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Yoongi —
After spending The best part of twenty minutes pounding on her door, I could hear her squealing like a pig which tells me she's very satisfied and claimed the best room for herself, so I settled with the room down the hall, it was way smaller but it at least was closer to the stairs.
She hadn't been out of her room since, probably enjoying the spoils of being alone, which of course pleases me somewhat because the less I have to see her face, the better.
Exploring the house a little I noticed all the fancy things laying around, it reminded me of the houses we would steal from but this time, it's mine.
It was a weird feeling to have such nice things that were actually paid for instead of stealing. I could get used to having a place like this, not with Y/N but maybe with someone who would walk around naked while cleaning the house and cook all my favourite food.
I was enjoying the peace and quiet while sitting on the new couch, with my feet on the coffee table and a joint in my hand. Until Jungkook swung the front door wide open making me drop my joint on the new carpet and walked through as if he owned the place. Just nodding a greeting when he noticed me trying to get the ash off the carpet, his smile was wide as he took in his surroundings.
"Nice place bro!" He says, going to casually walk up the stairs.
"Bro?! What the fuck?! Get out of my house JK!" I yell, making him stop dead in the middle of the stairs. "I just want a minute of peace to get baked in my own fucking house"
"But Y/N told me to come over, it's her house too" He looks at me wanting to go upstairs but I'm not going to let it slide.
"I don't give a fuck! This is my house and you will show me some fucking respect! Get out!" Boundaries need to be set now before all of the younger ones start imposing their habits here.
"Seriously?" He whines, his shoulders dropping but still not moving from his spot on the stairs pouting like a big kid "Well you're the one that's going to have to tell her," he shrugged.
"Go on, get out!" I demand, how infuriating. The fucking audacity of this kid.
"You need to get fucking laid Hyung." He grumbles, stomping down the stairs and back out of the door, slamming it on his exit.
Next time we have a meeting I will have to sit down with Namjoon and go over the lack of respect the young ones seem to be showing lately. This motherfucker showed up on my wedding day to fuck my wife in my own house of all places, he's always been entitled since he's the youngest and he's particularly selfish when it comes to Y/N. Not in this household.
Of course I didn't care about the whole it being our wedding day thing, it's the principle, it's more about being respectful in my house than anything. I know both of us never wanted this marriage, but as a man if I say I will protect something I mean it. Even if I wish that thing would shrivel up and die sometimes.
