"The cat next door" | Yoongi (BTS)
≽^-⩊-^≼𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂. A stray cat walks into your apartment during a rainy night… and the next morning his owner, your quiet neighbor Yoongi, shows up at your door. What starts as a simple visit for his cat slowly turns into something more.
≽^-⩊-^≼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. Yoongi x fem!reader
≽^-⩊-^≼𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮.fluff, strangers to lovers, domestic, comfort, humor, soft romance.
≽^-⩊-^≼𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮. Another long fic from me… i guess i really enjoy writing long stories, they entertain me a lot while i write them. thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it 🤍😛
Rain in this city is never gentle. It falls heavy, like the sky decided to drop everything at once.
You pull your jacket tighter around yourself while walking the last few steps to your apartment building, trying to avoid the biggest puddles on the sidewalk. Your shoes are already wet anyway, and the wind keeps pushing the rain straight into your face. “Great,” you mumble to yourself. “Perfect night.”
You finally reach the small entrance of your building and start looking for your keys in your bag. The street is quiet, almost empty, only the sound of rain hitting the ground and the metal roof of the bus stop across the street. Then you hear it.
You stop moving. At first you think maybe you imagined it, but then it happens again. “Meow.” You slowly look toward the little space between the trash cans and the wall of the building. Two shiny eyes look back at you.
A cat slowly walks out from the shadows. He is small, with soft grey fur that looks darker because it’s completely wet. His paws leave tiny water marks on the ground as he approaches you. He looks a little dirty, and one of his ears has a tiny fold at the tip, but his eyes are bright and curious. And he walks directly toward you.
“No, no, wait—” you say quickly, crouching down. “You’re gonna get more wet.”
The cat doesn’t seem to care. He rubs his head against your leg like you are already his favorite person in the world. You stare at him. “…You’re very friendly for a street cat.”
He meows again, louder this time, and looks up at you like he is expecting something.
You sigh. “Don’t look at me like that. I just got here.” Another meow. You look around the street. There’s no one. No owner calling for him, no house nearby with an open door. Just you and a very wet cat.
“…Okay,” you say after a moment. “Food. Just food. That’s it.” You point a finger at him like you’re making a serious deal. “I give you food, you eat, and then you go. Deal?”
The cat blinks. Then he walks straight past you and toward the entrance of the building.
You quickly open the door before he can disappear inside without you. The warm air from the hallway hits your face, and the cat immediately slips through the door like he has done this a thousand times before. “Excuse me?” you say, following him. He doesn’t answer, obviously.
By the time you climb the stairs and unlock your apartment door, the cat is right behind you, patiently waiting. You look down at him. “…You’re really confident.” You open the door a little. “Just food,” you repeat.
The cat walks in like he owns the place.
You close the door slowly and watch him. He immediately starts exploring: first the living room, then the kitchen, then under the small table near the couch.
“…Wow,” you say, dropping your bag on a chair. “You didn’t even ask.”
The cat jumps on the couch, turns around twice, and sits like a king inspecting his new kingdom. You shake your head and go to the kitchen. After a few minutes of searching, you find a small can of tuna.
“This is the last one,” you warn him from the kitchen. “So appreciate it.”
The moment you open the can, you hear quick little paws running across the floor. The cat appears next to your feet.
You place a little bit of tuna in a small bowl and slide it toward him. “There. Eat.” The cat attacks the food like he hasn’t eaten in days. You lean against the counter and watch him. He eats fast, then slower, then finally finishes everything and looks up at you again.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you say immediately. “That was the deal. One meal.”
The cat licks his paw calmly, then walks toward the couch… and toward the hallway… and toward your bedroom.
“…Wait.” You follow him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
You stare. “No. Absolutely not.”
He spins in a small circle, then sits, then lays down right in the middle of your pillow.
You cross your arms. “You’re not staying.”
Five minutes later, you are the one sitting on the bed next to him.
“…Just until the rain stops,” you mutter.
You grab a towel from the bathroom and gently dry his fur. He doesn’t complain at all. In fact, he leans a little into the towel like he enjoys it.
