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The next day is awful. I can tell as soon as I spot Namjoon that he slept as terribly as I did. His eyes are heavy, cheeks and nose a reddish tint from the constant sneezing and dust swirling around in the air. It's so thick that I got choked twice last night myself.

"I vote we air the place out," I admit, watching him nod his head in silence.

However, first, since we're still tired, we take a little while to fully wake up. Of course, I open all the windows and let in some fresh air on the bottom floor, then walk over to the couch and lay down next to him on the massive piece of furniture.

We don't say anything, only letting ourselves drift in and out of sleep until eventually, we decide to get up after a couple of hours pass.

"It's going to rain," Namjoon sits up with a blank expression. "I can smell it in the air," he admits quietly while I sit up, too.

"Then let's air out the place before it starts," I say, standing up only to suddenly feel his tight grip wrap around my wrist abruptly.

He shakes his head with his jaw clenched. "No, you need to stay inside. I'll air out everything outside. Cook some breakfast while I do the rest. We'll work together," he adds, sounding worried yet also weird.

When he releases his grip on my wrist, I slowly walk into the kitchen where I begin to cook a simple meal for the two of us. It's basic enough to where nearly everyone knows how to cook such an easy meal, but I still hope I don't screw it up somehow.

In between the time I begin collecting the ingredients to prepare the meal, I watch Namjoon come back and forth into the cabin.

I watch him carry outside pillows, pillow sheets, bed sheets, and the top of our mattresses, too. Of course, when I offer to lend a hand, he declines and continues on his way outside.

While cooking, I watch him continuously come in and out of the cabin, taking down window curtains, unraveling blankets, and other fabric types of materials such as the throw pillows on the couch.

He places some of the furniture on the porch while hanging up the blankets on an old clothing line that's to the side of the cabin outside. I watch him try his best to air out the furniture while watching him beat it with a stick.

Knowing him, I say nothing and let him do whatever he feels like.

However, when I start hearing small raindrops and a distant clap of thunder, I place the finished food on a plate to the side and turn off the stove. I decided to stick my head outside the door and call after him.

I watch him rush around to the front of the cabin where he carries all kinds of sheets and blankets in his hands. Rushing inside, he tosses them on the couch while going back outside for more.

This time I decide to help and follow after him where he begins to get one of the mattresses he has pressed up against the side of the cabin.

He says nothing this time when I start to help, but I know it's because the rain is starting to fall faster.

"Take that side, and I'll take this one," he mentions while grabbing it from the bottom this time.