae only once before this, when he’d brought you and Yoongi dinner shortly after his shoulder surgery. He’d insisted that he’d wanted to come on his own, but you both suspected that really, it was Yoongi’s mother’s doing. He seemed nice enough, though, a little more social than Yoongi, but you would never confuse him for an extrovert. But he was kind, and he’d forced Yoongi to let him pay for the meal you’d shared.
Not even five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and once again, Yoongi was nervous dancing his way back to the foyer. The family resemblance between the brothers was almost uncanny. Geumjae had the same button nose and cat-like eyes, and his face was just as round as Yoongi’s, though his jaw was slightly more pronounced.
Yoongi cooed as soon as the door opened, and you could hear the jangling of a dog leash even before you saw Holly. When you rounded the corner into the entry, Geumjae smiled at you from the doorway. Yoongi hadn’t even let his brother the whole way in the door–he’d sat down on the floor right there beside the shoes, caramel-colored poodle jumping all over him. Your boyfriend was just as excited, playfully pushing Holly this way and that, getting the pup riled up and laughing as he jumped back and forth around his legs.
“I hate to rush off,” Geumjae said to you, stepping carefully around Yoongi and Holly. He handed you a paper bag. “I have to run to a meeting. But this is all of Holly’s stuff. Toys and things.”
“Thanks. For this and for taking care of Holly. I know it means a lot to him.” He waved you off like it was nothing.
“You shouldn’t work so hard, hyung,” Yoongi admonished playfully. He didn’t look up from playing with the pup, who was now very enthusiastically chewing on his hand. “It’s a Saturday–you should have the day off.”
Geumjae looked at his brother, his eyebrows disappearing somewhere around his hairline. “You’re sure this is my brother?”
“Ha-ha,” Yoongi deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” Geumjae ruffled Yoongi’s hair as he stepped around him and into the hallway. “Later, bro.”
“Bye, hyung. Thanks again.” Yoongi scooped Holly up into his lap, and the pup gave a small bark as Geumjae shut the door. It clicked shut, and Holly wiggled his way out of Yoongi’s grip.
It was then that it seemed that the poodle noticed you, trotting in your direction, nose to the ground. Holly sniffed your feet briefly before jumping on you, his tiny paws resting on your shins just under your knees as he attempted to both investigate you and get your attention.
“Holly, down,” Yoongi scolded, holding his hand up.
After a second, the pup listened, sitting down in front of you. His little butt wiggled with every excited wag of his tail, his little feet tapped against the wooden floor of the entry. You knelt and sat, too, mirroring Yoongi’s position on the ground, and it was barely a second before Holly was on you again. He climbed into your lap, sniffing your arms, your face, your hair. His tail smacked you in the arm the entire time, his little body happily wiggling as he sniffed. His nose was cold, and the short fur on his snout tickled your skin.
Yoongi’s phone pinged, and you heard him groan, your focus going from the overly excited poodle in your lap to your boyfriend. He frowned at the notification, typing out a quick response.
“What’s up?” you asked. Finally, Holly seemed to be content with you, and he hopped off your legs. You could hear his nails clicking on the floors as he moved further into the house.
He sighed and leaned back on his hands, craning his neck to see where Holly had gone. “They’re moving the deadline for that Samsung thing.”
“You have to go?” He nodded. You could see the sadness in his eyes, even though he’d never actually outright admit it. You were planning on relaxing this weekend, taking things slow with introducing Holly and just hanging out and enjoying time with each other. “Take your pain meds before you leave just in case.”
“Someone’s going to send me my files so I can at least work from here. But yeah.”
He stood, reaching out his arms to help you up. You grasped his hands, his calloused fingers wrapping around your wrists as he pulled you to your feet. His arm wrapped around your waist as soon as you were standing, preventing you from going anywhere. Not that you wanted to. He was warm, and his arms seemed to slot perfectly around you. You ran your hands up his chest, playing with his hoodie strings as he gently swayed you back and forth.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised, kissing you quickly. “A couple hours at most.”
“Sure, sure.” Not that you didn’t believe him, but you’d been here before. Now that his shoulder was starting to feel better, he was starting to fall back into his old habits. He got so engrossed in work that often, he’d forget to eat. It was why you’d made it a point to bring him dinner on Fridays when you started dating, and why you’d stay on the phone with him into the wee hours of the morning just to make sure he actually went to sleep in a proper bed, not just his studio couch. “Do what you need to do. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“Let me know if Holly gives you trouble, okay?” You agreed, leaning in to kiss him twice before letting go of his hoodie.
He left you in the living room, poking his head in to see what Holly was up to before leaving a lingering kiss to the side of your head and disappearing into his office. Holly looked up at the sound of the door closing, his little brown eyes finding you a moment later.
“Guess it’s just you and me for now, bub.” You plopped yourself down on the couch and began to look through the bag Geumjae had given you.
It was hours later when Yoongi emerged from his studio. His shoulder hurt from being hunched too long over his equipment. He massaged what he could reach of his shoulder as he made his way into the living room. Even though it was only mid-afternoon, the house was quiet. He could hear the tv in the living room, but other than that, nothing.
He poked his head into the living room, not wanting to disturb anything. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped around you. One of your hands was visible, tapping away at your tablet resting on the arm of the couch. Of course you were working. He chuckled silently and rolled his eyes. As much as you scolded him for working, you were nearly just as bad. You always had some new project for your students–some new song to arrange or work on. He couldn’t see your other hand until he stepped closer. It rested on Holly’s back, the poodle sprawled out like he owned the couch, his little head resting on your lap. Gently, you twirled some of his fur around your finger.
“Hey,” he said softly, attempting–and failing–not to scare you. You and Holly both jumped at his voice. He smiled, feeling a little sheepish. “Sorry.”
You shook your head and beckoned him closer. “You’re done already? I thought you’d be in there for at least another hour.”
“Nah,” he scoffed, resting his hands on your shoulders. He leaned down until he was hovering above you, his hair–which had steadily been getting longer–fell into his eyes. “Wanted to hang out with you too much.”
“Oh my god, you’re so cheesy,” you joked, closing your eyes as he kissed your forehead.
“And I’m hungry.” You smacked his arm–his right arm, always his right arm, never the left so you wouldn’t risk hurting him–but you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss, a proper one.
“Holly wants fried chicken from that place we got last time,” you mumbled against his lips. He could feel your smirk as you kissed him.
Yoongi laughed, kissing you again before he pulled out his phone to order dinner. This wasn’t how he’d planned this day to go. He’d wanted to get Holly setted, maybe take him on a nice walk through the neighborhood. But honestly? This was somehow better than any plans he could have made. You and Holly seemed so far to be natural pals, and really, what more could he ask for?