⊹♡ᵎ . Yoongi ¹⁶ . 🐈‍⬛ ˖୨୧ ⋆

It was their third anniversary.
You booked a table at the most elegant restaurant in town.
The same one Yoongi had been talking about for months.

"Someday I'll take you there."

In the end... it was you who made the reservation.

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You arrived fifteen minutes early.
Wearing the dress that he himself had given you.
The gift, perfectly wrapped, lies on the empty chair in front of you.
And a smile you couldn't hide.

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Seven o'clock.
Seven ten.
Seven thirty.

"Sorry, I'm leaving the office. "

That was his last message.

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Eight o'clock.
Nine o'clock.

The waiter approached for the third time.

Would you like to order while you wait?

You smiled sheepishly.

I'll wait a little longer...

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The candles burned out.
The couples began to leave.
The restaurant was almost empty.
And the chair in front of you... was still empty.

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You looked at your phone one more time.
No message.
No calls.
Only silence.
You took a deep breath.
You took the gift.
And you left the restaurant alone.

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Two hours later...

Yoongi came running.
The tie was askew.
Her hair was a mess.
Searching desperately among the tables.

Where is the young lady who was waiting?

The waiter lowered his gaze.

He left almost an hour ago.

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There was only a small box left on the table.
With a note.

"Happy anniversary, Yoongi. I hope that one day your work will leave a space for us."

He held the gift with trembling hands.
And for the first time...
All the success he had achieved seemed insignificant to him.