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Yoongi ♡ Arranged Marriage [request]

Requested by @elthoughts

A scoff escaped my lips as I saw yet another picture of Yoongi and his girlfriend on my Instagram feed. He knows I'll see these photos, that's why he's posting them. This one had a caption that read, "My soulmate <3" I cringed at the cheesiness, knowing Yoongi only puts those kind of captions to spite me. This is obviously his second account, which he keeps away from his parents; if they knew about it, he wouldn't be posting such absurd things and being so open about his relationship.
His profile picture is his girlfriend and the account name is MinKim, which is their last names combined. It's like he's purposefully trying to get under my skin.
I couldn't help but recall my father's words from just a few months ago.
"Min Yoongi is the son of my good friend. I wouldn't have picked him to be your husband if I knew he wasn't a good man."
"Good man, my foot." I scoffed.
Min Yoongi is anything but.

I hate this whole arranged marriage bull crap. It's only because my parents are successful business owners and they only want me to be with someone from another successful family. It's mostly my father that's pushing it so much. He's dead set on me marrying someone from an equally successful family.
I could honestly care less. I'd much rather marry someone who I know is going to treat me well—someone who actually likes me.

A soft knock sounded on my bedroom door. I locked my phone and tossed it onto a nearby pillow.
"What is it?" I called, sitting up on the bed, thinking it was one of my parents.
The door opened and in walked none other than Yoongi.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in." I rolled my eyes.
"Ouch." Yoongi placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt.
"Can you not just barge in?"
"I didn't barge in. I knocked."
"You're still in my room without permission. Plus, I didn't say you could come in."
"I don't need your permission." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Whatever." I laid back down on the bed. "Did you have fun with your girlfriend?"
"I did." He answered, an arrogant grin on his face.
"Good for you."
"You don't wanna hear how it went?"
"No, I don't. Now, can you please leave?"
"No can do. My family is having dinner with your family, therefore, I cannot leave."
"Are you kidding me?" I groaned. "No one told me."
"It was a last minute thing." He shrugged.
"Can you at least leave my room?"
"Then who will I harass?"
"Anyone but me." I rolled over, turning away from him.
"Alright, then. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you."
"Only because you'll be forced to hang out with me a dinner." He commented before I heard the door close.
I clenched my jaw, enraged by his remark.

Dinner was almost unbearable. Yoongi put on his usual act, pretending to be the perfect fiancé, acting like he wasn't courting another woman on the side.

"You know, you and Y/n don't go out much." My father commented, wiping the corner of his mouth.
"What do you mean? Yoongi leaves the house quite often. He goes to hang out with Y/n. Right, son?" Yoongi's father questioned.
Yoongi's face seemed to pale.
"We haven't gone out... ever, actually." I spoke up, seeing an opportunity to get Yoongi back and maybe even expose him and his secret rendezvous with his side chick.
"Really?" My mother asked, looking at the raven-haired boy who was beginning to get nervous.
I smirked, happy to see him looking so tense.
"Yeah. In fact, he's too busy hanging out with his—"
"Cousin." Yoongi interjected rather loudly, giving me a sharp side eye.
"Oh. Your cousin, really?" I inquired.
"Yes, my cousin." He gave a tight smile.
"Well, you two seem awfully close."
Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by my dad.
"Perhaps you two need to spend more time together." He suggested. "Why don't you two go somewhere this weekend? You could stay at the beach house."
"What?" I shrieked.
"Oh, that would be wonderful." Yoongi's mom spoke up.
This is not how I though this situation would play out.
"That's not necessary." I backpedaled. "We don't have to spend more time together."
"She's right. We spend just enough time here when we have dinner together." Yoongi added. "There's no need to go on a trip together."
"You two are engaged. You should spend more time with each other." My dad stated.
"Only cause you want us to be." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that, dear?" My mom asked.
"Nothing." I grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip.
I could see Yoongi's jaw clench in annoyance.
"Excuse me." He stood up from the table and stomped out of the room.
An awkward silence settled over us, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"I have to go to the lady's room." I lied, getting up from the table and hurrying off.