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Sad Sad

Your POV

Well this is it I guess. No more university. No more getting a good job. No more me basically. I feel like I've been bought by the Yang's and that's a sad sad feeling when you think about it. I had the plans of going to university, getting myself a good job and leading an established life but all of those were just dreams and it was wrong to ever believe that they will be anything more. Everything's burnt to ashes now and it's all it for me. I've accepted the wedding vows and the cameras that I'm surrounded with are shooting away. They don't feel like harmless shots, capturing what should be a happy occasion. They feel like sharp shots from a gun, aiming at me and lethal. Yoongi rubs my hand in his. It's our first interaction of such category in public. I smile to him to show him that I'm happy but deep down, something that I can't quite pinpoint, aches.

"Is everything ok?", he asks, reading through the smile I've plastered on my face.

"Mhmm, just tired.", I lie as I continue to smile.

"You sure?", he asks again.

"Yup, absolutely.", I mumble under my breath.

I reluctantly hug Mum as the cameras take even more shots and then tuck myself away in to the car that's pulled up. Yoongi gets in besides me and we drive away, to the Yang mansion. The journey's spent in silence. This isn't like anything I've ever thought of. I thought I'd be happy after marrying him, it may have all started as an arranged marriage but we were both fine with it. Now reality's truly hit me and it's way too hard. I feel like I will literally collapse due to the blow. I get out of the car, Yoongi taking me in by the hand. His family follows closely behind. I sigh and take my first footstep in. Suddenly, the whole grand manor lights up and startles me.

"Oh my god.", I huff under my breath, "It scared me."

"Sorry, it was meant to be a surprise.", he looks at me apologetically.

After saying goodnight to everybody, we make our way upstairs to his room. Candles are placed everywhere to look aesthetically pleasing to the eyes and white and black roses adorn the room.

"Do you like it?", he questions.

"Yeah.", I mumble.

I can't stand this dress. The waist is too thin and the sleeves are annoying. Yoongi walks out of the room and I take it as an opportunity to get out of this uncomfortable attire quickly. But it proves to be a lot harder than I thought.

Yoongi walks in to the room, "Oh I'm so sorry."

He shuts it instantly, "It's ok. You can come in.", I call back.

He timidly opens the door, a blush spread across his face, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you're changing."

"It's fine.", I sigh.

Yoongi POV

I try avoid looking at her but my eyes wander all over the place.

Not knowing what to do, I approach her, "Do you need any help?"

"Please. The zip's stuck.", she says.

I struggle with the zip for a moment before it suddenly slides down, revealing her milky skin. I quickly turn away, "I'll be in the toilet, call me when you're done."

"Sure.", she answers.

I go in to the en suite bathroom and lock myself in it. I look at my reflection in the mirror, I'm still in my suit and blushing so hard. Dammit Yoongi! Why are you whipped for a Yin? I get changed myself, slipping in to my pyjamas. It's been a long day.

"I'm done!", she shouts.

I come out of the bathroom and see her wearing a black sleeping gown. It's silky texture compliments her silky hair. I avoid looking at her, it's just creating a whole heap of tension that I can't handle. Instead, I begin to blow out all the candles one by one till the whole room is plunged in to darkness. There's only the moonlight streaming through the balcony window.

"Can I go outside?", she quizzes.

"Of course.", I open the balcony for her and gesture to her.

She goes outside and stares up at the moon, "It's a beautiful night."

"Mhmm", I agree, looking up as well.

We pass a few moments in silence and I try hard to figure out the emotions playing across Y/N's face like shadow puppets. One moment she looks distressed, then she looks sad and then in pain. The one thing in common is that they're all negative emotions.

"Are you sure you're just tired?", I enquire.

"Hmm.", she let's out a long breath, "I don't know myself Yoongi."

"What do you mean?"

"This was meant to be a happy day but every day to this specific one has only been another sad or disappointing one. And I'm afraid it'll only pile up and get worse from here onwards.", she reveals.

The puppets on her face begin to make all too much sense now, "Oh."

"I'm sorry for troubling you like this. We should get to sleep, I'm exhausted.", she moves back in to the room.

I lock the balcony behind me and come in to the room as well, pulling the curtains. I look around, there's a bed and a sofa.

"I... erm...", I hesitate.

"You take the bed, I'll take the sofa.", she says.

No no, you should take the bed.", I offer.

"It's your house."

"But you're a guest."

"You know what, get in to the bed.", she instructs.

I do as I'm told. She climbs in next to me. It's uncomfortable and the tension at the present moment is indescribable but we both manage to lull ourselves to sleep with the sad song of life.