The guys give me a small tour of their dorm and I'm blown away. They have everything here.
A huge TV, an amazingly looking kitchen that I'll actually look forward to cooking in, lots of bathrooms, they have their own bedrooms, and I have my own bedroom with a shared bathroom and shower.
And guess who I'm sharing it with.
Two people.
Seong-motherfucking–hwa and Princess Minki the fearless.
The men of my dreams.
The fathers of my future children.
The faces of every single imaginary fuck I have in between coffee breaks. And trust me, they're both there when I imagine things.
And I don't know how to react to it.
Should I be happy? Ecstatic? Absolutely terrified?
I do know for sure that I feel horny about it and can only imagine the things that I'm about to see when either of them forget to lock the door one day.
Please God, I have been so kind the last few months, I deserve this.
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A few of the dancers left earlier after the tour, so I stayed back to cook for them. Yeosang, Jongho, and Seonghwa are still here, Yeosang in front of me, blowing on his food.
"So, where did you fint the job offer?" Yeosang asks while eating a bowl of rice with some kimchi. He's much more talkative than last time.
Which is saying something, because these are the first words he's spoken to me since I got here.
"It was close to my campus. I saw the flyer on the wall, it looked pretty old, but I took a chance and texted the number. I need the money. But you guys seem kind, so it won't be so much of a hassle now that I know I'm slaving for you guys," I say with a small chuckle, plating the rest of the guys' food before they get back from dance practice.
Hongjoong texted a bit ago that him and Mingi will be back in a bit and will pick up the rest on the way up here.
Luckily enough, both the dance studios and production studios are here in the building, they're just on different floors. So, they'll always be pretty near if they're just practicing privately or producing new music themselves.
"Wait a few months before deciding on if we're kind or not," he mumbles, taking a big bite of the food. He hums, signaling his recognition of my cooking, which honestly makes me happy.
"What did you say?" I ask, trying to get him to say it again. but I know I won't.
But what does he mean by that?
"I'll go get Jongho and Seonghwa while you eat. Be back in a sec," I say, wiping my hands and walking away from the table, trying to locate the toor other guys in the dorm.
I walk towards Jongho's room and knock softly on the door so as to not startle him. I hear a small muffled "come in" from inside and open the door.
He's sitting on his desk, playing some computer game and talking through his headset. He notices me walking in and mutes himself, pushes the left side down, and smiles at me.
"What?" he asks, having lowered his voice from before.
"Food's ready," I say, pointing towards the dining room and reciprocating the smile.
"Okay, thank you, be there in a bit, just gotta finish this. Won't take more than 5 minutes," he says, turning his body to get back to the game and chuckling a bit.
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Their Maid // Ateez ff
Fanfic"Always a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am," he says, his tone laced with smug satisfaction, that same cold, calculating smile stretching across his face. He knows I'm running out of options, and it shows in the way his eyes flicker over me...
