Room A6

Dumped

"We should probably start the outlines," Jin said, pulling up a chair to stand on, and sketching the light outline of trees starting at the top of the massive canvas.

"Namjoon," Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's shoulder and he spun around fast, "Whoa... Easy there. I won't bite," Yoongi laughed. "Come help me get some paint from my place," Yoongi stood on his tip toes and peered over Namjoon's shoulder, "Some ACRYLIC paint," he shouted, locking eyes with an irate and seemingly perpetually bitter Jimin.

Namjoon turned to Jimin and let out a lighthearted laugh. But as he turned back around, he noticed Yoongi was already gone, and all he saw was a tuft of white hair flash by the door.

~

Namjoon jogged down the hall until he was by Yoongi's side.
"Where are we going, man?" He said, exasperated.

"We're going to my studio really quickly. The paint here is awful." Yoongi said in a snappy tone, "I brought you because everyone else knows how to get there already. It's where we do our bigger projects."

"There are projects bigger than a ten by thirteen foot mural?" Namjoon was amazed, but he didn't want to appear too intrigued. After all, this project was temporary, and he didn't plan on sticking around long after it.

"We don't just do school projects, Namjoon. We do international projects," Yoongi whispered in a tone that infatuated Namjoon. Now he was really impressed.

"Really!? Like what!" he began to grow excited.

"I'm kidding, dude," Yoongi rolled his eyes, "The studios all mine. We don't do projects there. I'm just bringing you because you're new, and the studio is almost like an... I don't know, a clubhouse. It would be awkward if we never invited you there, since it's just the seven of us," Yoongi elbowed Namjoon in the ribcage, causing him to trip his footwork. "Not very light on your feet, are you, Namjoon?" Yoongi laughed to himself.

"Shut up," Namjoon said. He could now tell why the argument about paint types got so intense. Namjoon didn't find Jimin's behavior so irrational anymore. It was justified.

Yoongi was an asshole.

~

Yoongi said that his studio was just around the corner, and Namjoon assumed it would be a two minute drive. Except, of course, Yoongi didn't have a car. So, in the hot, mid-springtime sun, the pair walked a mile and a half to Yoongi's place in an old mill building.

Yoongi turned the key to get into the studio apartment. As they walked in, Namjoon heard the shower running.
"Who do you live with?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi groaned, "I live alone,"

And Namjoon could tell. The place was a mess. In one corner, there was a queen-sized mattress with no spring-box or bedframe. There was a massive television mounted on the wall, and there was an array of kitchen appliances, with a bathroom, and closet off of the opposite end. It was a one room place, aside from the toilet. And it was all trashed. Namjoon couldn't find a washing machine, which explained the heap of clothes next to Yoongi's bed.

"Awfully big bed for someone who lives alone," Namjoon commented, as he still heard the shower running.

"Well sometimes my girlfriend stays over, and I'd be an asshole if I put her on the couch." He said in annoyance.
"Babe, it's me" he shouted at the bathroom door. No answer.