Raemi’s point of view

Not every answer is on MeTube or Woogle and I agree. 

Because I tried my best to search how to torture your landlord and all Woogle showed me was ‘Help is available’, in bold.

Just kidding.

It took me 26 years to realize that Zuora is the best place to find answers to anything and everything. Now it's up to me to think whether Jimean deserves dog poop snuck under his bed or not.

“Hmm, revenge is so hard.” I sighed as I stirred my black coffee. It was early in the morning, I was leaning against the kitchen counter as I dreamt of things to do to get back to Jimin. 

I would prefer my bed during this time, but I wanted to show Jimin that I don't sleep all day, and so wake up early. (I sleep late, can be said in the morning.)

I sipped my coffee, my eyes following where the door of Jimin's bedroom opened and he walked out, and to my poor heart’s dismay, he was wearing a t-shirt and joggers. Our eyes met, and I gulped when every ounce of my body tingled— why? Because he paused for a moment and shamelessly checked me out. From my tank top to my shorts— his eyes traced from top to bottom.

But it didn't last long when Jimin’s face twisted in a frown. 

What a sour cunt.

“Why did I have to see your face this early in the morning?” He said, walking past me to the kitchen.

I take that back, what a sour little bitch.

“What an inconvenience.” I replied, taking another sip. 

“Indeed,” He said as he prepared his coffee, and cracked some eggs in the pan.

“Imagine my dismay, seeing your cranky face first thing in the morning. At least my face didn't look like I was constipated.” I replied. “Thank god I didn't eat something, I might have puked.” Jimin gave me a nasty glare but chose to be quiet.

“It's officially been a month since I came to live here,” I started, leisurely sipping. 

“A month already feels like a year. No actually make it two.” I gave him a side eye but he didn't see that.

“I'll PayWon you rent, and amenities bills. Message me the figure, will you.” It was too late when the last sentence already escaped my dumb mouth.

“I will—” he stopped as he turned around, and looked at him. “It has been a month and I don't have my paying guest’s phone number.” He sounded surprised, and I mentally slapped myself.

“Uh— I—”

“Give me your number, and I will message you the figure, and I'll need your number frequently. Just for professional reasons, no other.” He needed to add the last sentence, as if I didn't know he would fuck me in a heartbeat if I wasn't his paying guest.

Anyway, I was in deep trouble. 

I can't give him my number or else he'll know I'm a two-faced bitch who hates him, and equally lust on him. 

“Just give me your number, and I'll hit you up.” I took out my phone from my shorts. “I actually don't remember my phone number.” I lied and he looked at me, as if he was coming up with a nice way to insult me.

“You can't remember your own phone number?” He asked.

“I'm bad at math.”

“No wonder you're a painter.”

Excuse me?

“No wonder you're a sour little bitch who works nine to five.”

“Excuse me?” He snapped, looking at me. Believe me, this was the angriest I had ever seen him. 

Shit, I said it out? I said out loud. Damn, I hit a nerve, and I wasn't sorry. He deserved it. 

“I— I didn't mean—” I pretended to be sorry.

“Whatever, note down my number. I'm not in the mood to chit chat with you.” He said his number out loud and I typed it, and pretended to save it.

I sat on the dining table, and saw him walk away to his room, to wake up his kids. I sighed and stood up, and began to put down plates and chopsticks.

“I'll do it, you don't have to do it.” He came back again, and walked past me.

“So I just sit and look pretty?” I asked.

“You will be just sitting.” I gave him a side eye.

“What problem do you have with me?” I asked, and crossed my hands. I knew this bitch was indecisive and horny, but let the girl act. “You're hot and cold, pick a damn side.”

“You,” he looked at him. “You're my problem, you're chaos embodiment.” He looked at me, and walked closer, close enough to stand face to face with me. “Utterly stupid and loud. My life was so calm before you came. But now, you're like a wrong note in my perfectly curated symphony.” My jaw dropped, “And out of everyone in this city, you've to be my paying guest.”

“Should have thought that before I signed the damn lease.” I snapped, “Why did you even let me?” 

“Well you looked promising and I needed that money.” He replied, as if he was disappointed in himself and me. 

“Good, because now we both are stuck with each other for the next 11 months, unless I decide to move out, which I will.”

