It's been about a month since Yoongi got his prosthesis. He wore it everywhere now instead of just sunglasses. He only ever took it off when his body had contact with water, excluding rain; whether it be showers, baths, or the ocean. He was worried the water might make it pop out and he would lose it. The prosthetic didn't move as much or as far as his normal eye, but it shifted and made Yoongi look like he never lost his eye in the first place. That factor made him appear as if he had a lazy eye.
After three whole months since the surgery, his eye was fully healed at this point and the ointment eye drops weren't needed anymore.
Currently, summer had ended and it was now the middle of fall. Leaves were red and orange with yellow accents and were falling everywhere.
You were browsing the grocery store with Yoongi, trying to figure out dinner.
"We have oi muchim in the fridge at home. We could make some tteokbokki for appetizer and seolleongtangmyeon or japchae." Yoongi gave you options to choose from.
"Mmmmmm," You hummed, thinking. "Japchae. We can make seolleongtangmyeon tomorrow."
Picking through the packaged meats, Yoongi placed pork and beef in the basket. As you pushed the cart to move forward, he wandered with you, gently massaging the spine of your neck with the careful pinching of his fingers. It felt really good.
He added chives, onions, carrots, broccoli, and milk to the basket. You wanted sweet cookies and ice cream, so you got that, too. Yoongi almost forgot that you were running out of kimchi and needed more.
At the cashier, when all was finished and bagged up, Yoongi pulled out a wallet and inserted the card that was inside.
"Wait a minute." You paused. "That's my wallet."
Yoongi smirked. "You just now noticed?"
"You little pocket thief!" You playfully hit his arm, making him give his signature adorable gummy smile. "When did you take it?"
"Remember when you thought you lost your wallet at home and I said I'll pay?"
You whacked him again in the same spot.
"Okay. Ow. So violent."
He slipped the card back in your wallet and held it out to you between his fingers. When you reached to take it, he lifted it high above his head with a big grin. You jumped to get it, but you couldn't reach it.
He chuckled and shoved your wallet in his front pocket. "Come on. Let's go home."
You helped him grab the bags and walked out with him. On the city streets, you eyed the pocket he had your wallet in. You slowly moved your hand to it sneakily to slip the wallet out without him knowing, but his hand grabbed yours and held it lovingly. You attempted to fool him about your intention and lightly squeezed his hand.
"I saw you." Said Yoongi.
"Do what?" You played dumb.
"Try to take the wallet back like an adorable pickpocket."
You looked at him. No scar. "Oh. Wrong side of the face."
He smirked. "Why'd you think I put it in my front left pocket? So I can notice when you try to steal it back."
"But you can't see me steal this!" Sliding the bags down to your wrist, you got in front of Yoongi and shoved your hand down his front right pocket.
Yoongi giggled and tried to stop you. "Hey! You are so unprofessional!"
"Aha!" You snatched his phone from the pocket and started running.
"Y/N! Give back my phone!" He chased after you.
You kept sprinting down the streets, chuckling. There was a park nearby, so you decided to hurriedly hide under a bench. Everything was so quiet. You didn't hear the stomping of combat boots or the crinkling of shopping bags.
Suddenly, you were being dragged out from under the bench by the ankles. You screamed and giggled.
"Get out of there!" A certain voice demanded.
Once fully out on the grass, Yoongi turned you over on your back and pinned your wrists down, hovering above you while you laughed.
"We can do this the easy way or hard way. Give me my phone back." He was smiling.
"Never!" You chuckled.
"Hard way it is!"
Yoongi clamped his teeth down on your neck, making snorting noises like a pig. You cackled while he gnawed and tickled your skin. He pretended to be like a savage beast as he shook his head and jaws on your neck and playfully growled. You couldn't move your arms and push him off from all the weight he was putting on them. While you were busy laughing and kicking, he swiped his phone back from your hand, then released you.
You threw your arms around him and tugged him down, your faces centimeters from each other while bearing huge grins.
