"Don't go into my room," the man dares to address me. "If I don't, Yoongi will say I haven't done my work well and give me half of the sum."

"I'll tell him. Just don't get into my room," he orders me with an unkind tone in his voice. "What? Are you afraid that I could see your disgusting photos or private stuff? Because I don't care honestly...I've seen worse yesterday..." I lift my eyebrows up, remembering what I witnessed last day, and which still haunts me. "Can you just stop minding what's not your business?"

"Calm the hell down, all right? I'm not your friend, and if it bothers you that I do my job properly then don't live in my brother's house," I let out at the irritating behavior that starts to tick me off. He suddenly stands up and walks by me at a furious pace to go and lock his room then get back on the couch to play his damn video games. "Assho-"

"Excuse me? Are you talking about me just right now?" he abruptly sets his eyes on me to give me a death stare. "Oh no, I'm talking about the neighbor," I sarcastically answer him. "I don't know who you think I am, but you better watch your tongue when it's about me."

"I do what I want with my tongue," I defy him and stand on my spot, not fleeing away from this argument. "Don't worry, I do what I want with my tongue as well and let me tell you, you should stop testing me."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Do you freaking have a problem with me?" he drops his blue controller to put it down on the coffee table. "Well, yes I have. You're bothering me while I'm working."

"And you're bothering me while I'm playing," he snaps back, out of words to reply. "Poor boy," I say without meaning it and just leave this room to not go berserk.

Quietness is finally remaining in the house, but it's still entertained by the sounds of the man's game, and from time to time, his noisy complaints.

The dining room quickly cleaned, I go back to the living room to take care of the coffee table, which is a bit dirty after last night, that must have been very busy with the amount of men that was here.

I grab the cans of beers and throw them into the bag I'm holding to clear some space.

"Eh...You're obstructing my view, and I can't play," he moves from side to side to avoid being bothered by my body in front of the screen. "Eh...I don't care. Just pause your activity, I don't have time for that."

"You're doing that just to freaking piss me off! Are you serious?!" he raises the volume of his voice. "Do you think I'm having fun cleaning maybe?! For god's sake, just get up and wait till I finished!"

"You're such a freaking annoying girl, dammit! How is it possible to be so irritating?!" he stands up and stays in his position to continue playing. "I don't give a darn."

"There! I lost!" he shouts like a sick man. "Fu-" he holds back his word but pitches the controller onto the couch as I just straightened up to walk away, his hand bumping into my breast after propeling it up to express his wrath. This felt like he stabbed me.

My eyes dart towards him with extreme anger in my glare. I'm about to hurl him out of a window of this apartment. "I—" he gets his hand back in the line of his body in the blink of an eye. "I...I'm sorry..."

"Give me a freaking reason to not break your neck right now," I tighten my hold around the bottle of my cleaning product that I could use to hit his face and make him cry in pain. "I...It was an accident...I swear..." he, all of a sudden, acts way more calm and shy with me, not even making any eye contact for too long but catching some kind of pinkish tint on his cheeks.

That's cute, but that's not the moment to think that about a man who just touched an area that only my hands are allowed to.

I stare into his dark but timid eyes while going to the kitchen, seizing my plastic bag that was on the floor. I throw everything into the bin.

First, this guy stalks me while I'm getting undressed, and then he touches my chest? What kind of day is that?

The front door of the apartment house suddenly gets opened and Yoongi says hello to both of us. "Uh...Are you all right, Jungkook?...Are you hot?" he gets, out of nowhere, to ask a question to the man who is still blushing. "Yeah, a little bit..." he lies to him to not have to give the real reason for his red face.

"Okay..." he eats the false information without trying to know more. "Hey, my small pickle. Look what I've got for you."

He approaches me, and as I turned my head to the right to see what he is holding in his hand, he passes it in front of my body for a big melon to appear in front of my face.

"I know you like eating fruits, so I got you your favorite one," he puts it down on the kitchen counter. "Thank you, Yoongi," I smile as a way of thanking him.

"How long have you been here already?" he takes his jacket off to come and grab a bottle of milk in the fridge by my side. "I can't tell, maybe one hour."

"Oh, really?" he widens the opening of his eyes at my response. "Yeah, or maybe less. I can't remember."

"Jeez...I had to go take Holly for a walk and then get her back to granddad, so I made a whole round of the city and didn't see the time fly," he takes a few gulps of the beverage before putting it back on its spot. "Is he doing alright? I haven't seen him in a long time..."

"Yes, he's healthy and full of energy," a soft giggle leaves his mouth. "Great," my lips curve upwards all by themselves. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, but I found a job, and I'm finally going to earn some money."

What? No way. Does that mean that every time I'll come here, which means very often, I'll have to stay with that man, sitting on the couch? All alone?

"Are you okay?" he snaps me out of my thoughts after I froze on my spot. "Ye...yeah..." I collect myself and my brain. "That's good news."

"Yeah, and it pays well, so that's even better. You will get more as well for your task," he chuckles, not giving up on that damn chores I have to do in his house after our deal. "Yeah...cool for me too then," I say with some bitterness in my throat.

"Come on, be happy," he taps my shoulder and smiles a bit mischievously. "I'm going to cut that melon and let you eat it in front of the TV once you'll be done."

I thought he was going to let me finish earlier today and just give me a bit of free time, but obviously, he won't. I was too optimistic.

1 hour later...

After a good shower, I realize that I still have almost forty minutes left before going to the school to get Daehan back home with me.

I take the bowl filled with the pieces of melon and sit next to Yoongi on the comfortable sofa, but unfortunately, also right by the other pervert's side. I sink my fork into a piece of the sweet fruit to head it towards my mouth and eat while focusing on what is playing on the television.

Yoongi places a pillow on my lap, but I glance at him with a questioning look, not understanding that action coming out of the blue.  "There's that other man just right next to you, so I don't want him to see your legs in that skirt."

"I wasn't even looking...." the man defends himself. "Shut up, I saw your eyes," my brother states and gives me the evidence that maybe he was, as I thought, watching me in the room earlier. "If you say so..." he doesn't even deny it or contradicts Yoongi.

"Anyway, when are you starting to work?" I try to avoid this awkward topic and pass to something else. "Tomorrow."

"Already...?" a bit of disappointment reflects on my face as I cannot stop thinking about how much it will be hard to bear that Jungkook almost every day. "Yep!" his gummy smile gets formed by his lips, and he pokes my cheek with his long finger.

"Ya. What did I tell you already? Not my face!" I get a bit worked up at the touch of his skin on my face that I want to keep extremely clean all the time.

"Oh, jeez...You're so maniac..." he looks upwards with exasperation. "I just like to keep my face clean in order to not have any pimples or anything."

"Yeah, but that's way too obsessive with you."

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