I Hate You ∆yoonmin∆

Chapter 구

Jimin's POV

I waited for another 50 minutes until he was done with the club. Some alarm went off and that signalled the meeting was over. I got up to meet Yoongi just as he was packing his crap away.

"Alright. Come on pipsqueak. Let's go," he said in an annoyed tone.

"Don't call me pipsqueak! I'm not a pipsqueak!" I whined.

"Whining makes your claim weaker."

"Okay fine. Let's go. Cats are better than you anyways."

"I am a cat."

"What?"

"My grandma put a microchip in me because she likes the idea of me being a cat. And also because she accidentally told the dude she needed 102 microchips injected. And the dude really wanted to inject one in a human to see if they die. So I got one."

"What the fuck-"

"Don't. Question. Anything. Young one."

"Ugh fine. Where's your car?" I asked once we got to the parking lot.

"Over there," he said pointing to a handicap space.

"Why is it in a handicap spot?"

"Too lazy to walk all the way from a normal parking spot to the building."

"Okay then. Well it's snowing-"

"No shit Sherlock."

"Can you let me talk?!"

"No. Come on. Before the snow gets worse," he opened the door, letting the cold ass winter air in.

"Agh! I-it's cold as hell!" I yelled.

"Come on! It's only like -20° fahrenheit."

"That means it's like -30° celsius! We don't use Fahrenheit!"

"Yes I know. I'm just trying to make it sound warmer!"

"How the hell did it get so cold so fast?! I was out here like an hour ago and it wasn't this cold!"

"Come on! We need to leave! I'm going to leave you here if you don't hurry your ass up! My car heats up fast!"

"Ugh fine I'm coming!" I regretfully step outside the doors and ran to the car.

We opened the doors and got in as fast as possible. I shivered my ass off as Yoongi turned the car on and cranked his heat up. He pressed some other buttons I didn't know the names of. I never want to drive. Too expensive. Besides why would I ever need to drive? He pulled out of the parking lot and we were off. We were at a stop light when I felt like my butt was being roasted alive.

"Why the fuck is my ass hot?"

"I don't know. How would I know? Who told you that?" he didn't get the right idea obviously.

"No you perv. I meant temperature." I rolled my eyes.

"Dumbass it's the butt warmers my car has," he answered.

"I don't appreciate you calling me dumbass."

"Do you want me to call you thiccass or something then?"

"Um which one is more accurate? Huh?" I boldly said shoving my face into his field of vision.

He didn't answer and looked away at a sign on his side of the window.

"Hello! I'm talking to you!"

"I don't speak Stupid," he said.

"I don't speak Salty." I spat back at the pale ass man boy thing.