#lostkeys

Taking out the last basket from the trunk of my car, I shut the door. It was nice weather today, there was a subtle wind that helped cope with the heat. Looking up at the apartment complex I couldn't help but feel an excitement and nervousness to what was to come soon. 

running up the stairs I enter the building, the walls were brown as if they were of wood.  paintings which yoongi and me already walked around examining to see if they were real. 

He says they aren't, I tease him and say that he wouldn't know but you can definitely tell that it's a print out. there are multiple small antique looking tables with a vase of flowers in each floor. the tenants has told us that each floor has a different flower. Of course I had to go to each floor and they weren't wrong, our floor has vases full of Gladiolus. Their beautiful delicate red petals and their alluring scent made it all the more better. 

turning the corner I come in view of the elevator "hurry up" yoongi says loudly. smiling I run down the hall into the elevator "are you that excited" he says raising a brow, not able to contain the smile creeping on his lips as he stares down at you. "yes! aren't you? you always said you wanted to leave home"

licking his lips he takes the basket from you, placing it on the box beside his feet "yeah you're right" the doors to the elevator close and he eyes the number panel. you're eyes turn to the panel and you giggle "you waited for I could do it" you tease him, rolling his eyes he reaches over "forget it then" 

"no no i'll do it!" you hold his arm, the reason he waited was because on the panel each floors flower was next to the number. pressing on your floor you hold his hand "we're going to have a lot of fun together" you give him a reassuring smile.  

when you had told your parents that you were moving and attending your dream school they were supportive. but there was a catch, they said it would only happen if yoongi went too. they had heard from his mother that he was thinking of attending as well. and since you had applied to schools close to home they had other options. 

you hated that you doubted yourself to the point of applying to safe schools near home. if you had trusted yourself and just applied to xxx university then it would've never been a problem. but there was a issue..yoongi's father wanted him to immediately start working at their family company. there was a huge argument and my parents were involved, yoongi then announced he got accepted to the same school as and said he was leaving. 

you asked him if he chose this cause your parents had put that condition in letting you move. his reply was simple. He said 'I just need to get away from home, and plus..i'm not ready to part ways from you'  at that moment your head said that you should be happy, butterflies erupt in your stomach but your heart ached at his words, part from you yet. The two of you having to go your separate ways is inevitable. 

The doors to the elevator opened and he carries both the box and basket while you rush down the hall to your door. The two of you having your own apartment but right next to each other was the most exciting thing to you. 

Your mom was inside helping you unpack the boxes "is that the end?" she sighs seeing another box being brought in "yes" you respond "Didn't you make her a donation box as well" yoongi says placing the box down "yes I did, she choose to keep everything" your mom glares at you "I had nothing I wanted to part with!" you defend yourself but they both stared at you in disbelief. 

yoongi leaves to his apartment where your dad was, helping him unpack. Thankfully you guys started early in the morning by 5pm everything was almost done. with the few boxes left of clothes and all but the living room furniture fully built...it was the only furniture your mom and you could handle to to do together. 

"don't worry I'll do the rest of her furniture later" yoongi and your dad place the boxes of pizza on the living room floor. scooting next to you he leans in and whispers "you'd think that maybe just maybe you would've built the table for us to eat" 

"oh shut up, if you want it that bad then you can go build it!" you glare at him which he can't help but mess with your hair as he pushes you slightly. the entire day you felt excited but now that your parents were getting ready to leave you felt uneasy and nauseous. your troubled face was no secret to your mother, pulling you into a tight hug she said words of encouragement to you, your dad talking to yoongi waiting for the chance to hug you too. 

"alright, take care. the two of you, watch over each other" your dad says as you both walk them to the elevator. 

you were sitting on your floor in the living room as you brush your hair after showering. yoongi went to his apartment to do the same. After 20 minutes or so you hear a knock on your front door. jumping on your feet you rush to the door opening, "did you even check to see who it was" he says walking in "why? I knew it'd be you!" you wrap your arms around his waist giggling "weren't you just sad" he unwraps your arms, turning. you hum "I had a moment, what's wrong with it" chuckling he hugs you. 

"yoongi"

"yeah?" 

"did you build your bed?" 

