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A Part-Time Sitter (Yoongi)

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(a/n): Yall at this point I'm trying to figure out if I'm really that toxic, or if I just don't like my family.

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You turned away slowly and backed out of your apartment, locking it completely again. "Is he fucking serious? Or was he just plain dumb....and how did they all get in my house?"

You walked back in and this time was hit with a cloud of smoke leaving Yoongi's mouth. Your eyes watered slightly as you let out a few coughs. In return, the male smirks and grabs your cheeks with his thumb and index finger. "Great news honeybun, I need to use your apartment as a safe spot." You removed his hand slowly and looked behind him to see the same men from the club. One however stuck out the most as he was rolling the spliffs and burned more weed in the air. "You know what? do what you want!" You brushed past the male and went straight to your room that was thankfully empty...minus the weed in the air.

Right now, your stress was in the red and you didn't care what was happening anymore. One minute you're working a normal job just serving drinks, and the next minute you're being offered to babysit someone who wasn't even a child like you were promised. The word "pissed" wasn't even valid to describe how you felt.

To make matters worse, your boss wouldn't even answer her phone. On the other side of your door, all you heard was men yelling over God knows what, and bottles clicking together.

You wanted to go out there and confront them on their bullshit so badly, but how? They all looked well fit and loaded with weapons. It probably scared you more than it should. All you could do now was lock your door, change your clothes, and turn on Netflix to watch anything distracting enough to take your mind off the current reality.

The sound of  Black Lightning played in the background as you doze of slightly....before being interrupted by a banging on your door.
Your body jolted upwards before hearing the same mocking voice on the other side.

"Y/n, I'm hungry and you need some groceries..."
You huffed and opened the door too see Min Yoongi standing in the door frame eating on your cereal.

"YOU ASS WIPE!" you reached up to slap his ass, but he grabbed your arm in time.
"I advise you not to do that..." He takes another bite of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"Do you not have anyone else to annoy right now? Where is everyone else?"
You glanced behind the male only to see a rather clean apartment...with the same weed smell.

"They'll be back tomorrow to discuss our next movement and where were gonna make the next drop offs. You'll probably be gone by then...right?"
You sat back on your bed as Yoongi goes back to rummage your cabinets.
"Welp...I've officially died, and went straight to hell.
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