Cherry Chapstick || Min Yoongi

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He wished he could dream about that kiss every night. His heart tingled in glee, still wrapped around the memory of her body against him as they had their way with each other.

His grip on his phone tightened. The screen displayed her number and an empty field under it. He recalled the way he got her number, or rather, her giving him her number.

He had felt her hand sneak its way to his butt, which had made him blush ever so furiously, but before he could have stopped the kiss in bewilderment, she had done so first, gently patting his butt before smirking and leaving the shop, her short heels clicking against the floor.

She had left him stunned. He reached behind him to find a folded piece of paper in his back pocket. And that was the start.

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