Brother's Keeper || kim namjoon

ch 27: unexpected visitor

The morning sun cast a warm glow on the city as I gathered my belongings, memories of a delightful weekend with Namjoon, Yuna, and Minji lingering in my mind. The scent of coffee still hung in the air, a reminder of the laughter and camaraderie shared in Namjoon's apartment.

"Thanks for having us over, Namjoon. It was a blast," I expressed my gratitude, smiling at him while adjusting the strap of my backpack.

Namjoon grinned, "Anytime, Jiah. You know I'll still see you around. I have to visit Hoseok, after all."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Sure, use my brother as an excuse. But seriously, thanks for everything."

Yuna and Minji echoed their appreciation, expressing their thanks for Namjoon's warm hospitality. As we descended the stairs to the parking lot, our backpacks slung over our shoulders, the weekend's adventures seemed to be neatly packed away with them.

In Yuna's car, we chatted and laughed, the pleasant aftertaste of the weekend lingering. I called my mother, informing her of my journey back home. Yuna skillfully navigated the streets until we reached my house, where an unusual emptiness greeted us.

After thanking Yuna for the ride, I entered my house to find it silent and still. With a sigh, I headed upstairs to my bedroom, dropping my backpack on the floor. The remnants of the weekend clung to my clothes, prompting me to gather them and toss them into the washing machine.

As the laundry spun, I decided to make the most of my free time. Cleaning became a therapeutic activity, and I moved through the rooms with purpose, restoring order before my parents returned. A sense of accomplishment settled as I surveyed the tidy space.

Turning my attention to academics, I opened my laptop, curious about any updates from my psychology professor. To my delight, a series of emails awaited me, each containing valuable documents related to our ongoing topics. Gratitude filled me as I immersed myself in the wealth of knowledge before me.

I decided to focus on two specific documents, absorbing the intricacies of psychological concepts and jotting down notes. The quiet house provided an ideal environment for concentration. The clock ticked away, and soon hunger nudged at my senses.

A break for lunch seemed fitting, and I retreated to the kitchen to prepare a simple yet satisfying meal. Balancing my plate and notes, I found solace in the routine of nourishment and learning.

The afternoon sun bathed my room in a gentle glow as I returned to my studies. The hum of the washing machine provided a rhythmic backdrop to my exploration of psychological theories. The concepts came to life, and my understanding deepened with each passing moment.

As I finished delving into the intricate details of the documents my professor had sent, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. With a sigh, I closed my laptop and decided it was time to refuel. Heading back downstairs to the kitchen, I prepared a small lunch, but my mind couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of Namjoon and the delightful time we spent together at his apartment over the weekend.

After savoring my meal, I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom. Just as I settled in, a sudden knock on the front door startled me. Curiosity getting the better of me, I cautiously approached the peephole and was relieved to recognize the unexpected visitor – Jeongin, my partner from the presentation we did weeks ago.

"Hey, Jiah! Long time no see," Jeongin greeted with a friendly smile as I opened the door.

Surprised but pleased to see him, I welcomed him in. "Jeongin, what brings you here?"

He shifted nervously, "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I've been struggling with the recent coursework, and I was wondering if you could help me out. I remember you being quite thorough with these concepts."

Grateful for the compliment, I agreed, "Of course, come on in. Let's study together."

Rushing upstairs to gather my materials, I returned to the living room where Jeongin was waiting. We spent the next few hours dissecting paragraphs and unraveling complex concepts. I explained each idea patiently, ensuring he grasped the intricacies.

Amid our study session, the door swung open, and my parents returned home. "Jiah, we're back!" my mom called out.

Introducing Jeongin, I said, "Mom, Dad, this is Jeongin. We're working on a project together."

My parents greeted him warmly, expressing their pleasure at meeting my study partner. "Any friend of Jiah's is welcome here," my dad said with a smile.

As the evening wore on, Jeongin and I continued our diligent study, occasionally sharing a laugh or discussing unrelated topics to break the monotony. Time flew, and eventually, Jeongin had to leave.

"Thanks a lot, Jiah. I appreciate your help," he said, gathering his belongings.

"No problem, Jeongin. Anytime you need assistance, feel free to ask," I assured him.

Walking him to the door, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected company. "It was nice catching up," Jeongin said, bidding farewell.

After he left, I reflected on the productive day and the surprising turn of events. Little did I anticipate that a quiet day of studying would transform into a shared venture with Jeongin. As I prepared to wind down, I couldn't shake the satisfaction of having been able to help a friend in need.

Closing the chapter on the day, I smiled at the unpredictability of life, embracing the unexpected moments that added depth to the routine.