~From Sour to Sweet~
When you find a new friend in the strangest way.
Word Count: 5,703
What were you thinking?
You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.
“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.
The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.
“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”
You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.
You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.
“Can I meet that white one over up on top of that shelf, please?” You ask the employee.
His eyes bulge out. “Huh? Him? Sweetie, you seem rather new to this, which is understandable, but let me give you some advice. You don’t want him.” He says with a shake of his head. “We have plenty other hybrids up for adoption that are much friendlier. Trust me, he isn’t one of them.” The employee tells you.
His response only provokes you even more to meet the black haired cat boy.
“No. I want to see him.” You answer pointing at the lone cat.
The employee sighs, “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He goes inside the room and motions for another worker to take you to one of the private rooms in the back. The girl smiles and as you follow her you pass by aisles of toys, food, information books, and various other supplies as she leads you down one of the many halls. After maybe three seconds of silence you soon come to realize that she is a talker.
“Hi! Is this your first time adopting a hybrid?” She asks in a bubbly tone.
“Yes, it is.”
“Oh my gosh, I knew it! I could see it in your face. Aren’t they so cute?! Which one are you thinking of getting? I personally love the dog hybrids. They’re just so fun and playful! I always wanted to get one for myself, but my parents wouldn’t let me.” She pouts.
_Honestly, she could just be one of the dog hybrids, all she’d need are the ears and tail, she already has their energy. _You smile. “Actually, I was thinking about adopting a cat hybrid. The white one with black hair, kind of keeps to himself.”
She snaps her head to look at you with surprise. “Oh, really? You mean Yoongi? That’s awesome! You know, I feel bad for him when nobody picks him, cause he’s like super quiet and a little scary when he glares which is like, all the time. But he’s pretty harmless, unless, you know, someone irritates him. Like one time, Bob, the other guy who works here, you were just with him, tried to wake Yoongi up for his evaluation, but boy, he wasn’t having it. Bob was this close to having his face used as a scratching post.” She said, using her fingers to demonstrate, pinching them together until they were a centimeter apart.
Ahh. So that’s why “Bob” sounded so adamant about not adopting Yoongi.
You both arrive at an empty room and there’s a little window where you can peak in enough to see a few chairs on the inside. Chatty Cathy pulls out a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, beckoning you inside.
“You know,” the girl says after a literal split second pause, “he’s not bad. He’s just…not a people person and I think he’s easily misunderstood. On a more personal note, and I’m not trying to persuade you in any way, but please give him a chance. You two both seem relatively quiet and you’re really nice so I think this will work out.” She eventually says, eyes shining with hope.
You smile at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep that in mind.”
She perks up and gives you a kilo-watt smile. “Thanks girl! I knew I liked you for a reason!”
And with that she exits through the door, practically skipping down the hall.
You sigh and look around the room. It was pretty basic, the only decorations on the wall were a couple of pictures with cute animals. At first, you go to sit on one the plastic chairs, but decide against it. As you wait you unconsciously start rubbing your hands together in nervousness.
What if he doesn’t like you? There were plenty of other hybrids available, but you felt drawn to this one in particular and you would be disappointing to you if this didn’t work out. The other girl said she had a good feeling about this, maybe you should tune into her positive vibes.
Moments later you see Bob and Yoongi walking past the window and then they’re coming through the door.
Here we go.
“Be nice, cat.” Bob says to the hybrid. Said cat releases a small hiss in reply as he stalks none to happily inside the room.
The glare Bob directs at him shows exactly how much he doesn’t like the cat boy. He opens his mouth and you abruptly speak before he can.
“It’s okay, sir, I’ll be fine.” You jump in before the two decide to duke it out in the small area.
The man glances at you and grunts before eventually regarding the other male with obvious distaste. “I’m watching you.” Bob opens the door and then leaves, but merely goes to the tiny observation window to keep an eye on the two of you.
The silence in the room is deafening. You shift a little on your feet and look at the feline. He stands there in the corner, as far away from you as possible, with the same bored expression on his face, only this time there’s annoyance in that stare that is directed at the wall.
