Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Y/N vs. Yoongi

"What do you mean you live here?"

The man was tall and handsome but had a cool, mean exterior. His pale face was covered with a black mask, his piercing gaze was the only thing showing. "My contract says that I live here," I explained to him.

The man I saw earlier in the day walked towards the speaker, turning it off. "Who gave you permission to use my speaker?" "It was just there, so I thought anyone could use it..." I said in a small voice. "Well, you need my permission, I bought this with my own money. But I'll let it slide, cause you're cute." He winked at me, making me blush a little.

Wow. What a flirt.

"Guys, come on, stop giving her a hard time," another one said. He looked like a sculpted angel and his attitude and aura seemed angelic too. His hair is a light brown, neatly combed to the side. He was wearing a nice, white dress shirt with black slacks and a belt, completed by dress shoes and a trench coat.

Is he from heaven?

He strode swiftly towards me, extending his hand, "Hi I'm Seokjin, and this is Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, and you've already met Jungkook. I can't say I'm not surprised to see a girl here, but may I have a look at your contract?" He's so nice and his voice is so soothing and gentle.

I quickly went upstairs, looking for the dorming contract. Once I found it, I went downstairs and gave it to Seokjin. He carefully read the pages, "Yup, it says that she's living in this house, 7146," he confirmed. All of the guys seemed okay with it, minus one.

"Whatever..." Yoongi said unenthusiastically. "I don't mind living with you guys, but do you guys don't like me living with you?" I asked, a little sad because this was not what I expected. Jimin plopped next to me on the couch. He had glossy black hair and wore a plain white tee, a jean jacket, and ripped black jeans.

"It's not you, it's Jungkook."

"Wait, what? Me?" Jungkook said defensively, genuinely shocked. "You literally have sex with anything that moves!" Taehyung exclaimed, making everyone laugh. "Hey, I just give the girls what they want," Jungkook proclaimed, proud of his playboy personality.

Woah! Okay! Stay away from this sex machine.

"Don't worry, that won't happen," I reassured them, keeping my head held high. "Do you guys have any rules that I need to follow?" I added. "Don't bother me," Yoongi quickly announced, proceeding to walk upstairs into his room.

Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, "Besides that, not really. Just the basics. Clean up after yourself and knock before you enter a room," he smiled charmingly, his dimples sinking into his cheeks.

I gave a slight nod, "Well," I stood up from the couch, "I guess I'll be going to sleep, goodnight." "Hold on!" Taehyung yelled. I stood in my tracks, "Yeah?" "We kind of need to know your name," he chuckled. "Bae Y/N," I responded with a slight smile, and with that, I went to my room and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my loud alarm, "Ugh! Shut the fuck up..." I groaned, turning it off. I wasn't really in the mood for a run, but I had to. I got up from the bed and sluggishly walked to my drawers, changing into some sweats and a hoodie. I quickly grabbed my earphones and headed out.

I was stretching in front of the house when I heard the door open. "Oh, you're up early." "Jimin, Jungkook," I said, surprised. "Doesn't a pretty girl like you need her beauty sleep?" Jungkook said, shooting me a wink.

"Haha, no," I said in a flatlined tone, shooting him down. "You run in the mornings?" Jimin asked, stretching his arms. "Yeah, every day at 6:30. But if you don't mind, I need to get going already, bye." I gave a slight wave, starting my morning run.