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Walking down the stairs I was lost in thought about what happened yesterday. It happened twice now and I still didn't know how I felt about Yoongi.
I didn't exactly like him but I didn't exactly hate him either, at least not as much as I did before. I guess he was growing on me. It could have been because I was sleeping better since the house wasn't full of testosterone anymore and I had more space to feel free in and not have to fight over who drank the last of the milk anymore. I had my own milk.
I opened the fridge to take a swig of the carton as Yoongi walked through to the kitchen, shirtless and in a pair of shorts with a handful of suspected dirty laundry that he dumped onto the floor and stood in front of me as I leaned back to rest myself on the counter, not caring that I was checking out his very attractive hard core abdominal muscles.
"What? I'm not doing your laundry and not your maid you fucking—" Yoongi holds my face in his big hands and leans in to almost brush his lips with mine.
"Move, You're in front of the washer.." He snickers.
"Oh" I moved away slightly embarrassed as Yoongi then began to fill up the washing machine with some of his clothes and my bed sheets and pour in some detergent as I drank the remaining liquid left in the bottom of the carton. "We're out of milk, can you go to the store later please?" I batted my eyelashes.
"Not on your fucking life" Yoongi hovered close to my face biting his lip "But If you feel the sudden urge to suck my cock, I'll be more than willing to help you out"
"Oh fuck off you little pervert" I pushed him playfully "I'll go myself" He laughed as he walked away and I listened to him trundle up the stairs to the bathroom all whilst I was throwing the empty carton into the recycling bin.
The slamming of the front door startled me as footsteps shuffled across the livingroom floor. Careful with my inspection, I pick up the kitchen broom as a weapon and walk slowly to the doorway. I see Jungkook peering into the kitchen suddenly, making me almost strike out.
"Jungkook! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled at him slamming the kitchen broom on the kitchen floor. "You can't just walk in here like that!"
"Is he here!?" He shuffled around the kitchen in a rush.
"Jungkook what the fuck?!" I followed him out of the kitchen as he raced to the stairs, pacing at the bottom as if readying himself for whatever he might find.
"Is he up there huh, in your bed!?"
"Who? What are you talking about?"
"That guy you're fucking, that guy you stole my car with last night! Oh and you can give me back my fucking keys aswell!" I pointed to the ceramic bowl in the middle of the coffee table and Jungkook snatched up his keys.
"I didn't steal it I borrowed it" I back peddled up the stairs and Jungkook drove me backwards following me.
"Where are you!? Piece of shit!! Come out and face me if you think you can touch what's mine!!" He yells to the air.
