nuisance. myg.
Its mostly little things. She steals pages out of his notes, she borrows all of his left socks, she unplugs his phone when he's charging it while he sleeps. Little things that bring up the wrinkle between his brows, that pull his lips into that thin, pouting line of frustration. She loves that look - its positively adorable. So as the days passed she grew more insistent and troublesome in her antics, drew lewd pictures on his bathroom mirror in the steam from his shower, swept all the blankets off him quickly when he was in bed. And slowly, eventually, she realized he recognized her presence. He started to talk to her - complaining aloud at the 'little brat' that was bothering him. She started to leave notes in the margins of his notebooks, eventually approaching him visible but intangible in a belated introduction.
Now, Sohee thought he might be almost used to her. That doesn't stop her pranks, of course. She remained invisible today as she did all days, breezily wisping along into his room. The familiar sound of the water of the shower beating against the ceramic floor greeted her and a wide, wicked grin crossed full cheeks, a deceptively sultry expression for a face that gave off such ethereal innocence upon first glance. She floated her way into the room, examining him through the shroud of steam, glimpses of pale skin behind the glass panels of the shower stall. She bit her lip, stifled a giggle as she drifted invisible to the mirror, finger squeaking as she traced the outline of a heart onto the mirror, stark against the rest of the steam blanketed canvas, her presence dropping the temperature of the room slightly despite how hot he'd turned the water up. "Yoongi, yoongi, yoongi," she teased sweetly, a reminder that she knew the name that would force him to her - any time, anywhere.