"I can't believe you're still doing this," Zen said, staring down at the card. "After everything, Yoosung, for the love of God-"
"I know!" the blonde snapped, tugging at his hair to distract his hands from reaching for the credit card again.
"You /know/ she and Luciel told you
(more) not to do it, and here you are. Did Jumin tell you something else? He's not-he's not your goddamn bank, Yoosung, you can't keep using him to get access to his card."
"I'm not! I love Jumin!"
"Then give this back to him and tell him it's not yours."
"I know," Jumin said when Yoosung arrived at his office. "Zen called me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
Jumin rolled his chair back, moving to stand and walk to Yoosung. "I'm done for today. I was waiting for you."
"Jumin, I-"
"Not here. In the car."
"It's to help you in the end, isn't it?" Jumin asked, eyeing the card he himself held.
"Yeah."
"Okay. I won't give it to you again. Last chance."
"I don't want it. I don't...I don't want Zen or Seven to get mad at me again."
"Okay."
"I'll return the stuff I bought with it."
"What did you buy?"
"Clothes, and...a new keyboard."
"Keep them. It'll be a parting gift."
"Jumin, I shouldn't-"
"If it's the last time, it'll be okay."
Yoosung nodded once, hands curled into fists. "I'm sorry," he said again. "Even if-if it's okay with you, I knew it was going to get them upset if they found out."
"Then shouldn't you go apologize to them?"
"I wanted to say I was...sorry," Yoosung tried weakly. "I told him never to give his card back."
Zen's raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah."
The actor smiled, looking relieved. "I'm glad. And proud of you, Yoosung."
"I am, too."(less)
