◈ male trainee dorms

@◈ lee taemin ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴇ If Jongin thought his morning had started off on the wrong foot, the rest of his day really proved itself worse. He arrived late at work and got a scolding from his superior, nothing too bad though so he still tried to push positive thoughts and hold out. Then when rush hour came and the cafe was overflowing with costumers the madness really began. They were understaffed that day which meant Jongin practically had to parkour his way from table to table, make all the coffee himself and split himself into two to get it all right and on time. He got it wrong a couple times though, some costumers were understanding, others snapped at him and demanded a refund or were just rude and snotty, one costumer accidentally bumped into Jongin on his way and he spilled steaming coffee on himself. The positive thoughts were getting harder, his smile was strained bordering on painful but he held out until the end of this shift. Dance practice was no better, the stress and lack of sleep had gotten to him and he missed his steps numerous times, enough for his coach to become exasperated and dismiss him earlier, and Jongin didn't even protest it. He decided to walk back to the appartment since it was close enough, but even that short distance felt like he was dragging his own corpse. The dorm he shared with Taemin was small but Jongin loved it, it was a mark of his independence and it was his own little sacred place. He was so tired he couldn't wait to take a shower and knock out until tomorrow. The thought of much needed rest actually eased his mind then, and his body relaxed slightly as he jiggled with his keys. 'Finally some peace and quiet' he thought whilst opening the door. The sight that greeted him then though, was anything but. The first thing he saw the water that reached his shoes, then as his head slowly raised itself in horror he saw what he'd only describe as a monster of foam coming from the laundry room, and Lee Taemin fighting it. His eye did an involuntary twitch.
"What...is going on...here.." Oh, , he could feel it, raising from the pits of hell, months of supressed rage were slowly but surely creeping up on him, he hoped his face looked murderous enough, because the intent was there "Yah! Lee Taemin, what the ??" He yelled, storming into the room.

@◈ kim jongin •kai• ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴇ Did Taemin know he wasn't the neatest person in the world? Yes. If asked he could be more mindful but to him at least his roommate just poked mild fun at him but nothing more. Practice and work just got tiring and when he should be picking up after himself he was catching up on some of the games he plays. The dorm that Jongin and him was very small. Like a typical dorm room. They share the same room which makes it even more annoying for jongin probably. He can't exactly just shut his mess off from the rest of the house. Jongin was the first to get up and start heading out the door. Taemin was soon to follow yawning and stretching in their small hallway. On his way to get breakfast though he heard his roommate turning around Taemin greeted him with a smile. Of course he would ask about the laundry. Instantly Taemin's smile fell but jongin was already out the door. Sighing the trainee looks over at the extremely full basket of laundry he's been neglecting. "Alright....." He says under his breath. Did he know that he should have split the basket into two loads. He did but he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. He knew that if he didn't do it now it wouldn't get done and Jongin might actually be pissed at him. It took a bit more muscle than Taemin expected to drag the laundry to their washer. They had to hang dry their laundry so he knew this was going to be an all-day task. What Taemin didn't realize is not only did he load the washer beyond capacity. He also put far too much soap in. It wasn't until Taemin heard a loud crash even with his headphones on while he was gaming that he realized he did something horribly wrong. Water was everywhere the washer was broken. "!!!" He yells out and fumbles to get his phone to call the maintenance office. They of course would take a couple of hours. Which nearly gave him a heart attack. Jongin would definitely be home before then. Scrambling Taemin rushes to try and clean it up as much as he could but the damage was done.