“Not before I kick you out first,” He replied, I knew he was a competitive bitch.

“You won't,” I grinned a little, “You need that money, and you need someone good to your kids.” I played with the information I already knew. His once victorious face faded. “Imagine finding a paying guest who is good with your kids, stays in their room most of the day, and doesn't abuse your absence to do anything to your precious kids.” Was I a bad person to play with his most sensitive weak points, his kids? Yes. Was I regretting my words when I saw his face getting pale? No, maybe a little.

“You— You're such a goddam—

“Dad, are you and Raemi fighting?” I heard Minwoo’s voice, who stood there, wrapped in his towel.

“Fight, fight!” Minhee chanted, she was still in her sleepwear. 

Minwoo looked between us, and then ran towards me, hugging my legs. “Don't fight with daddy, he’ll cry. I always cry when I fight with Minhee.” He looked up with his big almond eyes, his cheeks squished against my leg.

I cooed, and picked him up, wiping his wet hair. “I'd love to see your daddy cry.” I looked at Jimin, who was glaring at us, or I'd say me.

“Why?” Minwoo pouted, and I laughed at his confused face.

“Nothing, let's get dressed for school.” 

“No need, I'll do it.” Jimin immediately took Minwoo from my grip, holding his child close in his embrace as if I were a witch, wanting to eat his child. 

“Sure, whatever, I'll do more toast.” He reluctantly nodded and walked away with Minwoo, who was talking his ear off on how no one should fight and how everyone should live in peace and harmony.

I stood there as I did more toast, feeling victorious that I won this round, but at what expense? I… did hurt Jimin a little bit but he hurt me more so I guess that level up. I shrugged my shoulders, and continued my work.

My eyes fell on his coffee, which was untouched. He didn't drink any as he was too busy arguing with me. I grinned, almost devilishly as I saw sugar and salt containers, put together in the same looking container. I grinned and added a tablespoon of salt to his coffee.

I'm such a bad person, I should rot in hell.

“Add one more,” A soft voice came from behind me and I flinched. I turned around and saw Minhee, who looked like she had come out of the bathroom after her bath, wrapped in her fluffy towel.

I gulped and added one more, and then looked at her.

“Another,” I looked at her in surprise, as she grinned impishly.

“Geez girl, that's your dad.”

“Add the third spoon or else I'll tell dad.” I may be bad, but she was a hellspawn. The devil incarnate. No wonder she is Jimin's daughter, no DNA test is needed.

I added another spoon, and stirred while looking at the abomination in the name of coffee. 

“Add pepper—” 

“Alright that's enough, go inside, and get ready for school, or else I'm telling your dad that you did it and blame it on me.” She glared at me, and if it was possible to shoot a laser from her eye, I'd have 2 holes in my forehead. She huffed and walked inside to get ready.

By the time both the children and Jimin walked out, I set up the table. I put eggs and toast on everyone's plate, along with apple juice for kids and Jimin's special coffee.

“Thanks,” Jimin said as he sat in his chair.

“No problem.” I replied as I indulged in my breakfast, pretending as if I was the purest soul in the universe while Minhee continuously looked at Jimin.

“Is there something in my face, princess?” He asked her.

“Nothing daddy,” she replied and focused on his food as both Minhee and Minwoo began to eat their food. Jimin sighed and opened his phone, scrolling and grabbing his coffee. I looked at Minhee who looked at him intently. Just when he was about to sip his coffee, his phone rang. His eyes widened, and he immediately stood up, putting his coffee.

“Yes sir, the report…” his voice became distant as he walked to his room to talk privately, to his boss I assume. 

Minhee and I groaned, my eyes met her. 

“You little devil, what problem do you have with your dad.” I asked, not sugarcoating my words. It's understandable for me, but for her, very questionable.

“She hates dad.” Minwoo replied instead, his lips forming in soft pout as if he was angry or confused about why his sister hated their dad.

“I don't hate Minwoo, I just don't like him. It's different.”

“You don't like your dad?” I asked in surprise, my voice hushed. “Why?” Her father does so much for her. It took me less than a day to realize how much of a hardworking dad Jimin was. He was the best version of himself for his children. The one to sacrifice his everything just to see his children smile for a minute.

