She's Mine! ‣ Choi Youngjae

10장

Setting down my keys on the nightstand, in my new room. I ran my fingers through my hair to be cliche.

I looked through my bag to see if I had any clothes, which to my luck, I only had five outfits. So I just chose the only one that was clean.

This made me gain flashbacks from the time I had a normal life like everyone else. Yeah, I could've worked it off, but bills took the remaining amount I had. Then I got fired because apparently, I ruined the company's image by dressing "inappropriately." Even though I was wearing the same clothes twice a week.

Also because they thought I was flirting with my co-workers, I was being friendly, it's called being social. I was a manager in an entertainment industry, SM Entertainment, was it? The fans became wary of my presence with the group I was managing, so they let me off before it became a "problem."

Neo Culture Technology, also shortened as NCT. I still contact them, but they've become so busy, we kind of drifted. I'll forever call them "New Crackhead Technology," and support them. They weren't just my co-workers, they were my friends.

Ah! I'm going off-topic... I found my way to the bathroom. Their house was quite dirty, there were so many objects thrown on the floor, and products were scattered on every surface.

I mean, if I were just a visitor, I wouldn't mind. Since I'm living here, this will be a problem.

Quickly, I took a shower, using the products they said I could use.

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"Fuck!" I cursed, hissing as I held my foot. There was a leggo on the ground, I shouldn't have to tell the whole story.

"Ahyoung?!"

"What happened?!"

"Are you okay!?"

"She stepped on a lego."

"See! I told you to throw those damn leggos away!"

"Shut up! I bought them with my own money for once!"

"Guys, stop arguing, she's in pain."

Jaebum carried me to the couch and Mark brought over a first-aid kit. Jinyoung carefully aided to my foot. They had great teamwork, but why are they so extra over taking care of my foot? They all golf clapped when Jinyoung finished. Weird, but I guess I'll have to get used to their behavior.

"You should watch where you're stepping, anything could potentially hurt you," Jackson stated, which made me snort.

"And who's fault is that?" I looked at everyone, they were oblivious to their mess. "Aish, you guys really don't know what a mess is."

"Yeah, your hair." Bambam retorted, making me hurl a pillow his direction. To my disappointment, he dodged my ammo. "Yah-" Youngjae pinched his arm.

"Is that how you speak to your elders?" he scolded. There really is never a dull moment with them.

I laughed, at the thought. "What are you laughing about? You look like you're plotting something." Yugyeom stated.

"Nothing, don't treat me like I'm an elderly. Pretend I'm the same age as you"

"As you say, Noona"

"A~~ don't call me Noona, it's cringey coming from you guys."

Someone snickered, "Okay, you should go to bed, you must be tired from the Three Talent Trials" Youngjae suggested.

Smiling, I did as he told and went to my room.