The slamming doors. The raised voices. The same damn fight, playing on an endless loop. "Here we go again." Yoongi's tone was sharp, laced with exhaustion. "Is this all we do now?"

You scoffed, arms crossed, glaring at the man you once couldn’t go a day without touching. The love was still there—buried beneath resentment, under all the words left unsaid. But right now? It felt like you were standing on opposite sides of a crumbling bridge, and neither of you was willing to take the first step forward.

"You tell me." Your voice came out quieter than intended, but the weight behind it was enough.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. You knew that look. Knew how this would end. Another cold night. Another unspoken apology in the way he’d pull the blanket over you while you pretended to sleep. Because that’s just how it was now.

And honestly? It was getting old.