|| Enemies to Lovers/ Roommates AU||
Lindsay walks into the room, trips on absolutely nothing, and falls flat on her face.
That's just her luck, and she's used to it.
She was sent off to spend a week with the perfect teenage boy, Namjoon, whom she...
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"Now, you be safe, Seo-Jun." Namjoon winked as he helped the younger Kim shrug on his backpack before kneeling to adjust the collar of his shirt.
"Come on, hyung." Seo-Jun groaned exasperatedly with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "I'm not a four-year-old on his first day of school. I'll be fine."
"Shut up, Seo-Jun. The last time you said that, you left your backpack in your classroom" Namjoon simply stated. "I mean, how could you forget your backpack out of all things when coming home from school?" Backing up, Namjoon flashed an amused smirk, finally satisfied with the appearance of his younger brother.
Soon after they've finished having their breakfast to start the day off on a great foot, Namjoon and Seo-Jun, together with Lindsay found themselves on the front porch waving Seo-Jun off to his Botany classes. One of Seo-Jun's close friends had offered to give him a ride along with them, to which the Kims have so kindly accepted. Namjoon was especially pleased with this arrangement as this means he gets enough time and the house all to himself to clean up after last night's party, and it was certainly not an exaggeration to say the least that the living room looked like a wild animal zoo.
Within a couple of minutes, Seo-Jun was running, with a beaming smile, towards the white Hyundai that have just come to a halt on their front lawn. With some cheerful waves through the rolled down windows from the backseat of the car to the two teenagers on the porch, Seo-Jun was off for the day.
As the golden rays of the rising sun filtered in through the windowpanes, Namjoon and Lindsay surveyed the utterly disheveled living room before them. Aftermath from last nights parties with rugged teenagers. Namjoon, a clean freak as much as he is a perfectionist, winced at the sight of streamers of all glossy colors wrapped around furniture, and the furniture-- good heavens-- were not in their correct places at all. On the way in, Lindsay thought she had seen an upturned armchair left on the porch completed with toilet paper wrapped around it.
No clue what the story behind that could be.
As Namjoon sighed and took a step forward, there was an unmistakable crunch of a soda can beneath his shoe. The sight caused his face to distort into an expression of absolute disgust.
Revolting, he shuddered.
Namjoon took a sharp breath before strutting over to the middle of the deranged room. "Right," he said, clasping his hands together trying not to cringe at the room. "For those of you who have the decent living standard of a human being, you may have undoubtedly arrived at the conclusion that this place looks worse than a pig farm."
"There's only me here besides you in this room, but yes, it is quite the mess." Lindsay chimed in, kicking a disposable paper cup away from her path.
"Yeah, I need to clean up," Namjoon sighed to himself. He picked up a feather duster before pointing at Lindsay with it. "Clumsytoes, it will be better if you could hang out with a friend today and be out of the house, because the depth of cleaning that is needed here requires an empty room, and not to mention, that it will be quite a headache for you to hang around while I clean up."
