I've been cleaning this goddamn living room for five years already. These fucking people can't do it themselves?

At least make Min do it, not just me. Her parents, who are actually nice to me, treat her like she's a goddamn princess.

She's a spoiled brat that thinks money just appears in her parents pockets. Shouldn't she get a job by now? She's 19 for fucks sake.

I can't get a proper job at all. I don't have a degree or anything.

"Is it like this Jungkook?", Min said.

Jungkook is Min's piano teacher. She doesn't really pay attention, she's mostly flirting and touching him.

I looked at the two while wiping the table with a wet cloth. Min took a glance at me and smirked.

I rolled my eyes and ignored the two. It's like this every single day. It's so annoying, but I can't say anything because her and her mouth with blame me for something I didn't even do.

***

I carried the stacks of books, carefully trying not to drop them. One of the books was about the fall. I started to panic, not knowing if I should run to the table, or just watch it fall.

Jungkook quickly came to my side and grabbed the book. He grabbed the books from me and set them on the table.

"You're so small to be carrying that much books", he said.

I scoffed and started organizing the books on the shelf. He leaned against the bookshelf while staring at me.

"..Do you like living like this?"

I looked at him for a minute and continued putting the books back.

"...I hate it", I said.

He hummed in response.

"But you know, everyone doesn't have perfect lives, I chose to stay here because I want to live, I want a room with a bed..that's what I have and that's what matters"

He stood there silently, still staring at me.

"...Sorry, I got a little comfortable, I shouldn't be talking to you", I said while walking away.

"I'm glad you got comfortable, I've been wanting to talk to you", he said.

I didn't say anything and walked into the kitchen.