Not My Prince Charming!!! Yoonrose (major Editting)

Chapter 8

| Chaeyoung's pov |

"Andwae", I said.

"Andwae, Andwae, Andwae!"

"For goodness sake, could you please shut up and clean up the room", Yoongi replied with him sweeping the floor.

He just so calm, happily blending in our house as a new tenant but I was more than furious to not knocking his knob head for this sudden history. That p*nis head.

I know, its not even a curse word but who cares? I'm Chaeyoung.

How do you guys think I could handle a Mean freaky Yoongi in here??? I could handle the cutie pie Seulgi but I'm definitely off to handle him, my- I mean that fake husband.

How can I walk around my house in towel if he's here??? How can I freely do what I want?

Yoongi kept on ignoring all my whining moments (of course, I don't say that out loud) and I don't know how many times that I need to annoy him in order to kick him out of the house and I guess I failed that.

I was close to throwing tantrum and beating up his motherf*cker ass but I seriously can't. Seulgi is already hard enough to handle and Jimin have been burdened that much, trying to put Seulgi the pacifier.

Jimin.

She hates the pacifier.

"You can't sleep here", I objected, pointing towards Yoongi, ignoring the chaos Jimin outside as the pacifier Seulgi thrown hit a bullseye on his forehead. "Oww!! You little-", Poor Chimchim.

"This is my house, you can't just live with me!", I stated, furiously waving hands in the air.

"Oh, really?", he responded."Wow, I just know that"

I slapped my forehead. What in the world of my language that he didn't understand???

"My house isn't for sale-"

"I'm not buying your house", he wiped the shelves.

"What? You are saying, you are staying here for free?"

"Its called rent, kitten", he stated. "There's a reason why that word exists"

I put both hands on my hips, "But I don't even put this up for rent", while looking above me at its once dusty ceiling which had now turned completely squeaky clean.

I have to admit, he really did a good job for giving this room a brand new vibes or, it can be called a room at least. He did even repair the already broken lamp and air conditioner, that we always used during summer.

"For your information, its not broken", he pointed to the so-called air-cond, climbing up a stool as he held the already cleaned filter in hands. "It just need to be routinely clean", and he fixed it, which he then climbed back down as he turned on the remote.

"See, the cooler works just fine", raising his palm up in the air, to feel the temperature before putting the remote back to its place. "Thanks to me, you guys save cost. You don't have to pay maintenance to fix back this room"

I was a bit off guard before he then turned to me, taking out his wallet. "How much is it?"

"Huh?"