‣ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐍 has hated each other since forever. not a day goes by where they're not constantly bickering but that was until off, one day, has a really dirty dream of him and gun. now the fellow can't even seem to face him without...
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SATURDAY — DAY ONE
a rhythmic set of knocks echoed through off's apartment. just a few minutes prior, he received a text from gun, informing him that he just arrived at his apartment complex and was on his way to his unit.
dragging his feet, off made his way to the door, giving the living room one last critical sweep. it wasn't perfect, but it was clean enough. the throw blanket was folded neatly on the arm chair, his console was turned off, and there were no random socks or instant ramen cups in sight. good enough.
as he opened the door, his eyes landed on gun who had yet to notice him. gun was standing there with his head down, thumbs tapping quickly at his phone screen. he seemingly looked as though he was about to text off again.
off couldn't help but seem to be clearing his throat which made gun look up. "oh," he said flatly, eyes flickering up and down like he wasn't sure if off was real or just a very boring fever dream. then, without waiting for so much as a "come in," gun brushed past off and walked into the apartment, somewhat skeptical about the whole arrangement.
off on the other hand couldn't help but get a sense of déjà vu.
'could've said hi or something,' off thought as he shut the door quietly behind him, taking a slow, calming breath. and not because he was nervous. he was... preparing. for whatever this would turn into.
