Liquor {Yoongi}

The first impression

I was shocked when I arrived at this person's house, it was amazing. I stood in the driveway with my mouth wide open, who I'm I working for! A big black gate surrounded the house, a big swimming pool was at the outside of the house, close to the entrance. The whole house had big windows at all sides and a flat roof. It looked modern and it was obviously different than what I was used to. I hadn't got the key to the house yet, I guess I was just supposed to ring the door bell and meet the owner of the house. I rang the doorbell and the ring echoed trough out the inside of the house, a few long seconds passed and I was getting nervous. The the door suddenly swung open.

"Hi sir" I said politely. The mad stood in a silk red robe, and basketball shorts his head hanging low.

"Yeah yeah, whatever just get in" he said with a sloppy voice. I stepped inside the house, it smelled horrible. Like alcohol and smoke. I turned to the man as he was closing the door. When he turned and my heart sunk.

"I guess you did get the job" he mocked chuckling at me. It was the guy from yesterday, shit. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.

"Well are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to do something?" Asked seemingly offended. He picked up a beer bottle from the table and took a sip from it, as he stumped to the couch and sat down. What is he doing drinking at nine in the morning.

"Sorry, I will start right away" I smiled. I was trying my best to not yell at this man.

"Wait" he said as I was about to walk away.

"What's your name doll?" He asked, giving me a smirk.

"My name is Candice" I answered.

"Is it my turn to ask you a question now?" I asked with a little too sassy tone. He smiled at me.

"Sure doll go ahead" he said.

"Are you drunk?" I asked. He clenched his jaw and his smiled faded away.

"Fuck off. Go and clean that's what you're here for" he said in a harsh tone. I huffed and walked into the disgusting kitchen, I looked trough the cabinets, there is nothing here.

"I'm going to work, here's the key" the man said as he threw the key on the kitchen counter. He smelled like alcohol. He closed the door harshly as he went off to work. I picked up the key, it has a note hanging from it.

"Suga's house"

Suga? Oh that's his name. Of course the lady behind the desk said that to him yesterday.

After a while I was able to find some soap and trash bags. I cleaned the kitchen and gathered all the empty bottles of alcohol that laid a over the house. One of the doors in the house was locked, it was probably his bedroom, he probably didn't was me to go in there. That only made me more curious. When I was finished with the whole house, I figured it was time to get home. There were nothing left for me to do, or so I thought. As I was on my way out of the house the door flew open, there stood Suga.

"Where are you going?" He asked obviously pissed off by something.

"Home" I answered blankly.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked. I furrowed my browns at him confused.

"Dinner" he said in an seemingly angry and disappointed tone. Shit, I was so ready to get home.

"Sorry Suga- I mean sir"'I said obviously intimidated by him.

"How do you know my name?" He asked stepping closer to me, making me back away.

"I- I" I stuttered, not able to get the right words out.

"I thought you said to my boss you didn't know who I was" he said walking closer to me, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling the air.

"I don't know who you are, your name stood in the keys you gave me" I said back, looking down at the floor.

"What ever just go and make some food" he said trowing his jacked down on the floor harshly. I picked it up and hung it in the hallway. Suga walked with heavy footsteps over to a drawer in the living room, I quickly walked by and into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge, there wasn't a lot in here but I could probably make some  thing out of it. I grabbed the few vegetables from the fridge and placed them in the counter. Suga walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter looking at me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked looking down at the counter.

"Yes, I'm just making sure you don't put something I don't like in the food" he said. What kind of self observed asshole I'm I working for. I looked towards him. He was filling a pipe with what I could easily tell was weed, and started smoking it. I rolled my eyes and turned back to cutting vegetables.

"What's wrong doll?" He asked mockingly.

"Nothing" I said, but that was not what I was thinking or wanting to say. The problem is that I'm working for an asshole who is always drunk and probably doing harder drugs than weed on the daily. How am I going to survive this shit.

A/N
This story is not to say that Yoongi does these things, I definitely think he is NOT doing any of these things it's just to create a different kind of character for him. (Remember to vote)