Smoke and Fire

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The smell of spray paint filled the ash colored hair boys nose, leaning against the truck watching his "buddies" spray paint a white fence.

Yoongi had only spray painted half the wall, but didn't bother doing any more. He didn't have a reason not to other than he didn't feel like it.

Looking down the road, he noticed something he feared the most.

A cop car.

Glancing at the others, he quickly snuck around the vehicle, hiding from the cop cars view, he watched the cop inside of it focus his attention on the others, he quickly used it to his advantage, sneaking away behind another fence and running.

Yoongi didn't know where he was running, but he knew he wasn't in the mood to get arrested.

Seeing a high white fence, he quickly hopped over it, but his foot caught on the top, making him fall over the fence instead of gracefully sliding over it.

He landed onto soft grass, rolling for a moment, before sliding to a stop and rolling to his back. His head hurt a little but since he knocked it on the fence in the collision, he stared up at the blue sky, a few clouds decorating it.

Glancing at the place he fell into, he froze. His eyes landing directly on a girl sitting on a chair under a shaded umbrella. A fancy one. Indicating he just got himself into a rich persons property.

The girl stared at him shocked, her wavy hair half up and half down, beautiful pearls decorating her gently brushed hair, a pretty white dress that went down to her ankles, white laced high heels crossed at the ankles, her hands folded on the table politely.

He tilted his head, squinting his eyes to brush out the sunlight, raising his head a bit to look at her better. "Uhm...excuse me?" She asked unsurely of the stranger who just rolled into her yard (who she watched fall over a seven foot fence) and now laid in front of her, the umbrellas shade covering his arm and nothing else.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Yoongi asked, she shook her head, gulping. "No, this is private property, get off." She ordered, only Yoongi chuckled. "Calm down calm down, I'm not gonna rob you."

"I'm not worried about you robbing me, this is private property, I don't want my parents seeing you."

"Oh? Really? Well...you didn't say that you wanted me off the property, just your parents did, is that what I'm getting?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes, breaking her straight posture before going right back into it. "Just leave."

Reaching into his jean jacket, he pulled out his cigarette pack, pulling out a cigarette and putting it to his lips. "Got a lighter?" He asked, she stared at him, her eyes slightly squinted in disbelief. "I'm not allowed to touch lighters."

"Oh come on, I'll leave if you do."

She stood up with a huff, walking down the long pathway of flowers that lead up to her large mansion. Doesn't seem like a rich snob...he pondered, he waited a few minutes, before seeing her silhouette appear from the side door, seeing her from the front, he nearly dropped his cigarette from his mouth.

The way the sun shone down on her, seeming to make her have a glowing affect, she looked almost...angelic...

She walked up to him, snapping him from his short daydream, handing him a silver lighter. He hid the flame from her as he lit his cigarette, handing it back to her. "Now will you leave?"

He nodded, bouncing up to his feet. "Yes ma'am, by the way, pretty hair." He awkwardly complimented. The girl seemed to soften, she looked like she was holding back a smile as she looked down, seemingly collecting herself before looking back up at him. "Thank you, sir."

Yoongi chortled, turning on his heel and heading back to the fence he failed to jump over. "Wait!" Her sweet melodic voice called out to him, he turned around, his pretty eyes scanning her face, "what's your name?" She asked.

He smirked, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and puffing out the smoke. "Yoongi." He responded in a lower octave, she didn't respond back to him, but she gave a little nod, like she was noting his appearance and name, he turned back around, hopping the fence going back onto the pavement.

Looking back at the house, he mentally noted the address on the front of the home.

He decided then and there, he wanted to see her again.