Stripper to Trophy Husband | Yoonjin ✔️

Two

Yoongi's Pov:

"They are so fucking annoying!" I slammed the door to my home as I walked in. "You'd think they would give up and leave me alone," I yelled in frustration to my best friend, Kim Namjoon. "Do you think they got any pictures of us?" he questions while massaging his temple.

I fall back onto a chair in the family room, "I don't fucking know. These paparazzi have gotten too much. How did they even know I was going to be at that club anyway?" I swear being rich is a bitch. People don't know how to give you any privacy. It's like I gotta pay to be rich. Just because I am well-known and wealthy does not mean you belong in my life, or I belong on the front page of every magazine.

Now, I would be okay if I was gracing the cover of a magazine for good reasons, but a majority of the time Namjoon and I made the cover of the front page, it was not because we were out doing charitable deeds, or at least not in the sight of the public.

"They are getting out of control if you ask me. Like can't we go to the club in peace. It's not like we cause trouble when we go." Namjoon said with a smirk as he knew damn well that was a lie.

"I won't even comment on that. Anyway, don't you find the house to be too quiet?" I asked him Jungkook should be up getting ready now, but I heard no noise from upstairs. "It's very quiet, actually. Did Jungkook leave for class already? Have he become studious now?" Namjoon said while laughing.

"That fucker won't ever be studious. I can bet his ass is still sleeping." I find the strength to get off the chair and go check if Jungkook was still in bed and sure as shit he was.

"Jungkook! Jungkook! get your lazy ass up!" I yelled out at him while knocking down his door.

'H-Hyung, go away."

"Boy, if you don't get your lazy ass up. I am calling mom and dad." I screamed out at him.

I heard shuffling in the room, then the room door opened up, "You wouldnt!" He said with fright in his eyes. "I would." No, I wouldn't.

"Do it then. I will tell dad you are living like a celebrity here. On the cover of every magazine." I glared at him, "Just go shower and get to class before I drag you out of the house." Turning on my heels, I make my way back downstairs to Namjoon.

Raising a younger brother is stressful! I can't even fucking take care of myself much less him.

ring ring

"Shit! Why is he calling me?" My father was calling me, he never calls me, unless I am in trouble.

"who is calling?" Namjoon questions while browsing through his phone.

"My dad."

"Answer the phone, idiot."

"Hi, Dad," I said trying to be chirpy

"Don't 'hi dad' me, what have you been up to Yoongi?" He asks in an angry tone.

'Nothing much. Just babysitting Jungkook and keep things in line where I need to." Pretty much a bunch of lies.

"Yoongi, why are you lying to me? Do you think I don't see the magazine cover or watch the news? Can you please tone it down in Korea. Live in silence and peace and stop ruining the Min's reputation. Set an example for your brother; he looks up to you, and judging by his current attitude and reviews from those I have watching him, he ain't doing shit with his life but causing trouble.

It's time you become serious about life. Find someone to settle down with and stop all this clubbing and causing a scene. Do you understand me? I expect better from you as the eldest." I stayed silent and let him rant. It's not like he was saying anything wrong, he was right; it's just I had a problem listening.

"Fine, Dad. I will work on it."

"Good," he said and hung up.

I rolled my eyes and dropped the phone on the table. "Got yelled at again by your old man?"

"Yes, because of my "lifestyle." he wants me to "settle down" as if that will ever happen." he was undoubtedly dreaming.

Namjoon laughed, "Our parents are too funny. Mine said the same thing. Anyway, I found a new club, one I have meant for us to check out. How about we put this all behind us and check it out tonight?" This is why Namjoon was my best friend, he gets me. He understands me. We have been friends since childhood days, and he is the only one who gets me. All I need was the club and good drinks, maybe a good fuck ever so often. Tonight I might just get lucky. The only settle down, I am settling down is at the clubs.