Here I am, sitting for I don't know how long, holding my nose in disgust of the foul stench. If I don't get out of here any sooner, I'll soon throw up. I get up, facing the door, thinking of trying it out one last time before some.....accidents happen.

With all of my strength, I bang the door loudly. Loud enough for someone, anyone to be able to hear it. I swear if those cold and heartless stepbrothers decide to ignore my cries, I'll make their life hell.

That's beyond your limits..

Shut up, don't annoy me right now.

"Anyone!? Open this freaking door!! I swear if you don't then I'll-" I heave out a sigh.

This won't do. Let's get my acting skills working.

"Anyone? Please, just open the door, I am scared....please"

Okay, now I feel very nauseous, I might throw up any second.

Are they all dead!?

Soon, I smirk as I realise that my acting skills worked, I hear footsteps, coming my way.

I hear some sound and a few clicks, before the fresh cold air hits my sweaty and sticky body, the foul smell leaving my senses, and.....something else leaving my body, hitting the socks of the certain someone, which I hope is not one of my stepbrothers....

Shit

I puked, on Namjoon.

He is standing there, eyes as wide as white plates, face scrunched into a look of disgust. Next to him, is a stupid girl who just gave an invitation to her own death, reducing- no, completely eliminating her chances to get out this place.

'apologise you stupid girl!'

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

I halt on my words as he shows me his huge palm, trying his best to calm his burning rage probably building up inside him, setting his blood vessels on fire.

"It's okay, leave me alone and go away before I lock you up again."

He lets out, in a dangerously calm tone.

"No no, let me help you, oh my god- I am so sorry!"

He lets out a sigh, contemplating how he can get me to leave him alone over here.

But I am not one of those who create mess and leave it as it is. I've been taught to correct my mistakes, from the very beginning. And I've corrected almost every mistake I've ever made in my life. Almost...

"No, let me help you, come with me, or you want me to puke some more right here?"

I say, with slight authority, praying on the inside that he follows to do what I ask him to instead of killing me right then and there.

They might be smart and strong, scary as well, but I am no bad too

I know what to do and when to do, it's one of my abilities. Or more like developed abilities. Because I did something in the past that I regret.

He looks at me, in slight amusement. But soon, nods and follows me, leaving me shocked to the core.

Did he just-
A wave of happiness flushes through my body as I find him doing what I asked him to do.

We both walk to my room, I first wash my mouth, gargling out...well...the stuff. Then I ask him to remove his socks and t-shirt.

He removes it without and hesitation, leaving me drooling at the sight infront of me. His had lean and we'll toned muscles, enough for girls to drool over him, me too.

'y/n!! He is your brother!'

I snap out of it, cursing my stupid self. I take his socks and t-shirt, and toss them in the laundry basket.

"You can use the restroom, I'll get you your t-shirt."

"No, wait!"

I stop on my track at the sudden call.

"Yea?" I turn around, with a questioning look on my face.

"You don't enter in my room"

His tone was cold, spine-chilling and....scary.

I gulped, it's better if I don't argue back. I've already caused enough mess.

"Okay, I w-won't"

He soon cleans up and leaves, and I sigh, looking at the pile of dirty cloths, I can't let the maids wash them, it's gross and it's my responsibility.

Rolling up my sleeves, I crouch down and start off.

Let's get to work y/n