“…You’re suspiciously comfortable here,” you say.
The night becomes quiet after that. You change into comfortable clothes, make yourself some tea, and the cat follows you everywhere: kitchen, living room, back to the bedroom. Every time you sit somewhere, he appears next to you.
Eventually you lay down in bed, tired after the long day. The cat jumps up beside you immediately.
He ignores you. He curls into a small ball near your arm.
You stare at the ceiling.
You don’t even remember when you fall asleep.
Morning comes with soft sunlight through the curtains. You wake up slowly, still half asleep, something warm pressed against your side. You look down. The cat is still there, curled up like he has always belonged in your bed.
“…Unbelievable,” you whisper.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes. “Well. Temporary cat,” you say. “We need a name.” The cat stretches while you think for a moment, then you smile a little. “…Mochi.”
“Mochi,” you repeat. “Soft. Round. A little dramatic.”
“I’ll take that as approval.”
You get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, with Mochi immediately following behind you. You barely have time to open the fridge when—
You freeze. “…Who is knocking this early?” Another knock follows, and Mochi looks toward the door. You walk to the entrance of your apartment and open it slowly.
A young man is standing there. Mint green hair. Calm expression. Dark hoodie. He looks at you for a moment before slightly tilting his head, his voice quiet and casual.
Your brain stops for a second. “…Your cat?”
The man looks past you into the apartment, right at Mochi. Mochi looks back at him… then calmly walks behind your legs.
The man sighs softly. “…Yeah,” he says. “That one.”
You blink, then look down at the cat hiding behind you, then back at the stranger. “…This is Mochi.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “His name isn’t Mochi.”
Silence fills the doorway. Rain starts again outside. And suddenly you realize you might have accidentally stolen someone’s cat.
That is the only intelligent thing your brain manages to say. You look down again. “Mochi”—apparently not Mochi—peeks from behind your leg like he is using you as a human shield.
You point at him. “…He followed me,” you say.
The man sighs softly. “Yeah. He does that.”
You look at him again. Up close he looks very calm for someone who just found his cat inside a stranger’s apartment—mint green hair slightly messy, dark hoodie, hands in his pockets. He looks more sleepy than angry.
He nods toward the hallway. “I live next door.”
You glance at your own door. 3A.
He nods again. “I’m Yoongi.”
You hesitate before telling him your name. Yoongi looks down at the cat again, who immediately presses closer to your leg.
Yoongi sighs. “See? This is exactly what I mean.”
“He escapes. All the time.”
You cross your arms slightly. “Escapes?”
You look down at the cat again. The cat looks back at you with the most innocent face in the world… then rubs against your ankle.
“…He looked homeless,” you say.
Yoongi lets out a quiet breath that might be a laugh. “He likes the street.”
“You let him walk outside?”
Yoongi shrugs. “He’s smart.”
You look down at the cat again, now suspicious. “…You’re telling me this tiny creature commits house escape missions?”
Yoongi points at him. “Exactly.”
You crouch down and pick the cat up. He immediately relaxes in your arms like he belongs there. You look back at Yoongi.
“…He seems very comfortable here.”
Yoongi watches the cat for a moment, then reaches his hands out. “Alright. Come here.”
The cat looks at him… then immediately jumps out of your arms—but not toward Yoongi. He runs straight to the living room.
You both watch as the cat jumps onto the couch and sits there like nothing happened. Slowly, you turn your head toward Yoongi.
Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”
The cat stretches on the couch and lays down like he just finished a long journey.
You gesture toward the living room. “Go get him.”
Yoongi walks inside your apartment like this situation happens every day. You close the door behind him and follow. He approaches the couch slowly.
Yoongi crouches and taps the couch. “Come on.”
The cat stands up, and for a moment you think he might actually listen. Instead he jumps off the couch, runs across the room… and stops right next to you.
You try very hard not to smile.
Yoongi straightens slowly. “…You’re enjoying this.”
He looks at you with a tired expression. “That’s my cat.”
You shrug. “He chose me.”
“That’s not how this works.”
The cat circles your legs again.
Yoongi crosses his arms. “He’s just dramatic.”
