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The Moment I Knew

-Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hobi x reader

-Premise: It's your birthday, but what happens when the most important person doesn't even show up?

-Genre: angst, fluff if you squint

-Word Count: 1.3k

-Warnings/tags: SFW, angsty goodness with a ray of hope at the end

-Author's Note: Based off the song 'The Moment I Knew' by Taylor Swift. When she announced the rerecording of Red, I had to.

You lean closer to the mirror, checking your red lipstick. Just as you decide you are satisfied with the way you look, you hear the doorbell ring. You smile to yourself, adjust your sparkly dress, and quickly cross your apartment to open the door.

“Happy Birthday!!” Hobi grins ecstatically as you open the door. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss your cheek, careful to not mess up your hair or makeup.

“Thanks Hobi,” you answer with a grin wide enough to match his.

“Move, cake coming through!” Jin yells from down the hallway. You can see your other friends traipsing behind him in their party garb.

You laugh as you step aside to let them in behind Hobi. As the last person walks through, you peer around looking for the person you’re hoping most to see, only to be met with an empty hallway. You’re a little disappointed, but maybe he got caught up at work and would be there later.

Not only did your friends bring cake, they also brought booze and video games. It’s not long before you’re caught up on the couch playing Jimin and Taehyung in an intense game of Mario Kart.

“Yah, you’re cheating!!” Jimin yells a little too loudly at you, the buzz of the alcohol taking its effect.

“You’re just a sore loser,” you respond with a laugh, while Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him from beside you.

“Wanna play another round?” Taehyung asks, but you shake your head and hand him your controller as you get up.

Wasn’t he here yet? You wobble a little in your heels as you head to the kitchen for another drink, scanning the room in case he’d walked in without you noticing. He’s nowhere to be found. You pull out your phone to check for any missed calls or texts...nothing. Your eyes start to prick with tears, but you quickly blink them away.

“...are you okay?” You turn to see your friend Namjoon looking worriedly over at you.

“Hmm?” You respond, confused.

“I asked you how you’ve been lately?” He gently lays a hand on your arm.

“Oh, um...fine. I’m fine. You?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing you. He chooses not to push the issue.

“I’ve been okay. I’m glad I could make it to celebrate you tonight. Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You smile halfheartedly at your friend, but even as you do so, you can feel your chest constricting. He was supposed to be here. He said he’d be here...so why is he not?

You excuse yourself and head down the hallway to the bathroom. Hobi notices as you leave, your strides too quick and too purposeful to just be a trip to the bathroom.

You lock yourself in the bathroom and brace yourself against the sink. As you look up, you can tell you look off to everyone else at the party. Your eyes are slightly red from holding back tears, and you just look...disappointed. You let out a slow breath.

Okay...get yourself together. This is your party, your friends came to see you. You’ve got this. Just because he didn’t show up, doesn’t mean…

There’s suddenly a knock at the door.

“...can you let me in? I know you’re not okay.” You can hear Hobi’s soft voice through the door. Shit. Why is he always so good at figuring out when you’re not okay? You reach over and unlock the door, and he takes that as his cue to come in.

“What’s wrong?” Hobi asks, leaning against the countertop looking at you. You slide your gaze over to him.

“He said he’d be here,” you whisper helplessly, barely able to hold eye contact.

“...oh.” Hobi breathes out. He moves forward, gently wrapping you in his arms as he gives you a hug, trying to make you feel how sorry he is through the gesture.

You pull away with a halfhearted smile. “I should get back out there, right? I’m sure everyone is wondering where I’ve gone.”

Hobi smiles back at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He opens the door for the two of you to head back into the hallway. You can hear laughter echoing from the living room. As you enter, Jin stands up excitedly.

“The birthday girl is back-cake time! I made it myself!” He goes to the kitchen to get the cake off the counter.

“Hey, where’s Yoongi hyung? He’s missed all the fun!” Jungkook innocently leans over to ask you. You plaster a tightlipped smile on your face as you answer.

“He said he’d be here, but he must have gotten caught up at work.” Jungkook shrugs at your statement and goes back to his conversation with Namjoon.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” You hear Jin’s tenor before you see him reenter the living room, candlelight bouncing off his face as he brings the cake in and sets it before you on the coffee table.

As the rest of your friends join in, you can’t help the tears that escape over your waterline and make their way down your face. The boys immediately express concern, but you brush it off as happy tears...happy that they’re here, happy they’re all celebrating with you.

They all seem satisfied with your answer. All except Hobi. He doesn’t say anything but instead, after everyone is done eating their cake, takes it upon himself to wrap up the party for you, assuring them that you have an early morning the next day and need your rest. You smile gratefully at him as he shoos the last straggler, Jimin, out through the front door.

“Go get ready for bed, I’ll clean up in here.” He motions at the empty beer bottles and cake plates that litter your living room and kitchen.

“Thanks, Hobi. I owe you one.”

He shoos you toward your bedroom in response. You take your heels off and pad towards your room. You take a quick shower and change into pjs, wanting to thank Hobi again before you part ways and go to sleep.

As you head down the hallway, you peek into the kitchen and the living room. Nothing. Everything is spotless, so he must have just left when he was done cleaning. You’ll thank him properly the next time you see him.

You lock the front door and head back to your bedroom, climbing into bed and turning off the light. Try as you might, you can’t get to sleep. You keep staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in your mind. Yoongi not showing. Hobi comforting you in the bathroom. Jungkook asking where Yoongi even was. Crying over birthday cake. You sigh and pick up your phone to see what time it is.

1:26 AM.

As you stare at your phone, it lights up with an incoming call.

Yoongi.

“...hello?” You say cautiously, wondering why he’s bothering to call.

“Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t make it.” His voice sounds almost nonchalant, the words coming out as if he’s asking how the weather is.

Your heart sinks through your body, landing in your stomach as you realize what you’ve known all night. This isn’t right. It isn’t going to work. You know what you have to do.

“I’m sorry, too.”

And before he has a chance to respond, you end the call. You make sure your phone is on silent before turning it over on your nightstand and flipping to your other side to try and fall asleep.

It takes about an hour, but after tossing, turning, and a few tears, you’re able to finally drift off.

When you wake up in the morning, amongst numerous missed calls and texts from Yoongi, there’s a singular text that makes you smile.

Hobi

3:43AM: Happy birthday again-I’m sorry he didn’t show. I’m right here whenever you need me…I just need you to know that.

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