❝ You always leave me wanting more. ❞
Not knowing what he was really feeling, he takes a gamble in this relationship as he gets addicted to her kisses, her touch, her scent. Everything about her made him crazy, made him thirst for her. He can't shak...
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❝ For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear. ❞
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Yoongi POV
"Yoongi, what is this weird smell?"
Her voice echoed inside my ears, drowning the sound of the piano.
I turned, watching her open the door to our hideout, stepping inside our tight room filled with my music sheets, a little table on the corner of the wall.
Though, the walls were a little crusty, some of the paint falling off due to age.
I didn't know how she found this place but it was more than nothing.
The place was snug but luckily, I was able to fit my piano inside, situating it in the center of the room since my dad not like seeing me do anything related to music.
I stared at her, little puffs of smoke coming out of my mouth as the edge of my cigarette burned orange.
I was just fourteen but I took my chance before my parents could catch me.
"You're smoking?"
She asked while she placed the bag of snacks she just bought from the convenience store earlier.
Speechless, I took the cigarette away from my mouth and threw it into the ashtray.
Then I looked at her, my gaze cold and awry.
"I am smoking. So what?"
Her laughter rang in my ears. She stepped towards me, raising her fingers to flick my forehead.
With a pout, I whined, rubbing my forehead in pain.
"Stop acting cool Yoongi, cigarettes are bad for your health."
Unexpectedly, she took my box of cigarettes. "Ya! Give that back!" I stood up holding her wrist in my hand and took the box away from her, tucking it inside my pant's pocket.
"You should quit this Yoongs."
I just nodded. "Alright, I will don't worry about it."
I sat back on the seat and stroked the keys on my piano, producing a sweet tone that echoed throughout the room.
She sat beside me, looking at my fingers with a smile. "You should become a musician. Like a pianist or something."
She tilted her head while she looked at me those sparkling doe eyes. I rarely smile but her presence just made my lips curve upwards.
Putting an arm around her shoulder, I locked her head in my arms and she pouted. And I sighed.
"You know my parents won't allow me right? I mean they don't really support me doing music and such stuffs related to it."
