[✔] My neighbors are fuckboys //Got7 & Bts

6. Dinner

I closed my locker and went out of the changing room. Miss Ya called me this morning and asked if I could open up the shop since she forgot she had a funeral to attend to. She also said she'll come later, so I would be alone for like 2 hours.

The bell rang signalling that someone entered and bringing me back from my thoughts.

"I'm sorry we're not open yet." I said as I walked into the cafe.
"Oh it's just you."

I saw Hoseok smiling at me and taking a seat at his usual place.

"I saw you in here so I thought I'll keep you accompany." He smiled at me brightly.

"Thanks babe. A caramel macciato on ice?" He nodded and gave a thumbs up.

I made his drink and did the last things before I was ready to open up the shop. I still had around 10 minutes until I had to so I sat down next to Hoseok.

"Ugh Babe... I think I need to tell you something..." Come on Yerin you have to tell him. He's your boyfriend.

"Is something the matter?" He looked at me worriedly.

"You know I have those fuckboys as neighbors, right?"

"Yeah you told me about them not long ago, why?"

"It's just that they kind of try to fuck me? Like they try to force themselves on me. Force kisses, slam me against doors, try to seduce me and all those things..." I trailed off a bit. How will he react?

"Were they able to do something to you?" His voice was deep and serious.

"N-no. I didn't let them!"

"Then good. As long as you try to fight them off and succeed I know that you still love me." He smiled.

Is that all? He's not gonna be like 'I'm gonna kill them' or some shit? Does he not care at all?

"You do love me, right?" He looked into my eyes.

I just gave him my brightest smile and he was happy with that answer. But do I really love him? With every week I spend with him it feels as if something is wrong, as if something is not how it should be.

"I should open up the cafe." I stood up and opened the doors.

But yeah, I do love him.

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"That's the second time I wasn't slammed against a door." I say as someone pulled me into his apartment, closing the door behind me as he held my wrist gently.

Mark Tuan, 25.
He stared at me as he retrieved his hand from closing the door.

"Are you hungry?" He smiled.

"I guess?" I titled my head in confusion and stared at him.

"Good I made us some Bingsu. I'm happy I knew your pattern when you come home." He smiled to himself as he started to drag me to his kitchen.

(A/N: ya know, bingsu, that one v-live he made where he ate it.)

"Okaaaay?" I slowly sat down by the table as he sat opposite from me.

I stared at the dish before me.
Is this poisoned?
Sleeping pills in it, so he can rape me?
Some kind of drug?

"Don't worry I won't drug or poison you. So just eat and enjoy." He smiled and ate a spoon of his dish.