“Umm, hello, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.” You shyly tell him.
“You’re not that much of a talker, are you?”
Silence. Not even a peep. You could see that this was leading nowhere, but still you persisted.
“That’s okay. I’m kind of a timid person too. Anyway I can give you a small introduction so you can get to know me a little. I’m currently in college, my major is undecided right now so I’m just doing my basics. Uh, what else? Oh, I like to read, write, and sometimes play video games in my spare time. What do you like to do for fun, Yoongi?”
Crickets should be chirping at this point. He’s not looking at you, the wall appearing to be more interesting than you.
You then decide to take the initiative and you walk closer until you’re right next to him. He noticeably stiffens at your approach, but doesn’t utter a word.
“Look, I know you don’t know me and you have every right not to trust me, a random stranger, but I’d really like to have you as my companion.”
The cat boy might as well be a statue.
“Are you happy here?” You finally ask.
His ears perk up slightly at your words, but doesn’t speak and you continue.
“If you want to stay for whatever reason I will understand, it won’t hurt my feelings, but I can offer you I think a much better home. One where you won’t feel isolated or like an outcast. I think you will like the change in scenery and I will make you feel as comfortable as can be. I want to give you a place where you can be happy and quite frankly, I don’t think it’s here.”
His eyes are filled with skepticism and also with a hint of shock you think to yourself, but suddenly they narrow into slits.
“What do you know, lady? You don’t even know me. What? Let me guess they put you up to this or something? A new tactic to make me more loveable?” His voice rising, ears pinning into his head and snow white tail puffing in anger.
Bob was still watching from outside and judging from his flaring nostrils he didn’t look too pleased and neither did the feline beside you. You had to be careful.
“Yoongi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”
You did it without even realizing what you were doing until it was already too late. You reached out to touch his shoulder in apology and the second your fingers make contact with the cotton sleeve, you immediately jerk your hand back, but he was already moving.
You are abruptly pushed up against the wall with the cat boy right in front of you and he was livid. His arms were on either side of your head as he glares down at you.
“I don’t need any help from you so just leave me alone.” He snarls at you, tail vibrating rapidly.
You’re trembling, trying to figure out a way to diffuse the situation but before you can, Bob comes barreling in, slamming the door open in his wake, causing it to careen into the wall with a loud bang as he yanks the hybrid away from you.
“That’s it, cat! I warned you, but you just don’t listen do you?! You want to be put back in confinement again? Huh? If you do, then fine by me because I can make that happen! I’ve got a cage with your name on it!” Bob bellows.
_Confinement? Cage?! No wonder he’s always alone!” _You had to do something; you had to stop them. He was dragging Yoongi towards the ajar door; you had to think fast.
“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You shout.
“I told you, girl, this one isn’t normal.” They were partially in the hallway now.
“I’ll take him!!” You scream.
All movement ceases to the point you wondered if even time was frozen.
“Excuse me?” Bob askes in confusion.
Yoongi says nothing, only staring at you with disbelief written all over his face.
“Look, ma’am you can’t just-”
“I said. I’ll adopt him.” You interrupt him before he gets to finish.
“But he attacked you!”
“It was my own fault. I pushed his boundaries and I accept full responsibility for my mistake.”
“We have a no refund policy.”
They treat them as if they’re possessions or something!
“Well, I have no intention of bringing him back.”
Bob is looking at you like you’ve grown two heads. You steadily meet his gaze in return while cocking an eyebrow, refusing to back down in this.
“Well?” You ask.
Losing the battle of maintaining eye contact, Bob eventually acquiesces.
“Fine. Your loss, just remember all sales are final. You’ve witnessed firsthand what this one’s capable of. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He releases the hybrid and leaves to go get the paperwork you assumed.
“Why don’t you get acquainted with your new owner, cat.” Not necessarily asking, but rather more so making a demand. He finally exits the room.
The poor and battered door is left open, then everything is quiet again.
“Why would you do that?” The cat boy whispers, breaking the silence.
“Look, I don’t really know what kind of place this is, but you obviously hate it here and honestly, I don’t blame you, so… I want to help.”
