Your throat was parched and you ignored the man sitting in front of you—who was burning two wholes through your head. "I'm Yoongi" he repeated, his voice coarse and rough. "I don't know you" as hard it was to say, you said it. The way his head retreated down to his lap, and his hands curling up together to get some warmth made you feel guilty. But you couldn't—the divorce papers clearly said that. "Look 'Yoongi' I don't know you, I would appreciate it if you get out my house now before I call the police" You coated your words with venom—your voice getting more distant by each poison word you spat at him. It hurt you to treat him that way.
You watched his slim, blank body wobble out of your doorway. Did you regret it? No—not at all. It's time for you, to get your happy ending.
<Yoongi pov>
Y/N: I guess you clearly don't remember the regulations of the divorce papers.
"You shall never come across each other's path again, if you would happen to meet—you will act if you are strangers. If the other seeks help from you will not accept the request, you will simply walk away acting of you were nothing—as if your a random stranger—waiting to find your love, ignoring those around you.""What have I done?"

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