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You stash your things in your trunk and get into your car after the long day you've had at work is finally over. Your hands put the key into the ignition on instinct, and you turn it, the engine revving to start as you turn the heat on, the cool evening air of November chilling your bones. You sigh, and instead of putting the car into drive and beginning your commute home, you slam rest forehead against the steering wheel and leave it there, a sigh escaping your lips. Today was not a good day.

After your encounter with Hoseok and Yoongi, you still had to do your job. You did your job well, as you always do, but you felt like shit throughout the day. You had arranged the boys in various positions intertwined with string in the wooden structure, and they had looked amazing. You knew these photos would mean something to all the people who viewed them, so you gave it your best effort. But you felt awful. Every fiber of your being felt like the biggest jackass ever to exist.

"But don't pin your insecurities on me. Our situation isn't as black and white as you think, and it's time you recognize that."

At the sound of his loaded words replaying over and over in your head, you lift your head from the steering wheel only to smack it back down in aggravation.

HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!

You screech as your horn sounds and you sit up straight so fast your neck cracks, and you see the only person more startled than you by the sudden loud sound through your front window as they walk by your car.

Yoongi scowls at you through his window, his previously styled hair mussed by a blue beanie and a flannel on his thin but toned frame. A bag is slung across his shoulders. In one hand he holds his phone, and in another, he holds an iced coffee, black. On second thought, judging by the sight of his unspilled coffee, maybe he isn't startled. Maybe he's just annoyed. That seems like the more plausible option, considering you know that Yoongi doesn't scare easily.

You mouth a "sorry" through the window, your sincerity showing on your face, and Yoongi rolls his eyes in response. Your heart contracts, but you know you deserve that; you should've seen that coming. But what you don't see coming is Yoongi marching over to your car, opening the passenger door, and sitting down, which is the last thing you expect, and exactly what the blonde boy does. He sips his iced coffee casually as you gape at him, as if hopping into your ex's car is a perfectly normal thing to do.

"So, did you honk on accident, or are you just excited to see me?" Yoongi asks, and you practically choke, coughing on a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. "Because technically that's catcalling, and catcalling's rude." He says matter-of-fact-ly. He glances over at you as if he just now notices your struggle to breathe properly and lifts up his iced coffee, holding it out you. "Do you need a drink—"

"Yoongi, why the fuck are you in my car?" You finally ask as soon as you can get enough oxygen into your lungs. He flattens his lips into a thin line, and for a moment, you see the old Yoongi, your Yoongi. The one with plush cheeks and a gummy smile that never stopped showing, the one that you haven't seen for years. You know you can't possibly call him yours, because he's not anymore. But in your memory, he's yours. Despite the bitter, callous end, everything before that was still yours to cherish.

"Because we need to talk." Yoongi says.

"We've already talked." You blurt defensively, and point to the passenger door. "Get out of my car."

"No, because this time, you actually need to listen. No interrupting, no snapping, no crying and running away. Just listen. And then you can talk, and I'll listen without doing any of those things. And you know what that'll be? An actual conversation." Yoongi says, and you fall silent. His deep eyes survey your own, your face, your hands that you clasp together to keep them from shaking.