Yoongi flopped over on the grass beside you and huffed. "All that running got me exhausted..."
You felt the crushing pressure in your chest, too. Yoongi took the grocery bags and sat on the bench you were hiding under. You decided to join him. He lifted his arm atop the rim of the backrest and you scooted closer until you leaned closely against him.
"Excuse me." A small voice sounded.
Yoongi looked at the boy in front of him with wide eyes of surprise. No kid ever had the courage to just walk up to him and grab his attention.
"How did you get that scar?" The kid asked so curiously.
"Uhhh..." Yoongi lost his words. He had no clue how to entertain a child.
You whispered an idea in his ear. He almost snickered.
He went on to use your fake story. "I had a face-off with a dragon. It scratched me with its spike tail and I lost my eye."
"You lost your eye?" The boy wondered with sparkles in his gaze.
Yoongi lowered his head and pried out the prosthetic eye, pinching it in his fingers to show the kid as he kept his right eye shut to not scare him.
"Whoa! Cool!"
Yoongi wore half a smile, trying to suppress the full one. He slipped the prosthesis back behind his eyelids.
"Youngsun!" Called a woman. The kid's mom came up behind him and took his shoulders, then began to apologize to you and Yoongi. "I'm sorry. His curiosity is going to be the death of him one day."
"Curiosity is good sometimes. That's how we met." Yoongi held you even closer against his body.
The mom took her son away.
"Well, that was.... interesting."
"You weren't sassy or rude. I'm proud of you." You gave him a hand to help him off the bench.
He took your offer and got on his feet with your help. "Saying all that was like tasting soap in my mouth."
"Shut up. You're a good guy. You just don't wanna be."
"Duh. You sound just like my girlfriend."
"I AM your girlfriend, jerk." You elbowed him.
"My point exactly."
You sighed, unable to hold a smile. "You're impossible."
Grabbing the grocery bags, you and Yoongi walked to the car.
At home, you cooked dinner together.
After dinner, lights were dimmed and slow music was played. You didn't do it.
Yoongi approached you with the softest eyes.
"What are you doing?" You were skeptical.
"Just shut up."
Placed on your lips was a warm kiss. When it was done, Yoongi looked deep into your eyes and grasped your hands, planting them on his neck where you liked to hold him. You cupped his jaw in your palm and grazed your thumb across the vertical scar on his cheek as you slid the other hand down to his collarbone. He took your hips and pulled you closer until you were standing on his toes. You moved the hand cupping his jaw to his shoulder for better balance.
"I don't think we ever had a good occasion to ourselves. And date nights and makeouts don't count." Yoongi recalled.
"We fixed your car together." You reminded him.
"Ehhhhh—Activity."
You grinned. "You're impossible. Do you even know how to slow dance?"
"Tch. No. Do you?"
"No."
"Well, it can't be that hard. People just waddle around like penguins. I think..."
A tiny giggle escaped your throat. "'Waddling' with you sounds romantic." You said almost sarcastically.
"If you'll have me." His low voice was soft like silk.
"Is that even a question?"
"Pf. No."
Grinning, you shared a kiss with him. When your lips parted and made that satisfying sound you always liked to listen to when you kissed him, he began to sway with the rhythm of the music. All you did was nuzzle him. There were little smiles on the creases of your mouths. And while your eyes were closed, listening to the music and feeling his slow and smooth movements, Yoongi was gazing very softly, very gently, very fondly at the one thing that actually made him happy after his brother. You sank and melted into his body, his arms slithering around your back to hold you tighter and closer.
This was home. Not the place you were at—the arms you were in. Home was always with you. It traveled with you wherever you would go; through the good and the bad. The place didn't matter. It was never a place. It was the people close to you that made home. Family. Home meant happiness, love, comfort, warmth, and hearth. And that's all Yoongi was to you. The apartment never felt like home without him in it. He was home.
Yoongi was your home.
(A/N: Sorry. I have no idea how to end this, and I'm just a sucker for romantic moments, so here we are. This is how I'm gonna end it. 🥰)