Your POV
"Good morning rise and shine lazy ass!!" A high pitch voice woke me up from my deep slumber.
"Urgghh! You ruined my time with my park jimin!"
"Oh i am? Sorry not sorry, but I think I'm gonna give you the best deal of your entire life" ahjumma grinning ear to ear had scared the hell out of me early in the morning. Making me jolt awake and sit up on my bed.
"What do you want? Or what had you done?" I said. Eyes roamed around my room to see anything suspicious.
"I'm giving you a deal. No more delivery, no more dishes, no more taking orders, moping the floor and so on at the restaurant"
"What's the catch?" You squinted your eyes with curiousity.
"Be my son house-sitter" she cheerily said to me. Making me raise my eyebrows
"What? So basically you want me to be a maid?"
"Yes. But it's a nice way to put it as a 'house-sitter' "
"You're kidding me right?"
"Nope. Yoongi really want you to work with him"
"What? Yoongi?!"
"Yes, him. I think he likes the way you cleaned his house the other day."
'No he probably not. I think it's more, because i know his secret that day'
"No. Hell no. I'm not gonna agree to be his maid"
"Oh come on. Yoongi just move out from their dorm after buying his own place. He needs someone to take care of it because he is busy with his works."
"Hell nah" i said. But she ignore it and move closer to me with a devilish grin.
"Think how much time you could spend your time with Park Jimin. You know jimin favourite hyung is my son"
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I'm banging my head on his door regretting my decision as ringging his doorbell a lot of times. Doesn't care if he get mad at me later.
"Keep banging your head against the wall and hope you get a permanent amnesia" he said as he open the door.
"Is that medically proven?"
"Not yet but do you want to see if it's works?" He answered, but i just replied with a roll of my eyes. Bringing myself inside his apartment like i owned it. Sitting on the sofa without waiting him ask me to sit.
"Let's talk on why of a sudden you wanted me to be your maid"
"I thought it was clear that your job is not a maid, but more to a house-sitter"
"Yeah right. Doing house chores, cooking, doing groceries and even do your laundry. And that's not a maid. What even a house-sitter do? Your apartment can't cry or even poop itself"
"Nice point. Let's get straight to the point then"
"Oh wow. I've been waiting for this" i mock. He didn't say anything just giving me his usual ice cold glare.
'Geez, how the hell he can look cute like a kitten in the television but a satan in disguise upfront? Make up do change a person.'
"So about the other day" he starts.
"What about the other day?" i smirk, palming my cheeks.
"You know what I'm talking about" he sighed
"Oh the time where i throw your ball at your balls or the time that your ex-girlfriend dump you?" I blink my eyes annoyingly.
"All! Damnit. All. All of it. I hope you can keep it a secret"
"Ofcourse i will. Who else would i share with?"
"Yeah right. That is what people said. But not do"
"Oh. Is that why you asked me to be your maid? So you can watch over me?"
"You can think whatever you want to think. I don't care."
"Huh. What a surprise" i huff
"But i really need someone to take care of my house for the time being" he shrug
"Why me? There's a lot of people killing to do it for you"
"That is the main reason why i chose you. You seem to not faze and goes all fangirling over me"
"We'll you're not park jimin, so I don't really give a damn fuck" i said and he nod, knowing that my bias among his members is jimin.
"Anymore questions?" He raised his brows.
"What if there's paparazzi see me getting in and out your house? Won't it be more dangerous?"
"There won't be such a rumor since you're only here in my house, not outside with me. And the guards won't even let them get in"
"Ohhh"
"Where is your belongings?" He look for something around his house.
"What kind of belongings?" I suspiciously raised my brows.
"You do know that you have to stay here right?"
"Say what now?"
"So i can watch over you 25/8"
"So your idea is. I'll stay here. In this big ass expensive apartment that I can't even afford even if i sell my soul to the devil. Together with you. Only us two. Isn't that dangerous? For me!" Slowly i hug my body trying to be in a protective position, moving away from him.
"Please. You're not even my type to begin with" he give me his oh-so-famous i don't give a fuck face.
"Oh c'mon man. I know you want all of this" i point my body from top to bottom.
"Maybe if you're three years older" he rolled his eyes again.
"Whatever. I already accept the job from your mom. So I can't back off or she will kick me in the butt" i lean down on his sofa
"Good then." He throw a silver key with a dagling shooky keychain at you.
"Make yourself at home"
"Already does" this time i shrug, Keeping the key inside your purse.
"Ready to cook me my lunch, and remember, I'm on diet. So make sure you'll make something low in calorie but still edible . I'll be at my studio" he stand up from his seat ready to walk away.
"Oh yeah one more thing" he stop on his tracks as i stand from my seat.
"What?"
"Umm... I don't know how to cook" i awkwardly letting out a smile.
"You What?"
"Hey, there's a solid reason why I'm not a chef at your family restaurant and just working as a waiter and making delivery, you dumb dumb"
"Oh shit" he face palm.
"Oh, I'm on diet too. So when you cook, Make sure you make something low in calorie but still edible for me to eat. I'll go clean anything i should now" i pat him on the shoulder before walking away.
"Shit, What did i get involved myself into?"
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