Yoongi missed home.

He missed his brother even though they were not that close but he started to think that having his brother as a companion was not that bad, in fact, he secretly enjoyed when they spent time together playing hide and seek at the park near their house. Oh, childhood memories.

He missed his friends and his crew in Daegu. He missed playing street-basketball with them, laughing about the girls who was watching them just because Yoongi was there, telling joke with each other and doing other random stuffs together. But most importantly, he really really missed doing music together with them again. Because they were the reason he could be the Yoongi that people knew. They were the reason why Min Yoongi was exist up to this day, this minute, this second. At this very moment. 
He missed his parents too, of course. But he did not want to think about it because he knew that he would be crying. And no, Min Yoongi would never cried. It was just not his style.

Sometimes Yoongi wondered what it would be like if he did not went to Seoul and just spent his days in Daegu after he graduated high school five years ago. Maybe he would enroll to university and majoring in business? or just stuck in his old-little studio where he and his crew produced their music together.

Thinking about that made Yoongi a little bit nostalgic, though. He really really missed home and if he had a superpower to transport to another place, maybe he would had used it by now. Sometimes he hated himself for not going home as often as he could.

Being the main composer in his own company (his boyfriend’s company actually, but his boyfriend insisted that it soon become his company too. So, Yoongi might as well call it that way) made him did not have a decent days off for him to go home. He only managed coming home twice a year.

Yoongi stared at the white cup on his hands. Hot green-tea was his only companion while the raindrops outside his window got bigger and bigger. It made Yoongi felt like the weather knew what he was feeling at this very moment. Ah, so much memories flashed on his eyes.

Yoongi was too lost in his own thought to notice someone just closed his apartment door. And only realised that when beautiful fingers locking themselves on Yoongi’s stomach and someone put his chin on his shoulder tenderly.

"Thinking about home again, babe?" asked the guy with his deep voice. He tighten his fingers around Yoongi’s stomach when he asked that question and Yoongi could feel his breath right beside his ears.

"You should stop doing that, Namjoon." said Yoongi, a little bit annoyed with the younger man because he just disturbed his alone time. "Or I swear I’ll punch you at some point in the future." added Yoongi, again with his annoyed voice without even spared the silver-hair guy a glance.

Namjoon, the guy with a beautiful silver-hair, only snuggled more into the crock of Yoongi’s neck and shoulder then smiled. Showing his lovely dimple unconsciously. Then the taller man only grinned and whispered something to Yoongi with his deep-y voice.

"I don’t mind if you punch me, babe. Only if you use your lips, of course."

"Really Namjoon-ah? Could you be more sappier than this?" Asked Yoongi while facing the younger man. Sarcasm clearly showed in his voice.

But again, Namjoon only chuckled and helped Yoongi to put his cup of hot green-tea back to its original place, on the table.

"But you love it when I am on my sappy-mode, don’t you?" teased Namjoon while looking at him, right in his beautiful dark eyes. Yoongi could only rolled his eyes, because when Namjoon was in his romantic-mode, Yoongi really wanted to scream how cute he could be. It made Yoongi wanted to curl up in his bed and kicked his blanket.

"Seriously, though. Were you just thinking about your hometown again? You know we could go there now if you want to, hyung."

"Yes I was. It was not a big deal, Namjoon. You know I always get too emotional on the rainy days." Yoongi said nonchalantly and avoided Namjoon’s eyes. "Besides I don’t want to mess up your tight schedule, director Kim."

"You’re my first priority, baby, you know that. And if you want to go home now, then so be it. I can always ask Jin to take care of our company." Namjoon said while caressing Yoongi’s cheek. And looking at him with that worried look again.

"Namjoon, I’m not a girl so don’t look at me like I’m the most fragile thing in the world." Yoongi complained but he leaned deeper to his lover’s hand. His eyes never left Namjoon’s. "Beside I’m already home, idiot."

Namjoon only looked at him confusedly and raising one of his eyebrows, asking what did Yoongi mean in his last sentence. Oddly enough, Namjoon did not understand the implied meaning of that.

"I’m home, because you’re here with me, idiot. Because for me, home is wherever you are, Namjoon."

And that sentence alone was enough to make Namjoon squealing like a dinosaurs. Because let’s be real, Min Yoongi was being romantic towards him and life could not get better for Namjoon. 

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