Chapter Twelve: Like on a Date or With a Gun

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"I'm liking this American boy."

The days after Hell consisted of borderline nothing

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The days after Hell consisted of borderline nothing.

Hoseok left for work early and came home late every day. You hadn't seen anyone from that night except for Yeonjun and Chan.

They had introduced you to their next-door neighbors, Soonyoung and Namjoon, who happened to be the two handsome men you encountered on the elevator on your first day. They both frequented Hell, unsurprisingly. Namjoon was even a flagger for the races. Apparently, he loved cars, but couldn't drive for shit.

Despite the occasional drop-in by the four men, your first few days in Seoul remained uneventful.

That is until a certain group of foreigners knocked on your door while Hoseok was working.

"Yoooooo, Y/N," Minghao spoke in the most douchy voice you could ever imagine. "Mind if we steal you for an hour or eleven?"

They had shown up at your door at around 11:30 am, looking as handsome as ever.

Meanwhile, you had just woken up to answer what you thought would be your cousin at the door.

You squinted at him, eyes still adjusting to the light of day.

"Huh?" you groaned groggily, not fully comprehending his question.

The four men chuckled softly at your tired form, they had assumed you were a morning person.

Minghao sighed in amusement and bent over to meet your face.

"Do you," he spoke slowly pointing at you. "Mind if we," he pointed at the group. "Take you out?"

You blinked, finally regaining a bit of your consciousness.

Keywords being: a bit.

"Like on a date or with a gun?" you asked dumbly.

The group burst out laughing at your question. The noise caused you to regain the rest of your senses.

So now, you were able to fully take in the four hot men standing at your front door, laughing in your face, while you looked like a complete mess.

"Hey!" you punched Minghao's arm. "Stop laughing, assholes. I just woke up."

Minghao immediately stopped laughing and rubbed his arm.

"Hey!" he pouted. "Why'd you have to hit me? We were all laughing."

You rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving the door open for the three laughing men and one pouting man to follow.

"Honestly, Hao," you spoke casually, grabbing four glasses out of the cabinet. "You're just so punchable, I couldn't help myself."

You set the glasses down on the coffee table in front of the guest and pour water into them.

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