"it was the first thing I built" he laughs 

"thank god, can I sleep over?" he tilts his head, making a noise as if he was thinking. hitting his chest he laughs "yes, lets go then cause i'm tired" not bothering to get anything but your pillow you both walk next door. his apartment had most if not all the furniture done but the apartment was very much crowded with boxes "What were you guys doing? just unboxing?" you shake your head moving a box over so you could walk better "yeah, that way I will only worry about yours instead of having to do it all alone" pouting you stare in disbelief "alone? I'm going to help you!" shaking his head he lifts his palm "stop there, you know damn well why I don't want you to help" 

parting your lips to tell him his comment is insulting you couldn't help but stay silent when you remember how the last time you helped him in one furniture there were more left over screws then there should've been and then he built something wrong due to your horrible instructions reading. "fine" you cross your arms and walk away. entering his room. 

he follows after turning off the lights. his bed was made and the boxes opened had more pillows, grabbing one you jump on the bed and get under the covers. "tomorro-" covering your mouth with his palm he shakes his head " I am tired, I am not going anywhere tomorrow" rolling your eyes you can't help but stare at him as his eyes occasionally close as if to rest. 

your heart fluttered as his hand rested on your arms, his thumb brushing against your skin "sleep y/n" he mutters, you shut your eyes but after a while open them again to look at him. he sighs, eyes opening "can you not sleep?" he says. 

"don't worry, just sleep" you say turning around. you hear him sigh as the weight of his side shifts. you feel the warmth radiating from him against your body as he wraps his arms around your frame pressing your back against his chest. his legs intertwined with yours. he bury's his face in your long dark hair "sleep" he whispers. 

maybe it was the fact that the two of you had move far from home, and you don't know how long it's going to take to get used to living alone, even if he is next door. sleeping "alone" is maybe the most unnatural thing to you. 

"can we sleep together until i'm used to all this" he snorts, laughing into your neck "we can always sleep together we don't need reason..but if you do not shut up and go to sleep right now I will kick you out" you can't help but laugh 

"goodnight yoongi" he hums 

you wake up before him, his arm resting over you as his chest is pressed against your back. you manage to slip away without waking him up, the light entering from the windows made him scrunch his brows as he shifts in bed. you quickly look around grabbing a random folded box and propping it up against the window. I need to find the curtains , you mumble leaving the room as quiet as you could. 

even if he planned for the two of you to stay home and not go out, you felt as if you needed to help him unpack since he would be busy doing your furniture. four hours passed and it was 12 o'clock when he finally got out of bed. he followed the shuffling sounds, entering the separate room as you carefully set up his books on the shelf that he had built the day before. leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed he clears his throat to catch your attention but fails to notice you had headphones on. 

he doesn't move from place, watching you open another box and pulling out the books as you carefully set them on the shelfs. it wasn't until you got to your second box since he had entered that you turn, surprised you couldn't help but scream as you felt startled by him. he laughs at your wide eyes. "yoongi!" he apologizes, walking up to you he glances in the box you were emptying "it's your music books...I left you instruments alone..not wanting to break anything" he looks to his left seeing his piano leaning against the wall as he had left it and his two guitar cases on the ground "thanks" he says, opening his guitar case he points at the devices on the wall "do you know what that's for?" 

"a tv?" you say, you didn't know what it was for, should you mention you almost bust your head open with one as you stood up and failed to notice something was there. 

he places the guitar on the wall stands, standing back as he ensures its safe "ta-da" he says with a childlike smile on his face "I almost busted my head open with that" you purse your lips, the ends curved up. "what?" 

"I bend down to pick up a box and when I got up, almost hit my head" you laugh, now it was funny, but he wasn't laughing "should I remove them?" he mutters

"what? No! now i'll know...I was just careless" his face showed concern, sighing you take out more books from the box "I just won't come in here yeah? you always wanted to mount your guitars on the wall back home. don't take it down" 

"you can come in here...just be careful" he watches you nod, helping you place the rest of the books onto the shelfs. after joining you, it wasn't long before you both finished the room "I finished the living room and kitchen earlier all that's left is your room. do you want me to do it?" you ask, shaking his head he waves his hand as if dismissing the idea "I'll do that, why don't we get something to eat and then head to your place and start there" you both leave the apartment to get something. 

"i'll carry it, you just worry about opening the door" you open your purse and dig into it, searching for your keys "where are they" you mumble. 

sighing his eyes narrowed   "y/n please please pleasee tell me you didn't lose your keys again" you give him a sheepish smile "I think..I left them inside"   

"let's check my apartment" 

after a long search the two of you sit on the sofa defeated. "Sorry.." you mumble, his elbows propped on his knees as he rubbed his temple. you couldn't make a joke to lighten up the mood, feeling as if he was really mad at you. 

he looks up at you and chuckles "what am I going to do with you" 

and this is the story behind why yoongi has a copy of your key. 

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