Hand in hand, we run through the quiet streets filling the silence with our footsteps and ragged breath. The cold air exits our burning lungs in puffs of smoke, marking the streets with our passing. We reach home in a matter of minutes, thanks to the adrenaline and our healthy thighs. Despite arriving to safety, YoungJi continues to clasp my hand tightly as if she were afraid I’d fall. My beautiful YoungJi, I hope you know how hard I’m falling for you, and not gravity.

            She releases my hand as my heart stings in emptiness. I’ve become addicted to her touch, and yearn for it. Fortunately, she immediately fills the void as she tightly wraps her arms around my waist. My arms surround her as I snuggle my cheek into her neck. We embrace until the adrenaline leaves our veins; our chests still thumping from the intensity of our run. As our bodies calm, my lips sting as I attempt to snuggle further into YoungJi’s neck. I lift my head and see blood on her collarbone, red droplets falling further down her chest. Pain begins to fill my senses as my mouth and knuckles throb. I feel YoungJi’s hands cup my face with a pained expression, as if she was the one with the wounds.

            “Let’s go inside,” she says. “Change into dry clothes and meet me in the living room.”

            We quietly slip into the house, separating at the stairs. My eyes linger over her as she disappears up the stairs. My blood boils as I replay tonight’s events in my mind. The thought of someone trying to hurt my YoungJi kills me. I make my way to my room, leaving a trail of watery footsteps. My room is dark. KangJoon is gone for filming and won’t be back for a few days. I strip off my drenched clothes and quickly replace them with a sleeveless tank top and sweatpants. Exiting my room I can see YoungJi