"Hey y/n, come in!" my older brother greets me with his gummy smile and lets me in.

"Yoongi, don't act all sweet like that. You know why I'm here, and I'm tired today..." I complain, knowing how long my task will take today, like it always does. "Listen," he wraps his arm around my neck. "We made a deal. I give you money, you clean my house."

"I regret that deal, you could at least take care of our little brother in the evening. I'm tired of always doing it," I whine in his ear for him to understand my exhaustion. "That's what I did for four years, taking care of you and Daehan. Stop complaining, all right?"

"Yeah...Whatever..." I get his arm away from me and walk to the kitchen while he's going to his large, black sofa to sit down.

A door suddenly gets opened. "Damn, Yoongi. Where do you put your towels?!" an unfamiliar male voice echoes through the house. I turn around to peek at the person, who came from out of nowhere, and who I didn't expect to hear, but a tall, naked, muscular man soaked to the bone appears within sight.

I gape from shock, but without even knowing why, I freeze and cannot avert my eyes from this man. In short seconds, I collect the pieces of my body and glance away to avoid this. My eyes burnt, and my brain just became dust. I'm on fire and more embarrassed than ever.

"Jungkook! My sister's here!" my brother yells once he understands that I saw the bare figure of the boy standing all at ease before us. "Holy sh- I...I...didn't see her...!" the man shouts back, but I do not even dare to look at him again. "Go back in the bathroom, goddammit...!"

I can now only hear some footsteps tapping against the parquet floor in a hurried manner, so I whirl around and let my frustration go out. "Thanks for burning my eyes! Dammit..." I utter out of anger and embarrassment, snapping at my stupid brother. "Ya. Calm the hell down. I didn't expect him to go out of the shower like that, all right?"

"You could have told me you're gay, and that you live with someone."

"What? I'm not gay! He's a best friend of mine, and I let him live in my house because he doesn't have any money," he tells me, mad about what I just insinuated. "And your 'best friend' as you call him, wanders around the house naked without any problem? Are you kidding me?"

"Y/N. I am not gay," he exclaims firmly. "You know...you can tell me...there's nothing wrong about it..." I keep on insisting while gathering my stuff to get ready to clean the whole house. "For god's sake, shut the hell up. Even if I like both boys and girls, it's just a friend, got it?" he sternly states to end the argument.

"No need to be so rude," I say and take my bucket filled with water to go and clean the dining room, however as I'm heading to it, I stumble upon the boy that was in his birth suit just a few seconds ago, but who isn't anymore, to my greatest relief. White t-shirt and grey sweatpants, cozy.

I quickly glance away to not let any eye contact remain between us as he seems awkward, but so am I, so I ignore him and just pass by his tall figure.

"What the hell did you eat you pig?!" I shout at the sight of the table in the center of the room, all dirty, with what seems to be pizza leftover and all types of disgusting junk food. "Be quiet, we're watching TV," the lazy man, who does not care about me, dares to state.

I mumble every kind of swearing words that I can use to insult him without being heard. He thinks I'm just his maid and that he can treat me like a poor old sock when I'm his damn little sister.

"Y/N," he calls my name. "I'm busy."

"Get your butt here," he lets out without any shame. I don't do it but keep on cleaning that repugnant table and throw the empty boxes and more into the little plastic bag I took.

"Dammit, Y/N. I asked you to come!" he raises his voice to make me react.

After some short seconds, I finish what I was doing and then only walk back to the living room. "What do you want, you jerk?" I glare at the two men sitting on the couch, both staring at me with this stranger, who seems to be giving me a weird look, scanning me up and down.

"Get us two beers, please," he enquires then lays his eyes back on the screen to watch their movie. "Excuse me? I came here to clean, not to be your server. I can't believe it..." I step aside, not complying. "I just asked for a beer, kindly!"

"I refused, kindly," I shoot back to attempt to provoke him a little bit. "I know someone who's going to get back to her house without any money," he threatens me with what he knows will work.

I go to the kitchen, reluctantly, and take two cans of beer to get to the two boys and hand them the drinks. "Little sh*t."

"Thanks," my brother smirks at me. "Oh, and wait," he catches my wrist before I could flee. "Jungkook wants a straw."

"A straw? Who drinks a beer with a straw?"