Yoongi pauses. “…He did what?”
You nod proudly. “All night.”
Yoongi stares at the cat. “You traitor.”
You tilt your head. “So what’s his name then?”
Yoongi looks at you, then at the cat.
You look down at the fluffy creature currently attacking the string of your hoodie. “…He really looks like a Mochi.”
Yoongi sighs. “He’s not Mochi.”
You crouch again and scratch behind Min’s ears. “Well, Min clearly likes Mochi better.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Give him here.”
You lift Min and carefully hold him out. Yoongi takes him—this time it works for two whole seconds before Min suddenly wiggles, jumps down… and runs back to the couch.
You cover your mouth to hide your laugh.
Yoongi stares at the cat, then at you. “…This is embarrassing.”
He rubs his face with one hand, sighing again. “Fine.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Fine?”
Yoongi points at the cat. “He clearly decided this is his second house.”
The cat is already curling into a ball on the couch.
You look back at Yoongi. “So… what now?”
He thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “I’ll visit.”
You cross your arms again. “You mean Mochi.”
You both look at the cat. The cat is already half asleep.
Yoongi sighs. “…Unbelievable.”
A few minutes later you make coffee while Yoongi sits awkwardly on the edge of the couch. Min—Mochi—whatever his name is—jumps onto your lap the moment you sit down.
You glance at Yoongi. “…You see?”
Yoongi watches the cat carefully before leaning back against the couch. “He’s never like that with strangers.”
You look down at the cat now purring softly. “Maybe I’m not a stranger.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer. He just watches the two of you for a moment before eventually standing up.
He walks toward the door, but before leaving he looks back once more. The cat is still comfortably sleeping in your lap.
Yoongi lets out a long sigh. “…Great.”
You tilt your head. “What?”
“Now I have to come back.”
The first visit happens the next day. You are in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner, when you hear a knock on the door. You don’t even need to ask who it is.
When you open it, Yoongi is standing there again, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking exactly as calm as yesterday. “Hi,” he says.
You raise an eyebrow. “You came fast.”
Yoongi shrugs. “I came to see my cat.”
You step aside so he can come in. “Your cat is currently sleeping on my couch.”
“Min’s couch,” Yoongi corrects.
“Mochi’s couch,” you answer.
Yoongi walks inside like this is already normal. Min lifts his head the moment he hears Yoongi’s voice. For a second you think maybe the cat will finally run to him. Instead, Min slowly stretches… and then walks directly toward you.
Yoongi watches this happen in complete silence.
“…Unbelievable,” he mutters.
You cross your arms. “Seems like he knows who feeds him.”
“Well, he eats here now.”
Yoongi sits down on the couch and Min immediately jumps up next to him. For a moment, the cat actually stays there. You lean against the wall, watching them.
“See?” Yoongi says quietly. “He likes me.”
Min steps on Yoongi’s lap, walks across him, then jumps off the couch… and goes straight to you.
Yoongi closes his eyes for a moment like he is suffering. “He is doing this on purpose.”
You crouch down and scratch Min behind the ears. “Maybe he just has good taste.”
That first visit only lasts about fifteen minutes. Yoongi pets Min for a bit, complains that the cat is dramatic, and then leaves. But the next day he comes again. And the day after that.
At first the visits are short. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Just Yoongi coming in, sitting on the couch, and watching Min run around your apartment like he owns the place. But little by little… the visits get longer.
One evening Yoongi arrives while you are drawing at the table. He stops next to you. “…What are you doing?”
You glance up. “Drawing.”
He leans a little closer to see the sketchbook. “You’re good.”
You shrug. “It’s just a hobby.”
The drawing is a small sketch of Min sleeping. Yoongi looks at the page.
“…You even drew the weird ear.”
Min suddenly jumps onto the table. Right on top of the sketchbook.
Min sits directly on the drawing.
Yoongi watches the cat with a flat expression. “He hates competition.”
You push Min gently to the side. “Go sit somewhere else.”
Yoongi grabs him and places him on his lap. “There.”
Min stares at him. Then slowly climbs up his chest… and jumps onto your shoulder.
