Rewind

Chapter 2

[September 10th]

Your boss held a party to celebrate the 10th year anniversary of the company. It was a great evening. I enjoyed talking with your colleagues. I remembered you were embarrassed when your boss teased you about us having kids. It was a subject that you would get easily embarrassed and awkward. Kids... You wanted a son, but both of us weren't ready; busy with our jobs.

The night was beautiful, full of stars shining above our heads. Everyone laughed, danced, smiled, ate and sang.

Why?

•••

There were so many dresses for you to choose from. It was a hard decision since each dress had their unique style.

You were out shopping for a dress for this Saturday's party. Your husband had the day off so he accompanied you.

"Yoongi!" You call him, holding a burgundy dress against your body. "What about this one?"

"It's pretty," he shortly replied.

"Help me choose... It's so hard."

"You look good in whatever you wear, just go in pyjamas."

You laughed and hit his arm playfully. "I'm serious here. I can't go like that! It's your boss' party. I'll look stupid if I dress like that."

"I was serious here too," he mocked you. "Why do you care? What matters is that I think you're pretty. What others think isn't important."

You roll your eyes and walk away from him. You ask one of the employees that was nearby for suggestions. She takes out six dresses and helped you dress. All six were beautiful, but it didn't suit your taste.

You get out of the changing room and searched for Yoongi.

"Let's go, I'll just wear one of the dresses I have at home," you said to his back, before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Are you sure? There's plenty and—"

"Yes."

You went in the car and sigh. You were frustrated that you weren't able to buy a dress. You wanted to look presentable and be a worthy wife.

"Wanna go to another store?" He asked you, starting the car.

"No... Let's just go home. I'm tired."

He steps on the gas pedal and drove.

Arrived home, you went straight on the sofa, laying down. Moving all day to search for a dress had drained your energy. Yoongi sits next to you on the sofa and looked at you.

"We could go again this weekend," he said.

"Mhm..." You mumbled, tiredly.

DAY OF THE PARTY
It's 3:30 p.m. and the party starts at 5:30 p.m.. You look through your closet and took out a few dresses. You try them on, but none of them were suitable enough for the party. Your last option was a short glittery black dress. You try it on and it was decent enough to wear. A touch of makeup and a good hairstyle would do the trick.

You look at the mirror, more or less stratified with the dress, and took it off, before going in the shower.

You wear your bathrobe as you dry your hair with the blow dryer.

"Y/N?" Your husband said behind the closed door. "Can you come out?"

You turn off the blow dryer and opened the door. "What's wrong? If you're looking for your tie, I left it on the bed."