BTS: Hating My Neighbor K.N.J (AMBW Rap monster)

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I stood waiting at the front door steps seeing Mrs Ian and his good for nothing son. "What is he doing here?" I say, cutting to the multiple suitcases and boxes laid out at the front porch, that I could see because the door had still been open. Momma trailed off carrying a couple of the bags inside of the living room, sighing from exhaustion, her hands were holding both sides of her waist, as she turned over to me sweating her brows off. She was wearing a dark teal jumper, and her hair was still blown out in a light cinnamon colored Afro that reached her shoulders, and was a little pit passed her upper back. She'd been wearing the same white sneakers she had from three months ago, which meant one of two things. She just finished jogging, or she didn't go to work. I stared at the bags for a bit, then looked back at Namjoon who still had that same fed up look stuck on his face. But it was a bit different. Considering the situation.

"We'll?" I asked again.

Momma started, with a big fat smile. "Ruby, and her son Namjoon are moving in for a couple of days."

I didn't want to hear what she just told me. "Moving in?"

"Yes, girl, I gotta repeat myself again? They had a little home trouble. Roaches came in and infested their home, they had to quickly gather up their stuff and find someplace else to go. Since Namjoon's family is far off from here, and Ruby's own lives up north in Michigan, we could only be so kind as loving neighbors to offer up our space to them."

"Momma, what the hell!??? I don't want him here!"

"Well too bad, us he's gonna be your new roommate." She said with a final tone. And ain't no body mess with a hot headed momma. "Alright..." I gave in, looking up at Namjoon. Something had got him movin'.

"What's wrong wit you?"

"See, Misses Aisha, Mah boi got called down and thrown out of the school building for breaking and entering. Lord knows why he'd want to do some dumb shit like that, but what really had 'em rolling was that he had brought a gun."

His eyes stretched beyond his brows hearing what his momma had just said. "Eomma!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, filled with anger that she would casually spill that piece of information.

"Stop causin so much trouble, and maybe I won't have to tell no one what your up to. Whenever anyone asks how my son is, I don't wanna have to tell them bad all the time, young man. And you know I love you." Mrs. Ian went up on her toes, kissing her dear child on the cheeks adding on to the redness his cheeks felt with a mix of emotions.

Embarrassment and anger. "Aish.." He mumbled under his breath, looking away as he closed the front door.

"Glad to see your arm ain't broke no more." I grinned, getting Namjoon ven more rialed up.

"Where do I put this shit!"

"Boi, don't make me whiplash you with the barrel of that gun? Cus the almighty God, knows that I will."

He cut himself off from saying anything he'd regret, because something in him just knew that she wasn't playing around. "Where do I put this, Mrs. Harper?" "Oh go ask Aisha. She's gonna be showing you the room."

"Room?" I knocked my head back. "Where the hell I'm gonna find room? I didn't even know there was still space in this house to fit a whole human being, let alone two." Momma rolled her eyes. "The attic, Yasmina."

Even Namjoon scrunched up his face that screamed 'my tall ass?'  When he heard her.

Great. Just great. "Let's go princess, Joonie." I dragged him up the stairs passing my room to see the ever so nosy ass Jungkook peering his eyes through the small opening of my bedroom door, with his fingers slipping out. I slammed the door closed, watching them retreat like mice, whistling. "Oops. Wouldn't want you catchin' an eyefull of what's not yours." I turned to Namjoon who just sighed full of potential energy. "Just fucking show me the room already."