There was one room in the mall that Jaemin could enter without repercussions. And in that one room that Jaemin could enter, there was a watery floor with an island floating in the center.
The room never ended, despite the label 'room'. But Jaemin didn't know what else to label it.
The floor expanded forever and there were no walls. Just floor covered in a light layer of water. It splashed if stepped in too hard and it was cool to the touch. It seemed a murky black.
The island was cartoonish at first glance, seemingly round and small with a singular palm tree sticking out of the left side. But as one walked closer, the palm tree vanished, and a house replaced the now larger looking island.
It was Jaemin's house.
Or what would have been Jaemin's residence had he not been working. He was always working.
It was a cabin. A wooden cabin. An old, wooden cabin. And Jaemin thought it was a bit ugly.
Still he pushed the door opened and make a grand gesture for his spirit guest - one Mark Lee as he had further introduced - to enter his humble abode.
It was one room; one bed; one bedside table; one lamp; one closet; one, small table; and of course, one, small chair. After further consideration, it was quite quaint and not as ugly as Jaemin had thought it to be.
"This is where you can stay while I'm working, of course you can walk around the mall if you want. But if you want to rest you can stay here." Jaemin explained softly and Mark nodded, sitting down on the bed before regarding Jaemin carefully. He blinked.
"Do you ever rest?" Mark asked gingerly and his gaze softened as his fingers curled around the thick blanket resting neatly and unused.
Jaemin paused a moment. "No, never."
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