“He…” For the very first time, Minhee hesitated, her eyes filled with uncertainty about whether she should tell me the reason. “He— you know what, I don't need to give you any reasons.” She huffed, focusing on her food instead.

I looked at her, and Jimin's space. I could hear his faint words. And suddenly I don't feel good about the coffee prank. I was about to grab his coffee mug and drain it in the sink but Jimin opened the door of his room and walked to the kitchen.

“Sorry kids, work call.” He softly smiled at Minwoo, ruffled his hair, and was trying to do the same with Minhee but she gave him a side eye, which he immediately retracted his hand. “Right, I wouldn't want to ruin your hair, princess.” He sighed and sat down on the chair, his eyes meeting mine briefly— and within that one second of eye contact, he snubbed me.

I was momentarily taken aback. What a massive cunt. No wonder his wife left him and all he could do his fuck his hands and put his incompetence out on others.

You know what, the coffee and he are a match made him heaven.

Fuck him. (I wish)

My eyes stared at him as he picked up his coffee again. I smirked softly when he took the sip, immediately his face shifted into displeasure— immense displeasure. He spat his coffee back in the mug and stood up, his chair scraped back and ran towards the bathroom. 

Minhee couldn't control her reaction and laughed out loud, whereas I was mentally howling. I couldn't afford to laugh right now, but I was enjoying it the most.

Yes bitch, suffer.

I heard the water running in the bathroom, I could imagine him desperately trying to run off the taste of salt from his tongue. I wish I could see it. 

As soon as I heard the water stop, my smile faded away and a neutral look rested on my face. I didn't keep my eyes on the bathroom as it would only make him suspicious of me. (There was no use, I was doomed to begin with.) I silently ate my breakfast and finished it by the time Jimin came back.

I looked at him, and to my huge surprise, he was not glaring or about to murder me. He quietly picked up the coffee and drained it in the sink. As if nothing happened, he came back again sat down, and began to eat his remaining food.

What the fuck?

No, genuinely. What the fuck?

He must have seen the surprise on my face, so he began, “I must have added salt instead of sugar,” he looked at me, and believe me, I learned the hard way that his silence was more infuriating than his words. I silently glared at him while he looked down at his food.

My eyes met with Minhee, who was equally disappointed and surprised. Minwoo was just looking at his father with concern.

“Daddy, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes baby, I'm alright.” He replied with a soft smile which instantly disappeared when his gaze fell on me.

“I'm done with my food,” I replied and stood up, the chair scraping a little. I made my way to the kitchen sink, and washed my plate and mug. Once I was done I looked at him and the kids for the last time. I did catch Jimin looking at me, a little too much. As if he was on edge, perhaps he was waiting for his kids to get out of the background so he could confront me for my sins.

Oh.

My assumption began to look like reality when his kids got off the dining table and went to the living room to get their bags and wear their shoes. Now it was just me, Jimin, and very heavy obese tension.

Once again, for the nth time my eyes met his, and he looked at me silently. And I wish I could read my mind so I could know what those eyes are telling me, what they are talking about. Were they trying to undress me in his head? Wondering how his hands looked wrapped around my throat? Or, realistically speaking, was he smashing my face into the nearest wall?

Probably. We'll never know. 

I saw him walking closer to me, and my shoulders stiffened. There was no way I was ready to answer hiss any questions, or give justification why I did that prank. 

God, I should stop reading that book Prank Call. Pranks are bad, especially done with someone who's your superior in power. Pranks are horrible. I can sense my doom, now the thing is done and dusted.

As he crossed the distance from the dining table to the hallway where I was standing, I gulped. Immediately my eyes looked for the nearest escape, and it was locked in the bathroom. Within a split second, I fled to the bathroom, and locked the door before he could reach me and choke the life out of me.

I'd probably love it.

I sighed, my head resting on the door. I could sense his presence leaving— the soft footsteps were like music to my ear. I'm safe, for now, until he's back. I'll probably stay here for a while, until he leaves for his office.

Wait, it's Saturday. He doesn't work on weekends.

Fuck.

I tched, and ran my fingers through my hair. The gears of my brain began to work as introed to come up with a good scheme to save my ass. As I was thinking— I stopped when I saw something.

