"HAHA! STOB lying stubble boy. Seriously. Why are you?"
Yoongi looked at me with a confused face. "What do you mean? I'm min Yoongi. Rapper of BTS."
"I couldn't even tell with that dirt on your chin." I told him
Yoongi put one finger on my lips and started moving it around pressing hard. "Baby, shut your mouth. It comes back around. You have stubble, too. Right above your lips and below your nose."
I smack his hand off my mouth. "Get your dirty fingers of my friend."
"Weirdo."
He started walking away. "Aren't you supposed to take me to McDonald'?!" I sked him.
"Aren't you supposed to follow?" He said back. So a scurried to where he was and followed behind him.
"So Min Yoongi is thicc. More thicc than I expected."
He heard me and said, "you can see more of that tonight." And winked.
"IM A CHILD OF GOD!" I yelled back at him and he slightly chuckled, "yeah right."
We continued walking and the most we walked, the more Yoongi looked like he was about to die.
"What's your problem, Daddy?"
"I gotta poop."
I froze and just stared at him with a blank face. I shouldn't have asked.
"Did you eat a fiber 1 bar earlier?"
HAHAHAHAHA I LAUGHED AT MY OWN JOKE...OKAY CONTINUING.
"Stop asking questions."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THEN?!" I yelled at him.
"I need a bush. Find me a bush." He said straining.
"Ew. Okay."
"I found the nearest bush. It's like, over there."
"Carry me." He said with his hands up.
"What if you poop on me?"
"Wouldn't it be an honor?" He asked me smirking.
"oOmf, you right."
I bent down and and he got on my back.
It wasn't even 45 seconds and the ride was over. He farted the full 45 seconds. I'ma kms.
