you think you're so tough || Min Yoongi FF ✔️

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Your dad would probably be really disappointed in you, is something you'd thought about while you laid in bed in the morning. Bringing a random man into the house, who was clearly a troublemaker boy.

Not like it mattered what he thought to you anymore anyway, he was mad when you told him you got a job at a stripclub just to spite him, he doesn't know you aren't the ones stripping though, but he doesn't need to know that.

You sighed, it was 8AM so you only had an hour to get ready before school, and you could shower after your classes so you could be clean for work.

With a nod, you jumped out of your bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your other morning things before you finally went back out to the living room to face the same dangerous looking man.

However, he didn't look that dangerous. He was awake just staring at whatever was on the TV until his eyes found their way to you, "Morning," he said simply.

"Morning. How do you like your eggs?" You asked as you stepped into your kitchen corner, pulling out your carton of eggs followed by a pack of bacon.

"Scrambled is fine.. Thanks, ____," Yoongi said softly.

You nodded and got started on breakfast, it was then pretty silent save for the sound of the TV of the show Yoongi was watching.

Once you finished, you put Yoongi's eggs onto a plate and grabbed him a few pieces of bacon and yawned before you walked over to him, setting it in front of him, "I have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom, I have school in like 40 minutes."

"When will you be back?" Yoongi asked, seemingly nervous about being left alone, but could you really blame him?

You shrugged, "About 2PM, then I'll be around for a few hours until 7PM then I have to go to work till 2AM."

"Oh right," he smirked, "You're a stripper."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the smirk on your face as you grabbed your own breakfast and brought it over, sitting down next to him on the couch, "Right. I'm a stripper."

"Did you lie to me or something?" he asked before he plopped a piece of bacon into his mouth.

You shook your head, "No. I work at a strip club.."

"Hey.. That could mean anything!" he said after swallowing.

You just smirked at that, not really wanting to explain your whole deal to him because it really isn't his business, not right now anyway.

After he finished his breakfast, you were shocked to see him stand up on his own, without your help and walked carefully to the kitchen before cleaning his plate off.

You were shocked, "You can walk now?"

"I feel pretty good," he admitted sheepishly, "Don't worry mom, I won't fall and hurt myself."

You rolled your eyes as you stood up, joining him in the kitchen. At that point you finally realized just how tall he was when he wasn't weakly slouching, you were fairly short so anyone looked taller than you anyway.

You patted his shoulder before you walked off to your bedroom, retrieving your old iPod touch that hasn't been used in a few years since your phone is basically all you use now, but you figure you could give him a Messenger app on it and connect it to wifi so he can contact you.

By the time you returned with the iPod and it's charger, he was already back on the couch, looking deep in thought as it seemed as you set the small device down in front of him, "I installed messenger on it and logged it into my old FaceBook account, message me from there. My chat is the one on the top."