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Despite having done nothing but walk prior to entering the apartment, Namjoon was practically breathless. Not in an exhausted way - more so as if his head was detached from his body, and all he could comprehend at the moment was the soft whistling of a kettle as its water was brought to a boil.
Still, Namjoon made sure to sit with a collected yet laid-back composure. Leaning against the soft pillows resting deftly on the couch, he scans the room with curiosity, ravenous to gorge any sort of knowledge he could muster about the male that had taken over his thoughts the past week.
The living room was not what he was expecting. The only artist he knew was Jungkook, who was a very forward person when it came to his hobbies. He took pride in whatever he did and made sure to hang whatever work he was satisfied with creating all over his room.
So it was surprising to him that another artist, Hoseok, had an apartment that was completely the opposite - neat and orderly. The perfectly spotless white walls displayed nothing but a few dangling plants and lights, yet there were no pictures or decorations of any sort. It almost made Namjoon want to leave the room right then, as he craved to decorate the place with aesthetic embellishments to make it more comforting than as proper as a doctor's office.
However, his thoughts slip away when he feels a soft dip in the couch beside him. Turning his head, he sees Hoseok with his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, his arms outstretched as he holds a steaming cup of tea to Namjoon.
Smiling cordially as a form of thanks, he takes it from the blond-haired male's hands and immediately feels the heat radiating from the drink.
"So what did you want me to help you with?" Namjoon finally questions, observing the way Hoseok shifts to face him as he brings his knees close to his chest comfortably. Ever since they entered his apartment he had been really quiet, as if something bothered him to be back home. For now, he could only assume a conversation would get him to stop looking so down.
"I've been really busy these past couple weeks, I have a few more things left. Assuming you don't have anything to do now that your shift is over, I figured you could maybe help me?" The end of his explanation turns into uncertainty.
Nodding, Namjoon softly blows at the drink in his hands before taking a small sip, ready to grimace as the liquid instantly warms up his mouth but he surprisingly doesn't. Hm, not too bad. After he's swallowed, he looks back at Hoseok in wonder. "What exactly with? It can't be cleaning, there's nothing to do."
Chuckling, the blond-haired boy only shakes his head. "Thanks, but my apartment is usually very messy. Actually, Yoongi was the one who cleaned it recently. The real mess is usually in the other rooms."
