Once more it happened. A sigh of frustration made its way past your lips, fingers irritatedly tapping at the surface of the dining table. Your gaze switched from your now empty glass to the empty seat before you. He stood you up again. Of course you understood. You understood he had to prioritize his career because it was his dream. You were in no position to get between him and his dream. You just missed him. And not to bring up the fact that he gave you no warning about his disappearance whatsoever. As negative thoughts rushed into your head, you remembered one vivid memory of Yoongi's inquiry:
"{Y/N}.. I need you to understand something. No matter how much I want to be here with you, I'm going to have to prioritize work. I can't jeopardize my career and I need you to know that this relationship will take hard work.. are you willing to put in the effort ??"
You flinched as you remembered your own words.
"Of course, 내 사랑."
You had replied without hesitation. Maybe you should have thought that promise through..
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You were back in your home after waiting at the restaurant in which you and Yoongi were supposed to meet, for four hours. You propped off your shoes hastily, dropping your keys on a counter nearby. Defeatedly, you plopped down upon the couch in your living room, pulling your phone out. As you unlocked it, a message popped up in the notification box, brightening up your screen. Hesitantly you checked it, knowing it was another apology from your busy idol boyfriend.
[MSG: My Gummy 💗] Babe I'm sorry I didn't make it to dinner. Management insisted we stayed overtime to practice. I'll pass by your place in a bit.
You quickly locked your phone after rereading the message multiple times. Your heart ached for his embrace; for his soothing voice when talking; for his infamous gummy smile. You ached for his presence. Curling up in your couch, you momentarily closed your eyes in an attempt to remember how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you and to be comforted by the heat emitting from his small frame. A sad, reminiscing smile adorned your features. Oh, how you missed your adorable boyfriend.
You were jolted awake at the sound of keys scrambling to open the front door. Excitement flowed through your body at the realization that he was finally here. The door opened, finally, and at the entrance stood Yoongi, his tired gaze scanning the area in a desperate search for his loving and supportive partner. Once laying eyes on you, his features immediately lit up. You were his escape from the exhausting idol life he lived. A soft smile tugged the corners of your lips, hiding the prior melancholy that you felt not too long ago. You stood up on the couch waiting for Yoongi to approach you so you could cling yourself onto his figure. Arms wrapped around his neck, you began to leave a trail of loving kisses all over his features. He couldn't help but to smile at your show of affection. He instinctively placed his hands on your lower back, a bright smile forming on his lips.
"I'm sorry I took so long-" The male apologized once more, genuine worriment behind his tone. Upon saying those words, your grip on him loosened and your smile faltered oh so slightly. You did your best to keep it. To keep up this facade that you were completely comfortable with your relationship's state. To your surprise, Yoongi had caught on to the fading of your smile. He furrowed his brows, a concerned expression now upon his face.
"{Y/N}-ah, what's wrong ??" He questioned you.
You, once again, forced that soft smile that hid all of your insecurities and doubts.
"Nothing 내 사랑. What are you talking about ??"
You heard a quiet huff escape him and you looked up to see his quizzical gaze staring right through you. A brow was raised at your sad attempt to hide your true feelings. You felt two hands at your arms, guiding you back to the couch to take a seat. Yoongi rushingly sat besides you.
"You're not fooling me with that. {Y/N} {L/N}, what's bothering you ??" He pushed further, but not in an irritating way. His voice showed his concern and he had a right to know what was going through your head. You sighed.
"I-.. Yoongi it's just that.." You stopped. No. You can't expose yourself. How could you even think of putting him through that emotional stress ?? He has enough to worry about without you piling on to that with your selfish musings. Your mouth snapped shut, a small dismissive wave of your hands following.
"It's nothing."
"Are you.. Unhappy with me {Y/N}-ah ??" He sounded heartbroken. Looking back at him, your heart ached at his crestfallen expression. Cupping the sides of his face, you spoke again.
"Yoongi. I love you so much. I.. I just miss you. I want to.. I want to be selfish and keep you to myself 24/7. I want you to be by my side at all times. I sometimes long for our relationship to be.. normal. You can understand that, right ?? It's nothing we can't work thro-" You were abruptly cut off by a scoff. He pulled away from your touch, eyes narrowed at you. Despite this hostile position he suddenly took, you could see the hurt in his eyes. You really hurt him.
"Normal ?? Is that what you want {Y/N} ?? I worked my ass off to achieve what I have today. I told you before how hectic my work schedule was but this is what I'm passionate for. I gave you an out. Do you remember the promise you made ?? You told me-" A crack in his voice could be heard. His gaze was clouded by tears that were beginning to form. He cleared his throat.
"You told me it was.. okay. You said you were fine with it. Now you're telling me you're not ?? That's convenient." His words were spat at you, making their effect on you feel like daggers to the heart. Instinctively, you took on the defensive.
"Of course I promised you !! I meant it !! But you're a workaholic. I never see you anymore !! You don't even give me one goddamn phonecall to warn me you're gonna be late or you're not going to show up. I wait hours upon hours for you to come, to call, for you to fulfill promises that never come true !! So don't come at me with bullshit like 'you promised.'" You spat back dangerous words with equal indignation. Your anger was built up frustration that shouldn't have been worded so harmfully. Yoongi physically flinched at your words. He opened his mouth as if to speak but he remained silent. A hand ran through his hair, a hostile expression plastered onto his features. He glared at you and you glared back at him. You felt the tension in the air between you. You felt the anger between you. But mainly, you felt the regret. You felt the remorse and fear. You both were afraid to lose each other but neither of you knew what to do.
"Is it really going to end like this..??" He broke the silence with a soft, barely audible question. You repeated the question in your head. Was this fixable?? You both sat down once more, a dreaded silence between you both. Hesitantly, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together. He gently pulled you into a hug and you rested your head upon his chest.
"{Y/N}.. what do we do now ??" He spoke softly but the question made you uneasy. You really had no idea what to do next.
"I don't know Yoongi..." Your reply was the last thing said between you two that night. You both fell asleep in your embrace but the question lingered in the home:
What was going to happen after the truth had come to light??
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