Yoongi leans back in the chair. “…He definitely hates me.”
“You’re literally his favorite person now.”
You look at the cat sitting proudly on your shoulder. “…I accept this responsibility.”
Yoongi visits almost every day after that. Sometimes he brings snacks. Sometimes he just knocks, comes in, and sits quietly while Min runs between both of you.
One night you decide to watch a movie. Yoongi arrives right when you are scrolling through the options on the TV.
“You’re watching something?” he asks.
He sits down on the couch beside you. “What kind?”
Min jumps onto the couch between you two. Of course.
“Pick something,” Yoongi says.
You finally choose a random movie. Lights off. Blanket on the couch. The three of you settle down.
At the beginning Min sits exactly in the middle like a small referee. Halfway through the movie, Min stands up. He walks across your legs, across the blanket, across Yoongi’s lap, and finally circles twice before laying down on top of Yoongi.
Yoongi looks down. “…Oh.”
You smile a little. “Look. Progress.”
Yoongi carefully rests his hand on Min’s back. The cat purrs immediately.
“Finally,” Yoongi murmurs.
But then something funny happens. Min doesn’t close his eyes right away. Instead he lifts his head slightly and looks at you. Directly at you, like he is making sure you are still there.
You tilt your head. “…Why is he staring at me?”
Yoongi glances up. “He does that.”
Yoongi shrugs. “He likes you.”
Min finally closes his eyes and falls asleep on Yoongi’s chest. The movie keeps playing, the room quiet except for the soft sound of Min purring.
Yoongi is looking at the TV, but one of his hands is gently scratching behind Min’s ears.
After a moment he notices you looking.
You look back at the screen.
Because somehow… your apartment feels less quiet than it used to.
A few days later, Yoongi arrives earlier than usual.
You are sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by papers and pencils, when you hear the familiar knock on the door.
Min immediately lifts his head.
“You heard that too?” you tell him.
Yoongi is standing there holding something in his hand.
He walks in, but this time he looks… determined.
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing to the object in his hand.
Yoongi lifts it slightly.
“I’m taking him home today.”
From the couch, Min freezes.
You slowly turn your head toward the cat.
The cat slowly turns his head toward Yoongi.
Yoongi ignores the comment and walks toward the couch.
The cat still does not move.
Yoongi sets the carrier on the floor.
He crouches and gently picks Min up.
For two seconds everything is calm.
Min starts squirming dramatically.
“Hey— hey— relax,” Yoongi says.
You try very hard not to laugh.
“Wow,” you say. “He sounds very happy.”
Yoongi shoots you a look.
Min suddenly jumps out of Yoongi’s arms.
Runs across the living room.
And disappears down the hallway.
You lean against the wall, laughing now.
Yoongi stares at the hallway.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to go.”
“Of course he wants to go.”
You follow a few steps behind.
Yoongi checks the bedroom.
Then he opens the closet door.
Inside, Min is sitting comfortably between your shoes.
Looking very proud of himself.
You cross your arms and watch.
“He lives where he wants,” you say.
Yoongi carefully reaches inside the closet and grabs him again.
This time Min starts complaining even louder.
“Stop yelling,” Yoongi mutters.
You lean against the doorframe.
Yoongi carries Min back to the living room and tries to place him inside the carrier.
The moment Min’s paws touch the inside—
He jumps out like a tiny rocket.
Runs straight across the apartment.
Min stops right in front of your apartment door.
And calmly walks back in.
Then he curls up like nothing happened.
Yoongi stands in the doorway, breathing slowly.
You are trying not to laugh again.
“…He came back,” you say.
“You literally gave him a chance to escape.”
Yoongi runs a hand through his hair.
Min purrs loudly from the couch.
You walk over and sit beside him.
“Well,” you say. “Looks like he made his decision.”
Yoongi looks at the carrier.
After a long moment he sighs.
He kicks the carrier lightly to the side.
“I’m not fighting him today.”
You pat the couch next to you.
Yoongi hesitates for a second.
Min immediately climbs onto the couch.
And lays down between both of you.