“You? Help?” He scoffs. “You think you humans can just come and… whatever, you’ll regret your decision in the end. You heard what he said, I’m not normal. So why don’t you save yourself the trouble and give up.”
You’re shaking your head before he finishes talking. “Honestly, none of us are exactly normal. I’m not going to give up and if anything, I hope you can bear with me.”
“Why do you care so much?” He snaps, ears and tail starting to twitch once again.
“I care because I know you’re not worthless or defective like they think you are. Even if you don’t believe in yourself, I do, and if I have to prove it to you by getting you out of here, then I don’t mind.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything at first, only staring at you like you’ve lost it, which was apparently frequent today considering everyone has given you strange looks, until he finally responds with, “We’ll see.”
It was approaching one week since you adopted your very first cat hybrid. You stayed true to your word, leaving the cat boy alone, giving him his personal space, and letting him do whatever he pleased, which wasn’t much. Majority of the time he just slept and when he didn’t it was either to go to the bathroom or come eat.
Whenever dinner was cooked and served he assumed he wasn’t supposed to eat with you. At first he would try to take his food back to his room, but you weren’t going to let him unintentionally lure bugs inside. Then he tried to eat on the floor next to the dining table which you also denied him of, stating that this is his home too and that he has every right to sit with you _at _the table.
“But you’re my owner.” Yoongi says with a confused look.
“I’m your friend. Therefore, you can sit right next to me.”
“But I’m a hybrid. A cat hybrid. You’re a human.”
“Congratulations! Glad to see you know what species we both are.”
“Pets eat on the floor and their owners eat on the table.”
“Doesn’t matter because you’re not my pet.”
And with that you place his bowl of noodles right in the spot next to yours. He heaves a deep sigh, but doesn’t argue with you after that. Yoongi’s actions raised a lot of questions within you. What did they teach the hybrids that made them think they were subordinate to humans? Is it just assumed that they’re supposed to behave a certain way? It wasn’t until later that night, when you truly understood just how hard living in that place made the hybrid feel.
You were staying up late to work on some assignments for class and time flew away without your knowledge, until you glanced at the clock to see 1:15 glaring at you.
But it said 10:04 just a few minutes ago! You must have misread it when it actually said 1:04. That’s what you get for always having that song on repeat. Oops. Bedtime it is then. At least tomorrow was Saturday. You turn off your laptop and leave the living room after shutting off the lights.
As you’re walking past Yoongi’s room, you open the door slightly to take a quick peak, but you suddenly stop. The cat boy was curled up in his bed, but you could just barely see the shudders coming from his body as the light from the hallway illuminated his small frame.
You pause, debating whether or not to go in, you couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. You decide to creep in slowly and quietly call his name so as not to startle him.
He doesn’t respond nor stop his shivering so you continue your quiet walk until you are beside him. He’s sound asleep, seemingly lost deep in his dreams, or more like nightmare, and your heart breaks at the sight before you.
Crouching down, you notice the tear tracks streaming across his cheeks and you wipe them with your fingers. You pull the blankets higher up around his shoulders and without a second thought, run your fingers through his midnight hair. His quaking eventually slows and then ceases altogether. It hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more for him.
Maybe bring him some warm milk? No, you didn’t want to wake him, he valued his sleep.
Cuddling? Probably not the best idea right now, not after the way he reacted back at the shop.
Looking around, you realize how dark the room is due to the fact that there were no windows.
You want to be put back in confinement again? I’ve got a cage with your name on it! That’s what Bob had said and it was the only sentences replaying through your mind like an alarm on full blast.
Maybe he’s afraid of being alone in the dark?
You don’t know what confinement was like for him, but could only assume it was dark and lonely, judging by the fact that he was always by himself and apparently shoved in a cage no less. Suddenly you figure out what you could do for him, while being subtle at the same time.
You stand up and speed quickly to the closet out in the hallway, digging as quietly as you can until you find what you’re looking for. You run into your room as well to grab something else for him.
