@jungkook ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ and consider dad kicking you out of this apartment and making you live with the b- i mean, your mom instead? go ahead. /he wishes he could say it out loud but he only mumbles it quietly before proceeding to sit on the couch; at least i'm commiting to a career that i'm passionate about. /he says loudly, thinking of his floristry business;
questions of value, my .
@joshua ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ Awfully rude thing to say to someone who's offering their couch. I don't have to let you stay, y'know?
/i scoff, locking the door and heading towards the hallway to get the hell away from you. but i stop in my tracks when you mention dad. the fact that you continue to pester me about something so out of my control makes my ears twitch with animosity—i'd forgotten how toxic you could be before allowing you through my doors/
No, I haven't. I'm just capable of holding a job and managing my money...unlike some people.
/a nod towards you of course, hoping it'll get you to be quiet. with that, i continue my march to my room/
Only pester me if you have questions of value.
@jungkook ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ i wouldn't touch your things with a ten foot pole. /he murmured as he dragged his luggage inside and looking around, increasingly growing exasperated as he realizes that everything in the apartment was so much nicer than his own; milking money out of daddy dearest, haven't we? /he couldn't help but let the spiteful remark get out before shifting his luggage over to a side of the living room; no need for your pity, i can sleep on the couch.
@joshua ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ /with a slightly aggravated sigh, i lift myself up from my couch to answer the door. after spending the last few hours straightening up what's usually a flurry of papers, clothes, and various other miscellaneous items, i want nothing more than to lie down and sleep till the end of the week. however, i still find myself padding over to the door to greet one of the last people i'd ever want to see in this god forsaken city—you/
Hey.
/i humor your cordial facade only because of my drowsiness, stepping aside to give you space to enter my small apartment. after you've transferred all of your luggage inside, i gently close the door. an exasperated sigh escapes my lips as i turn to face you/
So... Rules? Don't touch my , basically. Capiche?
@jungkook ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ /he stands outside the door, hand awkwardly positioned on the center of the door as he attempts to move his fist to knock, but fails to summon the will to do it; aah, this is the worst situation i could ever be in. /he mumbles to himself in apparent agony as the crushing realisation that he's sunken to the furthest low hits him; i'm really going to have to depend on that woman's son for such a basic thing as shelter now, huh. i really have hit rockbottom. /he finally knocks at the door, folding his arms together as he keeps the luggage on the side until you open the door; /without a word, he drags his luggage inside your apartment; hello jungkook. /he mumbles, out of politeness's sake.