It was late.

Yugyeom was hanging with a few friends of his, outside the bar they had met up for a drink or two. He was leaned against the side of his bike, sober as can be as his gaze lazily flickered around the near dead street. Lips pressing together when noticing a familiar figure walking along on the other side of the street. He pushed off his bike, ignoring BamBam's questioning noise. He crossed the street with his eyes locked on you.

"It's late—" Yugyeom said, slowly. "What are you doing walking out by yourself, pretty? Your brother know you're out here all by yourself?"

Yugyeom knew Jungkook definitely didn't know you were out this late by yourself.