HIS LIPS ARE TINTED a rosy color as he brings the burning cigarette to his lips, breathing in the smoke and then breathing it out. The cold bite did not bother him, she knew that he preferred winter over the other seasons. There was something about Yoongi that seemed fitting in the cold weather, like he belonged under snow, smoke rushing between his parted lips.
When he sees her turning the corner of the school, walking towards him, the crunch of snow beneath her feet loud. He drops the cigarette and his expensive black sneakers stomp over it, ceasing the flame from continuing.
Her lips immediately quirk up as she sees him, a similar smile rests on his face albeit a lot more subtle than hers. As soon as she is close enough, her small hands come around his waist and his hands, instinctively, press against her cheeks to press a chaste kiss onto her warm lips. She could feel the chill of his lips on hers and relished in the feeling that was all too familiar.
"Did you do good on your test?" Yoongi breathes. She shivers under his touch but blames it on the cold evening. She felt the same way she would always feel when they were together; a mixture of both excitement, affection and comfort, a concoction that was peculiar yet tantalizing. He pushes a few strands of hair away from her eyes and glances down into her smiling face. He couldn't disagree that his reputation wasn't the best. Hell, he was known as the spoiled bad boy of the town. But the fact that in her eyes, he was damn near perfect made his heart fill with warmth, which was strange for a cold boy like him.
"Didn't expect you to ask that." She teases, eyes twinkling in mirth.
The students that are coming out of the school are watching them closely, looking for new gossip to spread around. But the two of them could care less as Yoongi's hands move around her waist.
"I might not care about my grades, but I care about yours." He finally settles on a slightly cheesy answer.
"You really should care about your grades, though." She says, tilting her head slightly, somehow staring deeper into the crevices of his face, filling up the spaces with love.
His words die down and all he can say in return is: "I love you."
Her heart flutters at the sincerity that his words hold. "I love you too." He can feel the adoration pooling in her eyes. "But don't think you're off the hook, Min Yoongi. We're both going to study for the mid terms."
He throws his head back and groans dramatically. "Okay, fine. But let's get some food first."
"You always say that! Then we both go places and we always forget about what we're supposed to do!" She chides but the smile on her face assures him that she's merely joking.
"I never see you complaining."
"Then I guess I should do more of it."
She would never admit it, but she loved the short and sweet adventures they would embark on giving her something to ponder over for the rest of her life if she could. She loved the way he made her feel. Like she was on top of the world. And she could never forget how her sinning lips always made her heart spin a million and one times.
