Come Be Mine

13.

It's only been a few days since Yoongi has seen Jimin and yet the only thing in on his mind is the kiss they shared. It was sweet. Jimin's lips must be the softest pair he's ever felt. Jimin makes him feel things that Yoongi doesn't want to feel, but it doesn't feel bad. It feels good. It's like, he doesn't want the feeling to end, it's like an addiction. It's like a drug, and it's going to be Yoongi's drug.

Yoongi's thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok walking into his room being loud and obnoxious as usual. Yoongi ignored every little thing the younger had to say; He continued to stare out his bedroom window. He needs to come up with the solution to get that drug out of my system. And in his life.

"Min! Fucking! Yoongi!" Hoseok yelled flabbergasted. "I can't believe you!" He continued. "First it was Taehyung, now it's you! Always ignoring me! I don't know why you're ignoring me!"

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Hoseok's dramatic behavior. Sometimes Yoongi thinks that the younger was spending too much time with Seokjin. They sounded so similar sometimes.

"First of all, use honorifics, second I was thinking. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today it's Saturday." Yoongi yawned out looking at the time.

Hoseok crosses his arms, with an eye roll. "We have guests." Now it's Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes.

"I don't care, send them away." Yoongi moves away from his spot near the window to his bed.

"Yoongi hyung.... it's your parents."

Yoongi turns his head to Hoseok. "I don't have parents. You know this." He says blankly. "Do you know why the elderly people are in my house?" Hoseok shakes his head.

"Well, then tell the old people I'm going to be down in an hour, I need time." Hoseok sighs but leaves the man to his mind.

Yoongi picked up his phone and just stared at it. He then goes into his contacts and dials a number. The phone rang and rang but Yoongi was patient. He would call and call again if he had to.

After the very important call. Yoongi went downstairs to greet his "parents".

He walked down the stairs slowly. There is his living room sat an old couple. A serious expression on their face. They didn't come here to talk about family, or his inheritance.

They came to talk business. Yoongi sat across from them and crossed his legs. A sigh left his lips as he stared at the two.

"What do you want." The woman scoffed.

"Yoongi, I did not teach you to speak to me that way. Show some respect." Yoongi paid no attention to her. "Yoongi, why haven't you taken your spot as our heir?"

Yoongi cocks his head to the side pretending to think of the answer. "Hmm, how about because I'm not your son, and you are not my parents. I have no reason to inherit what's not mine."

Yoongi's father narrows his eyes at his son. "Yoongi, cut it out, we are your parents." Yoongi shakes his head a small chuckle leaving his lips.

"No, Mr. and Mrs. Min, my parents died in a car accident 6 years ago." He unhooked his legs and rested his elbows on his thighs. His palms cupping his cheeks, his eyes burning holes into the Mins pair.

"You and Jihoon are exactly the same." She whispered lightly. "Of course we are the same. He is my brother. And we don't like you." His father's mouth twitched.

"Son, I don't care if you don't like me. You will rule whether you like it or not. It's your birth right."

"Do I look like I give a fuck about what's in, on, inside or outside my damn birth right?" Yoongi's mother stands tall.

"Who do you think you're talking to boy. Watch your mouth."

"This is my house. My rules. My life. You have no rights here. So, I suggest you watch your damn mouth Yoonji, before someone and I don't mean me, gets hurt." Yoonji opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by her husband sitting her down.

"Be quiet Yoonji, let's not forget why we're here." Yoongi sighs.

"So will you finally tell me what you and your wife are doing here Jihyuk?"

"Don't disrespect me boy, I am your savior."

Yoongi's eyes widen tremendously. He snorts before he bursts out laughing. "You are not my savior. I know you were watching me from the very beginning. You only saved me because I was dying. Tell me dad, if I wasn't in danger, if I wasn't dying would you have come for me."

His voice dropped tremendously instead of it being hard and confident, it had grown soft and fragile. His head hung low in his hands no one could see his face.

"No."

Jihyuk answered coldly. Yoongi breathed in and out. He raised his head. A smirk was left on his face. "I know you wouldn't. You only care about your damn money, and your fucking empire. Does the woman next to you know how much women you've been sleeping with other than her?"

Yoongi put his hand over his mouth. "Oops was that a secret. Sorry." A fake pout made its way onto his face.

"Yoongi, you don't need to be the heir anymore." Yoonji said fuming. She had to keep her composure. She was the Mafia Boss Min Jihyuk's wife. If she broke down, it would show she is nothing but a weak link that needs to be eliminated.

Yoongi sat in his beloved chair confused. "What?"

Jihyuk looked at his son indifferently. "All I need you to do is watch someone for me. In 10 minutes, someone named Lee Garfield will call you, after he calls you, Kim Hyungtae will arrive with Park Jaebum and a little girl."

Jihyuk stood up and adjusted his suit. "That little girl is a very important pawn that will play an important part in the little game we shall play called, ruling the world. Treat her right. Don't let her go outside." He walks to the door. "If she gets hurt, it wouldn't be me that will deal with you. Make sure you watch your back. She is not only important to me but to a very powerful person that will do anything to have her back in his sight."

"Wait, why do I have to take care of her?" Yoongi asks following the couple out.

"Because he already knows." The two got in the car and drove off. Yoongi walks and was about to enter the house until he heard a twig snapping.

"Come on out." But the only thing that comes out is a little black kitty. Yoongi grabs the cat and walks into his house. Not bothering to check any of his work in his office.

Not long after he left a ringing sound from a phone is heard from one of the bushes.

The next couple of days I'll be busy, so I'll give you two updates today.  Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate it. And have a good day if you don't.