▹　❛ laundry

@❛ mingyu k。 She didn't know whether to hit or kick him. Which would hurt more cause that's what she would have chosen. For a few seconds, silence fills the air as Jisoo tries to balance her thoughts. Was she really about to sell her soul to the devil for a free dinner? Short answer: yes. Long answer: Not being the type to turn down anything free, her impulsive side kicked in to make the decision for her. "Fine. Easy enough." A total lie. "I can only imagine the night being a nightmare for you. I'll have fun torturing you instead." His sly comment curled her hands up in anger, untrained fists wanting to actually hit a human for the first time. "Don't think you deserve that honor you incubus." Hissing at her neighbor now future dinner date, she made her way towards the exit. "Text me when and where and I'll be ready. You know where I live so come pick me up." A smile of mystery rose on her face before she turned away to leave.

[] sorry for being so on and off with activity aslkdjf but you out here killing me with mingyu T_____T
wanna shoot a text and then we can start in jisoo's apt?

"NOW, WE WAIT." UPON FINISHING WITH HIS BATCH, HOSEOK STANDS OVER THE WASHER TO PEER INTO THE GLASS, EYES FOLLOWING EVERY MOTION THE BIG BOY DEVICE MAKES. -SWIRL LEFT, SWIRL RIGHT.- HE TAKES CAREFUL NOTE OF THE CONSISTENCY, ABSOLUTELY STUNNED BY THE BEAUTY BENEATH HIM. HE LOVED WATCHING WASHERS AS A KID- HIS MOTHER TOOK HIM EVERY SUNDAY. IT SEEMS HIS HABITS NEVER CEASED TO DISSIPATE. FAR TOO FIXATED ON THE UPRISING SPEED, HE HARDLY TAKES NOTICE OF THE WOMAN OUTSIDE THE VICINITY. HE LOVED WASHING CLOTHES.

Soojin calmly traipses along the corridors of Building B after stepping out of her room, humming along to a tune stuck in her head. A pleasant smile is curled upon her vermillion tiers, visage void of worry as her skirt swings in the wind. Her hair is gracefully blowing behind her, hands swinging from side to side. As soon as she passes the laundry room, however, her pleasant disposition vanishes, as a scream sounds from behind the closed door. Flinching, her eyes widen, and she's peering into the laundromat to take a look at what the heck is happening inside. To her surprise, the big, burly man she saw in the lounge yesterday is now violently throwing clothes and detergent in the washer while screaming at the top of his lungs. With wide eyes, she scurries out of the vicinity, towards the lounge in trembling fear.

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LUNGING THE DETERGENT OUT OF HIS BASKET, HE QUICKLY COMMENCES IN THROWING AN IMMEASURABLE AMOUNT RIGHT INTO THE WASHER. "FINALLY." HE EXCLAIMS AGAIN, LIFTING THE BASKET WITH HIS BIG BOY ARMS. HE HEAVES THE PILE OVER HIS HEAD, ONLY TO DUMP IT INTO THE HOLLOW OPENING BENEATH HIM. HE THEN CHUCKS THE PLASTIC CONTAINER TO THE SIDE, HANDS DESCENDING TO SHUT THE LID FROM ABOVE.

[] i'm out

[] oh my god

hEAVING A SATISFIED BREATH, HOSEOK STUMBLES THROUGH THE DOOR WITH HIS BASKET OF CLOTHING- THE PILE REEKING OF LABORATORY DEATH. "FINALLY," HE EXCLAIMS TO HIMSELF, RATHER CONTENT WITH THE IDEA THAT HE, LEE HOSEOK, WAS FINALLY CAPABLE OF WASHING HIS OWN CLOTHES AFTER SAVING UP TO AFFORD A SOLO APARTMENT IN LAVANDE.

@❛ jisoo k。 Of all things that were to happen, this was the last thing he’d expected — He jokingly invited her out, fully awaiting her to decline but now here he is, trying to figure out where he could take the demon for a nice, mostly genuine dinner. “I’ll pay and get you anything you want but...” prolonging his sentence, the taller male hums softly in thought at his array of endless options, “...look at me like you love me the whole night, I’m your everything aren’t I?” He peeks behind his shoulder in order to catch a glimpse of the other’s reaction, “By the way it’s not to sleep with you. I’ve got enough men and women lined up waiting for me but I wouldn’t mind you in that red lingerie if yours.” God he was gonna enjoy tormenting Jisoo.

