“YAH!” I heard Jung Daehyun cry out as he jumped up on his seat. I tried to hold in my laughter as Daehyun checked out his pants. Yes, I painted Daehyun’s chair yellow. He sat on it while it was still wet, he didn’t even notice that it was a different color.

Yongguk chuckled as he stared at his dongsaeng. “Okay, who did this?!” Daehyun demanded. No one was fazed by his outburst. Maybe it happened twice every week. How the hell would I know.

His loathing gaze rested on me as I stared at him innocently. Minhwa chuckled quietly, knowing who did it. I did inherit Minhwa’s mischievous skills, which I’m very proud of.

“Oppa, you want some of your ice tea? It might calm you down.” Minhwa suggested as she placed at glass of ice tea in front of Daehyun. Daehyun nodded, his face flustered. He tried lifting the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

Yep, Minhwa glued the glass on the table. Daehyun tried everything to lift up the glass as me and Minhwa burst out laughing.

“You dense idiot.” I muttered happily, wiping away the joyful tears. Youngjae tried to hold in his laughter for his yeobo as Yongguk and Himchan joined in the laughs. Jongup was sneakily stealing food from plates and ate them hurriedly.

And Zelo… was too busy having a staring contest with Minhwa.

“Kim Namjoo, I might not know you that well, but you’re going to die. Painfully” Daehyun said in a dangerously calm voice as he stalked towards me. Did I fight and reply back? Heck no! I ran straight away from the kitchen and into the living room.

I wasn’t going to infuriate the angry Daehyun further. He already wanted to kill me.

“KIM NAMJOO GET BACK HERE!” Daehyun shouted as I ran around the couch, him following me. I took gymnastics since I was a little kid, and it paid off. I somersaulted above the couch and landed neatly on the floor.

I tried going back to the kitchen, maybe hiding behind Yongguk when arms s around my waist. I was caught, and I was going to die.

“YAH! JUNG DAEHYUN!” You managed to shout as he flung you on the couch. He started tickling you. Yes, the great Daehyun instead of doing some horrible punishment to me, started tickling me.

“S-Stop! I’m sorry!” I laughed uncontrollably as Daehyun tickled my sides. Daehyun chuckled and stopped abruptly, allowing me to catch my breathe. Minhwa walked in with her arms folded, looking accomplished.

“Oh these two lovebirds. You spent a day together, and now you’re this close? Tsk tsk tsk.” Minhwa teased, smirking. I scowled at her.

Minhwa left us alone. Rain started pouring outside. Everyone was still at dinner as I was sitting cross-legged on the couch along with Daehyun.

“Sorry for painting your pants yellow.” I muttered apologetically. Daehyun looked at me before answering.

“It was a pretty cool prank, and it gave me ideas.” Daehyun replied mischievously. I stared at him cautiously. He was up to something.

“Jung Daehyun, if you prank me, I swear, I’ll bury you alive.” I threatened. I stuck my tongue out him as he chuckled a bit.

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Daehyun responded, sitting up straight. “Would you like to live with us?” Daehyun asked. I glanced at him weirdly. One second, he was planning a prank for me and then the next he asks me to live with B.A.P.

“Why?” I asked him curiously. “Minhwa has no girl companion since Jaehwa is working overtime. And Yongguk hyung thinks fame is getting to our heads.” Daehyun confessed. Daehyun was surprised when I scoffed.

“Fame getting to your heads? Your thickheaded-ness would stop the fame getting through yours. No wonder you’re so dense.” I said, smiling at my comeback.

“You sure love irritating people, don’t you?” Daehyun asked, more like a statement.

“Yep. And I would like living here with you guys. It might be fun.” I agreed, smiling at him genuinely. It was the first time I smiled a real one in front of Daehyun. Daehyun said nothing as I continued smiling.

“Er, Daehyun-ssi? Why are you staring?” I asked suspiciously, dropping my smile. As soon as I did, Daehyun looked away.

“Don’t’ call me Daehyun. Call me oppa.” Daehyun suggested, looking back at me.

“Fine, joy killer.” I muttered.

“What was that?” Daehyun demanded.

“Joy killer!” I shouted at him before bounding upstairs before Daehyun could catch me.

Daehyun’s P.O.V

Aish, this kid. I rubbed my neck and stood up and stretched. She agreed to live with us. I should feel burdened, right? But now, I feel a sense of relief. As if I really wanted her to live with us. I shook those thoughts out of my head.

“Keep a clear head Jung Daehyun.” I told myself sternly.

“YAH! HOW TO CLOSE THIS WINDOW?!” I heard Namjoo exclaim from upstairs. I laughed as I imagined Namjoo’s stressed face. She probably did it the way other people closed their windows.

But I had to admit that Namjoo was pretty.

“Pretty idiot,” I mumbled quietly, smiling to myself before bolting up the stairs to help Namjoo.

A/N: Chapter 6 is up! Sorry if there's no gif this time. I'm kinda in a hurry and I'm already 5 minutes late for school. Hope you liked this chapter! Bye! ^_^

Angelika5378: I bet Namu and Min will teach him a lesson the hard way :)

suho-yah, Wont4GetBoutYou and kpopluver4everlol: Updated! ^_^