Once you acquire all the items you head back into his room and plug the Scooby-Doo nightlight into the electrical outlet as you watch Scooby’s head light up the small corner. You didn’t know how Yoongi would feel about it, but hopefully it will bring him solace at night. You had also snatched one of the little stuffed animals from your room, tucking the black cat with mismatched orange and green eyes from the Halloween collection into his arms and he unconsciously clutches it tighter to his chest. He appeared to still be dead asleep, despite all your moving, so after looking around one more time, you leave the room once more and shut the door until it’s slightly cracked open.
Later that morning, you stopped by his room to check on him.
“Hey, Yoongi! I’m going outside for a walk; do you want to come join me?” You ask from the doorway to his room where Yoongi was lounging on his bed. Casually glancing around you see Scooby-Doo turned off, but don’t see the stuffed cat anywhere.
Wonder if he liked them or maybe he thought they were stupid.
He merely grunts at you and you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t want to, but a small part of you still hoped he would eventually come around.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”
“What, not gonna try and get me to go with you?” He asks with distrust, ears starting to fold down.
“No, Yoongi. I already told you, you can do whatever you want. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re my friend and I know it’s not easy to trust people, but please know that all I want is for you to be happy and comfortable here, okay?”
Giving him a smile you turn to leave and miss the small hint of gratefulness that flashes across his eyes as he pulls the cat out from under the covers and holds it to his face while softly rubbing its head with care.
On the day marking the second week of Yoongi’s arrival, you finally start making some progress.
It was a lazy Sunday morning and you were sitting on the couch watching old TV show re-runs.
You see Yoongi padding into the living room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s wearing the white hoodie and pair of basketball shorts that you recently bought for him. As he walks towards you, he glances at the TV. His face morphs into confusion, eyebrows lowering.
“What’s wrong with your TV?”
“What do you mean?” You ask while looking at your TV, but seeing no fuzzy pictures and hearing no distorted sounds.
“The color’s gone. It’s black and white.”
“Well, that’s because it’s an old show, back before there was colored TV.”
“Wait, what? That’s a TV show?” He points to the screen.
“Yeah, back then there was only black and white because colored TV wasn’t a thing yet. So when my parents were growing up this is what showed on TV.”
“Really? So this was made before we were even born?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.
“Yep.” You answer.
“How do you know about this show then?”
“It happened to be on one of the channels one day and I watched some of it, then I became hooked ever since because it was so funny.”
You look at his still scrunched expression and cautiously ask him, “How much do you know of the human world?”
“I mean, we’re taught how to speak to our owners as well as how to act properly and serve them, but other than the basics, not much.” He says with a shrug.
“What about technology?”
“We know how to use the TV and cell phones and computers, but we don’t know how to drive or use the things in the kitchen that well. We know what they are, but we’ve never really used them before.”
That’s sad, you think to yourself. They really don’t teach them much. How are they so supposed to gain their independence? That’s probably the whole point because that means they have to depend on humans to care of them.
“Well, if you want I can always teach you how to cook if you’re ever up for it. I don’t mind.” You say with a smile.
Shrug. He’s watching the TV, cat ears flicking at each sound they hear.
“So you sit here and laugh at three stupid men on a black and white screen, while all the other girls at the home would watch regular TV and giggle at all the supposed hot guys or whatever.” He scoffs.
“Well, I really like this show because it’s entertaining. You are more than welcome to come and join me.”
He motions with an “I guess.”
Yoongi shuffles over towards you and proceeds to sit on the floor while wrapping his arms around your legs.
What? Is he really engaging in physical contact; with me?
You were afraid to break the connection and elicit the silent and practically non-existent conversations, but at the same time you really wanted to return the affection as a sign of thanks to him.
So, as gingerly as you can manage, you reach over and oh so gently pet his head. Yoongi noticeably stiffens, but doesn’t make a move to pull away. Your hand gravitates towards one of his snow white ears and you carefully start to scratch at the base of said ear.
His reaction is immediate.
Rumbling purrs sound from deep within his chest and his eyes slide into a half-lidded state as he relaxes. He moves to lay his head into your knee as he nuzzles the side of your leg, long ice white tail winding around your ankle.
