Cherry Chapstick || Min Yoongi

-8-

Before he could think of what he was doing, his focus fell on her lips. They were as red as cherries; the curve of her mouth seemed so perfectly delicate, as if the deity himself thought of her as a polished artwork. He could stare at it all day.

He jumped when her lips moved.

"Is there something on my mouth?" She said, bringing a finger on the lower half of her face.

"Oh...um, no," he stuttered as he shuffled away from her. She was almost a dangerous presence to him.

She stared after him. She could guess why he was acting that way. Anyone could guess right. The way his cheeks flushed bright pink and the way he would talk to her made everything so obvious.

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