miss smile| m.yoongi

twenty

yoongi pov

ahra and i spoke it out, we agreed to have her last two days the best ones. " can you give me back my phone?" asked ahra as i was on the couch playing on her phone, " no" i said and continued to look through her selfies, " you know im sick right" she said from her bed, " excerise is good for you" i said, " if you want it then come here."

she groaned and got up as soon as she was next to me looking down at me, i gave her her phone then pulled her down so she fell on top of me and her lips met mine, i kissed her passionately as my arms were wrapped around her neck as her hands were on my chest keeping herself from being crushed by me as her legs were trapping mine.

i loosened my grip as we pulled apart, " you never ask do you?" she asked panting a little, i shook my head, " i dont ask whats mine" i said and whined at her making her hit my chest.

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" watch your fingers boy" said ahra as we were sleeping in the bed, her in front of me, "i dont know what you're talking about " i said as i played with her underwear elastic, " stop lying" she said and grabbed my hand, pulling it away and intertwine it with her fingers, "sleep" she said and kissed my hand, making my heart flutter a little. " good night jagiya " i said pulling her close to me.