1 Chapter 1

Mr. Min: POV

I think I found the perfect "assistant" for my son. My wife loves her already and has great "vibes" about them working well together whatever the hell that means. As long as she's happy I'm good. Now I just need to convince my stubborn ass son.

Yoongi's POV

"YOU WHAT?!?!" How the hell can he walk into my home and just announce things Like it's nothing?

"First watch your tone. I'm still your father Yoongi." He is right only a parent would do something like this to you. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm my nerves. This meddling ass old man is getting on my nerves. I can't believe he is expecting me to be OK with him taking control of my life.

"Sorry old man but you caught me off guard. I keep telling you and Mom I don't need a babysitter." How many grown-ass men need an assistant.

"Well your mother doesn't like the way you look and it will make her feel better. Besides, you have missed a few appointments and you need someone to help keep you on track. Unless you like spending all this time with me?" He has a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He knows I hate it, he causes drama whenever he is here. I know any assistant he and mom found will be just as big of a pain in my ass.

"What the hell do I do with an assistant? I eat out and I work he will just be sitting here looking stupid or trying to rob me blind and getting paid to do it." The thought of some idiot walking around my home just bothers me. I don't need anyone telling me how or when to do my job.

"Well, I suggest you eat at home and begin to keep the appointments you make." He plays with the hair on his greying bread while making his smart ass comment.

"By the way, your assistant is a woman." I have a headache now and it is only getting bigger. I know he is trying to kill me. Women are whiny, needy, and emotional. I need a woman in my house like I need roaches. I run my hands through my hair and look at my dad. "I would rather be robbed, thank you.�� He laughs hard and from the pits of his belly just like Santa, laughing so hard he is crying.

"Women are not that bad son. I mean coming home to a hot home-cooked meal and a clean house isn't bad. Besides your mother is not going to let it go until you are married or accept an assistant." He looks at me, places a hand on my shoulder, and takes a deep breath. "I'll be here every day to check on you until you do because it makes your mother feel better." I let that sit for a second before I give in.

"Fine I'll take an assistant, then she can deal with mom." That will make my life easier and make it worth whatever they are paying her. He smiles and gets his things together to leave.

"Smart move son, I'm tired of looking at you too. She will be at your house Monday so get a guest room ready." I must not have heard him correctly. "Excuse me, a room why does she need a room?" I made sure to temper my voice cause I am too close to him.

"Damn son I thought I was done." He took a deep breath and looked annoyed. "Your assistant is a live-in assistant don't you listen when your mother speaks?" He rolls his eyes as he looks at me like I did something to him.

"I apologize father if meddling in my life is inconvenient for you. But to answer your question, no I do not listen when mom speaks. I nod and smile I find it works better than arguing with her. This time I made a bad choice."

"Too late now you already agreed, she will be here Monday. Besides the way you live your life son you need around the clock help." He pats my shoulder and does his best to sound sympathetic. He sucks at it, I know he is amused at my pain.

"Whatever I'll get the maid to get the room ready," I say with a deep sigh. Then I look over and the old man is looking a bit uncomfortable which is kind of scary.

"What now???" I don't even bother to hide my annoyance this time and he doesn't comment on it.

"Your mother had an issue with her yesterday and fired her on the spot since you won't be needing her anymore."

"WHAT THE HELL!!!!?????" I liked her, she was eager to please and had no problems going home when I was done with her. Never clingy always ready to lend a hand or her mouth, whatever I needed to use. I know whoever my mother picked is not going to be as accommodating.

"I'll send Edith over tomorrow morning to help you get it ready for her." He smiles as he opens the door to leave.

"Great Mom's favorite snitch for the day." My father laughs as he shuts the door on his way out.

I say and facepalm myself. My life just can't get any better than this. He pats my back and walks out.

The next day

Sunday my life gets even better. My mother and Edith show up together at the ass crack of dawn to prepare my guest room for my assistant. Even better still my mom wants me to help. So here I am at 7 in the fucking morning building a stupid dresser. I contemplate asking my mom to let me pay someone to get it done. I wonder if she knows places now deliver and build it for you.

"Yoongi love fix your face. Scowling will give you get wrinkles dear." My mother doesn't even bother to turn around to look at me. How the hell does she know what my face looks like. Before I can even open my mouth to say anything.

"I am your mother love. I know when you are cutting your eyes and scowling behind my back. You have not changed since you were a child." Looking at her I notice she is still not looking at me, damn she's good.

"You know mom I make great money. I can go online and order all new furniture and have it delivered all put together." I decided to shoot my shot and see if she would bite. She turns and smiles at me. "I know son, but this way is more personal. It makes it more special to do it yourself."

Why the hell would my assistant need the intimacy of me building or doing anything for her. My mother knows that I will do as she asks because she asked. This right here is why I am not in a serious relationship right now. I don't need another woman trying to have this kind of control over my life.

"Of course, it is mom." I turn back around and continue to put the dresser together. Debating on whether or not I can bring in reinforcements. It didn't take too long to complete the room, but when they had finished the room was out of place in my house. The walls were the same white as the rest of the house and the floor was the same hardwood. That is where the similarities ended. The full-sized bed had been replaced with a queen size and it was made up with a pink satin sheet set and black comforter with pink and white flowers. They placed an unnecessary amount of pillows on the bed in pink, white, and black. They added a floral pink and white throw rug that covered much of the floor on both sides of the bed. The tall black dresser I put together, two black side tables, and a black vase with pink and white roses completed the room.

"Yoongi dear, when she gets here you will make sure to be polite and allow her to do her job. Her job is to take care of you. Make sure the boys are respectful also. Last but certainly not least Love, if she quits. You will deal with me." I nod and smile it is better to agree than to fight.