Maid -- maknae Line ff

Another resignation letter," he muttered, his voice heavy with disdain.

"That's the third one this month," Kim Namjoon remarked from his place by the window. The middle brother, known for his intellect, exuded calm authority. A laptop rested on his lap, his glasses perched neatly on his nose as he worked. "You can't keep blaming the maids, hyung. We all know the real problem."

Both men turned their eyes toward the youngest of the trio, Kim Taehyung, lounging on a velvet couch with a lazy smirk. His dark hair fell over his eyes, giving him an air of disheveled elegance, but it was the sharp glint in his gaze that unsettled most. He twirled a pen between his fingers, his posture nonchalant.

"What can I say?" Taehyung drawled, his voice smooth and deep. "They weren't up to our standards."

Seokjin groaned. "They were terrified of you, Taehyung. You're the reason they keep leaving."

Taehyung shrugged, unfazed by the accusation. "Then hire someone who doesn't scare so easily."

Yang Y/n, the cherished wife of Jeon Jungkook, grew tired of being confined at home. Despite her husband's deep love and desire to shield her from stress, Y/n yearned for independence and a chance to contribute financially, unwilling to simply rely on his wealth.