"If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you."

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Yoongi couldn't help the pang of jealously hit as he watched your husband dance with you.

He didn't realise his tight grip on his wine glass until someone softly laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Hyung..." 

Namjoon carefully took the glass out of Yoongis hand and placed it down on the table as Yoongi released a breath.

Yoongi couldn't bear to look at his youngers worried face as he watched you continue to dance until the song had stopped.

He watched as you quickly let go of your husband and he walked off to converse with his friends again.

How could he leave you like?

How could he leave you all alone?

Yoongi gasped softly, hearing a familiar song drift around the hall.

It was his song.

It was yours too.

It was yours both.

A song he remembered hearing when he first met you at that college party.

A song you both claimed as yours.

He quickly stood up and tried to look for you admist the crowd of bodies that swarmed on the dance floor.

He shoved past people and finally saw you.

You looked afraid as you looked around the large crowd surrounding you until your eyes met his.

Were you looking for him?

Yoongi walked towards you, holding your hands in his.

"May I have this dance?"

Yoongi couldn't stop his heart from beating like crazy as you nodded with a bright smile.

He sighed out in happiness as he pulled you close, holding you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Yoongi didn't care about the whispers around him.

He didn't care about the shocked eyes.

He didn't care about the gossip.

All he cared about was you in his arms as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

All he cared about was how you laid your head against his chest as he held you.

Holding you to him was like a perfect puzzle as you both softly swayed to the music.

Yoongi couldn't help the tears escaping as he kissed your forehead, like a last goodbye.