⌂ laundry room

@junmyeon k. / eyes glimmer over with a kindling of fear, entering a building that seems almost ghost like, the lack of people sends his already pondering mind, wandering further into the land of imagination, curious to as whether the producers will spring something upon him, a surprise that will stop large feet in their tracks; carding both hands through rumpled locks before tucking them away beneath a black cap embroidered with the logo on the majority of his singles sold, teeth snag onto a lower lip as he continues his exploration, like a traveller with little experience, long digits wrapping around the knob of a closed door, heart thumping as it creaked open, eyebrows lifting slightly as shock shudders it's way through his body, leaves goosebumps prickling atop tanned skin, a sudden lump appearing within the confines of his throat that prevents any form of word escaping from his mouth.
j-junmyeon? / a breath is dragged in raggedly, hands curling into tight fists at his sides, brows now knitting together, unable to meet the others gaze, wondering why and who thought it was appropriate to place both of them in this situation.

@yifan w. /tosses the last of his clothes into the washer and he closes the side loading door; he portions out the laundry detergent to fit the small load he's about to start and pours the blue-violet liquid into the slot at the top of the machine/
/starts it up and smiles to himself, remembering a time when he didn't know how to fend for himself: 15 years old and just learning how to wash his clothes, and how frequently he called his mom for help - he starts the machine and sets the bottle of laundry detergent aside, and he leans back against the wall behind him for a brief second; he's brought way back in his thoughts/
/muses over what it was like to start from the bottom, and now he's here, on a variety show and one of the selling points of it - there's a smidgen of pride laden in the smile gracing his lips/
Damn...
/shakes his head and mutters near-inaudibly as he pulls from his nostalgia and pushes off the wall - Junmyeon supposes that it's about time he got to greeting other Roommate™ participants or greeting the producers formally/
/just as he turns to face the door, he stops in his tracks and eyes widen in disbelief - it's a cross of shock and incredulity that froze him in place because the one person he least expected to be roaming around this set, let alone South Korea, was standing in the door way/
.... Yifan—?

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