Picking up the carefully wrapped gift on top of my table, I half-ran towards my waiting car outside my apartment. I could feel my heart pounding painfully against my chest, and my hands were starting to feel clammy as I put them on the wheel. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I let out the air in my lungs and stepped on the gas.
Today was my boyfriend's first birthday to celebrate inside our relationship, and I want it to be very memorable. I wanted everything to be perfect, making my head hurt. I was and still is a perfectionist. It was one of the traits I hate about myself. I hate that I couldn't keep my focus away from things that didn't seem perfect to me, and I'm worried that this flaw of mine might ruin Yoongi's special day.
No. Everything was going to be perfect. I already planned this ahead of time and I am confident I executed it well. I already called his company to give him a day-off for today, told his members my plan and made sure they will work with me on this. They all seemed to be pretty excited on this so I was confident that they'll do great on their part. But still, the fact that the first part of the plan already failed was making me edgy.
The boys were supposed to keep Yoongi in their dorm until ten am because that's when I come there. At exactly ten am, I would be standing, alert, in front of where they live. Instead, they could only hold there for only thirty more minutes and it was only eight in the morning. They said Yoongi was insisting to use his day-off to go to the studio and work. So here I was, rushing to their home while Yoongi wait for his members so they can go with him to the studio.
At eight 'o twenty, I received a message from Namjoon, telling me to execute my plan at the studio because they couldn't keep Yoongi any longer. Sighing in frustration, I began to feel the itch in my mind, screaming at how imperfect things were going. I slowly reversed my course and took the road to the BigHit.
Once at the place, I hastilly picked the box beside me, locked the doors and ran towards the nearest elevator. I couldn't let Yoongi be too engrosed in his work before I appear. If he's already so focused, he would just find my surprise irritating. That would effectively make my plan a failure, and I couldn't have that.
When the elevator door finally opened, I ran to where the studio was and saw that the rest of the boys were standing, on guard, outside the room.
"There you are!" Jin whispered, smiling widely. "Go get him! He'd been so serious today. Cheer him up!"
I just nodded at him, my heart pounding fast.
I knocked, three times, on the door before slowly pushing it open. There, I saw Yoongi, already focused with the music he's making. I felt my heart got crushed as my brain went crazy with how things turned out.
I cleared my throat, wanting to at least give him my gifts and greet him a happy birthday, then leave him to his work. Yoongi turned and smiled when he saw me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, turning his swivel chair so he was now fully facing me.
"I - uh... I just want to greet you a happy birthday. I'll leave now so I wouldn't disturb you. Happy birthday again," I said before turning back.
"Jagi," Yoongi called and looked back. He looked worried, but he still didn't stand. He was probably thinking I'm annoying because I disturbed him only to leave immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked in a soothing tone, and I couldn't help but melt at his voice.
I suddenly remembered the gift and cake I brought him so I rushed over to him, only to realized that I only bought the cake and left the gift on my car. This day was now officially a mess.
I began to sob at my frustration. Yoongi just held out his arms to me, inviting me to him. Slowly, I walked toward him, tears falling from my eyes. He took my hand in his, his other hand going to my waist. He gently guided me and made me sit on his lap. He placed his one hand on my head, made me lean on the crook of his neck before hugging me tight.
"Shhh..." he whispered without knowing what happened. He probably knew something didn't go according to plan already. I always end up crying when it happens, that's why he reacted like this. Only, he didn't know yet what that plan was.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed as he playfully twirl strands of my hair on his finger. "I mean to surprise you today for your birthday, but I ended up disturbing you while you work. And I even forgot my freaking gift! I totally ruined your birthday. I'm so sorry," I cried.
I felt Yoongi chuckle so I slapped his chest lightly. "Why are you laughing?" I asked.
"Because you're crying over non-sense. You didn't ruin my day," he said and I shook my head.
"I did."
"No, you didn't. In fact, you made it. You told me you wouldn't be able to make it today, that's why I decided to work instead. But now, you're here. It doesn't matter to me if it went to your plan or not or if you have a gift for me or none... I'm just so happy that you're here. So don't cry, okay? You didn't ruin anything." Yoongi switched from playing with my hair to smoothing it, giving me kisses on my head every other word.
I smiled at his words and gave his neck a kiss. "I'm sorry I'm such a freak. I know I act like a kid, but I can't help it. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "Your being a perfectionist is who you are. You wouldn't be you without it. So don't be sorry for it. It's a part of you and I love it."
Those words melted my heart and I choked on a sob. "Happy birthday, Min Yoongi." I whispered against his neck.
He gently pushed me away and stared at my eyes, smiling his gummy smile at me. "Thank you. And I love you," he said.
- End
