Who Are You? [] PJM & MYG YoonMin []

☆Fourteen: HyeMi's Gift☆

         Yoongi entered the upscale café, his eyes unwantingly searching for HyeMi. She quickly caught his eye, sitting by the windows. Bright red hair band standing out against her dark hair as she kept her eyes on the phone in her hands. An empty coffee cup sitting on the table in front of her.
"Why did you call me all the way here?" Yoongi asked softly as he approached the table.
Instantly, her eyes snapped to Yoongi. Firing back with a venomous voice, "Yah! Oppa! Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?!"

Yoongi sighed and took the seat across from her, "I was busy. What do you want HyeMi-ah? Why did you call me here?"
Her expression softened as her facade built back up, "Oppa, it's Christmas. You're supposed to spend it with your wife."
Yoongi rolled his eyes, eyes slipping out instantly, "You're not my wife."
"Yet," She snapped back, reaching into her large purse.
From her purse, HyeMi pulled out an envelope. Laying it on the table in front of Yoongi.
"I wanted to exchange Christmas gifts," She said, a smug smile creeping into her face.
Yoongi looked from the envelope, back to her, "I didn't get you anything."
Her smile grew larger, "Oh, but you did. The very best gift." She nodded to the envelope, "Open yours, I can't wait to see your face."

Yoongi scoffed at her attitude, slowly picking up the envelope and opening it. Inside seemed to be pictures. As Yoongi pulled them out, he flipped through them slowly. Body rigid. Each photo was of earlier in the evening. Captured as Yoongi and Jimin said their rather passionate goodbyes outside the Hyung's home. Each image proved impossible to deny his own identity or Jimin's as the quality was pristine.
Yoongi slowly found his voice, weakly asking, "You had me followed?"
HyeMi smiled, delighting in her current shift in power, "It's not like you were hiding it very well."
Yoongi felt a weird mix of anger and fear well inside him at he stared into her smug smiling face, "Why?"
HyeMi leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, "I want to get married in February.... This February."
"Eh?!" Yoongi's voice was a little louder than he expected and he quieted down. "I thought we agreed to marry in two years after I graduate."
"No, Oppa. You decided that. I choose two months."
Yoongi shook his head, "Not gonna happen."
HyeMi smirked, "Yes... It is. Or I'll take these photos to my father."
Yoongi froze at the comment, practically shivering under her cold gaze.
"Once my father sees that you're involved with men," HyeMi continued. "He'll call off the wedding and make damn sure your family goes back into the ocean of debt. Leaving you all to run from the loan sharks again."
"Why are you doing this?" Yoongi asked through grit teeth.
HyeMi stands, pulling on her coat and bag, looking down on Yoongi, "Because despite what you think... I do actually like you, Oppa."
Yoongi met her gaze at the words, her sharp eyes somewhat softening, "What?"
"I like you," She replied softly. "I won't let anyone else have you. We'll be married in two months."