Beomgyu soon retreated into the bathroom and spent the rest of the afternoon making sure it was spotless— angrily scrubbing away at the floor, internally fuming at Yeonjun's sour attitude. "Fucking brat," Beomgyu muttered, "Who does he think he is..? Ordering me around like that.. I may be a servant, but that doesn't make me any less of a human being." The door swung open in one swift movement and in came a familiar head of burnt, pink hair. Yeonjun narrowed his eyes, glaring at Beomgyu.