Labyrinth [BTS Fanfiction 1] (Hiatus)

Chapter 15

Overture

“The bedsheets and duvets are in the stock room along with the pillows. Groceries are done. I’ve got your cookie butter and KitKat so don’t call me in the middle of the night asking me to give you snacks.” Min Young and her ever loud self lectured me as she instructed me where the necessities are.

It's still 8 in the morning and we are in her private villa. I was surprise at how she already prepared everything for me. Maybe I was a hero in my past life that’s why God gave me an angel in the form of Min Young in this life.

“You really shouldn’t bother preparing all of these for me. I’m more than thankful but you’ve done so much for me already.” I sincerely told her.

“If only you weren’t bad at household stuffs then I wouldn’t have done these. Seriously, I should’ve been the one who became a mom since you really are not a mother or wife material at all.” She eyed me from head to toe before she shook her head disapprovingly.

Well,  I’m taking back the part where I said she’s an angel. Okay,  I grew up with my mom doing all the house chores for me and even with my OCD I have maids at home so I just ask them to clean the house in my stead.

I can’t also be trusted with grocery shopping because the last time I did, I ended up buying a cart of full of junk foods.

“Not my fault tho. I’m born to be a star not to be a housewife.” I retorted as I gave her a nasty look.

“Whatever.” She shrugged sassily. “I bought meat, fruits and vegetables as well so let Jin cook. DO NOT,  I repeat and I really mean it,  DO NOT TOUCH MY KITCHEN. Just DON'T.” she emphasized with a stern look.

“Fine.” I answered blankly because I already know that I shouldn’t be mixed with kitchens. I’m even banned from my own kitchen.

I love to eat but I’m the worst at cooking. The last time I tried to cook,  I nearly set my own house on fire so Maggie banned me from my own kitchen. Sad life.

“What else?” she pondered as she tap her index finger on her chin.

“What about a maid?” I asked hopefully while looked at me astonishingly.

“What? I could use a hand.” I shrugged. Like duhh? Doesn’t she know me?

“You can dance gracefully and powerfully, sing angelically, rap effortlessly, act outstandingly, create songs amazingly, walk and talk like a royalty, and you can even make a rug look fashionable but you really are hopeless at living alone. Some things never change really.” She spoke with amusement.

“Well,  I told you I’m born to be a star not a housewife.” I repeated. “At least I’m good at taking care of my Son, my parents, the people I’m close to and of you of course.” I defended myself.

This is my break, okay? And my idea of break does not include cleaning anything. I want everything around me clean but I hate cleaning because it makes me feel dirty. Whatever. People with extreme OCD won’t understand.

“Fine. I’ll send one of my helpers.” She finally agreed! Thank God!

“Oh my God! You’re the best!” I literally throw myself at her petite frame. We almost fell down but my reflex is good so I manage to stop us from tripping.

“Jesus Christ Seyeon! Calm down!” she hissed. Well, someone’s feisty. She wasn’t in her best mood since yesterday because of her brother who happens to be Satan’s spawn so I understand.

“My apologies your highness!” I giggled as I bowed like a princess to annoy her even more. If my agony is her happiness then I feel likewise towards her. That’s just how we are to each other folks and we both love it.