The Pull || M. Yoongi

4

"I'm not really avoiding the rain."

Perfectly on cue, thunder drowned out Yoongi's words. However, even as the tip of her converse had played with a puddle of water at their feet, she had heard him. She had perfectly heard him. Otherwise, her curious gaze would have never torn away from his side profile quite as quickly as it had.

"I could tell as much." She had smiled as she had pointed to the umbrella in his hands.

"I only came to warn you." He had mused as he had slid his hands in his pockets.

"Warn me?" She had blinked as he had slowly nodded back at her.

"The shop opens in 5 minutes and the owner won't allow you to stand here."

There had been words to describe the surprise on her face. There truly had been and they begun in a deer more than caught in headlights. So much so that Yoongi had only been able to chuckle as she had finally snapped out of her trance. Lightly biting on her lower lip, she had looked ahead at the pouring rain.

Her face, the picture of desolation as thunder had struck once more.

"Though, if you buy something," Yoongi had softly started as she had turned to him. "You can stand here for as long as you want."

"What if the someone who needs to stand here is broke?"

"Then I hope your shirt isn't see-through."

That time, though the cue had been perfect, only Yoongi's whines had wrapped around them as she had smacked him.

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