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Min Yoongi #1 (Sad)

"Yoongi," you groaned while lowering your hair straightener down to the bathroom sink.

"What?" he mimicked your tone while peeking his head around the bathroom door to meet your eyes.

"Do we really have to get dressed up?  Because these pajamas... They're just so inviting and comfortable," you replied while staring back at him.

"If you really don't want to get dressed up for our anniversary, you don't have to.  You'll look weird, but I won't mind as long as it isn't me looking like that," he teased.  You huffed and went back to straightening your hair because you knew going in pajamas to the fancy restaurant downtown wasn't an option.  Yoongi honestly wouldn't care, since he really just wanted to make you happy.  Yet, you wanted to make him happy too, and knew that you would be letting him down if you didn't put in effort on this date.  It was your second anniversary, which to most wouldn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it was for you.  It was the first relationship you had that made you feel so special and wanted.  You were still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, and felt as if that stage would never end.

Eventually, you finished with your hair and makeup, and tossed on a dress.  The dress accentuated the curves you had, yet still was considerably conservative.  You felt like a million bucks, but when Yoongi looked at you with his little gummy smile, you somehow felt like a billion bucks.  He made you feel like a rich woman, in that way.

Next thing you know, Yoongi and you were giggling the night away in the dimly lit room and you were having the time of your life.  The way his eyes lit up whenever he started laughing filled your heart with joy, and you truly wanted to look into those eyes forever.  Secretly, you were hoping that he would pop the big question and ask you to marry him then and there.

That didn't happen.

You were disappointed.

However, after you guys started walking to the car, you brushed off your disappointment.  It was only two years together, and Yoongi is the kind of guy who likes to take things slow.  After all, you potentially have the rest of your lives to spend together.  He doesn't have to rush it by proposing after such a short period of time, in the grand scheme of things.

"Hey, Yoongi..." you trailed off while he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yes, y/n?" he answered, with his eyes glued to road.  

"Yoongi..." you continued.

"Y/n? What?" he laughed softly.

"You wanna know something?" you asked.

"Depends," he answered again, while taking a left turn.  You glanced out the window and stared at the stars.  They shined so much more brightly than usual.  Not as bright as Yoongi's eyes, but they were a close second.  "Is it good news?"

"Yes!" you giggled.  "The news is... The news is that I love you."

"Y/n," Yoongi groaned, "I already knew that.  Long ago."  You giggled because you just liked messing with him.  Of course he knew that you loved him; you told him all the time.  Still, you never grew tired of telling him.

"So... Do you have any news to tell me?" you asked innocently.

"Well... I heard that the weather will likely be sunny tomorrow with no clouds, and that there have been some protests recently in [the city you live in]," he teased.  He kept his eyes focused on the road, but you could still see his smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

You shouted, "That is not the news I was talking about!  Min Yoongi, look at me right now and tell me that you love me!"

"Fine," Yoongi surrendered in defeat playfully.  He turned sideways in his seat to face you fully and smiled.  "Y/n, I love-"

His statement was cut abruptly as the air was being knocked out of him by the air bag inflating.  A ringing invaded your ears very briefly before your eyes slammed shut.