Selenophile | myg

V

CHAPTER FIVE

"Pfft. HAHAHAHAHA!"

"What? Hindi ka naniniwala sa'kin?" he raised his left eyebrow, a sign that he's confused.

"There must be other name for MYG! I mean this house is yours? This big house is yours tapos natutulog ka sa park? Yeah, right. Niloloko mo lang ako e." I'm not supposed to laugh but yeah, I'm trying to hold it back.

I heard he signed. I felt guilty and bad for him.

"I'm sorry if I overreacted. But seriously—"

The gate suddenly opened. And a group of maids are walking through our direction. They're holding something on their hand. As they get close, I realized they're holding pistols—

"Hey, Yoongi. Are they holding pistols?" I asked him since he's just beside me.

"Sigh. Yes, kid. Stand back." he commanded.

"Pistols? Talaga? Pera bakit—"

The maids pointed their guns at me and--

"Stay away from our master!"

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"Hindi ka pa rin ba takot pumasok dito sa pamamahay ko after that moment happened? I thought you'll run after they point their gun at you." he doubted.

"Bakit ako matatakot? I've never seen a pistol before!"

"You're dumb and really annoying, you know. You should be afraid. Because guns—"

He reloaded the gun in his hand.

"—are dangerous."

I mean, yeah, it is dangerous, but can you blame me if I find it cool—

--and ooh, good heavens! He looked so handsome holding a gun and a glass of wine yeoreobun! 007 James Bond feels!

"AH! Yoongi! I told you not to hold guns in front of your guests!"

A wide-shoulder guy wearing an apron and holding a knife showed up.

"Guest? No. She's a kid. An annoying kid." Yoongi said in a rasping tone.

The wide-shoulder guy took the gun in Yoongi's hand and shouted "Namjoon! Is this what you've been teaching to our kids? You can't teach them this!"

"Shut up, I'm not your kid. And I'm older than Namjoon. Hindi kayo ang parents ko." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

Wide-shoulder guy laughed, and his laugh sounds familiar. A windshield laugh?

He got my gaze looking at him.

"I'm sorry for that ruckus, I'm Seokjin. Yoongi's eomma." he giggled softly.

"I know I'm handsome, don't mention it. It's flattering." he added as he whip his hair.

Boy, I had to choke on his smugly attitude. But he is really handsome, ain't gonna deny that.

"Are you really going to boast your handsomeness in front of our guest, hun?" another unfamiliar man came. He's tall, white and handsome wearing an eyeglass.

"Of course, I am, baka nakakalimutan mo, I am the Worldwide Handsome since 1992." Seokjin boasted again as he whipped his imaginary long hair again. "And what's with the 'hun'? Wait lang, rendering utak ko."

"Hello, I'm Namjoon. Welcome to our home—"

"You mean my home." Yoongi bragged.

"Shush Yoongi-hyung. And you are?" Namjoon questioned.

"I'm Y/N. It's my pleasure meet you, Namjoon, Seokjin." I told them as I look at the two guys I mentioned.

"Ikaw ba ang girlfriend niya?" Seokjin wondered and he pointed Yoongi.

Yoongi crossed his arms, "I told you, hyung, she's just an annoying kid. Napadpad lang yan dito."

"Sabi niya sundan ko daw siya kaya sinundan ko." I stated. This Mr. All-in-Black Yoongi really led me here, remember he said, 'see it for yourself' and I was interrogated so I followed—

I just came back to my senses. WHY DID I FOLLOWED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!

"Excuse me, but, I gotta go. It's already late." I told them.

"Ihatid na kita. Gabi na rin, it's dangerous for you to walk alone." Namjoon offered gently.

"No, hindi na. Sa 3rd Avenue lang ako nakatira, it's pretty close so you don't have to. I'll go now." I explained. "Nice to meet you again! Bye Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi!"

"Call us Oppa!" Seokjin insisted.