Our Love is Concupiscent

Irene's Friend

10 missed calls from 'Father💳'
"shit" Yoongi grunted and quickly put on his work suit.

"You're late," his fathered mentioned as Yoongi sat down in the office.
"Oh really?! I am? I hadn't noticed! Thanks for pointing it out, Captain Obvious!" he said with a smile that quickly faded away.
"I just wanted to speak with you about Irene. That's all, then you're excused to go home."
"Okay, it wasn't bad. She's easy to talk to and very nice. I'd have no mind in hanging with her again, but there isn't any romantic feelings for her. None at all."
"Hmm, what is your type then?!" his father whined.
"I don't have one."
"I will find it. At this Gala, I will!" he then popped from his seat and walked out.
This was the first time in a few years Yoongi actually laughed at his dad. They never really had those times, because growing up the only thing that was important to his father was strictly business.

7:45 P.M.
Message From: 'Irene'
Irene: You remember where to pick me up right?

Yoongi: since you're my date you ride with my family in the limousine.

Irene: I'm like family to you guys?!🥺

Yoongi: Let me stop you right there💀, just be ready

Irene: 💀💀 okayyyy

The family stopped in front of a medium sized modern house, where a beautiful young lady in a short, thigh high black dress. It had frills, going from side to side. The lady looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was pulled back into a stylish, yet messy look. Her makeup was light as you could tell, she didn't need much due to her natural beauty.
She stepped into the car, "Hi!"
They all welcomed her nicely as she sat down.
"Ah, Chaelin! It's been such a long time since I've seen you!" Irene smiled going in to embrace her.
"I know! I'm glad to see you again! Thankfully my son here made a good choice!" Chaelin and Irene chuckled together.
"He did! Otherwise who knows how long it would've been to see each other again," Irene wondered, "But when can I start working for your modeling company again?"
"Actually, I want to say next month. So be on the lookout for that!" she said warmly.
"Great! That's right around the time I'll be done with this company."
While Chaelin and Irene were in a different world, Yoongi had been on his phone.
"Psst."
"What?" Yoongi looked up at his father.
"I know you don't like her, but try to talk to her."
Yoongi groaned and popped into the conversation, "Mom.. if you don't mind I'm going to take my date now," Yoongi smiled and shifted towards Irene.
Chaelin rolled her eyes, smiled and turned to her husband.
"Your father told you to associate with me, huh?" Irene laughed.
"Yea. My plans were to stay for pictures and leave."
"Too bad you can't! I have someone whose going to be at the Gala with me!" her face lit up, "It's my co-worker as well as best friend.. Park Jimin!"
"Cool."
"We're here!" Chaelin broke into their conversation.

The family (plus Irene) stepped out the limousine smiling and walking down the carpet. Questions were being thrown at Yoongi and Irene, "Are you two dating?!", "How long has this been going on?!", "How did you two meet!"
Yoongi ignored all questions and only pulled Irene along, "Better off not answer to their ignorance."
"Ah, okay."

Inside the Gala, his parents were associating with all guests. Irene wondered off to find Jimin, and Yoongi.. he was all alone.
"Oh my god!" A young lady came up to Yoongi, "You're telling me! Min fucking Yoongi is here!"
"Yep.. It is my parents Gala," Yoongi said sarcastically.
"I'm like such a big fan! Like oh my god!" She shifted closer, trying to reach his arm.
"No touching, thank you," he moved his arm back.
"Oh.. can I at least get an autograph?!"
"Sure," he signed her notebook and she ran off.
"Yoongi! I found him! Meet Jimin," Irene smiled showing off the Younger.
"Nice to me-," Yoongi stopped himself after turning fully around. He turned red. He became all flustered and didn't really understand why, "Ah- my apologies. Nice to m-meet y-you!" he held his hand out.
"Ah~ Nice to meet you as well."
As if he hadn't already been whipped before, he was even more into it. His voice soothed the elder, every word like a melody to him. His hand soft as ever, "Irene I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I borrowed your friend for a minute?"
"Not at all!" she lied. If anything she was beginning to get a bit jealous. why didn't he get all flustered when looking at me!