Fragmented // Yoongi
Pairing: Reader x Yoongi
Word count: 1381
Description: It’s yours and Yoongi’s anniversary, but an unexpected turn of events leads to a not so happy ending…
Warning; Slight swearing
You stood in front of the full length mirror in yours and Yoongi’s shared bedroom, fixing your messy bun. You scanned your reflection debating whether the black dress you were wearing was okay or not. Today was a special day, it was 2 years since you and Yoongi had been together, and he had already text you saying that unfortunately he would be home very late from the studio, but you would both still try and do something special regardless.
Coincidentally, today you were also supposed to go out for dinner with your colleagues and boss, to celebrate your companies rising popularity, you were a magazine journalist, and were desperate for your boss to publish the work you had completed recently, hence needed to go that dinner, but you knew how much Yoongi despised your boss and so clearly wouldn’t be happy with you going out with them on your anniversary instead of him. You thought you would just go for a very short while and then make up and excuse, and return home. You picked up your phone to see you had received some messages from your close friend, and colleague:
‘y/n please can you send me the address of the restaurant again? ^^ Thanks’
‘We shouldn’t be late or else (your boss’ name) will be so angry’
You replied, and then threw your phone on the bed, hands shaking, and adrenaline pumping throughout your body. You never wanted to hide anything from Yoongi, or lie to him, but this was incredibly important for your career, besides you knew you would be back at home before him.
You rushed and got your heels on seeing that your cab was waiting outside, you quickly grabbed your clutch and ran outside…
Yoongi’s POV //
I threw my head back in my swinging chair, sighing in relief. I had just finished up a load of work in the studio, and it was only 8pm, I looked at the clock smiling. I was so excited, today was mine and y/n’s anniversary and I had told her I would be home late in order to surprise her. I got in my car, looking at the back seat, there were a bunch of roses, and a box cutely wrapped up which had a necklace in it, and a giant sushi plush, and a giant Dumbo plush.
When I reached our shared apartment, I pulled up in the drive, and quickly took all of the presents out of the back, before opening the door, the lights were all off…strange I thought. I crept into the hallway, and placed all of the presents down quietly before turning the lights on slowly, was she planning to surprise me too? “y/n?” I called out…but no response.
I checked everywhere, the kitchen, the lounge, then I went upstairs slowly, but she was nowhere to be seen. Where on earth was she? She didn’t even have work today, and she told me she’d be at home all day. I whipped my phone out of my back pocket, and dialled her number. But I heard her ringtone coming from our bedroom; I went inside to see her phone was on the bed. I picked it up, and unlocked it seeing it had been left on a conversation with one of her friends, I read the last couple of texts, and immediately my heart sank, she had gone to some stupid restaurant with her colleagues, and boss, without telling me, without asking me, without even having the slightest bit of consideration for my feelings.
I stormed downstairs, through the hallway, accidentally trampling all over the bunch of roses. I got in my car slamming the door a little harder than intended, and sped off to this restaurant to find y/n, I needed an explanation. My hands started to hurt from gripping on to the steering wheel so hard, my blood was boiling so much, I eventually arrived and angrily pulled up into the car park.
I entered the restaurant, to see a large table situated in the middle of the table, underneath a large chandelier, and on it were sat y/n, her colleagues, and that stupid arrogant perverted boos of hers, and she was sat right next to him. I felt my hand clench into a fist, as I walked towards them, y/n was smiling in the face of her boss. When he looked up at me startled, she slowly turned her head, and then her eyes widened. “Y..Yoongi I-“ she started, but I cut her off by grabbing her wrist and forcing her up from her seat, everyone else staring at me wide eyed, but to be honest, I didn’t give two shits. I dragged y/n out of the restaurant, and after she sat in the car, I sped off once again. The car ride was silent, I was too angry and hurt to be able to process anything at the moment, and I saw from the corner of my eye, y/n momentarily turning to look at me, I saw her hands shaking on her lap, and more of her thighs were being revealed than I would have liked.
Once we arrived home, I didn’t open the car door for her like I normally always did, instead I got out and slammed the door, entering out shared apartment, walking straight past the presents I was once so excited to give her. I heard her small slow footsteps following mine. I walked into the lounge, which was only dimly lit by a lamp in the corner of the room, I looked up at the canvas of me and y/n on the wall laughing hysterically and running my hand through my hair angrily.
“Yoongi” I head y/n whisper, but I didn’t turn around to face her. She walked round to face me and my eyes slowly met hers, her cheeks were black tear stained from the makeup she had been wearing, but I was so livid with her, I didn’t even want to look at her face right now.
“Yoongi” she quietly repeated, placing her hand on my crossed arms which I violently pushed away, annoyed, and infuriated.
“What y/n!” I screamed, she flinched in response, taking a step slowly back.
“I work my arse off so that we can both have a safe and secure future, I plan all these things for you, I love you unconditionally and this is what you do in response?” I questioned, she looked up, hurt.
“Yoongi just give me a chance to explain, I just wanted to make (your boss’ name) happy so he would publish my work, I was coming home straight after” she spoke, her voice shaky, almost inaudible.
“Oh so you want to make him happy but what about me hmm?” I screamed.
“You can dress up like a fucking slut to impress your boss, on our anniversary?” I spat, I didn’t want to be this harsh, but my anger had consumed me leaving me no choice.
“You need to stop being so overprotective Yoongi, you’re being selfish” she raised her voice slightly, and as if my heart already hadn’t shattered into a million pieces, this had just spilt it over the edge. I picked up the vase closest to me on the coffee table, and threw it violently, not at y/n, but it flew behind her, she crouched, her hands on her ears, and the only noise that filled the room was the large mirror on the wall smashing, breaking into numerous fragments, mirroring exactly what had happened to my heart.
We both stood, shocked at my actions, after the silence that felt like hours, y/n finally shaking her head slowly, tears fell continuously from her bloodshot eyes and walked towards me. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be Yoongi” she said, her voice breaking, and I felt like my heart stopped at her words. I raised my hand to protest, but no words came from my mouth, and all I heard was the front door close. I sat on the floor, beside the many pieces of shattered glass, and picked a piece up off the floor and stared at my reflection, what did y/n ever see in me in the first place? I sobbed, staring into the fragmented glass, fragmented like my heart…