Yoongi gently scratches Min behind the ears.
“He usually ignores everyone.”
“Maybe he likes my apartment.”
You pretend not to react to that.
After a moment your stomach makes a small sound.
Yoongi looks toward the kitchen.
Soon the kitchen smells like garlic and something warm and delicious.
Yoongi moves around the space like he already knows where things are.
“You cook a lot?” you ask.
“You’re suspiciously good at this.”
You lean against the counter while he cooks.
Min eventually walks into the kitchen and sits on the floor between you two.
“He’s making sure we don’t poison ourselves.”
After a while you both sit at the small table with two plates of food.
You eat for a few minutes before speaking again.
“Why does your cat keep escaping?”
“Or maybe he just likes my house better.”
Min jumps onto Yoongi’s lap.
Then climbs onto the table.
Then lays down right between both plates.
Yoongi leans back in his chair.
“…He never does this with anyone.”
“Maybe he chose both of us.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment.
But he smiles just a little.
A few days later, you are cleaning your apartment.
Not a full deep cleaning. Just the normal kind where you move things around, pick up clothes from the chair, and pretend you are a responsible adult.
Min is following you everywhere, of course.
You move to the living room.
Min follows.
You go to the kitchen.
Min follows.
You go back to the couch.
Min jumps on it immediately.
“Supervisor again?” you ask him.
Your phone vibrates on the table.
You grab it and read the message.
I’m nearby. Can I stop by for a bit?
You barely send the message when—
You walk to the door and open it.
Mint hair slightly messy, dark hoodie again, hands in his pockets.
“You’re becoming predictable.”
You step aside so he can come in.
The moment Yoongi walks inside, Min lifts his head from the couch.
Then he jumps down and walks straight toward Yoongi.
Yoongi crouches a little.
Min rubs against his leg.
“Oh wow. Now you like him?”
Min then walks past Yoongi.
Yoongi watches this happen with a tired expression.
A few minutes later the three of you are in the living room.
Yoongi is sitting on the couch.
You are sitting in the chair across from him.
And Min is currently walking back and forth between both of you like he is checking that you are still there.
Yoongi scratches behind Min’s ears when he passes by.
“…He’s doing patrol,” you say.
“He’s making sure both of his humans are present.”
You open your mouth to answer when—
You look toward the door.
You stand up and walk to the door.
When you open it, your friend is standing there.
You step aside so they can come in.
“This is my neighbor Yoongi,” you say, pointing toward the couch.
Yoongi lifts one hand slightly in greeting.
Then they notice Min walking around the room.
“Oh my god,” they say. “You got a cat?”
Your friend crouches down.
Then turns around and walks away.
Straight onto Yoongi’s lap.
Yoongi looks down at him.
Your friend watches this.
“…Okay,” they say slowly.
“You two look like a couple with shared custody of the cat.”
Min stretches comfortably on Yoongi’s lap like he belongs there.
“…We are not a couple,” you say quickly.
Your friend raises their eyebrows.
Yoongi clears his throat.
“And visit every day?” your friend says.
Yoongi shifts slightly on the couch.
Your friend hums like they don’t fully believe him.
They walk over and sit beside you on the chair arm, a little too close.
“So,” they say, looking at you, “what were you doing before I came?”
“You? Cleaning? That’s new.”
Yoongi watches the interaction quietly.
Min is still on his lap, but Yoongi’s hand stopped moving.
His eyes move between you and your friend.
“…You come here a lot?” your friend suddenly asks Yoongi.
Yoongi gives a small shrug again.
“If Min comes here, I come here.”
Your friend looks amused.
Min suddenly jumps off Yoongi’s lap.
He walks across the couch.
Then climbs into your lap instead.
You cover your face with one hand.
But they keep talking with you.
About something funny that happened earlier that day.
Yoongi stays quiet for most of it.
At one point your friend leans closer to show you something on their phone.
Min jumps back onto the couch.
Yoongi absently scratches behind the cat’s ears again.
“…You’re very quiet,” your friend says suddenly, looking at him.
Your friend studies him for a second.
But they are clearly amused.
