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The highway stretched out ahead, a winding ribbon of asphalt glistening under the relentless rain. The night was heavy with storm clouds, their dark forms blocking out the moon and stars, leaving the world shrouded in an inky blackness. The rain fell in torrents, each drop adding to the symphony of sound that filled the air—the patter of water against metal, the hiss of tires on wet pavement, and the rhythmic thud of the windshield wipers battling against the deluge. There driving down the wet highway along with other vehicles was a car cutting through the storm, its headlights piercing through the darkness, casting long, ghostly beams on the road ahead. Inside the car, the dim glow of the dashboard lights illuminated the faces of its occupants, their expressions stark against the surrounding shadows.

In the driver's seat, a figure hunched forward, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. The driver's eyes were narrowed, focused on the treacherous road ahead, every muscle tense with concentration. Beside them, in the passenger seat, another figure gestured wildly, their movements sharp and agitated.

Hongjoong's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his fingers digging into the leather as if seeking an anchor in the storm raging both outside and within. Raindrops cascaded down the windshield, distorting the world into a blur of shifting shadows and streaks of light. His jaw clenched, muscles tense with frustration, as he struggled to maintain his focus on the slick, rain-slicked road stretching out before him.

Beside him, the passenger—Yunho—leaned forward, his silhouette looming larger in the dim interior of the car. His face twisted with emotion, a mix of anger and hurt etched into every line. With each word, his gestures became more animated, hands slicing through the air with the force of his frustration, the occasional glint of lightning outside casting fleeting highlights on his tense form.

"I can't believe you said that," Hongjoong muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible above the drumming of rain on metal. He refused to meet Yunho's gaze, his eyes fixed resolutely on the uncertain path ahead, yet the simmering resentment was palpable in every syllable. "You know how important that was to me."

Yunho's response was immediate, a surge of indignation fueling his retort as he turned to face Hongjoong fully. His eyes flashed with a mixture of defiance and hurt, his own voice rising to match the intensity of the storm outside. "Important to you? What about what's important to me? You didn't even consider how I felt!"

The words hung heavy in the air, charged with the weight of unresolved tension and unspoken grievances. Inside the car, the atmosphere crackled with emotion, the only sound the relentless drumming of rain against metal and glass. And as the argument raged on, each word a jagged shard in the tempest of their emotions, the two figures remained locked in their silent battle, oblivious to the world passing by outside.

The rain pounded harder, if that was even possible, the visibility worsening with each passing minute. The headlights of the car illuminated the rain-soaked road in sporadic bursts, reflecting off the wet surface and creating an eerie, almost surreal landscape of shifting light and shadow. The wipers struggled to keep pace, each swipe revealing fleeting glimpses of the road before being overwhelmed once more.The car jolted as Hongjoong hit a pothole, and he swore under his breath, the car skidding slightly before he regained control. The rain showed no sign of letting up, and every passing minute made the drive more treacherous.

"You know that's not true," Hongjoong shot back, his voice rising. "I always consider your feelings. But tonight... tonight was different. You embarrassed me in front of everyone!"