Little Kitty/YoonMin/

Chapter 22

It had only been a week here and the hype of what was happening where my bitch of a mom worked was still going on. I was surprised that people would even go to the damn meetings, then oh yeah! They die!

Its like they completely ignore the news and don't hear about it.

Off that topic...

Not only that but, people are starting to get along better than before. Except Yoongi and Sunny....

Yoongi hates Sunny for what he did to me the first day we were here. Sunny plays it off as a joke, yeah. But I'm really worried that Sunny might actually kill Yoongi one day if they don't stop fighting soon.

They need to go to therapy or something.

You can be on one side of the house, while those two are on the other and they could just be look'in at eachother. While you, on the other hand would just be absolutely dying from the tension they have.

Oh brother....

"Goood Morning Jimmine!" Yung-Si cheered climbing into my bed, jumping up and down. I rolled over onto my back, "Morning Si si..." I yawned wanted to go back to sleep again but who knew that I wasn't going to be able to.

"Daddy made breakfast and told me to wake you up." She placed her smol hands on my face, squishing my face together. I shook my head and smiled, sitting up. "I'm up, I'm up!" She slid down off of the bed and ran out of the room.

I stood up after her and slowly walked out into the kitchen, "Morning Guys.." I yawned into my hand briskly sliding into an empty chair.

"Morning Jimin, you sure slept in late." I smiled, yawning again. There was a cough across from me, I turned my head and looked at Sunny who was holding his nose. "Cover your mouth. That morning breath be smelling like ("a dead fish" en espanol.)"

I smirked, leaning over the table, blowing air into his face. "How do you like it now tough guy, a little hot air, steaming you up?" He glared at me, pushing me back into my seat. "Jimin cut it out." My father sounded somewhat annoyed, I looked over at him.

"What's wrong dad?" I asked resting my chin on the palm of my hand. "We need to get out of the house someway or another. I cannot stand being cooped up here." I pointed to the view we had in the back yard. "We have a beach?"

My dad sighed, "Yeah I know that but its only a miunets walk outside, I want something that is far away from here. You understand me right?" I nodded, which I really could understand him.

"Try to look for something.." I smiled, standing up.

I wasn't really hungry but if someone made me something to eat I would eat it.

Walking into the laundry room I seen someone had already filled up the cat dishes, and cleaned the litter box. Then out of nowhere it hit me like a ton of bricks...

I should go get my hair redone, I needed to touch up the pink more but I don't think I will do that color again for awhile. I walked back into the dining room, sitting down on the chair,

"Dad can I take somebody to go get our hair dyed er... redyed?" He nodded.

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After breakfast I walked into my room, grabbing a pair of white washed jeans, boxers, and a maroon sweatshirt. Walking into the bathroom I locked the door behind me, pulling off my clothes....

After I was done with the shower, I put on my clothes, brushed my teeth, and did my hair. Once I was finished I walked out of the bathroom, looking over at Yoongi's bed. He was actually there reading a book.

"Hey, wanna come with me?" He looked over at me, with a board expression.

"Where?"

"To the hair salon? Didn't you hear me ask dad about it?" He shrugged, looking back at his book. I pouted, walking over to him, pulling the book out of his hands and setting it on the bedside table. I leaned over him with a slight smirk, "Your very unattractive when you try to top, the person who is really a top." He flicked my forehead and back up, "Now get off of me. I'll go with you on your little hair adventure."

I cheered a little, standing up and walking over to my bed, I grabbed my wallet out from between the bed frame and the mattress.

Yoongi walked into the walk in closet and closed the door.

I walked into the bathroom and pulled out the brief case of money, grabbing two hundred dollars in only twenties. Then closings the brief case and sticking it back underneath the sink, I stood up walking back into the bedroom.

Right as I did that Yoongi stepped out of the closet, wearing some dark jeans and a black Tshirt. "Go put on a sweatshirt, your going to need it." I said with a laugh, as he looked over at my side of the closet and pulled down a grey sweatshirt.

"I'm to lazy to actually turn around and grab one so yours will do just fine." He said slipping it on. I shrugged and slipped my wallet in the pocket of sweatshirt, walking out of the bedroom with Yoongi behind me.

"Where are you goin'?" I turned my head at Namjoon who stepped out of the bathroom next to the garage door. "To the hair salon with Mr. Min." Namjoon nodded his head slowly, then walked away. We had whispered something underneath his breath but I didn't quiet catch it and I didn't think I really wanted to know what he was saying either.

Opening the garage door, the lights turned on automatically.

I giggled to myself as I looked at two cars and the motorcycle that was there. "So what should we take? The motorcycle, the red Ferrari, or the white convertible?" I asked Yoongi.

"The motor-"

"The Ferrari it is then!" I squealed grabbing the keys to the Ferrari, and pulling Yoongi to this wonderful car. He looked kinda bummed, but on the other hand, there was a reason why we didn't take my motorcycle.

But the reason I wanted to take this is because;

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO RIDE IN A RED FERRARI LIKE IN MAGNUM P.I.!!!
(The Magnum P.I. Tom Selleck is in, not the new one. I absolutely hate how they took Higgins out and replaced him with a girl! 😑😔😑)

We got in, but before I turned on the car, I opened up the garage door. "I would have taken the motorcycle if I had two helmets." Yoongi looked over with an eyebrow raised. "Isn't that motorcycle apart of the favor?" I shook my head, putting the key in the ignition and turning it on.

"No that is mine. My grandmother gave it to my mother who then sold it to me, because why not gift your son a gift he has to buy himself?" I said with a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah, like you would know the half of having to pay for things by yourself." I didn't catch any hint of sarcasm in his voice at all.

"Mhm, like you would either. I bet your parents pay for all of your fancy suits and your nice ass house."

Yoongi was silent, that's how I knew that I was right.

"No, they don't.."

And before I could step on the gas he said:

"My parents are dead."