♡ The Brat Next Door ♡

Episode 5

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

Yoongi turned around to grab something and turned back to present them to Jungkook. Jungkook was so caught up in his imagination that he flinched when Yoongi reached his arms out and nearly a screamed.

Yoongi looked at him confused then started laughing at him.
"Jungkook you can't be that afraid of cleaning, take the damn broom kid." Yoongi handed Jungkook a broom and some cleaning supplies.

Jungkook was beyond embarrassed, he looked away angry, he hoped the older would mistaken his red cheeks for anger.
Jungkook looked at the broom he was handed and honestly did not know what to do with it. He's seen people sweep, but doing it himself felt weird- foreign.

"What do I do with it?" He asked. A for once genuine question.

"What?"

"How do I... Sweep?"

Yoongi stared at him with shock, his little mouth hanging open.
"You've got to be kidding me, have you never done chores before?"

Jungkook shrugged. "It's not how I was raised, they've tried but I'm used to getting what I want, so that means no chores." Jungkook explained.

Yoongi closed his mouth and was silent for a bit. "You really are a spoilt brat." He mumbled to himself but Jungkook still heard due to their proximity and it pissed him off.

"Well, guess I gotta teach you then!" He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"If you can't even do basic cleaning, who knows what your life will look like! I bet you can't even decorate your own room." Yoongi laughed.

Jungkook grumbled and after Yoongi's laughing he eventually began to teach him how to clean. As you may guess he was terrible, but Yoongi didn't plan on lifting a finger, while Jungkook struggled on and sweated, he sat leisurely on the couch in front of him.

He even took advantage of the fact that he could practically order Jungkook around by asking him to fetch him things he was more than capable of getting himself.

"Jungkook, would you be a dear and get me a Coke in the fridge~" Yoongi sang.

Jungkook glared hatefully at him and made his was into the open kitchen to get his Coke in the fridge. He handed it to Yoongi but he didn't take the can. "Take it." Jungkook said annoyed.

"I want it in a glass," Yoongi commanded as if he were a Queen.

Jungkook groaned and went to the kitchen to grab a glass. "You better rinse it!" Yoongi shouted. Jungkook aggressively rinsed the glass and poured the Coke into it.

"Don't forget the ice~" Yoongi commented as Jungkook exit the kitchen.

"What the fuck!"

"Ice, Jungkook." Yoongi said lazily.

Jungkook stormed his way into the kitchen and put the ice in and brought the glass to Yoongi, which he finally accepted. "Thank you." He smirked.

Jungkook turned around so he could go back to cleaning.
"And Jungkook," he called.

Jungkook turned around slowly, fists clenched, shoulders tense. "What.is.it?" He asked through his teeth.

"Pass me the remote before you leave." Jungkook looked down to see that the remote was by his feet and he could easily reach down to get with barely any effort.

He looked up at Yoongi and he was smiling innocently, patiently waiting for Jungkook to obey. It took everything in him not to curse him out and just forfeit this bullshit, Jungkook knew Yoongi had leverage on him about the humiliating match they had and has a witness to prove he's not lying.

Jimin would gladly rat him out since he found the whole ordeal fucking hilarious. So he forced himself to grab the remote and hand it to him. Jungkook finished cleaning after a long time and left Yoongi to go into his room.

Jungkook ended thinking about what Yoongi said about him not being able to decorate his room, it annoyed him because his room was pretty much the same from when he first arrived, just the difference of unfinished homework scattered everywhere and an open laptop with a few clothes hanging around.

Jungkook had gotten used to college by now even though he still had a lot to learn and do, he's gained some underlings- ontarage if you will, since so many of them admired him and called them to come do his bidding whenever.

Him being a rich ass, lead to calling them along with other professionals to come decorate his room while he was out to class. He gave them pictures, that his underling printed, of what he wanted and left them to do their work.

Yoongi had taken a nap and had been sound asleep for awhile now, dreaming about how much he could make Jungkook slave around for the week, he was outright smiling in his sleep, but that happiness was interrupted by rustling, banging and drilling.

Yoongi was sure as hell Jungkook was less than capable of holding a drill, let alone using one! He shot his eyes open and went to his room and saw that there were a bunch of people in the younger's room.

He noticed a few familiar faces from school, probably Jungkook's henchmen he thought. "What the fuck is going on here?" Yoongi asked mostly to himself than the people infront of him.

Just then, Jungkook and Jimin arrived. "They're decorating my room." He smirked, leaning against the wall.

Jimin didn't say anything, he just looked around and admired the work being done. He looked cute while doing it too. "Well, whatever, it's not like you debunked my point on you not being able to decorate your room, you just got someone else to do it." Yoongi said looking around.

Jungkook's smile disappeared and looked at him angrily. Jimin struggled to hold in his laugh and hid his smile with his small fist.
"H- he's got a- a point s- sir-" One of his underlings stuttered.

"I didn't ask for your opinion!" Though he shouted at him, he continued to glare at Yoongi, who was now smiling smugly at him.

Oh how he hated that stupid smile of his. He boiled his blood and annoyed his very being. He just hated him so much he didn't know what to do with that hate other than being what he despised being called, a brat.

"Get out."

"Whatever you say your majesty." Yoongi teased.

"Get to it then, peasant."
He spat with a mischievous smile.

Yoongi's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He wanted to retort but it felt unnecessary in front of all these people, so he turned around and walked out of the room to go watch TV on their beige couch.

Scowling at the screen as he scrolled through Netflix.

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