She jerked on Yoongi's arm, pulling him away from them; his hand clenched in hers.

She wasn't scared that they would come after them; still, she wanted to get out of the streets.

Yoongi stumbled a few times before falling into step beside her.

She was in such a rush that she ran directly into the couch when they reached the apartment.

Thanks to her death grip on his hand, Yoongi was pulled on top of her.

His breath mixed with hers.

She didn't smell it.

Alcohol.

He really wasn't drunk.

"Damn, you're beautiful."

His words awed her.

She smiled.