miss smile| m.yoongi

eighteen

yoongi pov

" times going by," i said sitting beside ahra as she ate ice cream, the ones i gave her a couple days go and watched Magic Bottle, "you dont have much time is there anything else you want?" she hummed in thought then put the ice on the stand, "well there is one i didn't write down," she said and looked at me, "oh what is it?" i asked.

ahra pulled my collar and crashed my lips onto hers. i was appalled but then kissed back, her hand slithered from my collar to the back of my neck as mine went to cup her face. we then pulled away for air, "i wanted to kiss you" she said embarrassed and cheeks pink.

i chuckled, " why didnt you ask before doing so?" i asked as she pulled her arms away from me and picked up the ice cream, " it's weird" she mumbled and put a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, i smiled at her embarrassment and stole a kiss from her making her squeal, " sweet" i said, " what was that for?" she whined, " i didnt want to ask for another kiss" i said. making ahra smile and blush, " asshole" she mumbled.