After a while, your friend stands up.
You walk them to the door.
“Text me later,” they say.
They glance once more at Yoongi and Min on the couch.
“…Take care of your cat family.”
They laugh and finally leave.
The apartment becomes quiet again.
When you walk back to the living room, Yoongi is still sitting on the couch.
Min is stretched across his lap again.
But Yoongi’s expression looks… thoughtful.
Min shifts slightly so he’s now across both of your legs.
Neither of you speaks for a moment.
Then Yoongi sighs softly.
“You’re the one who keeps coming.”
Yoongi scratches behind the cat’s ears.
But Yoongi’s eyes drift away from the cat.
“…Your friend comes here often?” he asks casually.
“…They seem close to you.”
You tilt your head slightly.
Yoongi immediately looks at you.
Yoongi looks away, scratching Min again.
Min purrs louder like he enjoys the tension.
After a moment Yoongi sighs quietly.
You look down at the cat.
“He literally ignored them.”
Yoongi glances at you again.
Then quickly looks back down.
Yoongi quietly realizes something.
He doesn’t only come here for the cat anymore.
That night, Yoongi stays longer than usual.
You don’t really notice when the time passes.
One moment you are both talking in the kitchen while making tea, and the next moment you realize the sky outside the window is already dark.
Min is walking around the apartment like always.
Sometimes he sits on the couch.
Sometimes he jumps on the table.
Sometimes he randomly appears between you and Yoongi like a very small supervisor.
Right now he is sitting on the windowsill, watching the street like it is his personal TV.
You sit on the couch, pulling the blanket over your legs.
Yoongi sits beside you, leaning back against the cushions.
The apartment feels quiet.
Like it has been like this for a long time.
He scratches the back of his neck.
Yoongi looks toward the window where Min is sitting.
But this time his answer sounds less confident.
Min suddenly jumps down from the windowsill and walks toward the couch.
He jumps up between both of you.
“He likes being in the middle.”
Min walks across your legs, then across Yoongi’s.
Then he circles twice and lays down between both of you.
Then he settles comfortably.
“…I think he owns us now.”
For a moment the room is silent again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You tilt your head slightly.
“You said he escapes a lot.”
Yoongi looks down at Min for a second.
Then something clicks in your mind.
You narrow your eyes a little.
“You don’t actually seem surprised when he ends up here.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looks at Min again.
The cat is sleeping peacefully between you both.
“…Okay,” Yoongi says slowly.
“That sounds suspicious.”
“There’s something I didn’t say.”
Yoongi runs a hand through his mint hair.
“…He’s not exactly my cat.”
Yoongi gestures toward Min.
“I found him outside my building a few months ago.”
You look down at the sleeping cat.
“He was smaller then,” Yoongi continues. “And dirty. And very loud.”
“I started leaving food for him.”
“He started coming back.”
You look at him, confused.
“I tried to keep him inside,” Yoongi says. “But he always escaped.”
You glance at the cat again.
“He would stay a few days,” Yoongi continues, “then disappear again.”
He leans his head back against the couch.
“But Min always does whatever he wants.”
Yoongi looks at you again.
He gestures around your apartment.
“Maybe he likes my couch.”
Yoongi shakes his head slightly.
Yoongi’s voice becomes softer.
“When I found him, I kept trying to make him stay.”
He looks down at Min again.
“…Because it was raining.”
Min shifts slightly in his sleep.
One of his paws stretches across both of your legs.
You both look down at him at the same time.
“…He really chose this place,” you whisper.
Yoongi looks at you again.
The room becomes quiet again.
But this time the silence feels different.
Yoongi’s shoulder is almost touching yours now.
You hadn’t noticed when the distance disappeared.
Yoongi is already looking at you.
For a moment neither of you says anything.
Your heart starts beating a little faster.
Yoongi’s eyes move slightly.
You feel your breath catch.
you both lean a little closer.
The cat stretches dramatically.
Walks directly between both of your faces.
Completely unaware that he just interrupted something very important.
You lean back against the couch, laughing softly.
Yoongi rubs his face with one hand.
“…I’m starting to think he does this on purpose.”
