Eat on time, Do not keep playing video games all night, take proper sleep and take care of yourself," Y/n said.
" Babe you are there to take care of me, when Y/n is there, why do I have to fear" Jungkook retorted with a cute wink
Y/n smiled at him...
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Y/n was standing just outside of the dorm, in a huge dilemma, of whether she should do what she is about to do or pick her toddlers, pack her bags and run away to the Catherdal Catholic and declare herself a nun.
Y/n's POV
At this point asking a god a simple why, will be an insult to my life crisis. I don't understand what kick does the all mighty gets from making my life a living hell all the time.
You know, it feels like my life's dishing out sufferings and pain on a subscription basis - quarterly, no less! Back in the day, it was just plain old painful and dull, but now it's leveled up to painful, dull, and downright pathetic, especially this past week. All I wanted was to keep a shred of dignity in front of him, but I guess even that was asking for the moon! Life's got jokes, I tell ya.
I finally put an end to my mental drama and rap my knuckles on the dorm doors. Instantly, the room falls into a hush. Just as I'm gearing up for a second knock, boom! Jimin Oppa swings the door wide open. The look on his face says it all - total shock. Can't blame him though, it's my debut appearance in their dormitory after all!
"Oh Y/naah, come come." He said all excited. Oh lord the dorm was a mess, but that was least of my concern. The moment I enter I see a half naked buff Jeon Jungkook only in a mealy towel come outside the shower. Nice.
He was so flustered, his ears practically lit up like Christmas lights. Jimin Oppa and Jin Oppa were barely holding in their giggles. Nope, definitely not awkward at all.
"Come on in, Y/n, take a seat," Namjoon Oppa urged, but I could read between the lines. "Nah, it's cool. I'm actually here for work. Sorry for barging in on you guys," I replied with a slight bow. "No worries at all, what's up, bubbles?" Yoongi Oppa chimed in, earning an eye roll from me. Seriously, can he chill with that nickname? After mustering up some courage, I spilled the beans on why I was there, even though it was potentially embarrassing. But hey, it's my job.
"Um, well, actually, today's laundry day for your section, so I'm here to collect your... um... clothes," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact not because I was embarrassed, but because I could already feel the look in thier eyes will kill me.
"WHAT? Why on earth are you doing laundry?" My kid's father exploded, as predictable as ever. Ugh, why does he have to make everything so complicated? "Mr. Jeo..."
"Y/n, spare me. Why is the chef handling laundry duties?" He interrupted, crossing his arms and inadvertently drawing my attention to places I definitely didn't want to focus on. "Jungkook, go get dressed, we will talk," Hobi Oppa intervened, nudging him toward the changing area before things escalated further.
