Hyesoo

"Wow... I, uh..." I stuttered, trying to compose the rightful words for what Yanna said. "isn't that kinda-"

She clasped her hands together and smiled, "Oh, right, why are we talking here? We should probably head home first and talk it out with your father."

I nodded awkwardly as I eyed Taehyung in my side, he seem to like Yanna's suggestions; based on how delightful and enthusiastic his face looked.

We walked to Taehyung's car, and as I was to get in the front seat, my phone vibrated so I stopped and walked in a distance. I took it out and saw that Chanyeol texted me, he said, "How's it going? How's Yanna's flight?"

I composed a text and replied, "Otw home, she's already with us."

I slipped the phone back to my pocket, and as I was to enter the car again, Yanna was already inside. She looked at me with a smile and said, "Can you sit on the back, please? I'd like to be at the front seat."

For a moment I was silent, but still managed to get myself together and nodded, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

The drive home was loud and annoying, Taehyung and Yanna have been reminiscing about the things that happened eleven years ago. I pretended to be using my phone even if the screen's been black moments ago.

Their laughters are like speakers booming around the small space, their voices aren't even clearly spoken but both of them still understand the words they've been saying.

Ugh, so annoying.

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