“Just let me know if you want me to stop.” You quickly tell him.
“No, no. It’s okay. I like it so keep going.” He mumbles so faintly you almost don’t catch it.
Ah-ha! You cheer internally. This must be his weak spot then.
As y’all were sitting in the living room, you both watch the show in silence with occasional chuckles here and there. After one of the characters clumsily falls yet again, causing you to laugh slightly, the cat boy tilts his head in your direction with a small smile.
“You know, you’re a very interesting own-um, human.”
“And you’re a very interesting, but also cute, hybrid.” You answer as you poke his cheek softly. Yoongi ducks his head down into your leg and this time you catch the hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
On the third week, a routine has been established.
You would come home from school, sometimes dead on your feet, and Yoongi would be waiting relatively near the front door to greet you. He would take your backpack from you and lug it to the living room while you headed to the kitchen where you would make dinner.
In the beginning, he would opt to just sit and watch, but recently you started asking him to help, either with chopping up vegetables or stirring the pot. The cat boy was reluctant at first but eventually became accustomed in utilizing the kitchen utensils and appliances, soon learning how to get really good at the tasks you assigned him.
Although, you still felt a little bit of trepidation whenever he tried to use the knife to “karate chop” the poor carrots and celery.
Or when he accidently put the popcorn in the microwave for too long, causing the buttery snack bag to come exploding out from the microwave door.
Also there was that one time he left plastic wrapping on the kitchen stove which almost set the apartment on fire.
Yoongi’s cooking skills weren’t bad minus the few mishaps here and there. Overall, he did a decent job and seemed like he enjoyed cooking in the kitchen with you.
Tonight, when you went to taste the rice he was currently preparing, you were stunned by how delicious it was.
“Mmm, wow, Yoongi! This is really good, I love it, especially all the flavors you added.” You compliment.
“Um, thanks.” He says, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his black locks in the process; a small smile appearing on his lips as well. You see his cheeks flare up again and you can’t help but smirk at the sight.
“You should smile more often, I like it.” You say. The pink bleeds into a deep red and he purses his lips to try and hide his smile, but he can’t quite to do it so he eventually breaks into a full-fledged grin. He turns away and goes back to stirring the rice.
“I thought you said you’ve never worked with the kitchen appliances before?” You ask after a moment of silence passes.
“I haven’t, but someone showed me. Umm, at the home I didn’t have a lot of friends because I was always separated from them so the head cook took me under her wing. On the days I wasn’t in confinement she would let me come to the kitchen and would teach me about mixing all the ingredients and spices together. I couldn’t actually try it for myself because she would get in trouble by the other workers since hybrids weren’t allowed to cook so I would just watch her. She was like a grandma to me and she taught me all that I know.” He holds a faraway look in his eye as he relives his memories.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to say goodbye.
“Do you miss her?”
“Yeah, but she always told me to not be afraid and keep an open mind about humans, that one day I’m going to find someone who’s going to like my quiet self and appreciate my skills.” He meets your eyes then and the warmth heats inside your chest.
“The only thing she didn’t mention was how weird the human was gonna be.” He laughs.
“Hey!” You say in mock anger, slapping his arm at the comment.
“Who ever said being weird was a bad thing?”
“Heh. Not me.” He chuckles.
It has been a month since the cat hybrid moved in to your home and he was slowly, but surely, warming up to you.
You opened the front door, holding not only your backpack, but also a small box of chocolates from your friend. She was a pastry arts major so she had to practice her baking skills, and since she knew how much of a chocolate fanatic you were, she decided to make you her official guinea pig.
Yoongi wasn’t there to greet you and you find out why as soon as you enter the living room.
The cat boy had been asleep on the couch, but the minute you made your appearance he woke up.
“Hi there, Sleeping Beauty.” You say as you set your backpack down beside the couch and he groggily looks up at you.
“Hey.” He rasps and his voice is so deep and rough it actually causes your knees to wobble slightly.
What was that all about? You shake your head to reorient yourself. Alrighty, then.
