|| 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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The car's golden headlights cut through the falling snowflakes, casting an ethereal glow against the purely driven snow. As the engine purred softly, the backseat doors openly softly, and out stepped a slender female figure then followed a male, both of them clad in heavy winter wear.
The man dug his hands out of his coat pockets to hand a few shillings to the driver before bidding him farewell. He then proceeded to take the young woman's gloved hand to escort her up the stairs to a reclusive house that wasn't decorated with the Christmas spirit, unlike its neighbors..
As they mounted the steps, they came to a halt in front of the shut door completed with an old-fashioned knocker.
The young lady shivered despite the warmth of the layers of heavy clothing before pulling her knitted scarf tighter around her neck. The man gave her a soft glance from the rim of his emerald scarf, knowing full well that the frosty atmosphere wasn't the only thing making his girl shiver.
"Namjoon, I'm starting to think we've got the wrong house." the girl chuckled sheepishly trying to mask the trembling anxiety laced in her voice.
Namjoon chose to respond in silence, giving her a brief glance before reaching out and pressing the doorbell with one gloved finger, suddenly erupting a shrill ringing from the depths of the house.
There was a slight shuffle and a rummage of footsteps from the other side and with a few clicks of the locks being unlatched, the door swung open to reveal a hunched fairly middle-aged woman dressed head to toe in black with a tattered white apron wrapped around her waist.
"Can I help you, folks?" she croaked, her tiny eyes positioned in her wrinkled face looking at the couple from her bent-over posture.
Namjoon flashed one of his charming smiles before proceeding to confidently take the lead.
"Hi," he said. "We were wondering whether Mr. Ronald Sinclair lives here?"
"Yes he does," she replied, making Lindsay momentarily cringe to herself in doom. Namjoon turned to give Lindsay a brief nod before turning his attention back to the housekeeper.
"Could we please meet the kind gentleman?" he politely asked with a radiant smile. The old hag paused to eye the two of them with a suspicious look.
"And who would you people be?"
Lindsay took a shuddering breath of the frosty winter air before taking a step forward. "I'm Lindsay Sinclair," she whispered gazing directly into the woman's wrinkled eyes, feeling a sense of unexpected courage take over her spirit as she let the next set of words spill out from her.
"I'm his daughter."
***
The grand double doors shut behind them as the elderly housekeeper welcomed them in to seek refuge from the blistering blizzard outside.