@❛ mingyu k。 A brow raises in disbelief as she wonders who killed Mingyu and took over his body. "Who are you and what have you done with the Mingyu I know." She's a bit appalled at the sudden invitation, something she had never really imagined herself doing. But who was she to turn down a free meal? Tossing down a shirt into her bin, she then crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll entertain that offer, but on the condition that you're buying. Also -" Picking up her basket, her gaze scans him up and down, hoping to make any sense of his odd offer. "What's the catch? What do you get out of inviting me out? I know your sneaky little self probably already has something up your sleeve. I'm not /that/ dumb."

@❛ jisoo k。 
“At least take me out for dinner before you do that baby.” Her failed attempt to divert his attention from anything but her face causes a fit of laughter to bubble from the back of his throat. As much as he wants to call her out on her nervousness, it’s best he cuts down on the teasing for now. He returns back to his pile of laundry and airs out each article of clothing with a forceful shake. There was something so entertaining about muttering sweet nothings into her ear, watching her get all riled up as the pink hue that adorned her cheeks did nothing but brighten. It added just the slightest bit of amusement to housework, ignoring the detail that it was at the expense of his ever loving neighbour’s misery. “I’ll make it easier for you, I’ll graciously invite you out to grab a lil’ something to eat with me.”

@❛ mingyu k。 Anger is clearly embodied in every muscle of her face, but she fails to keep her cheeks from turning a bright shade of pink in embarassment. She hated how he had the /nerve/ to look at her like that, and how it felt like she could never win in a conversation with him no matter how hard she tried to take the higher road. Her patience for him was way too thin at this point to persist his annoying shenanigans. A laughter of disbelief shoots out as she tries to hide her glowing face by taking out the rest of her laundry from the machine. "Fate? And why would fate bring us together. So I can finally take you out of this world?" Looking back up at him, she glared at his mischiveous grin. She really hated how such a good looking face was wasted on this trecherous soul. A true curse for her.

@❛ jisoo k。 One look at her abhorrent expression is enough to let a lighthearted chuckle slip past his lips. “Mhm, I like it when you say my name babe.” It’s a breathless whisper, lips barely brushing against the shell of her ear as he leans closer to her, holding back the urge to nip down on it. There’s no harm in a little teasing here and there. Well except for the fact that she’s probably a second away from murdering him. "Didn't see you as the type to wear something...” He pauses, dragging out his sentence, giving him the time to skim over her figure and soak in the view, ”...so revealing." Choosing to ignore her comment, he flings his boxers back onto his pile. As much as he’d love to argue that it was a christmas present, there was no way she’d accept the truth — especially with how much of a hardass she was towards him. "Stalking? No. I'd say it was fate that brought us together.” He professes, canines barely peeking out as he flashes a lopsided smile.

@❛ mingyu k。 His sudden touch causes her to flinch, before she pulls off her headphones to greet her lousy neighbor in distaste. Annoyance is clearly etched into her face as she stands up before him. "Wipe that ugly smile off your face Kim Mingyu" she says before hastily taking her underwear back into her hands in embarassment. Guess fate really wanted to test her today. "Don't really like easy guys, so no thanks for the offer." Her voice high pitched in sarcasm, she flashes him the fakest smile she could muster. "And I'm assuming these lovely boxers are yours." Tossing the underwear at him, a haughty breath of air slips out from her. "Who knew cold hearted smoker liked to wear little meow meow patterend boxers." she taunted. These days, it felt like she was running into the one person who seemed like they made it their life goal to ruin her own life a little too often. His annoying smirk was something that was always on her mine, herself wanting to slap it clean off his face. "Are you stalking me or something?"

@❛ jisoo k。 Why there was a pair of red thongs camouflaged between his laundry, even Mingyu didn’t have the answer to that. Racking through his brain, he’s positive none of the people he’s slept with during the past few days wore anything close to that — but whoever it was, holy , they were better off wearing nothing with the lack of fabric it had. He’s surprised it hasn’t been lost up their at some point, but even more at the sudden outburst coming from the only other occupant in the room. The female spawn of satan himself, Kim Jisoo. He can’t help but sigh under his breath, today just wasn’t his day. Holding the undergarment up in one hand, he taps the small of her back to catch her attention, the corner of his lips upturning into a smirk, “Bold invitation but if you wanted to sleep with me, you could’ve just asked.”

