Yen jeered. “What? What do you think of me? Your slave?”

“Well.. it can be!” Seungri chuckled. “Go on, I’m hungry. Cook for me slave!” He looked at Yen, smirking.

Yen’s eyes widened at what he said. “Go cook yourself, you lazy!”

“I hope you didn’t forget our agreement.” Seungri sat comfortably on the couch, leaning, he the television. “I can always break it if you won’t listen.”