| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch5 ~ Wrong choice...

Yoongi was tucked in his bed, as usual, awaiting Jimin's arrival. It was three forty five pm and he usually made it by that time. The smile on Yoongi's face seemed never to waver when he was with Jimin, it was like Jimin had the power to make this fragile thing grin with intense happiness and bless him with joy every time he walked into Yoongi's princely room. Most of the day, Yoongi was left alone to entertain himself, only the maids and butlers came in every meal time, bringing in food that Yoongi normally left for dead.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Yoongi's upper body shot up and a smile rolled onto his face, but his mood quickly went down hill when he saw that the wrong Park had entered his room. "Hey there button." Minji waved in an arduous manner, as she closed Yoongi's gargantuan door. Yoongi's smile disappeared at the sight of her, falling back down on his plump pillows as he grumbled to himself.

"Oh for God's sake!" He turned his head, opposite side to where Minji could be seen, and looked out of the window in complete disappointment. Got my hopes up for nothing.

"Nice to see you too." She huffed rather sarcastically, walking toward his bed, plopping herself down at the very end of it. Yoongi sighed, outwardly annoyed at the younger girl's presence, and more importantly, where she'd placed herself on the mattress.

"That's Jimin's spot, div." He snapped, his line of sight still concentrated outside the window. Yoongi wasn't fond of Jimin's little sister, he found her too rowdy and hyperactive for her age. The first time they were introduced to eachother, years and years ago, she made more noise than anyone Yoongi had ever met, giving him a bad impression on the way women acted, hence the reason why he had no interest in marrying her anytime soon, or ever.

"Well damn!" She got up on the bed and stood, proud and magestic over her frail fiancé. Her hands in balled fists planted on the sides of her hips as she stared down at him. "Look, I know we haven't exactly got on these past ten or fifteen years we've known of eachother's existence," she got on the heels of her feet and sat politely in front of her future husband. "but can't we start over?" At this point, Yoongi's eyes had been forced to look in her direction, right when she jumped to her feet, startling the young bachelor's sight into looking up at his bride to be.

"Why would I want to do that?" Yoongi glared at her. "I don't like you, not one bit, and I have no intention of marrying someone I can't stand let alone someone I don't love." harsh but true. Minji looked droopy eyed at the person laying in front of her, amazed at how much energy it took not to punch him in the gut. I mean, I don't wanna marry you either but that was kinda over the top!

"Well then..." Minji started. "...I guess we have something in common, but I wasn't talking about the marriage, button, I was asking if we could at least be civil with one another." Yoongi's eyes gaped open, as if her words were coming out in gibberish. "You treat me as if I did something traumatic to you at one point in our lives, can't we treat eachother with a little respect?" Minji was good at this, making friends. No one who lived in the Min household (except for Yoongi) even disliked Minji, she won them all over with the happiness and bright atmosphere she brought into the room, even grumpy Kyungsoo had taken a liking to the young Park resident.

"How about you though?" Yoongi intervened. "You walk around this place as if you own it, as if you don't give a damn about the person who actually owns this property." Yoongi said blankly.

"Oh please, you haven't even been out this room, how the flip do you know?"

"Jiminie takes me out on my wheelchair sometimes." Yoongi told her.

"Well... I've never seen you round."

"I said sometimes."

"But if that's the case then how do you know I walk round here like I own the place?!" She was close to pulling her hair out.

"Sources." Minji sighed, it was taking more than half of her energy supply trying to understand this spoiled rich kid, not that she could talk. She'd grown up in the arms of luxury while mildly trying to fulfill her role as a fiancé.

"Hyung!" A familiar voice filled the room with instant joy. "I brought you dinner, let's eat toge-" he spotted his sister sitting on the bed. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" He asked cautiously.

"NO!" Yoongi screamed from his duvet covers. "Course not Jiminie, come over here and kick this brat out will you?"

"If you mean brat, you're obviously talking about yourself."

"Why you incessant-!" Yoongi almost lunged at her, but Jimin was quick to relieve the tension.

"OK!" He shouted loud enough to get their attention. "Let's eat, shall we?!" He placed the food on the table near Yoongi's bed and gestured for Minji to sit down on the seat. Jimin hurried over to his organ owner with his wheelchair, gesturing for the boy to sit in it.

"Lift me up." He commanded, opening his arms so Jimin could carry him onto his wheelchair.

"Ah! O-of course!" He stuttered, suddenly excited to be so close to someone he loved being in the company of. He put his muscular arms around Yoongi's thin build, as Yoongi put his slender arms around the younger's neck, and lifted him instantly onto the wheelchair.

"Thanks Jiminie!" Yoongi chirped happily as he landed comfortably in the leather wheelchair.

Minji scoffed mockingly at the two, ogling over eachother like they were already dating, or worse... like they were a married couple. "Talk about instant mood change." Minji muttered from her seat as the two males approached Yoongi's table.

"I heard that, brat." Yoongi snapped, pointing a rude index finger at the young female teenager.

"Stop talkin' to yourself brat." Jimin pushed Yoongi's wheelchair far enough under the table for him to reach his food.

"I'm talking to you, not me, brat." Unfortunately, that put him directly in front of Jimin's little sister, whom Yoongi was not especially fond of, not that it's obvious to people watching from the sidelines.

"This conversation is getting really boring." Jimin intervened. "You're both wonderful! Can we leave it at that?!"

"No way!" Yoongi answered quickly.

"Definitely not!" Minji mockingly replied. "This bachelor hates me to the core and I don't understand why!" She pointed at Yoongi, looking at her older brother, who was busy trying to pour tea into three tea cups without spilling it, his shaky hands weren't helping. "I mean! I haven't even stepped foot in this bedroom more than once and he's already claiming how much he hates my guts!"

"You, miss, are the noisiest person I've ever met!" Yoongi told her, Jimin jumped at the volume of his master's voice, surprised that he'd let his throat get so loud for the sake of getting these impossible words out to Minji.

"Uh... hyung..." he tried to stop him, but was quickly shoved off by Yoongi, being wholeheartedly pulled by raw adrenaline.

"I've never had to put up with someone so annoyingly hyperactive and uncute in every way, possible!" He gripped at the handles of his wheelchair. "You're a complete and utter abomination! Such extreme hyperactivity should be kept confined in quarantine where it can be researched and helped before it's too late for the specimen to be saved!" Jimin was terrified for his organ owner's pride. Yoongi didn't breathe while saying most of that sentence, so by the time he'd finished sassing the hell out of Minji, his air supply had gotten scarce.

Minji sat there for a minute, eyes widened as she blinked a few times to take in the amount of complex words that had just been used against her. Her skin crawled with offense and a tinge of slight, phased entertainment, she started giggling in the most menacing way imaginable. Her eyes lit up as they slowly retracted back to a normal size, rather than the massive lengths they'd gained from the shock. Her giggles and sniggers turned into chortles and wails of uncontrollable laughter. It sounded something like high pitched screeching, as she hit the table with the side of her closed fist.

And finally, she cut off her bawling fit of laughter abruptly and spoke. An eerily low voice coming from such an innocent face. "Oh you chose the wrong girl to play this horrid game with..."