"What are you doing?" 

 

I slightly turned my head and come face to face with Kwon Jiyong's soft pinchable cheeks, who was staring at me weirdly and not to mention super upclose.

 

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

 

He shrugged his shoulder and leaned away, arms crossed at me. "I'm hungry, can you cook for me?" 

 

I sighed and stared down at my hand, I'm cooking breakfast. You . I nodded my head and continue cooking. Now let me get back to i-

 

"WASSUP." I was once again interrupted by none other than BinguTOP or Choi Seunghyun as he strut his way into the kitchen in nothing but his robes and pajama pants. "I smell food." He leaned at one of the kitchen counter, eating a banana. 

 

Damn it. Can't a girl think/talk to herself without being interrupt? 

 

"Bom-ahjumma is cooking." Jiyong chirped.

 

"Did you just call me ahjumma?" I snapped at him, holding up my knife and glared at him. 

 

THIS GUY HAVE GUTS!

 

"You heard what I say, I'm not repeating myself." He grinned at me like a kid. A cute kid though.. 

 

"HUL." I muttered and breathed in and out. Calming myself. I thin-

 

"Jiyong called you an ahjumma." That's it, I'm going BANANAS

 

"YAHHHHHHHHH! I AM NOT AN AHJUMMA" I yelled out of frustration and the guys scrambled their way out of the kitchen.

 

Leaving me peacefully with my knife, my kitchen, my corns, my refridgerator, my breakfast and food.

 

How did I even ended up living with them? 

 

Oh right, my name is Park Bom and I'm twenty-four. Now let me tell you the story how I survive living with two handsome and y eligible bachelor and how I unintentionally fall in love with the both or one of them.