He yawns and sits up arms reaching for the ceiling, hair sticking up in various spots as he watches you go to the kitchen. He stands to follow after you and as you pause by the counter to set the box down you feel him peaking over your shoulder, white cat ears twitching curiously, tail already winding around your leg.
“What’s that?” He asks as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.
“Chocolate. Want some?” You lift the lid to show him the delicious contents. “There’s dark, milk, white-. Wait, can hybrids eat chocolate?”
He gives you a dead look. “Just because we have feline characteristics doesn’t mean we’re exactly like them.”
“Hey, I’m just making sure.” You say, raising your hands up in surrender. “Don’t need you getting sick or something.”
As you’re preparing to make some sandwiches for dinner, you slip a small piece of chocolate in your mouth and from the corner of your eye you see Yoongi eyeing the treats.
“You’re more than welcome to have some. I don’t mind sharing.”
He scoffs. “Yeah, no thanks.”
You shrug with a “Suit yourself.”
After you both eat dinner, you give Yoongi the task of dish washing and you head to the bathroom so you can shower. Once you finish and put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt you walk back to the kitchen to check on the hybrid, but as you turn the corner you stop.
Said cat boy was currently stuffing his face with chocolate, looking like a chipmunk with too many pecans in its mouth. He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, that is, until he turns a little and stiffens at the sight of you placing a hand on your hip while also quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Hello, there.” You say with a smirk.
He makes a few muffled noises, trying to speak, but can’t with all the sweets occupying his mouth.
“Finish chewing first before you choke.” You advise him.
He does so and once he’s done he ducks his head slightly, ears folding in chagrin, refusing to meet your eyes.
“Well, someone sure likes chocolate.” You chuckle.
The moment you utter the words red flames spear his cheeks as they spread all the way up to the tips of his white ears, turning them a pretty pink color.
“At least I’m not the only chocolate addict. What else do you like? Cookies?”
“Cake? Ice cream? Pie?” Nod. Nod. Nod.
“Nice! You can be my partner in crime when it comes to baking desserts.”
He mutters something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.
He’s probably cursing me out or something to that extent. You think, laughing internally at the thought.
“Oh, this is exciting! Finally, someone who can appreciate the beauty of sweet treats. Aww, my little sugar cat! Hey, I like that. Suga. Hmmm. Suga Suga. My chocolate connoisseur.” You giggle at the name.
He must’ve seen the gears rotating in your mind because he responds with, “Don’t even think about it. I don’t need a nickname.”
“But… it fits you. Come on, please??” You pout trying to be as cute and annoying as can be and you scoot up beside him, clinging onto him like a little kid.
“What are you, five?” He snorts.
He gazes down at you and you give him the saddest puppy eyes that you can muster.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”
“That’s why I’m giving you the chance to approve it.”
He’s still looking at you and you him until he eventually rolls his eyes.
He sighs. “Fine, whatever.”
“Yay! Thank you, Suga Suga.”
“Just don’t say it more than three times a day.”
“Three it is. Actually, no, at least four-.”
Yoongi grabs a random piece from the box and shoves it in your mouth mid-sentence.
“Shut up and eat your chocolate.”
“Thank you, Suga Suga! You’re the best.” You say as you rapidly chew the dessert and grab the box.
Running up beside him, you bump his shoulder with your own and you both go to sit on the couch. The two of you sit and watch TV while munching on the box of treats as Yoongi curls against you, faint purrs come from within and his tail wraps around your waist. He eases his head cautiously into your neck as he settles against you and you can’t help the grin that emerges from your lips as you silently enjoy one another’s company.
A/N: Why do all my fanfics keep getting longer and longer, I don’t know. This was mainly Yoongi’s backstory, so Taehyung hasn’t arrived just yet, but I’ll put his story up soon. If you like my stories feel free to flood my inbox, anon or not, I don’t mind. Apologies as always for grammatical errors, it bothers me when I miss even the smallest mistakes. Thank you again for reading and I hope you continue enjoying my little stories. I also realized that I haven’t exactly given myself a nickname for people to refer to me as, so you can just call me Amarwen. Nice to meet you!