His Pyromaniac

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You frowned and shook your head at him.

"I promise it will just the boys and their families. Besides Jungkook still blames himself for whatever happened. You know that it's not his fault." He said knowing it will make you think.

It was true, Jungkook and Bell both blamed themselves for your miscarriage but it wasn't the case. There was no way the baby would have survived and the only person to blame was you.

You looked at Yoongi who just gave a short nod before breathing out slowly.

Just a few hours.

You nodded back and saw your husband giving a smile that you forgot was that charming.

He helped you up from the bed and dragged you to the bathroom.

"Take as long as you need. I'll be outside. I'll be waiting."

I'll be waiting was something Yoongi regularly said to let you know that he is out there and prevent you from doing anything stupid.

He was a fool you thought. You knew you were still in your suicidal phase. You were just very scared and depressed. But death scared you.

I'm a coward.
I'm a monster.
I'm crazy.

Breathing heavily you took off your clothes and looked at yourself.

Your collarbone was sticking out to the point it was hideous and your ribcage was literally showing. You were not sure if your dresses would still fit you.

All those insecurities started weighing on you as you grabbed a robe and decided to climb back to the bed again.

You opened the door and startled Yoongi who was setting one of his favorite dresses on you on the bed.

"Is something wrong baby?" He asked but you couldn't stop looking at that beautiful dress.

Will wearing this dress Yoongi finally drive Yoongi away? Because I'm sure going to look hideous.

Yoongi sensed your discomfort stood in front of you.

"You are not thinking about not going right? Please this is something that we have to do. Just this once please." You closed your eyes and sighed before walking back in.

After your shower you walked out with a robe on and saw him half ready already.

He smiled at you and led you to your makeup table that you rarely used.

You looked at him through the mirror as he grabbed the hair dryer and began working on your hair.

"Your hair is dry now so we can start dressing up." He picked you up on your feet and took your robe off.

You immediately felt self-conscious as he had no interest on your body anymore. He would dress you up occasionally and just leave it at that.

Little did you know he was just trying to respect you and give you all the privacy he could.

The dress did feel a bit lose on you but he had matched it with a matching jacket.

He took a final look on you and smiled. It had been a while since he saw you in anything other than the hospital gown or your sweats.

"Ready Mrs Min?" He gave you his hand which you hesistantly took as he pulled you with him.

Stepping out of the room was already very hard for you, you could only imagine how the night would go on.

Be happy and be safe