"What's the problem? I drink it the way I want to," he suddenly chimes in the exchange of voices. "Did I ask for your opinion?" I stare into the big eyes of the man. "Well, the main subject is about me, so I have the right to talk," his thin lips slightly curve upwards, giving him a certain arrogance directed towards no one other than me. "But you also have the right to shut your mouth," I set myself free from Yoongi's hold and go back to my task.

The doorbell surprises me by ringing, but I already pray for this person to be a simple delivery man.

"Yoongi, bro!" a boy says in a loud voice as soon as he comes in, ruining my hopes. I take a peek at them to see what is going on in that other room but come across a bunch of men.

"Let's play, Tae. Yoongi is too much of a trash at it," the sound of what seems to be coming from the naked man's mouth reverberates through the room with a little laughter following it.

I don't dare to go back to that place. I'm too shy. A group of men, who are attractive and extroverted, this is going to make me very uncomfortable.

"Y/N, come greet my friends and don't be ill-mannered," my brother mentions my name right in front of the others. Since I have no other choice but to do it, I gather up my courage and walk up to there after pulling down on my skirt, feeling extremely nervous in a sudden.

I bow to them.

"Oh, is that your girlfriend?" a black-haired, and not very tall guy asks with a broad smile on his face. "She's my little sister, you brat," he gives him a hit in the leg. "Hm, that means I stand a chance," he smirks while gazing at me intensely. "Back the hell off. No one touches her."

"What's your name?" he approaches me with an eye smile. No closeness with any boy would be cool for me. Where does he think he's going?

"Y/N," I respond simply. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Jimin, your boyfriend but you didn't know yet," he ridiculously tries to flirt, but I immediately stop him. "I have work to do. Thank you, but I don't have time," leaves my lips, and I get back to the bedroom that I was previously cleaning and tidying up. "You leave my sister alone, understood what I told you?" my brother hits his arm as I'm walking away.

•••

After finishing my task to make this entire house more fresh and gleaming, I took a quick shower and changed into something better. My white dress shirt and my skirt. I now have to go pick up my little brother at his school.

"Yoongi, I finished," I walk to him, his body slouched on the couch with all his dumb friends. "The money is on the kitchen counter," he points at the spot where he let the bills, so I walk up to it and hurry to grab them to put everything in my purse.

"If I pay you, do you come to my house?" the same man of earlier tries again. I forgot his name by the way. "What did I tell you Jimin?" my brother growls at his face. Now I remember, this is Jimin.

I roll my eyes and ignore him to walk to the front door. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" Yoongi stops me and makes me turn around. "It's three p.m., so I have to pick Daehan up at school. I'm not lazy like you all playing video games."

"What I meant by my sentence was 'where are you going without kissing me before leaving'?" he smiles, cutely. I get back to this annoying man, and I press my lips on his cheek. "See you tomorrow."

"See you and don't forget to pass by the bakery to buy him his favorite pastry," he reminds me in case I would forget. "I know, a donut with red icing, but no. It's too unhealthy."

"Stop with your healthy, unhealthy. What if you die tomorrow and haven't eaten delicious food just because you're on a goddamn stupid diet?" he suddenly gets worked up at me just for a small thing.

"I'll be dead, I won't be able to regret anything," I say, before leaving the house to hurry to the school nearby in order to get back to my house with the little guy.

- Next day -

The door opens for me to get greeted by someone other than my brother. Jungkook, if I'm not mistaking. He's kind of cute though, even though I hate his attitude.

"Your brother is going to arrive, he's just taking his dog out for a walk," he explains while I come in the house. Wait. That means I am alone with a stranger.

"Okay..." I answer him and get to the bedroom to go change my clothes and get in simple shorts and t-shirt that I use to clean every time I come here. I'm not going to complain about this sort of job, it's easy, and my brother pays me well, so I'm a pretty lucky.

Anyway, I turn around after being done with that first step of this whole work but catch sight of something odd.

The door is slightly opened when I'm convinced I closed it.

Was the man here with me stalking me while I was getting changed? If yes, he's a freaking pervert.

I get out of the room and see him come out of the bathroom only one second later. I swear, if he really did what I think he did, I'm going to kill him.

I make the same things as I do every day, filling a bucket with water, bringing the cleansing products with me, a plastic bag and a sponge. How can a house be so dirty in one day? Does he even move an arm to at least throw the trash in the bin? Jeez.

"Don't go into my room," the man dares to address me.