Teenagers [Yoongi x OG]

Chapter 4

Min Yoongi's POV

Papers were set on the black wooded table.

Mother demurely cleared her throat as she set the papers apart, into three sets of twos. Once she finished, she sat up straight, facing me with her hands loosely clasped together, her back not hitting the back of her high armchair.

"These are the most possible job prospects for you at this moment," She stated, her voice clear and loud and echoing around the room, "I would like for you to review them."

I slid one off the table, all the while maintaining steady eye contact with mother, then I flipped it.

The first thing to grab my attention was the bold logo on the top left hand corner of the paper, the logo of BigHit. A newly made idol company with an amateur reputation, that of which was down graded to a bashed on and highly degraded reputation after an incident that included one of their past girl group's members. I lifted my eyes to mother, whose eyes flickered down to the paper for a moment, indicating that I read it. I obliged, my eyes lowering down to the paper once more.

It had my picture on the left side, along with my name, address, age, health conditions, and a short summary of skills I did not posses. I squinted my eyes at it, then scowled even deeper when I saw the word, "Idol".

I glanced at the other papers on the table, they all had similar formats. Save for the difference in company logos.

Mother quirked a sharp lined eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I do not want to be an idol." I said firmly, she pursed her lips into a tight line. "We have talked about this."

"Son, listen. Being an idol will be a perfect opportunity for your father's company to be advertised even more, and if you're a successful one, his company could reach out not only to adults and the elderly, but teenagers and middle schoolers too." She explained, I curled my lip at her slightly, "Now you will be an idol, if you don't choose a company, I shall choose one for you."

"Mother, listen to me. I do not want to be a little doll to be controlled by a money hungry company," Mother was about to reply, but I cut her off, "Besides, I have a girlfriend now. I want to give her all of me."

Mother's eyes widened at that, a tinge of fear in her eye. Not out of worry of course, but out of fear that I wouldn't be able to be a trainee or some other kind of public figure for Father's company anymore.

"You have a girlfriend?" She stuttered out, I nodded, "Invite her for dinner. We'll talk after I meet her."

She waved her hand, dismissing me. I nodded and left the room before she had the chance to change her mind and forcefully have me apply to a company.

I walked down the carpeted hallway and up the marble staircase and into my room, which was nothing much. Even though I had been given a room the size of a five star hotel lobby, not including the extra walk in closet and private bathroom, I wasn't so keen on personal decoration. Some fairy lights littered the wall above my study table fit for three, a family tree beside the closet door which was put there by Mother, and some books scattered here and there.

Immediately, I plopped onto my baby blue king sized four poster and took out the mac from under my bed.

Biting my lip and sitting back on the headboard, then searched for Im Hyemi on Facebook- and there she was. Her profile picture a selfie, and her feed mostly of her cat. Or.. it looked like her cat. She was a black cat. I chuckled, that suited her.