Who Are You!

                                    

                                          
After Yoongi's friends went home, he entered the living room looking for you. "Lil' Meowmeow, where are you? You can come out now." He looked behind the large potted plant, under the end tables by the couch, and behind the curtains to the balcony.
"Lil' Meow, I know you hurt and are still scared, but please come out. It's just you and me now."
You cautiously peek out from under the couch, your hiding place, keeping a wary eye on the intimidating Vac-Uum across the room. There is too something to be afraid of! But it hasn't moved since Yoongi sent it away.
Staring at the Roomba, you are surprised to see his face smiling at you. He has gotten down on his hands and knees looking for you. "Ahh, here you are. Come on out. I made a little place for you to sleep tonight."
A bed, oh my gosh, I would love to sleep in a real bed! You slowly come out from under the couch.
You follow him to his room and look with longing at his bed. You are about to leap up when he says, "Over here, Lil' Meow, um, I mean Yuna. I made this little bed for you."
You hate to seem ungrateful, but it is a cut cardboard box with what looks like a few folded towels for bedding. You gracefully walk over to it—well, as gracefully as your bandage paw will allow—and gingerly step in. The box smells like tangerines, and I smell something else I didn't notice before in here. . . whiskey, Irish whiskey.
Then you noticed the writing on the box, 'Tangerines,' and you cat smile. My own scented bed. You looked up at Yoongi to meow thanks, but you sighed instead when you saw the large, comfy bed behind him. 
You are so tired, and your earlier nap was interrupted. It didn't take long before you were asleep. Sometime during the night, you heard a sound coming from the bed and padded over. You leaped up on the corner. It's Yoongi. He is restless and whimpering.
Oh no, he is having a nightmare. You softly pad over to him and rub your head on his. His restlessness decreased, and you licked his cheek. His hand wipes his face, but he is still asleep and now more peaceful. You climb on his chest, laying down with your nose close to his chin. 
You feel his chest rise and fall with a sigh, and he is all quiet now. You rest your head down and close your eyes, keeping your ears alert to any sounds of distress from him. Your exhaustion takes you into a deep, body-healing, soul-mending sleep.
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Yoongi is dreaming he is with a beautiful woman. He can feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. In his dream, he smiles and lets his hands travel down her back as he lifts his head to kiss her shoulder. His body is already responding to her warm softness when suddenly he is wide awake. "Wait, one damn minute, there shouldn't be..."
"UGH!!!! Oh my god. What the hell!? Who are you!?"
Yoongi jumped out of bed, causing you to roll off him. It was then you noticed your hands, yes, your human hands. You panic and roll off the bed, pulling the sheet with you. You are completely naked and so embarrassed. With large, piercing blue eyes, you peek at him over the edge of the mattress. He is standing there in pajama pants with his hands on his hips.
"Who are you?" he glares at you and takes his cell from the nightstand. "Tell me who you are and how you got in here before I call the police!"
You look around for an escape, then roll your eyes, Stupid, you're naked. You won't get too far. Ugh! You are so stupid. You slowly stand, holding the sheet close to you.