@❛ mingyu k。 Most people saw laundry as a chore, but for Jisoo, it was more of a stress relieving task. The time to mindlessly sort through her clothes, fold or hang them back into her closet while listening to her favorite playlist was a period highly cherished by the busy med student. Which was why she didn't approve of her private concert of humming along to a few tracks interrupted by an unforseen pair of kitty patterned boxers in her load of laundry. Half of her clothes still remaining in the dryer, the girl cautiously picked up the mystery item in between her thumb and pointer finger as if it was some month old trash bag. "Okay cute choice, but who's ing underwear is in my laundry?" she says outloud. From having her headphones in, she's clearly unaware that she's alone in the facilities.

@❛ heejin j。 the feeling of guilt that rushes over him, almost like a bucket of ice cold water being poured upon him, upon seeing the deflated change in her demeanor is almost enough to make him stay. almost. "i will," he says, though this is obviously a white lie which he holds himself to. the mood has shifted. though her overjoyed sounds of elation still ring fresh in his ears and in his memories, they are long gone. "you too, marshmallow." with a small hesitant smile, jaemin reaches across to give her hair a slight ruffle, creating a mess of the tresses that he had so carefully arranged just moments earlier. "i'll see you around."

jaemin has never been a selfish individual. when he was a young, impressionable child living under his mother's careless roof, he had learned not to ask for his mother's attention. in his teen years, whenever he wanted something that he couldn't afford alone, he dared not ask his grandparents. and now, even when he is feeling for the first time a true connection to someone, someone he can let go around, he cannot be selfish. sometimes though, he wish he could. these are his last thoughts as he clasps the blanket to his chest, bids heejin a quiet goodbye, and proceeds to his apartment.

@❛ jaemin n。 "oh." she says, disappointment now evident in her tone. her eyes flicker between the blanket he's folding neatly, to his load that revolves in the cycle, and onto his gaze that readily avoids hers. huh. perhaps it was her doing that made the atmosphere awkward between the two, and now she's feeling apologetic. "alright. well, please let me know if you need company.. during your studying and netflix-ing." she offers, though she has a sickening feeling that he's tired of her- no longer wanting to be in her presence. her earlier thoughts are well gone, now just drumming her fingers upon the still washing machine. "have a good rest of your day, blue. thank you for spending some time with me."

@❛ heejin j。 once she has completed her menial task, jaemin knows it's time to pull his gaze away. instead, now with no single beautiful target to lock upon, his eyes go to the floor where he taps his foot mindlessly. "i just use a cotton scent. it's nice, and simple." this is his answer, and for a second because he cannot look at her, he turns away to place his focus upon the laundry cart which was once their object of amusement. now, he grabs the blanket he had placed inside to protect her from the metal netting of the contraption's making, and folds it meticulously. the volcano that had once been growing within his stomach now begins to unsettle, sending a scratch up his throat and as he goes to cough, he comes to the life-altering conclusion that he cannot suppress these feelings. but he has to, and the only way he knows how to is to eject himself.

"i've actually uh.. got a lot of assignments to do." looking around the virtually empty laundry room, jaemin looks to her, offering an apologetic smile. "i'll probably leave this here and come back when the hour is done." jaemin knows himself: if he is to ignore whatever these... feelings are, he needs to avoid them.

@❛ jaemin n。 she grants him some space to hop out of the laundry cart, trailing slowly behind him to where their washed sheets were, and although her hands busy themselves with stuffing the quilts she's provided into the dryer, her mind rather replays the scene before her. and for a second, a sinful thought crosses her mind; she yearns for his touch. it was so brief, almost regretting her chance to bask in it, and at the moment, it's all she desires. wait, no. this is wrong- on a multitude, absolutely endless stream of levels. she has a boyfriend, someone for her back... back home, where he wasn't. her eyes close for a small second, inhaling steadily to try and drive away the urge for her to just grasp onto his hand, slipping her lithe digits through his for her to just /hold/. it was so strange. how could she long for someone she barely has gotten to touch the surface of, nevertheless covet for their touch, someone who /wasn't/ her boyfriend. god, she's a fool. she tosses some dryer scent sheets in the machine, pressing the button to start it and ghosts her finger over her ear to where he lingers. she doesn't know what to associate this feeling with, and it piles in her mind undoubtedly. the best thing she can do is.. ignore it. yeah, that's the better option. "do you usually put a specific scent with your laundry? mine's lilacs."

