House Keys

boring, boring

Every day had been normal as always for Kim Namjoon. He'd wake up, go to work, volunteer, order a healthy dinner, bathe and go to bed, then repeat.

It was boring. Very boring. The only joy the 24 year old got was when he went to the library and the grocery store. One quiet and calm whilst the other was busy and loud.

He loved how they contrasted.

Today was the day he restocked his kitchen. Namjoon didn't know much about cooking, but his friend Kim Seokjin did. Jin often tried to teach Namjoon easy, but tasty recipes he could make on his own.

But secretly, he felt like it was just a waste of time. Namjoon can't even cut an onion.

And so, Namjoon made his way out of his house. He made sure to grab his house keys. He clipped them onto his belt loop. Namjoon often dropped his keys, but luckily, he never got too far without noticing it.

Namjoon climbed into his car and drove to the store, quietly playing "fools" by Troye Sivan. Once he arrived at the market, Namjoon spent 10 minutes trying to find a parking space before he entered the store.

He walked around the store picking items that seemed good enough to cook with, a few instant meals, and of course some snacks. Namjoon had a certified sweet tooth. The only problem was he kept going back and forth between the spices aisle because he didn't know what he needed to use for making 킴치.

He dropped his keys.

But someone else picked them up.

By the time this person wanted to give them back, Namjoon had been getting in his car. It was a good thing this person saw a glimpse of his face, otherwise, who would he return them to?

He followed Namjoon to his house and as he pulled up, he could see Namjoon frantically patting his belt loops and his pockets.

"Where are my keys!" He cried out.

The man walked up to Namjoon, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

"I have your keys. Sorry." The man said.

"You...have my house keys..."

"I think they're yours. I just took them and saw you walking away. Sorry."

"SORRY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY?!! YOU STOLE MY FUCKING HOUSE KEYS!"

"I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR HOUSE KEYS! YOU DROPPED THEM!"

"NO YOU FUCKING STOLE THEM. THEY WERE CLIPPED TO MY WAIST. HOW COULD THEY HAVE FALLEN OFF?!!"

"CLEARLY YOUR KEY CHAIN IS BROKEN! I JUST PICKED THEM UP AND CAME TO FIND YOU. I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!"

"YOU'RE A LIAR!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME! I. DID. NOT. STEAL. YOUR. HOUSE. KEYS! YOU DROPPED THEM ON THE FLOOR!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU SAYING SORRY?!!"

"BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THAT'S WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOU FEEL APOLOGETIC. I FELT BAD THAT YOU DROPPED THEM AND I WASN'T ABLE TO GIVE THEM TO YOU IN THE STORE!"

The man shoved Namjoon's keys into his hand, an angry blush taking over his face.

"This is the thanks I get for trying to help." He said. He took his own keys out of his pocket and started his car.

Namjoon stared, now feeling regretful and apologetic. Quickly he called out to to the man.

"WAIT!"

But he was too late. The man had already pulled off as soon as Namjoon opened his mouth.

"i'm sorry."