a/n: tate just yesterday announced the new album, the new tour and it's since '2 hands' came out i have it on loop...
I JUST WANT YOUR 2 HANDS ON ME AT ALL TIME BABY
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The night was colder than usual, the kind of chill that crept under your skin and settled into your bones. Inside YN's room, the once warm, safe space had been overtaken by a rising tension that neither of them could ignore anymore. She and Tate were mid-argument, their words sharp, layered with exhaustion and frustration. The fight had started small, like a little ember, before flaring into something neither of them could control.
"I don't understand why you just don't tell me what's wrong, YN," Tate said, her voice more defeated than angry, though it was edged with irritation. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and hurt. "You've been shutting me out for days, and I'm trying here. But if you won't let me in—"
"It's not that simple, Tate!" YN interrupted, running a hand through her hair in agitation. "You think I want to shut you out? It's just... there's stuff I'm dealing with, okay?"
Tate took a step forward, her voice softer. "Stuff like what? I'm your girlfriend, YN. I want to help, but you're making it impossible."
YN bit her lip, avoiding Tate's gaze. "This isn't about you fixing things or helping. Not everything needs fixing."
"You're right. But it feels like you're shutting me out on purpose," Tate replied, her voice rising in frustration. "I'm standing here, asking to be there for you, and you're acting like I'm the one causing all your problems. Why can't you just talk to me?"
The words stung, and before YN could even think, she fired back, "Maybe if you weren't always in my business, I could actually breathe."
The second the words left her mouth, she regretted it, but Tate's expression shifted, her eyes hardening as she took a small step back.
"Fine," Tate said, her voice barely above a whisper. "If that's how you feel, then maybe I should just... leave you to 'breathe,' right?"
They stared at each other, and the silence was thick, unyielding. YN could feel the tension mounting, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe.
Without another word, YN grabbed her car keys from the dresser, stuffing her phone, house keys, and vape into her pocket. She barely registered Tate's reaction as she stormed out of her room, the sound of the door closing a loud punctuation to their fight.
YN's footsteps echoed as she made her way down the hallway and out the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. Once she reached her car, she unlocked it with trembling fingers, slipping into the driver's seat and closing the door behind her. She sat there for a moment, staring at the steering wheel, her mind racing. She couldn't stay there, not in that room, not in that house. She needed space, room to breathe, room to think.
She turned on the ignition, and the car roared to life. The sound seemed to match the chaos inside her head, a jumbled mess of anger, regret, and confusion. YN put the car in drive and pulled out onto the street, her grip on the wheel tight as she sped off into the night.
The streets were mostly empty, the occasional streetlight casting long shadows that flickered as she passed. YN barely registered the world outside her window as she drove, her thoughts circling back to the fight, replaying every word like a movie stuck on repeat. She hadn't meant for it to get this bad. She hadn't meant to say things she didn't fully mean. But it was like every little frustration, every piece of resentment that she'd tried to push down had finally burst free, and she couldn't contain it anymore.
