HEAT • Chanrosé

five

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

Chaeyoung slumped to the floor, her things piled outside her apartment door. The clothes from her closet were thrown into her suitcases, her living essentials piled into her plastic laundry basket. She didn't have much, but how it was presented in front of her made tears prick in her tired eyes.

She was getting kicked out.

The landlord had sold the building, giving them only a mere 24 hours to vacate their things, but Chaeyoung swore she had never received the notice in the first place. The landlord must have been impatient and thrown her things out, locking her from her apartment.
She had always been sketchy, a complete bitch but she never imagined the landlord would do something like this.

"What am I suppose to do?" Chaeyoung mumbled to herself, looking through her things. It was close to 4 am. Junhoe would most definitely be passed out, not even a loud phone call would wake him up from his drunken slumber.

She pulled out her phone, calling the second person to come to mind and hoped she was catching him before he had fallen asleep.

"Mm?"

"You're in bed already, aren't you?" She sighed hearing Jungkook roll around in his bed, his greeting had been barely audible. Bringing her hand to her cheek, Chaeyoung sniffed and wiped her cheek to get rid of her little tears.

"Are you crying?" He asked, his voice suddenly more alert as she heard more shuffling through the phone.

Chaeyoung voice broke, "My landlord kicked me out. She's selling the building."

"Right now?" Jungkook exclaimed, "It's 3:45 in the morning, is she insane?"

"She did it while I was work, or while we were out. All my stuff is just piled outside my door, I have no idea what to do."

"I'm leaving my place now. You can sleep here and we will figure everything else out in the morning." The loud shut of his front door could be heard.

Chaeyoung nodded, collecting herself while glancing back to the piles of her things. "Thank you, Kook." She breathed, completely grateful. Though overbearing due to his 'secret' feelings, Jungkook was someone she could count on, always.

"Of course."

Jungkook's quick steps up the stairwell of her apartment caught her attention when he arrived, his hair disheveled. She had been trying to consolidate her belongings to make it easier, questioning if she really needed the clutter that had collected since she moved in.

He helped her sift through it all, finalizing on two packed full suitcases, one box and a laundry basket full. His place wasn't far from hers, only 10 to 15 minutes but with their added load, it took longer. Chaeyoung was exhausted, her drunk fully wearing off before they even started to walk. And as she looked to Jungkook, carrying the heaviest things of them all, he looked just as tired. His normally wide eyes were puffy and his hair messy.

"I'm sorry you aren't in bed sleeping right now." She pouted as he opened the door to his placed, leaning down to re-grab the her things. Guilt was all she could feel.

He chuckled with a slight huff from the weight of the box, holding it open as he nodded her in. "I'm sorry you got kicked out of your place." 

Knowing his place well from their multiple nights after work playing video games and drinking beer after a long day, she walked in with no hesitation and set her things down in a corner. It was a small, one bedroom apartments, just enough space for an aspiring cook who wasn't home much anyways.