BTS Imagines

What More Can I Want? - Yoongi

Buckets of paint, brushes, paste, knives, and wallpapers were scattered on the ground, a ladder stood in the middle of the empty room. The door opened to reveal the couple who were renovating their newly bought apartment to their liking.

"I was thinking, how about we put up a small chandelier here?" Y/n suggested.

"I think that would be wonderful," Yoongi beamed.

The girl smiled back. She exaggeratedly cracked her knuckles, and rolled her neck.

"Okay! Time to get to work! Chop chop!"

Yoongi giggled quietly at her hyperactive ways. The two separated the sheets of wallpaper, and examined the design.

"What if we paint these two walls white, that one gray, and put wallpapers on this one?" Yoongi wondered out loud.

"That would be perfect."

Moments later, Brian Crain's Butterfly Waltz was played on the speakers. Y/n turned to look at Yoongi who grinned at her, knowing it was one of her favorite waltz. She blew him a kiss.

Time to time, the couple would poke fun at each other.

"Do you need some help, little one? I see you can't reach the top of it," Yoongi teased, smiling smugly.

"Says the guy who is like, seven centimeters taller than me," she shot back, smirking at the now-pouting boy.

"Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart, "You need not hurt me so cruelly."

And they both ended up laughing at each other.

They worked hard, but they enjoyed themselves. Y/n had sneakily put some white paint on Yoongi's nose, and in return, he put some gray on her cheek. They chased each other around the room sometimes, their laughter sweeter than the tunes that played on the speakers. Sometimes they slowly swayed to whichever music was on while painting the walls. The playlist went from Tchaikovsky to Yiruma, Debussy to Rachmaninoff. When the sun began to set, their work on two walls was almost done.

"Yoongi, I think we should be done by tom-yikes!"

Y/n squeaked as she was dragged by the waist to the middle of the room. Yoongi's face glowed as he slow-danced with his girl in his arms. It was Chopin's Nocturne opus 9 no. 2, another classical piece that Y/n loved, that he had come to love too because of her. He placed his arm ever-so-gently around her waist, and held her smaller hand in his large one. A soft smile tugged at his pink lips. She mirrored his expression. They skillfully avoided all the equipments on the floor. They twirled, like the leaves in Fall, their bodies painted in fiery colors of the dying daylight. Lost in each other's eyes they waltzed, the time forgotten, but the moment lived on.

The pitter-patter of the rain on the glass window was accompanied by the melody of Brian Crain's Rain that Yoongi was playing on the piano. It was perfectly intertwined with the tune that the violin sung out, the instrument was played by Y/n. They matched each other's pace, accenting the right notes in harmony, like they'd done this a million times before. They were both feeling the music in their bones. The chandelier's dull glow gave the right amount of light to be able to experience this the best way. When the piece ended, they two looked at each other. No words were exchanged, just a smile from each was able to convey the message. Yoongi walked to Y/n, both standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The boy wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. She snuggled into his warmth a little more, finding security in his embrace. She smiled, turning around to look at Yoongi in the eyes. His dark orbs twinkled with delight. Could they have asked for anything more?