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It's better to leave than to be replaced
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Yoongi sighs "oh god, you got into a fight now? this brat" he rolls his eyes at the end as he wears the mask on me. "I didn't mean to" I pout while tugging at the hem of his sleeves cutely.
He grunts before pulling away from me with a distance, "what now?" he says sarcastically at me. Not knowing what to do I uninentionally fake a cry while gripping unto my leg shakingly
"Huhuhu Yoongi my leg hurts, she scratched my leg" I lie out of nowhere, I want to drown with attention from him and I need to do something to get the attention that I want
His expression changes as he places a hand on my shoulder, "you can't walk? but you were just walking perfectly fine-" I cut him off when I collapse closely to him, in a fake way as he cautiously catches me in my arms.
"do you need me to take you to the hospital?" he asks worringly while running a hand through my shoulder. I shudder from the sudden contact between us
"Carry me Yoongi" I pout at him pleading with that powerful puppy eyes at him. He avoids my gaze as he places both hands on his pocket
Ignoring me now?
I allow my legs to give up and allow my lower body to drop unto the floor with my dignity slowly being wipped out from my head.
The hell am I doing?
"I-I can't walk properly" I say, covering my mouth to hide the inevitable smile forming in my lips.
"Fine"
He crouches down infront of me "come on" I shake my head stubbornly. "Na ah ahh..I want you to carry me like a princess" I grouse while pouting at him once more even if I knew if I was driving him up the wall
"eek!" I yelp when he instantly places his hands on the back of my knee and back, scooping me carefully in his arms "heavy, gorrilla" I hear him whisper
I giggle, wrapping my arms on his neck "yay! now let's go home!" I cheerfully say raising my fist in the air in attempt to contain his cool. Yoongi is very short tempered, really really short
He walks slowly, trying to adjust with my weight which he describes as heavy. "Yoongi, what did you tell mr. Principal?" I ask suddenly
without looking at my eyes he shrugs "things that you messed up. Especially this new one" he retorts. I peer over his neck. His gorgeous veins were popping, his jaw was clenching and god did it turn me on baddly
his breath fans over my ear making me feel as intimate and hot as ever. Sometimes I even ponder if he's a witch, cause he has such an effect on me
