[✔] Magic // MYG

30. Be mine

We entered the living room again.

"Oh Hyoju, don't you have to tell your parents that you'll stay here for dinner?"

"That won't be a problem miss Min." I smiled politely.

"Oh really? Why?" She asked curiously.

"There are some complicated family matters."

She wanted to ask further but Liam knocked and entered.
"Dinner will be served shortly, if I could invite everyone into the dining hall."

We stood up and followed Liam into the dining hall.

(A/N: omg, imagine Liam talking in an exaggerated British accent that all non British people use. No offense to anyone tho❤)

Everyone sat down at the table.
Me and Yoongi next to each other and his parents opposite of us.

"Can I ask you what family matters there are?" His mother finally asked.

"You don't have to answer that." Yoongi said and looked at me.

"No it's fine." I smiled at him. "I don't really know where to start."
I smiled awkwardly.
"So uh, my parents aren't my real parents. My mother died giving birth to me and I don't know anything about my father. My adoptive mother is actually the younger sister of my real mother and she took me in. She was very happy since she couldn't give birth herself. Her husband was very happy as well.
I only found out about being adopted a few days ago, I was kicked out the same day."

"Kicked out?" Yoongi's father asked in disbelief.

"Well, my adoptive father was never good with alcohol and that day he let everything out he wanted to say, including that he hated me and never really wanted me to be his daughter. We ended up yelling at each other and then he kicked me out. And just today in the morning I got a text from my adoptive mother that they were getting divorced. And well, here I am now." I smiled nervously.

"You poor girl." Yoongi's mother said. "Where do you live now?"

"I'm staying at a friends house, but I feel as if I'm staying there too long already." I answered.

"It must be hard on you." Yoongi's father commented.

"No, it's fine." I grabbed Yoongi's hand into mine. "Since I have such a loving boyfriend who was there for me to cheer me up." I smiled at them.

Damn, the worst thing is that I'm awfully honest.
Like, shit, I'm saying the truth and Yoongi doesn't know that.

He squeezed my hand and smiled lovingly at me.
Damn if I didn't know we were pretending I would bet my heart that he was in love with me.

I could hear his parents say some 'Awwww's while we were looking at each other.

"Why don't you stay here, sweetheart?" I turned to face his mother.

"Excuse me?" I smiled apologetic at her.

"You got kicked out. You don't want to bother your friend anymore and Yoongi is your boyfriend." She explained.  "And we like you."
She grabbed her husband's hand.

"So stay here as long as you need." Her husband said.

"Huh? No I-" fuck, this was unexpected, I can't accept this offer, we would need to pretend the whole time! "It's an awfully nice offer but no matter how much I like it, I can't accept."
I tried declining politely.

"Yoongi, sweetie, convince your cute girlfriend." His father turned away from me.

Yoongi just sat there wide eyed, not knowing what to do. His parents were looking at him and I just stared at some wall.
Yoongi cleared his throat and stood up.

"Would you please excuse us for a moment." He said and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the room, into the garden that was connected to the dining hall.

He closed the glass door so his parents couldn't hear us.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He ruffled his hair.

"Yoongi calm down your parents can still see us." I smiled into their direction as they looked at us worriedly.

He heaved a deep breath and patted his hair down again.
"We're in trouble."
His back was facing his parents so they couldn't see his troubled face.

"In big trouble. We can't do that. I didn't sign up for this, pretending to be your girlfriend twenty-four-seven." My smile never left my face since his parents were looking at us the whole time.

"I know, but after that story of yours they won't back down until you accept the offer of staying here." He stepped in front of me now so his parents weren't able to see me, my smile left immediately.

"Are you seriously telling me to start living with you?" I stared into his eyes.

"I know I'm asked for too much already but please." He leaned his head on my shoulder. My hand instinctively went to his head and patted it. "I want to live with my parents again and they like you. And you need a place to stay anyways."

"Yoongi you can't be serious." I sighed as I leaned my head on his.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Please."

Were we giving his parents a show or was all of this sincere?

"Yoongi, I can't keep on pretending to be your girlfriend." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Is it because of the guy you like?" He lifted his head from my shoulder. "Who is it?"

"Huh?"

"Tell me who the guy is that you like and I'll explain to him our situation, so he won't misunderstand."

"Don't worry about that guy." I sighed.

"Tell me who it is."

"No."

"Tell me."

"Then tell me who the girl is that you like."

"Why?"

"A name for a name, sounds fair, right?"

"You."

"Huh?" I rose an eyebrow.

"You're the girl I like." He looked at me completely serious. "Your turn."

My face was red and burning hot.
"Y..." I mumbled quietly.

"What?" He asked.

"You..." I mumbled a bit louder.

He started smirking "What?"
He clearly heard me, this asshole.

"No forget it." I took my arms away from his neck and put my hands on his chest, about to push him away.

He pulled me closer by my waist and smashed his lips onto mine. We were moving in sync and pulled away to catch our breaths.

He smirked down at me. "Be mine."

"No."

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A/N: I updated so much today:')

Be proud of your lazy author-nim :)