A scream escaped my mouth as I jumped in fear when I saw a huge lizard on the wall of the bathroom. I immediately distanced myself from that wall, and stood on the closed toilet seat.

“Help!” I screamed, fearing the lizard might come near me. Or worse, jump on me.

The mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I almost cried when I heard frantic footsteps. Suddenly the door opened, thank god I didn't put a double lock, and my savior Minwoo stood there, soon followed by Minhee and Jimin.

I'm not even surprised it was Minwoo who rushed for my help, and not his father.

“There is a lizard!” I pointed at the wall, still standing up on the closed toilet seat. “It's huge!” I looked at Jimin, hoping he'd come up to help me, but all he did was smirk.

Huh?

He stood there, not moving a single muscle to help me— while smirking. As if he was loving my situation.

Touché bitch.

I glared at him, “Don't stand there! Help me! Do something!” I hissed, and to my relief he entered the bathroom and walked past me to where the lizard was. My mouth parted when he brought his bare hand to pick up the lizard— a surprise filled me when the lizard stretched when Jimin removed it from the wall.

It took me a solid second to register, it was a sticky rubber lizard. A realistic sticky rubber lizard.

“Kids,” Jimin began. “How many times have I told you not to leave your toys here and there?” He pretended to scold his kid but he lacked bite, and it was very obvious the way he was grinning. “Look, what your toy did to Raemi.” He looked at me, with a shit eating grin.

This horrible horrendous cunt. Bitch.

I slowly got down while boring holes in his skull as he told his kids to wait for him near the car. After they walked out as if nothing happened, he turned around and looked at him. A mocking grin plastered on his beautiful face, tempting me to punch.

“We are even, I assume.” He waved the rubber lizard in front of my face. “Next time, think before you do anything because I've hundreds of ideas that can make you look utterly stupid.” 

God, why is he so handsome while being an asshole?

Come to see, this is the only time I've seen smiling this big. If I'm correct, I've never actually seen him smile genuinely in front of me. He smiles for his kids, he laughs for his babies. But this? This was utterly different. He was glowing differently with this smile.

Wait— why I'm simping at this man? A total bitch, with cunt ass personality.

“I'll return the favor for this, just wait.” I replied, getting bold. And in return, he smirked.

“Sure, try, but don't complain when I come up with some creative ways, Raemi.” God, the way he says my name makes my pussy throb— focus!

“Shouldn't you be the mature one, seeing your age? These things don't suit you.”

“Look who's speaking. You started this, not me.” He huffed, “Besides, it's entertaining to see you like this. You looked like a total clown.” 

I gritted, I had no valid arguments. “What happened to your professionalism, and keeping things strictly professional? Landlords and paying guests don't play pranks.”

He looked at me, “They don't, but again, yoi showed me very clearly why I can't kick you out.” He leaned closer, “So the best is to ignore, or return pranks. I choose the last part, at least I get to see you stupid. Stupider if I say.”

I wanted to slap him.

“Kids are waiting down, I'll leave.” He replied, and began to leave. “Oh yeah, Raemi?” He called me out.

“What?”

“Look at your feet.” And with that he went away. Confused, I looked down and flinched, almost jumping when I saw a cockroach. Luckily, this toy wasn't as realistic as the lizard one. 

I gritted, glaring at the place he was standing. A soft flush covered my cheeks, and I was confused, was it because I was angry or… I sighed, only Jimin could make me blush and angry at the same time. But, honestly, if I get to see his smile at the expense of myself, I'd probably be fine every time.

And this is what you consider, the beginning of your doom. Because you're not fucked, you're royally totally fucked.

I was royally totally fucked. 

Both ends. In a good way, I guess.

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A/N

Write something after months + only after the semester exams were over. I thought I forgot how to write but it's not the case, I just needed mental peace. Very satisfied with the chapter, I'm hoping you will be too. Since they both are stuck with each other why not enjoy ;)

Let's see if these harmless teasing and jokes became... sexual.

Actually I need to stop referencing Prank Call.

So... Next? More banter ig, more silly pranks and who knows, a heartfelt conversation of past between Raemi and Jimin. Raemi, and not Ramen.

What if they'll kiss? Sjjsjsksks

Anyways, 3600 words, damn.

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