@❛ heejin j。 for a moment, likely the shortest sliver of time to ever exist in the universe, time is stilled and all that lives in the moment is them, the two of them. in that shortened timeline of their single existence, all is right. fingers lingering ever so softly against the gentle fabric of her skin, jaemin can do little but stare. stare at her, at the reality that each person in the world, at least once in their life, will come to discern two courses of actions: to plunge into desire, or to retract. and because jaemin knows that his actions are wrong, that the subject of his affections can ultimately not be pursued, he does the latter, pulling his hand back to himself. "yeah.. let's." is all he can quietly muster, propping himself out of the cushioned cart. quietly does he exchange his clothes from the washer to the drying machine, the latter roaring to life upon the commencement of its cycle. having finished before her, jaemin's eyes gloss upon the petite figure of his laundry mate, finding himself deep in thought. this is wrong, not because it feels wrong but because jaemin knows it is.

@❛ jaemin n。 [] ok sir u wanna stop right friggin there!!

"well, entertainment granted." she says, emitting a dramatic, emphasized inhale as if to convey he was quite heavy. her smiley visage is all he's seen the moment he's walked in, that and heard an influx of her own giggles- but as he carefully guides a few stray strands of hers behind the shell of her ear, their whirlwind of a laundry ride comes to a halt. she's blinking, almost dumbfounded at his gesture, and holds her breath. why's he looking.. at her so fondly, in a way that made her heart seize just at the sight. her head angles slightly, barely leaning into his touch, until it registers to her of just what they were doing in the midst of their agenda.

red flag.

she straightens gradually, brunette tousled hair no longer bombarding her peripheral. as if on cue, the noise from their washing machines come to a stop, notifying them of their dampened load. "come on, let's put our stuff in the dryer."

@❛ heejin j。 [] commence angst ;;;

despite the thrumming in his chest, jaemin does his best to calm himself and present himself as nonchalant, awaiting her push. even when she does, there is little excitement to lull his thoughts from her existence, for their unadventurous speed is not enough to pull jaemin’s focus; he had driven at speeds of 200 kilometers per hour in his career, it would take little to distract him now. if anything, it causes him to focus even greater on her. “it’s okay, i’m not here for the thrill. i just want you see you struggling to push me,” he admits with a small, albeit cheeky smile. looking up to her, seeing her freeflying hair fall in her face due to her posture of trying to manage his weight, jaemin’s body acts without thought. in a quick moment, he reaches his hand up and pushes her hair from her face, even going far as to delicately tuck some strands behind her ear.

@❛ jaemin n。 [] the way i reresd that multiple times :pleading_face:

"i know the law." she attempts to nonchalantly shrug, feigning the smoothness of his that always seems to exude (this is excluding him falling on his face). her own palms slip their way onto the sides of the laundry cart, replacing his larger ones. at first, she wheels it towards her, sensing his weight and blinks. yeah, most likely they were going to either thrash and crash, or move at the velocity of a snail. with all her surmounted might, she pushes their way between the washing machines, a noticeable delay but she keeps trying, laughing out of embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i'm not any good at this."

@❛ heejin j。 there is something, that simmers in him as he feels the natural curling of her fingers into his. he feels it deep in the pit of his stomach boiling like a pit of attraction just moments from exploding and destroying his entire existence. for the short moment in which their fingers are shared intimately, jaemin looks down to her, taking in her appearance sprawled comfortably, and for a second, a short one, he almost wishes it could be true. but the logical part of him knows that whatever he is feeling, is wrong. even if he’s never been subject to a committed relationship, jaemin is no fool to attraction. and that is where he feels wrong: there is someone else who deserves her much more than he. he feels his head spinning from the carousel of his own thoughts, so he’s grateful to help her down from the cart, one hand supporting her hand while the other grapes her hip for stability. easily, he hops over the cart and onto the cushioned blankets, thankful for the break to deliberate his own thoughts. despite the lull in his chest, he manages: “be careful, they might kick us out of here if we do.”

