Min Yoongi Oneshots

Enigma

You and Yoongi had only been dating for a month. It was a slow and content relationship. It wasn't easy to read Yoongi's emotions and at this point he hadn't learned how to open up yet, but you'll definitely get there—you both loved each other and that's all you needed.

Today was his birthday and you were so nervous about giving his present to him. Was he going to be happy, cringed out? He was always mysterious with his emotions while you wore your heart on your sleeve.

He was your enigma.

You knocked on his studio door with the gift in your hand. You'd bought him a chunky silver ring with jagged grooves from his favourite jewellery line. It also had the date you both met. You were hoping it was good enough for him to maybe wear at concerts. Yoongi appeared from behind the door, the familiar half-asleep look, which you adored, on his face.

"Hey y/n," he said, softly smiling.

You replied with a shy 'hey' and he gently pulled you in by the hand—something that was still relatively new. Something that he loved too, but wouldn't admit...yet.

"I bought you a present," you said as you both sat on the black leather sofa, showing him the small box in your hand.

"Huh?" his mouth was slightly agape.

"Your birthday?" you raised your eyebrows, "I'm sure I got the date right."

"Oh right my birthday," he nodded his head while you chuckled at his obliviousness. He shyly took the box out of your hand.

You spotted an adoring smile on his face which he was desperately trying to keep at bay, but failing, which made you laugh silently. As he leaned forward where you couldn't see his face and opened the box you started to feel nervous, chewing on your lip and awaiting his reaction. It was silent for a few moments which made you think he didn't like it. He delicately took the ring out with his rough fingers, turning it over and stopped as he spotted the date carved expertly into the metal.

"That's….the date we first met," he whispered out.

You hummed in response, still biting on your bottom lip. But you let out a breath that you held in in relief when you watched him slide the ring on one of his fingers.

"I love it," you heard his shaky voice say.

You leaned forward a little to try and get a look at his face.

"You're not crying are you?" you asked in amusement and concern.

He turned away blinking rapidly to disperse the tears as best as he could. "No," he replied gruffly.

"Aw Yoongi," you replied, your voice high-pitched and sickly sweet as you hugged him tightly.

He made sounds of protest but still held your arms in place but of course you weren't going to let go of him - you knew him better than that.

After you pulled away, you leaned your head on his shoulder, holding his hand and played with his finger that now adorned the new ring. 

"Are you happy?" you whispered.

"Yes," his deep voice vibrated.

"Promise you'll tell me anything," you started, shifting your head to him, "if you need to."

"I'll get there, I promise," he tightened his arms around you a little, a gesture to reassure you, because he really was happy with you, it'll just take time for him to express.