Min curls into a ball between you again.
Neither of you says anything.
But both of you are smiling a little.
The visits stop feeling like visits.
At some point, Yoongi just… starts being there.
Sometimes he doesn’t even need to, because the door is already unlocked.
Min now has a small bed in the corner of the living room.
Gray, because you said it matched his fur.
There are toys scattered around the apartment too.
And a small mouse that Min proudly carries around like a trophy.
Yoongi also started bringing special cat food.
“You’re spoiling him,” you told him once.
“You started it,” Yoongi answered.
Right now Min is sleeping on the couch like he owns the place.
Which… honestly, he probably does.
You are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, scrolling on your phone.
Yoongi is leaning against the couch behind you.
Min suddenly lifts his head.
Then walks across the couch.
He lands directly between both of you.
Then climbs onto Yoongi’s lap.
Yoongi automatically starts scratching behind his ears.
The cat begins purring immediately.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
“He found two humans and decided we belong to him now.”
Yoongi looks down at the cat.
Min looks extremely satisfied.
The room becomes peaceful again.
Min stretches across Yoongi’s lap like a fluffy king.
You lean your back against the couch.
Yoongi’s hand brushes lightly against yours. Neither of you pulls away.
For a moment you both just sit there.
“…I think you were right.”
“You mean choosing my apartment?”
Yoongi shakes his head slowly.
Your heart skips a little.
Min shifts slightly but stays asleep.
You watch Yoongi carefully.
“…You’re here a lot lately,” you say.
Yoongi lets out a small breath.
Then he gently moves Min a little so he can lean forward.
“I should be honest,” Yoongi says.
Yoongi looks directly at you.
“I don’t think I come here just for the cat anymore.”
Your chest tightens a little.
Yoongi hesitates for a second.
Then he reaches out and gently takes your hand.
Your fingers lace together naturally.
Like it was always supposed to happen.
“I think…” Yoongi says quietly.
“…I came because of you.”
Min continues sleeping peacefully like he is ignoring the entire emotional moment.
Your voice comes out softer than expected.
“…It took you long enough to say that.”
He slowly pulls you closer.
Your shoulder presses against his.
Then your arm.
Then suddenly you are sitting much closer than before.
Your heart is beating fast again.
Yoongi’s thumb brushes gently over your hand.
“…Can I try something?” he asks.
For a moment, neither of you moves.
Yoongi studies your face like he is making sure this is really happening.
His eyes move slowly from your eyes… to your lips… then back again.
Your breath catches slightly.
He leans in first, but slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want.
Your hand tightens slightly in his.
Yoongi’s other hand slides carefully around your waist, pulling you a little closer.
Careful at first, like he’s afraid the moment might disappear if he moves too fast.
You feel your chest flutter.
For a second you freeze in surprise…
The kiss deepens just a little.
Yoongi’s hand at your waist holds you a bit closer now, and you can feel the quiet warmth of him through the fabric of his hoodie.
Like the entire apartment has gone silent just for this moment.
When you finally pull away, it’s only a few inches.
Yoongi is still close enough that you can feel his breath.
Neither of you speaks for a second.
Then you notice something.
Yoongi is still holding you like he doesn’t want you to move too far.
“…Min is going to judge us.”
Min is still sleeping peacefully on his lap.
Then Yoongi looks at you again.
There is a playful look in his eyes now.
Yoongi squeezes your hand gently.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Well,” Yoongi says, nodding toward the cat, “we already share custody.”
“Our son,” Yoongi says very seriously.
You pretend to think about it.
Min suddenly stretches on Yoongi’s lap.
You shift closer and curl into his side, resting your head on his shoulder.
Yoongi’s arm wraps around you naturally.
Min continues sleeping comfortably on Yoongi’s lap.
A few minutes later the three of you are still there.
Your hand intertwined with Yoongi’s.
Your head resting against him.
Occupying most of the space between you both.
Like the tiny ruler of the apartment.
Yoongi glances down at the cat.
“…You know this is his house now, right?”
Min purrs softly in his sleep.
And honestly…neither of you minds at all.