@❛ jaemin n。 her lips nearly meet the seraphic skin of his neck at the abrupt sharp turn they take, just almost. it isn't enough to stun her, actually, she bites back yet another laugh. subconsciously, her fingers thread themselves through his as he grasps unto the sides of the basket, perhaps it was an innate physical affection of hers, or maybe an unwinding yearn of hers taking control- she doesn't know. all she does, is that it felt.. nice. feeling the spike in his heart rate against her, she presumes its from the laps around the perimeter of the room, and their relentless laughs, for hers was synced in how it flutters. "of course, that's my real workout," now purposeful, she slowly stands as her hands grip onto his. unmounting herself, she hops onto the tiles, grinning cheekily. "i gotta warn you, we just might run into one of the machines."

@❛ heejin j。 [] yOu stop ;;;

as she attempts to muffle her adorable chortles into his chest, the bluehaired boy is caught off guard by her sudden action; this shock, instigated by the pressing of her flesh against his, causes him to nearly pummel into the machine before them. luckily, his fast learned instincts from a collective three years of high speed racing causes him to turn before the collision, narrowly avoiding a disaster. then, with a touch so soft that in any other case with such a low difference threshold he would have merely acknowledged it, her hands grace over his which hold the cart in place. this causes him to purse his lips, feeling a foreign tightness in his chest which causes them to come to full a slow stop. his breath a bit accelerated, he looks to her. “shouldn’t you push me, at some point?”

@❛ jaemin n。 [] wtf i'm so ingiignign soft stOP

the pick up in his speed is what she'd anticipate as his initial travels were lenient, her arms now slightly raising just a tad to relinquish in the mild wind that blows past her hair, another fleeting string of laughs erupting from her chest. though, she can't help but feel rather uneasy every moment he slid her past the washing machines, the anxiety of possibly crashing into one heightening within each move, but witnessing as he swiftly maneuvers his way around and his own laugh shines, that worriment dissipates into sweetened excitement, thrilling even, earning him a mellifluous guffaw. in midst of their shared chortles, she presses her cheek to his chest, the mere bulb of her nose brushing his collarbone in such an intimate way, yet oblivious to it, as he spins them. something tells her that he'd keep that promise, that she would, in fact, sleep well. "i'm glad you do, heh," her hands lower, smoothing over his without much thought. "i could use a good night's sleep, actually. so please, by all means."

@❛ heejin j。 in this moment, as her lighthearted laughs fill the air alongside the churning of the washing machines, jaemin thinks back to their first meeting, only days ago; he had been annoyed at the time, her lodging herself into his chest to nearly blow the air out of him. but now, as he relishes in the sweet euphoria of her giggles, all he wants to do is keep hearing this sound. so to pleasure his own desires, he runs a bit faster, picking up the speed whilst also trying to avoid crashing into the large machines. he was a racer, after all. smoothly, he drifts into a circle, spinning the two of them whilst an a unfamiliar laugh pours from his lips. it is her next words however, which catch him off guard. ‘we’? was it so quickly becoming the two of them? even so, he had agreed to being friends with her, not soojin—god forbid if he got their names confused. but at the same time, he nods. “i’d like that,” he says, agreeing. “maybe we can study together.” once again, he twirls then in a smooth cycle, hoping to hear more of her joyous laughs. “i’ll tire you out so you sleep well later.”

@❛ jaemin n。 to her boyfriend, he'd never describe her as such. instead, mannered, polite.. obedient. yet, as she elatedly emits small giggles, stealing occasional glances up to jaemin whilst he pushes her in the cart, her boyfriend remains ignorant, inattentive to just how good she was feeling in this very moment. how fun, convivial, affable she was and how much she covets for it. her hands raise by her shoulders, fists tensing as she laughs. "i thought i was too, but this is better." she muffles through deliberate chuckles, subconsciously leaning against his chest without meaning to. "yeah, she is— attends university with us too, we should hangout with her together sometime." it's as if them becoming attached at the hip was a done deal, wherever he went, she did and frankly, she couldn't picture herself spending her time with anyone else than her friends.