miss smile| m.yoongi

seventeen

yoongi pov

" yoongi?" asked ahra as she was on her phone, "yes miss smile?" i asked keeping my eyes on my laptop since she didnt want to left alone forcing me to bring my work here, " look at me" she said, " why?" i asked making adjustments, " please" she begged making me give a heavy sigh and look up.

* snap *

" got it" she said, "hey did you get a picture of me?" i asked a bit annoyed, not liking my pictures taken without my authorization, " no " she said with a smile, " hey lying doesnt get you anywhere but trouble" i said putting my stuff and making my way towards her.

she noticed my approached, "no, go back to work, hey hey " said and as i was now on her bed and reaching for her phone, " shorty" she said, " im taller than you asshole" i said and grasped her wrist, that held her phone, my picture. "someone's in trouble" i said.

our faces were only a few centimeters, there was a slight blush on her cheeks making her look cute. yes, i said it, cute. our faces seemed to get closer until we heard the door opened making me pull away and went back to the couch.

" ready for your check up?" asked the nurse to ahra, "are you okay? your cheeks-" "im fine," ahra cut off and sneaked a glance at me, her eyes widened when i showed her phone in my hands.