𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦//_[𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧]

13: ᴍɪ ʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴏ

Please vote and comment. All grammar/spelling errors in the dialogue are on purpose for dialect.
Note:
Fire Engine is a Bahamian dish of white rice and corned beef w/ mixed veggies.
Chicken souse is a soup dish where the chicken and vegetables are boiled down in the broth.
Tortilla de patatas: Potato omelet

"Mija breakfast!"

Althea groans as the shout echoes through the house. She slaps a pillow over her face and shuts her eyes. Unfortunately her stomach doesn't agree once the smell of grits enters her nose and she briefly wonders if starvation is worth staying in her bed.

Then she hears the sounds of grunting and suddenly remembers she has illegal guests to entertain. 

With another groan, she rises from her bed like the undead and stares tiredly at the two males in her room. Changbin's doing pushups on the floor with his sleeves rolled up while Seungmin chats with him. Both males look up at her upon hearing her get up and Althea purses her lips. 

"Good...morning," she says looking away. 

Seungmin nods at her. "Good morning."

"Morning," Changbin grunts.

"I'll....try to bring up some food." Althea yawns shakes her head to get rid of her sleepiness. 

She gets up from her bed and her body actually trembles at the feeling of blood leaving her head. She loses balance for a minute as vertigo decides to kick in. Seungmin rushes over to steady her as Althea's head starts spinning. Her footing unstable and she grunts as an ache spreads like a mini migraine.

"Are you alright?" The male asks worriedly. 

"Yeah I straight just....got up too fast," she groans. 

Seungmin doesn't let go until she's steady and she nods at him appreciatively. She briefly checks over Changbin's bruise before advising him to get a cold cloth. Yawning, she moves to open the door before pausing upon hearing footsteps. 

Lucas' voice echoes through the hallway and she tenses up seeing his shadow show up at her doorstep. 

"Sis?" He whispers. "¿Estás bien? You came home pretty late last night."

"Sí just tired."

"Please tell me youne fuck..." Althea looks to the ceiling asking God why this is happening to her. 

You know what? These men have already made her uncomfortable with their presence. She's already gotten into a fight with their leader. They're all on the fence about her and she's pretty sure before the week's out Bang Chan will find another reason to have something to say.

They could handle a bit of chaffing. 

"Why don't you tell me if you get ya dick wet last night?" She smirks hearing a choked gasp behind her.

"....."

She gapes at his silence. "Holon for real?!"

"I'll tell you after breakfast!"

Making sure the door isn't open too wide, she slips out into the hallway to meet a bashful Lucas unwilling to meet her eyes. The man keeps his gaze resolute on the ceiling above as Althea pokes insistently at his chest. 

The man swats her hand away all the dining room and pins her hands down as their mother looks at them. There's a smile on her face as she beckons them over and the siblings collectively gape at the expanse of food on the table. 

There are plates of tamales, tortilla de patatas, chicken souse and fire engine. An equal combination of their Bahamian and Spanish roots all in one meal.