7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

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"Yoongi." I called as I knocked on the door. "Are you home? I see your car..."

I waited a bit and knocked again. Maybe I should've called.

Before I could knock again, my wrist was grabbed and I panicked, turning around quickly, relaxing when I saw Yoongi.

He let out a sigh and let go. "What're you doing here?"

I glanced down at the plastic bags in his hands and smiled a bit. "Oh, you went to the store. Was it fun? You didn't drive?"

"It's just down the road." He shouldered me out of the way and unlocked the door, pushing it open and then waiting for me to go through.

I hesitated a bit and went in, taking off my shoes and moving for him to get through. "I'm sorry I didn't call first..."

He slipped off his shoes and went into the kitchen, placing the few bags on the counter. "Why are you here though?" He asked while putting away his groceries.

I went into the kitchen and sighed as all the things he bought were instant foods, snacks, and a few bottles of alcohol. "I got fired."

He stopped and looked at me a bit. "Did you?" His voice wavered a bit.

I gave him a funny look. "You don't look to surprised to hear it."

"Well it's a nightclub.." He chuckled nervously, putting away the rest of his groceries and throughing out the plastic bags. "So, did you come for comfort or what?"

"I drank it off with Hobi the other night.." I flushed a bit as I remembered the scene that happened because of the alcohol we had consumed. "You said you could get me a job if I needed one. So, I want one."

He scoffed a bit and leaned on the counter with his elbow, looking at me with a blank look. "I can do that."

"You're fast on this.." I mumbled, crossing my arms. "Did you know I got fired already?"

"More or less."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged and left the room, sitting on his couch with a loud sigh. "I'm tired."

"Yoongi, what do you mean?" I went over to him and hovered over him. "How did you know I got fired?"

He shut his eyes and smiled. "Hush.. I have a headache."

"Liar."

"You're right, but pretend I do."

"Yoongi! What do you know? Stop hiding things from me.." I pulled on his arm and whined a bit. "I got fired, you should be surprised! Did Hobi tell you? He told you, didn't he? He's such a loud mouth."

"He didn't tell me." Yoongi laughed, clearly amused, as he opened his eyes. "You're such a brat."

"Then who?" I mumbled, letting him go with annoyance.

"Myself."

"What?"

"I got you fired."

"WHAT?"

"Can you really not here or are you dumb?" He mumbled.

"Why? How?" I panicked. "I need that money!"

"I can get you a better job with a better pay." He turned on his side and buried his face in the back cushion. "It's dangerous for you to work there. I did it so you could stop putting yourself at risk."

I can't tell if I'm angry or touched. I pulled at my hair slightly and sat on the floor, leaning my back against the couch. "Yoongi... You can't just get me fired.."