Fields of Gold (MYG)✔️

Part 62

You realized now that Yoongi had purchased the penthouse, you didn't have to worry about packing it up, but you did want to spend some time prepping to have it unused for a few months and you and Yoongi spent some time when you were waiting for his calls on the set to figure out how to arrange for a house manager to watch over the place.

You also mentioned to Yoongi that you had one more storage unit of stuff from your parents' place. He had frowned at you for a few minutes before simply getting up from the couch, grabbing your purse and keys and handing them to you. You laughed and got him to sit down again, pointing out that some of that stuff had sat there for a decade now, it could sit a few more days until your free Sunday.

That next Sunday, you had descended on the storage unit and walked into a life you hadn't really looked at for ages. Yoongi turned on all the lights and let you wander through the little path you and Katia had carved in the unit the last time you'd come through here.

You stared at some of the pieces and shook your head.

"I'm never going to use some of this," you said as you turned to Yoongi and shrugged off your coat.

You dug out the notebook, painter's tape and sharpies you'd brought with, and started the process of writing keep, donate, storage on pieces of tape. After you'd walked around a little, you realized you were writing donate more than anything else.

Yoongi looked over to where you were and came to wrap his arms around you.

"You ok Babygirl," he asked, and you nodded your head slowly.

"Yea, I think when Kat and I went through this a few years ago, I was still holding onto some of this because it was my parents. But just because this was their bedroom furniture does not mean it's my style at all," you said looking over your choices one more time.

"I think it's more guilt to hold onto this stuff than anything else," you said and Yoongi nodded.

"I don't think your parents will be saddened if you choose not to keep every single piece of furniture they touched (Y/N), but that decision is up to you," he said and you smiled to hear it.

"I'll take some photos and make sure none of my cousins want any of this and then we'll figure out how to empty this out," you said. On one hand, you were pretty happy with your choices and also the thought of not having to pay for a storage unit anymore. On the other hand, the guilt of getting rid of things was trying to build up. You thought you'd gotten over that the last time you'd done that and realized that the ache in your heart wasn't really guilt over getting rid of ugly end tables you'd never liked, but more that they were some of the last physical remnants of your parents.

When you got back to the penthouse, Yoongi disappeared with his tablet, and you headed into your office. You sat in your chair and let your thoughts flow around you trying to figure out what was bothering you about the storage unit.

Yoongi walked back in with his tablet and got your attention.

"Babygirl, what would you say to having an area for your parents in your office?" Yoongi showed you what was on his tablet. The Wikipedia page was opened to show photos of little shrines and you smiled.

"I don't think I need a shrine to my parents, Yoongi," you started but the look on his face stopped you.

"I think you do Babygirl," he said taking your hand in his. "It doesn't have to be a full shrine like this, but you don't have to hide them away in your violin case," he teased, and you nodded your head.

"It's your home too (Y/N), not just mine," he said and leaned down to press a kiss against your hair again.

Later that afternoon, Yoongi finished hanging the shelf you'd chosen on the wall in your office, above one of the smaller bookcases. You reached up to adjust the photo of your parents so that it was level, then placed the box with their wedding rings on the little shelf and stepped back to look at your handiwork.

Your mom and dad smiled at you out of their portrait, and you smiled to see it up on the wall for the first time in ages. You stood in Yoongi's arms for a few minutes, relishing the love you felt from the photo and the man behind you and were content in your life in all of it's aspects, for the first time in a very long time.

It was the middle of April before Hoseok was able to finish up his editing process and head north. Yoongi had said they had filmed the video over in the Baja and had done some of the original recording in Mexico City, but all the editing was done in Miami.

That sort of matched with the Hoseok you had become familiar with over the last couple months, and you hoped he'd had time to enjoy the beach while he was there. April in Chicago was damp and cold still, the warmer temperatures wouldn't show up for a few more weeks and you were happier than you thought you'd be that the penthouse had fireplaces to use.

Hobi insisted he could do everything himself and you reluctantly agreed when Yoongi let him do it. You prepped the apartment as best you could for another house guest, but the film production was starting to ramp up and you were starting to head down to the set earlier and earlier every day.

You were in the trailer talking with Miso about what kind of work you could expect to be doing at HYBE Seoul when Yoongi walked in. He started gathering up his stuff for the day and you told Miso to hold on.

Putting your phone on mute you looked at Yoongi and he smiled a huge smile.

"His flight should be landing within the hour, and Jason and the PA agreed to let me bail for the day," he said excitedly. You smiled back and unmuted the phone to finish up with Miso. Hanging up the phone you found Yoongi staring at you.

He put down what was in his hands and came over to crouch next to your chair.

"Babygirl, you know I don't expect you to work for HYBE while you're in Korea, right? I don't expect you to work at all," said Yoongi and you smiled.

"I expect me to work Yoongi," you said, and he made his flat face to disagree. "If I don't have a job, I will feel like an absolute mooch Yoongi, I can't let you pay for everything, that doesn't sit right with me at all," you said, and Yoongi's frown lightened a bit before he nodded.

"Ok I understand. I don't like it though," he said and made you laugh.

Leaning over, you kissed him and smiled.

"I know but for now it's what I need to do. Will you put up with it for at least a little bit, please" you asked, and he sighed.

Wrapping his arms around you, he tucked you under this chin before replying.

"If it's what you need to do for yourself Babygirl, I understand," he said before he let go, and stood up. Offering you a hand, he tugged you up and wrapped you in his arms once more.

"The instant it starts to put even the smallest amount of stress on you though..." he trailed off and you giggled.

"Oh, sure that's fair. Let's try that in reverse," you said, and he grimaced. "Hey Yoongi, I know you have to make music and be an idol, but I don't like the amount of stress it puts on you," you said, and he nodded and laughed before leaning over to kiss you again.

"Ok, I get it," he said and hugged you once more before bending to pick up his pack. You turned to start packing your own stuff up and Yoongi shuffled from foot-to-foot waiting for you by the door.

You could see how excited he was, so you hurried and got from the set to the apartment in near record time. Yoongi hurried upstairs to unpack everything and get everything set out the way he wanted.

Yoongi had wanted to cook for Hobi as soon as he'd arrived home, but you urged him to wait until Hoseok was actually here before he started, just to make sure that he wasn't in the middle of cooking when he arrived.

You distracted Yoongi for a few minutes by asking him to check the guest suite one more time to make sure it was clean, but when the doorbell rang, he nearly sprinted up the hallway to open the door.