𝖴𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 | 𝖧.𝖧𝖩

4. moving in

y/n pov

The idea of living with him was irritating. If he was already annoying when we've interacted for 10 minutes, everyday would be living hell.

"I'm back" he said, pulling his hair out of his face, coming into the empty bedroom.

oh my god.

he is beautiful. like stunning.

Why was he so beautiful?

"Oh- um here, can you help me fold shirts?" I say without eyeing him.

"I'm not the best."

"It's okay, just fold them decently. Doesn't have to be completely neat."

"I mean, I don't know how."

My neck snaps back.

"You've never folded clothes before?"

"No?"

"You've never done laundry?"

"No? My maid does that."

I scoff, "Ridiculous."

"Are you so poor that you can't afford a maid?"

I stop folding my clothes, turning around and facing the cocky man with his hands in his pockets. He was standing there so confidenly, like he owned the place. It infuriated me.

"First of all, no matter if I'm rich or not, it doesn't matter. I am, in fact wealthy, and I do have a maid. I help her out though when I'm bored, and sometimes just do my own laundry. I mean, have you seriously never organized your damn closet?"

"No, my maid does it. Why should I care?"

"I can't believe you really."

"Whatever, I'll try because I want to help."

"You're going to give up after 2 minutes."

"No, I will not." he says, sitting next to me.

"Suit yourself."

-

He drops the shirt frustrated, "This so much work! I mean what the fuck am I even doing?" he whined.

Without facing him, I say, "Hyunjin, it's been 1 minute."

"And? I don't like it.

"Do you want me to teach you?" I turn to see him.

"Can you?"

"I mean, yeah."

"Oh, okay! Why didn't you earlier?"

"You were quite confident 3 minutes ago so I thought you didn't need any help."

"Well, I do."

"Okay look, it's simple, you fold the sleeves here-" I say demonstrating.

"...and there! Easy right?"

"Bro, I don't know what that fuck you just did. I was looking at how those books right there are two different sizes." He says, still looking at the books I put out rushed in a bookshelf.

"Hyunjin!" I whined, slapping his arm.

"Ow! Goddamn, what?"

"Pay attention."

"I don't care."

"You were just telling me you need help?"

"Well, I do, but I don't have to help you."