(Y/M) = your main
Short chapter

"Stop fookin' winnin'!!"

"Stop fucking losing!!"

"Stop fucking arguing!!"

"Stop fucking cursing!!"

"Stop being a fucking hypocrite!!"

"SHIT!"

Yup. I just kicked Sean's ass. It was sudden death and (Y/M) sent a finishing blow. I had won 10 times in a row. The door bell rang and I got up to get it. I opened the door as the guys started a new game without me.

"Delivery!"

"Oh hi! Thanks!"

He seemed a little surprised to see me. Maybe he expected Mark?

"Maybe I should have come faster. If you want, we can have some time alone~"

I felt heat raise to my cheeks as I took the two boxes.

"Uh n-no thanks."

"Shy~? I like tha--"

"Who the FUCK are you?"

I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Looking up, I saw it was Mark. Sean and Felix also had appeared in the wide doorway.

"This lad here botherin' ya little muffin?"

"I'll gladly wipe the floor with you, buddy."

The delivery guy ran off screaming sorry. The guys stood there with me still in Mark's grasp before turning around to the couch. Mark put me onto the couch and sat, as well as Sean and Felix. Everyone munched on pizza while I just sat there awkwardly. Three loud sighs.

"Hey we're sorry (Y/N)."

"It's just that guy is trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"That guy is the pervert of the neighborhood."

"Oh. Thanks for protecting me."

They all saluted.

"For the queen!"

"Alright you high knights. Let's play some more Super Smash!"

"Of course you highness!"

"BAHAHAHA THAT MEANS BUTT!!"