The Pull || M. Yoongi

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Min Yoongi had known.

He had known from the moment that his eyes had settled on the lone figure shielding itself from the rain under the very shop every person in this neighborhood knew to avoid. He had known from the moment that he'd told himself that he could have very well been staring at a ghost; yet his steps had only taken him closer. He had known from the moment that he had looked into her sparkling gaze.

Min Yoongi had known.

He had known from the second that she had looked away from him.

He had known from the enrapturing rise and fall of her chest to the flicker of light dancing atop of her fitted camisole. All before darting to the confines of her loose shirt as though to hide from his careful gaze.

He had known from the daunting shimmer of her tights against her thighs to the moving tips of her converse. So much so that he could only cock his head from side to side in perfect tune with the captivating motion. Enthralled, he didn't miss a beat as they abruptly stopped only to resume their impromptu dance.

Indeed, Min Yoongi had known.

Still, he had stepped forward.

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