⊹♡ᵎ . Yoongi ¹⁶ . 🐈‍⬛ ˖୨୧ ⋆

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

"One day, I'll take you there."

In the end... you were the one who made the reservation.

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You arrived fifteen minutes early.
Wearing the dress he had given you himself.
The perfectly wrapped gift sitting 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.

"I'm sorry, I'm just 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 embarrassedly.

I'll wait a little longer...

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The candles burned down.
The couples began to leave.
The restaurant had become almost empty.
And the chair in front of you... remained empty.

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

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Two hours later...

Yoongi arrived running.
His tie loosened.
His hair a complete mess.
Searching desperately among the tables.

Where is the lady who was waiting?

The waiter looked down.

She left almost an hour ago.

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Only a small box remained on the table.
With a note.

"Happy anniversary, Yoongi. I hope that one day your work leaves some space for us."

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