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Date | Yoongi

inspired by one of my previous preference chapters (i think it was #1?)

❌❕warning: obscene language

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      You spin the unlit candle on the wick, watching it spin once or twice before losing balance, and falling onto the table. You had been sitting like that for some time now, in the silence, with your hair done and dressed nicely. Yet, it still seemed as if you weren't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

   Yoongi is an hour late.

   Granted, it was only 6:30, and you could still go out. But he promised--he swore up and down--that he'd be home by 4.

    Since you've been dating Yoongi for some time now, you've grown used to the life of living on his idol schedule. Sometimes he doesn't come home for nights in a row, and returns mid-afternoon, wrecked. You know it's unfair to be so expecting of him.

   But today is your birthday. And he promised.

   Sighing, you finally stand, slowly removing accessories as you walk back to your room. Kicking off your shoes at the foot of the couch, undoing your hair, peeling off your clothes.

  They were suffocating. You dressed up, and he was late.

   It doesn't take long for you to change into much more comfortable clothes and begin washing off your light makeup.

   You plop onto the livingroom couch, facedown. The silence of the apartment was both calming, and depressing.

    Finally, you crack and pull out your phone. But you don't text him. You saw no point.

  After a few minutes of just sitting on your phone, you just wander around the house; as you've been doing all day. What an eventful birthday.

    Out of complete spontaneity, you start doing the impossible.

   And bake yourself a cake.

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      "Now this is just depressing." You murmur, staring at the lit candles of your uneaten birthday cake that you'd baked for yourself, in under an hour.

   Miraculously, it only took a few seconds of staring at the birthday cake, before you blow out the candles and throw yourself back on the couch. You were out like a light, before Yoongi finally came home at 7:30.

   He slams open the door, wild eyes scanning the room for you. Immediately, he notices the still-smoking birthday candles, and the discarded clothes trail that led to your shared bedroom.

   "Oh shit!" He hisses, sprinting to the bedroom, not finding you. The panicky rapper scouted every inch of the house before he thought to check the couch.

  Slowly, he sneaks up to the back of the sofa. Your form comes into view, eyes open and staring up at him. All his commotion had woken you up from your 5-minute nap.

   "......Hi.... jagiya..." he trails off, both scared and guilty beyond words. He wasn't sure if you'd be mad, or sad. Preferably mad, as it would make it easier for him. He would much rather be yelled at, than feel the guilt that came with him being nearly 4 hours late on your birthday.

   "Did you forget?" You finally ask, your eyes welling up with tears. Yoongi's heart cracks, and he immediately rushes around the side of the couch to pull your head into his arms.

   "No! I would never forget, love! I just got caught up at the studio because of choreography. I'm so so sorry." He rocks you back and forth in his lap, while you remain silent.

   "Alright," Yoongi declares, pulling away. You sniffle, and look back at him.

   "Grab your shit. We're gonna go get junk food and watch movies all night."

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