The lying game | Min Yoongi (Completed)

Chapter 42

"Lily"

"Hmm"

"Would you like to be my date to a party in the evening?"

"What party?"

"There is an inaugural party of a friend of ours. The boys are all going. You should come as my date"

"Me? What will I do there?"

"Nothing, just hang out and eat amazing food"

"Food you say?"

"Not just food, amazing food. Almost orgasmic", he said chuckling.

"You got yourself a date then", I said giving him a high five.

"Let's go", he said getting up.

"Where? Isn't the party in the evening?"

"Are you going to come to the party wearing this?", he said pointing to my over sized white shirt which I had stolen from Jungkook's laundry and adidas sweats which belonged to Yoongi.

"No, of course not"

"Then we have to go shopping?"

Shopping !! We couldn't go to a public place. What if someone spotted us. It would be much easier for them to trace Yoongi then.

"No, no I don't want to go shopping. I will wear the white dress you got me"

"No, I want to take you shopping. So I can buy you one of those long dresses.. what do they call them? Gowns.. yes I want to buy you a ball gown"

"No, I am fine with the white dress", I said firmly.

"But let me spoil you.."

"I hate being spoilt"

"I am not giving you a choice. I am taking you and that is it", he said smirking.

After what seemed like 20 minutes of arguing, I finally gave up.

"Done then, let's go"

We sat in his car and for the first time in this two months, I was going to the actual city. We drove into the wide roads of Seoul and my heart almost clenched when we passed by a street which led to the Bureau of Crime. He stopped in front of one of Seoul's most expensive department stores and I got out as I followed him in.

We entered a designer boutique and the attendants all greeted Yoongi like he was a regular - with a mix of fear because it seemed like they knew he wasn't exactly a good person.

The attendant removed a couple of dresses, all so expensive and exclusive, it felt like I would have to break my fix deposit just to buy that. I took one in my hand, watching it until my eyes fell on the price tag.

$18,000. The fuck.

That was my entire year's rent then and there. I almost dropped the dress from my hand earning a nasty glare from the attendant.

"Yoongi, this is very expensive. I don't want these", I whispered in his ears.

"Don't worry, just look around and see what you like"

He said something to the helper and she picked a couple of dressed before ushering me into the changing room. I put one on and came out to show Yoongi who did not look very pleased with it. I went back in and tried another which he rejected as well. He rejected 11 dressed and I shot my hands up in anger.

"I give up, I am not trying anymore dresses now"

"Please babe, just that last one. I only want you to look the best!"