"No."
Mian's small head bobbed up and down in a nod at the man in front of her.
"No."
He sternly told her, dark hazel eyes locking with lighter ones.
She raised an eyebrow before outstretching her hand to dangled the large packet she had on air.
"Mina- I swear to"
The item was suddenly dropped landing safely on the piling-up cart cutting Yoongi off.
He groaned shaking his head picking the loaded item and returning it to its rightful place.
Shopping with Mian was good he had thought the last time, she didn't put up a fuss.
She hadn't now up until they got to the sweet and candy aisles.
She was practically a four-year-old.
He grimaced shaking his head at her while she took out a big bag of sour candy from the shelf next to her.
"Don't do that!"
"Return my pebbles!" She shot back pointing at the item behind him.
Her bottom lip was pulled out eyes becoming glossy with tears. It didn't help that she was in a sundress.
He shook his head at her behavior.
Make it a two-year-old.
"If I add that, where are we going to fill in the actual shopping list?" He asked.
"It's not like shopping carts run out." She let out in a duh tone crossing her arms over her chest with a roll of her eyes.
Yoongi's eyes widened at her remark.
No, a sarcastic two-year-old.
"Mina, no. I'll buy them for you tomorrow when I get off work. Let's just follow this list right now!" He tried bargaining.
The girl only sighed pouted in disappointment.
She was difficult.
Yoongi knew this well. He didn't mind it. These were the little bits of her he had to accept.
He took the smaller packets dumping them in their cart before securing her in between him and the cart, his arms around her small frame hands holding the cart handle tightly pushing the cart further to get the things they would need.
"I promise. I'll buy them later."
She only nodded avoiding his eyes. Her mind was still recollecting the smooth motions of his. A blush threatening to creep up her cheeks at the feel of Yoongi's head on her shoulder while they walked.
"Okay." She bit down her lip causing Yoongi to smile, his fingers dag into her scalp soothing down her long locks before they settled to where they originally were.
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Not your Oppa.
FanfictionThat'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...