"Yoseob Profile"

Name : Yang Yo Seob
Age : 20
Education Level : Finish High School
Position : Main Vocalist
About him : Blond hair, short, talkative, nice, friendly, Semi Fluent in English

"I'm so glad that you're not in your 30's and up."
"Why?"
"Because those old grannies always get on my nerves. They are no fun at
all. I can't play with them because they rather clean than play with me."

We finally reach my room. It was all the way in the back of the house.

"Here we are."

He open up the door to the room. I was surprise that this room was neatly clean unlike the house it self.

He put down my bags on the ground.

"Say, how come you're here? Don't you have school?"
"I was force to come since no one else wanted to come."
"I wonder why.. We're not that bad.." Yoseob started to wonder off with his
thoughts.

'Not that bad?' I thought to myself.
'You guys aren't that bad, you guys are HORRIBLE!' was what I wanted to
scream at him.

"I finish school early." I told him.
"How?"
"I pass all their exams with a 99%" I lied to him.
"Waooh!" he exclaim. "You're so unbelievable! Even I can't do that!"

I walk to the other side.

"Do you know who we are?"
"Aren't you guys called Beast or whatever?"
"Yah! You even got that right. All the previous maid always thought we were
MBLAQ."

I laugh.

"I don't know why they would think like that.. I mean, we don't even look like
them. Plus, they have a member less than we do."
"Must be a stupid maid." I told him.
"Must be."

He jump off from my bed.

"Well I got to go play with my puppy. See you around!" he yell out.
"Sure..."

I close the door behind me. I lay myself on the bed. This isn't going to be
easy I told myself.

I slowly place my items in the appropriate place that they belong. After
tidying up my room, I decided to take a tour around the messy house.

I walk around the upstairs hall, not surprise to see dishes pilling up by the
doors. Since I am officially their maid until then, I should best clean up
while I'm touring around.

I bend down, collecting all the dishes on the floor. Gah, it indeed was heavy.

I carefully walk down the stairs, not wanting to drop a plate or bowl. I was
relief that I made it to the bottom without breaking anything.

"Here, let me help you carry those."