❝ 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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❝ I don't understand our relationship. Sometimes we're friends, sometimes we are more than friends and sometimes, I'm just a stranger to you. ❞
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"We already kissed two times, are we still strangers?"
A small smirk formed on your face at his response.
"What are we then?" You stared to walk forward, letting him follow from behind you.
His pace matched yours. It's been a while since someone walked with you. You've always walked alone ever since you woke up from that awful nightmare you had when you were 16.
You didn't really know what caused it but you developed a conduct disorder. You'be been a rebel against your parents, a free spirit riding a skateboard in the streets defying traffic laws, a teenage girl always going about to break the laws.
Needless to say, you were a bad girl.
And no one. Literally no one would sit beside you in class, thinking you were a freak. So basically, you were a loner. It was a bummer that Jungkook dropped out from the school, you didn't know why but you just let him.
No one would walk home with you. Not even your brother since he had the most of his friends to hang out with him late at night. But now, you were here walking with someone, his gentle gaze fixed on yours.
You felt safe and sound in his presence as if he was with you from the first moment you felt lonely. But thoughts were racing inside your head.
What are we?
"Friends?" He asked, his gaze now focused on the horizon.
But your eyes were still focused on him until your rode your skateboard, overtaking his steps. "Friends?" You laughed, pushing your foot against the rough pavement.
"For all I know, friends don't kiss each other."
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Yoongi POV
She was so bold to say that.
Maybe because she was older than me? Who knows? Maybe she liked me? No, not at all. I just need to stop thinking about this.
No.
I can't stop thinking about it.
What are we really?
We're not strangers.
But she doesn't say we're friends either and I don't want her to think that I like her.
