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"Kim Taehyung, if you leave your dirty ass underwear on the floor again, I will personally provide you with a fresh pair and kick your ass out of this apartment!"
"I really have to move out of here," Namjoon muttered to himself as he watched the youngest boy scramble to get off the floor and run away from Seokjin. He folded his legs closer to himself as both men ran past him, nearly taking him down on their warpath.
He rolled his eyes and blocked out the sound of yelling and laughter. Namjoon loved living with his brothers... Sometimes. It was cheap rent, fun and no stress of having to cook (thanks to both his brothers being amazing cooks by chance.) However, he realized after nearly six months of living with them, that he would almost certainly murder them if he continued to live with them.
So he decided he'd start looking through ads for roommates on his phone. He pursed his lips as he came across a couple of weird ones. A couple of outrageously horrifying ads written by perverts left him nearly shutting off his phone.
-"Free Rent in exchange for work
ASS-ociated with pleasure"
-"Roommate needed, female, 18, slim, to share a single room."
-"want a roomate to play with your Pussy Cat?"
And Namjoons personal favorite:
-"room available for non smoking, healthy, drug free, no criminal record, and blood type O male."
cult shit, much? his brain provided as he winced at the wide selection of questionable apartments and roommates. That is, until his eyes landed on one ad in particular.
uwu i can not afford my apartment as i am an over ambitious little shit, and need a roommate.
uh, you need to like talking. Like dont be like a ghost, i wanna be friends with whoever i live with lmfao. You get your own room and everything, you even get a private bathroom.
fair rent price, and its a really nice apartment even if its small, because i deserve the best and now you do too.
must be gay friendly or you can kiss my ass.
Namjoon laughed. His mouse hovered over the reply button. Did he really want to live in this apartment only because of the unprofessional ad? He looked over the picture.
It was a nice and tidy apartment. Namjoon scanned the picture of the empty room that would be his. It had a single desk but otherwise seemed to be devoid of life.
He contemplated a bit more before clicking the reply button.