Yoongi's POV
This is crazy.
I had to walk in the rain for ten minutes to drag her here by tugging at her delicate wrist.
When we got inside, I locked the door and turned to her.
She was wet.
She was soaked.
Drops were dripping from her hair.
Her clothes were stuck to her, looking confused and tired like me.
From this angle, she looked like a wet kitten I found outside the door.
My kitten.
"Why are we here?" she asked as she lifted the damp, disheveled strands from her face, "I thought you'd take me home."
"Why would I do this?" I put my hands on my waist and laughed nervously.
"Same reason you came to the bar." flat, unpleasant answer.
"I came because you said you were coming to me on the phone last night. Instead, you were sitting in a stupid bar having fun. Even though you weren't old." I stared into her eyes with a vain accusation.
"I never said I was coming, you hung up on me, remember? Besides, it's only my business what I do, Mr. Yoongi."
It's starting to get funny.
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