"The bartender hits on me."

Yu-Hwa dropped her boyfriend's shirt at his words.

She had been fixing another tear that he had mysteriously gotten while drunk.

"Well, I'll have to come with you so she gets the message."

"What message? That I'm yours?"

"And I'm yours."

Yu-Hwa moved back to sewing, unsure if Yoongi would agree.

Though it would be easier for both of them if she went.

She wouldn't have to wait up for him, and he wouldn't have to stumble home, rip his clothes or get into fights.

She didn't see Yoongi's smile at her suggestion.