Chapter 13 — Time to Jimin
It was afternoon on a Saturday and you were soundly sleeping on your bed. The blanket was tightly wrapped cozily around you as you snug deeper into your pillow. Although the afternoon golden sun had shined through your window, that didn't keep you from waking up.
A bored Yoongi rested on his bed sideways and he flipped open the newspaper he found at a convenient store earlier. It was a new article. He couldn't help but to roll his eyes obnoxiously because the new hot topic was about him. Again.
Min Yoongi, heir of MinSons, in Halesmith for college? Can the institution handle such a bad boy or gain more notice from the public's eye for business education?
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not that bad." He muttered, grossed out because of how the writer entitled him as. Bad boy sounds like someone who came out of a teenage movie.
He opened the next page like how the old grandpas do, and he squinted his eyes on a picture of a familiar face. "Eunha?"
A candid of Go Eunha, the daughter of a close friend of his mother and a long time acquaintance, pictured directly close to his eyes. The article said that she was back in the country for a break after attending fashion school for two years in France. Yoongi's eyebrows raised at her who was smiling brightly at the camera.
"This bitch is trying to steal my spotlight." He said.
Eunha had always been Yoongi's rival, in a joking way, just because they were spawns of two great companies in Asia. They haven't been talking ever since Eunha left for Paris two years ago.
Yoongi threw the newspaper to the side and rested his head on his palms. His eyes landed on you.
"Yah, Y/N."
You turned on your bed.
"We have to go to Jimin's, you lazy fuck. Why are you still asleep? It's been like ten years." Yoongi whined.
You didn't budge. Yoongi grabbed his pillow and threw it at you.
"Whatever. I'm leaving you here!" He threatened.
Your eyes burst open tiredly. "Can't you give me five more minutes?"
"No." He said, crossing his arms.
"But you're not even ready yet." You said, looking at what he was wearing.
"I am ready." He asked. "Is there something wrong with my clothes?"
"No." You said. "Just used to seeing you dress up, that's all."
You stretched your limbs as far as you can as you yawned in sleepiness. You raised your brow at Yoongi who was impatiently crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground.
"You could've left me already you know but I see you're still waiting." You said smugly.
"Fine." Yoongi muttered and stomped to the door to leave you but you yelled his name just before he leaves the room.
"Wait, Okay! Geez." You said and crawled out of bed. You snatched clothes from your closet and went in the bathroom to change. After changing, a grumpy-faced Yoongi greeted you.
"What took you so long?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
"What took you so long?" You imitated him in a sickly voce.
