Living Nightmare | m.y.g (angst/smut)

Chapter 4 - Impression ◆

I heard Yoongi shouting over the phone while I was inside the bathroom. That must be his mother he's been arguing with. I can't help but feel bad about what happened. I was the one to be blamed for Yoongi's ruined night. If only I could do something to flip the past and make a good present before I let it slide back once again.

After doing my routine, I searched for my towel and clothes. But when I realized I only took the towel from the rack and went straight downstairs earlier, I knew I forgot to bring something to change. And it wasn't intentional if you're thinking that way. I was in between panicking and confused as to why I have to go downstairs to bathe and not have my own bathroom in order to not burden myself instead.

I silently cursed. I wouldn't definitely allow myself to do it again next time. This is going to be the first and the last. I lost my focus because of the earlier incident, my state was cringeworthy.

But it doesn't matter now, the damage has been done. I took what's left on my courage to walk to my room wearing just a towel wrapped around my body to conceal my nudity. To my hard-luck situation, I found Yoongi in the living room, sitting lazily on the couch, shaking his knee. I remembered he wants me there. Look how long he actually waited for me, it took much effort on his part. I hurried because I think I am wasting his patience. I ceased walking and stood in front of him. His eyes were feasting on my legs and up on my bare shoulders. I shrugged it off of my head. We're two opposite people with two different genders anyway, something like this is inevitably going to happen. But I couldn't quite ignore the fact that I was heating up from his sticky gaze.

I wanted to say something to take his attention away from me but when I looked at him, the plan left me so I changed my mind. I had to continue walking instead if I wouldn't want to be insulted again. Even though I was passed him, I can feel the weight of his stare behind my back as he never took his gaze from its tight hold on my body.

I went to my room and rapidly changed clothes and marched back to the living room. There goes his intense examining stare again. I was wearing my black tank top and sleeping PJs when I sat in front of him, face to face. Oblivious to everything that's bound to happen for the next couple of minutes to pass. "What's your name?" He started.

"N," I replied. It has been decided that I'm going to use that name, so I settled for it and never thought about it again. He smirked from bending his face down low. "I called you because I want to discuss the rules with you." I nodded my head but not looking at him, I'm sure he's doing the same.

"Rule one, don't go to my room. I never allow anyone else aside from me to go there." What's with the territory issues? I'm even grateful because he's considerately decreasing my work.

"Rule two, you don't know me so don't go call my name whenever we meet outside, and oh even in here." My brows knitted in confusion. Why am I not allowed to do that? Aren't we humans? We need to talk more, I won't tolerate this! "I think your rule two is pointless," I inserted. "It's not. In fact, it has so many points, but the main point is, do not talk to me." He snapped. "Yeah fine." I won't talk to you either. I stretched, and he got what I meant, he shifted his position and run his rule-giving speech.

"Rule three, don't interrupt when I'm talking." He gazed fiercely at me but he withdrew the gaze quickly before I could notice it, but too late I noticed what he did.

"Rule four, do not interfere or mess with the things I put inside my fridge. Whatever's there, remains there." I nodded. He wasn't still looking at me, but when I did catch him, he looked like I was infectious. Dude, what's wrong?

"Rule five, do not tell Mom what I am doing. Never ever do a thing that would make me angry." "You mean?" I pointed my finger in the air. Trying to remember what happened earlier. "Shut. Up."

"Rule six, do whatever I want you to do." He smirked. "Wait up, what's with rule six?" I countered. "You have to simply do what I want. Is it that hard to understand?" Now he was looking at me. But his eyes kept looking downward. I looked at myself too. I noticed the scar that was exposed on my chest. I immediately covered it with my hair. I stared back at him. "So, if you tell me to get naked, I'll just automatically get naked?" I spat. Upon hearing those words, he finally left looking under my chest and focused on my face. Yoongi's ears was in crimson red. He cleared his throat when he noticed me looking at him, waiting for his answer.

"I got to go. Remember to wake up early and cook breakfast for me. I have business to attend to." He stood up quickly and stormed to his room. What's the problem with him? I stood up and fixed his mess on the table. I washed the remaining dishes too. Honestly, I'm not quite used in doing household chores. I was raised with maids back in the syndicate house. We don't do these kinds of thing, they just let us focused on entertaining people. But now, I am the maid here, I do someone's chores for them. Do I have any choice? I need to live. I need to hide from those people who are unfortunately hunting me. I just wished they weren't looking for me anymore.

I was surprised when I heard a knocking sound on the floor. Yoongi's phone dropped. Wtf? I looked at him running down the stairway to get his phone. After that, he went up. I shrugged. He didn't even look at me. I proceeded to my room. The clothes I bought earlier was spread on top of my bed. I fixed everything in my closet and jumped to bed. I switched the lamp off and closed my eyes.

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