My alpha | Yoonmin

Chapter 28

My sister likes to collect dead things.

She brought home a bunch of dog bones awhile ago and said she'd been watching them decompose for months.

There's a dead mouse in our freezer.

Bruh...tfw you realize your mom's boyfriend is, AT MOST, only eighteen years older than you....

MY MOM'S BOYFRIEND WAS EIGHTEEN AT MOST WHENEVER I WAS BORN!!!!??!!?

Last night, I dreamt that my sister strangled me to death because I wanted to give Yeontan cheap doggy treats.

So how was your day?

Bruh, looking back on all this shit I randomly think up and write at the beginning of these chapters--

Wtf is wrong with me?

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'Now' meant four hours later after Yoongi took me shopping to get some more presentable clothes. He had a suit tailored for me in such a short amount of time, and fit snugly. Yoongi smirked at me whenever he saw the way the suit perfectly framed my body, the lace fabric the dress shirt leaving little to imagination.

I blushed as I hesitantly stepped out of the dressing room. "U-Um...is such a revealing suit..really necessary..?" I mumbled, as I peeked over my shoulder at my ass that was very defined by the tight dress pants. Yoongi slowly licked his lips as he looked too, before his eyes wandered up to my pink nipples that the lace pattern didn't hide.

He let out a possessive growl, making me blush a bit and stand up straighter. He let out a throaty chuckle, before he placed his hand on my waist and smirked at me. "No. I just wanted to see my baby wear something sexy. I want to show off my omega. Your beautiful body was made for parading and bragging about."

I blushed at his words and tried to go back into the dressing room to change back into my clothes, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "No need. You can wear it out. It's already been paid for."

I frowned at him. "What? How much did this cost?"

"Mm...like ten thousand usd. It wasn't that expensive."

My jaw dropped. "W-What?"

Yoongi chuckled at my expression. "Don't worry about the price, baby. You're worth it."

"Yoongi...I don't want you to be my sugar daddy." I said, glaring at him. "Don't spend so much money on me. Ever."

"I just did. And guess what? It's no returns." He said with a smirk, before he wrapped his arm around me and began to lead me out of the store.

"Well--what about you? Aren't you going to get dressed up too?"

"I have plenty of suits at home. This will just be another business meeting for me. We'll be going to have lunch with my mother and father. All you have to do is sit still and be pretty. Rather, that's what you need to do. Don't say a word to either of them. If either of them say anything to you, just smile. Don't respond. They'll find it offensive."

"But...why? Aren't we going so they can get to know me?"

"Yeah, technically. But that doesn't mean they actually want to get to know you. They just want to see you. We'll be arriving early, as well. You need to learn proper table etiquette in fifteen minutes. Think you can do it?"