Yoora is an ordinary girl, who has ordinary needs, which she should have money for. How could she get this money? A girl in her twenties, who loves children. She accepts babysitting near her apartment. She gets an offer from a near house, where she...
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-Give me a smile! - I asked the man sitting next to me, who didn't change his expressions for long minutes.
We were watching a comedy while Haru was sleeping and he was so nice that he came out of his studio for an hour to not sit in his chair but sit on the couch. It wasn't a big change but at least he changed his place and I knew that he lives. Slowly I feel like I have to look after him more than his four years old little sister because the girl at least plays and keeps herself busy but Yoongi, you never know when he turned up his foot since he always keeps himself locked up in that frigging room.
The man looked at me and fulfilling my request his eyes widened a little but his lips didn't curve upwards.
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I sighed and turned back to the TV. I almost teared up on some of the scenes because it really was a good film but Yoongi was watching the whole thing with dead-pan. Is he even able to smile or he was born this way? Did he cry, did he laugh, was he surprised or did he ever express feelings?
-Is it good to watch? - His bored unifacial voice was heard.
I raised my eyebrow and shook my head confusedly when I realized that I was staring at him the whole time as I also was thinking about him. Why am I even thinking about him?
-Fantastic - I rolled my eyes in the same bored style and paid my attention to the TV again.
I saw from the corner of my eye that the man turned towards me. We took place on the two ends of the couch not that I would have wanted to be closer to him. It was already irritating that he was sitting barely two meters away. I raised my eyebrow and looked at him. I leaned on the couch's armrest and pushed my head into it as I turned to him.
-What? - I asked cutely.
In that style, I can't believe that I'm looking after a four years old girl.
-I thought of giving you another chance to stare at me - He answered. - If you liked it that much.
My sardonic laugh was heard and I licked my lips.
-Pfff, who said it that I liked it? - I raised my eyebrow higher.
Yoongi slipped closer on the couch and he pulled up his closer leg to me, up to the mattress so he could turn towards me with his whole body. He placed his elbow on the couch's back-rest and laid his head into his palm.
