That's when it happened.
He was on me.
Invading my space with that intoxicating scent.
His scent.
I could feel his lips the urgency pulling out of them.
The pleading.
Pleading not to walk away from him.
Not to walk away from this.
Us.
I hated that n...
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If anyone asked Yoongi when his feelings started,
He wouldn't know how to answer.
He could easily say it was thirteen years ago but, he was only nine then.
He didn't know much about love.
So...
Maybe not.
Or he could say it was later when he was fourteen. That would make sense.
She was five when they met and he can still picture the tiny hairs that framed her small round face, in pigtails and in a blue dress that flowed elegantly on her body.
He can still remember how she scrunched up her button nose when she finally turned to throw eye daggers at him annoyed.
The girl had been counting wrong and that irritated him a little.
He couldn't help correct her.
"Who are you?" She asked small hands holding her waist at the tall boy who now, stood in front of her.
"You_you are counting wrong." He whispered explaining. Feeling slightly intimidated by her.
Nothing good could come from a small girl, especially when they stood like that.
He just knew it.
"No, I'm not." She shut him up with a final humph. Her gaze traveled to his feet, slowly dragging up to the tips of the mop of hair sticking up his head.
Yikes.
The girl only turned and put her attention back to the flowers she was arranging.
He suddenly let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
She was scary.
The boy thought he would die any moment if she looked too long.
"One, two, three, five, six, eight, nine, ten."
He snickered softly when she skipped two numbers only finding out how cute that was later in the years they would be spending together.
She chose to ignore him.
That was what big girls did. They ignored rude boys.
They ignored all boys.
And she was the biggest girl in their apartment complex.
The boy in front of her was no gentleman. This was decided all in her five-year-old brain.
"One ten, two ten, three ten, five ten_"
"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen." He sang interrupting her yet again deciding to help the girl align the flowers she had like she was doing on the ground.
Young Yoongi had no idea how unreasonable and stubborn this cute stranger could be.
