Galloping Legacy

Episode 9

HOW TO KILL YOUR UNCLE 101

NAMHYE POV

"I'm sosososo sorry, Yoongi!" I said as I bowed again, looking at the man with a sly smirk on his face.

"Oh, and never let that guy drink again, he's absolutely wild," Yoongi replied as he fixed his jacket.

"Wait, what?" I clarified as I looked at him.

"Ask him what happens next, I want to keep things.... on point, and I need to go to work. I hope to see you again," Yoongi smiled before turning his heel and stepping down the stairs.

I gave out a huge sigh before staring at my uncle who was still trying his best to stand up. I groaned before turning our backs towards the living room, kicking the door closed.

"Taehyung!" I called as I waddled towards him with this grown ass man on my back.

"What? What happe-, oh my.... horse shit," Taehyung gaped as he looked at me and narrowed his gaze down to the man who I was practically dragging on the carpet floor.

"Help me you coconut-looking six-eyed lunatic!" I yelled at him and he scrambled himself together before running towards me and lifting Hoseok's other arm and dragging him towards the couch.

I pushed him down the couch before slowly taking his arms and setting them on his sides.

"Tae, you place his legs on the couch," I told him as I pointed at Hoseok's legs that were hanging by the side.

"Okay, okay," Taehyung says as he takes the legs slowly.

CRASH!

My eyes widened and it squinted before I looked at Taehyung who was sent flying ....

....To the dining table, his back hitting the edge.

Then, my head instantly turned towards Hoseok who was kicking his legs in the air, desperately trying to run in midair, but sadly couldn't find the ground somehow.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," I grit out as I try not to stifle out a laugh, looking at Taehyung who has the bowl of cereal on his head.

Thankfully, it was empty.

"My back's being a pain in the ass lately and now it's getting abused, great job, it feels like my back is turning 62 years old today," he rolled his eyed as he hissed in pain from the kick our uncle gave him.

"Well, sorry, it wasn't me who sent yoi flying to the dining table," I shrugged as I diverted my attention back to Hoseok who wasn't kicking his legs, he was now rested and limp.

"How are we supposed to wake him up without him kicking us to the other side of Korea?" I mumbled as I stared at his sleeping body.

I slowly walk towards the man before sitting myself beside him, my eyes watching his every movement.

"He didn't tell me he was gay," I rolled my eyes as I stared at him.

"Me neither, I trusted him," Taehyung snorted as he massaged his butt and back part, trying to get rid of the pain.

Taehyung sat beside me as he stared at Hoseok's sleeping figure, squinting in pain as his butt hit the carpet floor.

"Is he dead? Good-," he spoke and I turned my head towards him with a sour glare.

"GoOdness Gracious, what a sad result," he trailed off as he stared at me.

"Well, do something!" I told him.