My eyes flutter open to reveal Yoongi laughing at me.

Yunho: You have a bit of drool.

I wipe my face out of embarrassment, I must've been exhausted.

Getting thrown into a marriage will do that to ya'!

The house is beautiful. It's like one of those houses from the home and gardens magazine. It's made out of brick, a lively garden being tended to buy what I assume are the butler and maids.

Yunho greets the team and they smile politely. The inside is even more beautiful. This is my dream house, minus the circumstances.

Yunho: How rude of him, can't even be on time to meet his wife.
Me: I uh, um, you can just call me Nia.
Yunho: Of course! My apologies. Would you like anything to drink?
Me: Tea would be nice.

I take a seat on the couch while he dips into the kitchen. This is truly insane, like my mind cannot fathom what the hell is happening right now.

The front door slams shut making me jump. My blood runs cold once Seonghwa walks in the living room. He sees me and narrows his eyes.

"It's tea time!" Yunho walks back in with a tray of tea and mini cakes. He sees Seonghwa's appearance and tisks.

Yunho: What's with the blood?

Blood stains his white t-shirt and a bit on his jeans, I think I'm going to faint.

Seonghwa: A job got messy, what the fuck is she doing here?
Yunho: You're getting married so she's moving in now. Remember?

He says nothing as he marches upstairs.

Yunho: Forgive him.

I appreciate Yunho for trying to make light of this situation. After tea and cake he takes me upstairs to my designated room.

Yunho: Hwa's room is down the hall.
Me: Does anyone else live here?

Anyone else that could hear my screams if he tries to kill me...

Yunho: Nope just you two!

Oh good grief.

Yunho: Listen, I know this isn't easy. He maybe my bestfriend but he's a stubborn jackass so here.

He hands me a slip of paper.

Me: Your number?
Yunho: Yes, call me if things get too out of control.
Me: Will do, thank you!

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It's been three hours since Yunho left and I've been glued to the bed. My things still sit in boxes all over the floor, I can't even conjure up the energy to put it away.

I haven't heard any movement from out there at all. I wonder if he's still here or left? That blood earlier really spooked me.

Deciding to let my curiosity settle, I take a small tour of the house minus upstairs. Downstairs is simple: kitchen, computer room, living room, dining room, a basement with a locked door...

Locked door?

My heart hammers in my chest.

Why would he need a lock on the door? He lives by himself right? Did he get this lock because I was coming? What's down there?

It could be two things...

He's a sex-crazed maniac and it's a dungeon down there..

Or..

He could be like Sangwoo from killing stalking and there's bodies down there..

Either way I don't want to find out.

"Are you lost?"

I yelp before turning around.

A boy with dark black hair and tired eyes stare at me.

Me: H-huh?
Him: You must not speak the same language as me.
Me: No I understand, I just, uh. Who are you?
Him: I'm Wooyoung.
Me: I'm Nia.

He grins slightly.

Wooyoung: You're the wife Yunho texted me about. I don't know why Hwa is so upset, at least you're pretty.
Me: T-thanks. Why are you here?
Wooyoung: Ah, Hwa and I have another job in a hour. I came by to steal some food and chill for the time being. What're you doing creeping around?
Me: I was just trying to take a small tour.

He hums.

Wooyoung: It doesn't surprise me mister grouchy didn't show you around.

"Mister who?"

Wooyoung's eyes widen. He mocks innocence, waving at Seonghwa.

Wooyoung: Why didn't you tell me your wife was so nice.
Seonghwa: My what?

Wooyoung points at me.

Seonghwa: I'll be back at midnight, stay up so we can go over house rules.

I nod my head and he walks away.

Wooyoung: You don't have to take that from him.

"JUNG WOOYOUNG! LETS GO."

Wooyoung: Sir yes sir! See ya' later Nia!

Oh dear lord what am I walking into?

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day three of wattpad not giving me my stories back..