It wasn’t a 40 minute walk. It was a close to an hour walk. I put my watch away in the pocket of my dress as I turned the last corner to my house.
There was a big travel carriage in front of my house. It can’t be. I quickened my steps and there he was with boxes in his hand telling Moonbyul to be careful with certain ones.
“Joonie! It is you.”
Namjoon stepped from behind the carriage to look at me, smiling.
“You are early,” I told him awkwardly. I wanted to hug him but he was carrying boxes in his hands.
He put them down and gave me a hug. “I thought you would be happy to see me.”
“I am. I am worried that the rooms might not be ready for you.” We finally released our hug.
Namjoon carried the boxes he had put down and started walking inside. “Your maid said it was fine. Did you know she relegated me to the basement?”
“Well that’s where you belong now. Moonbyul makes all the rules in the house.” People were generally surprised at how Moonbyul and I treat each other, but I see no point in asserting dominance over a person who was older, wiser, and more knowledgeable than me.
Our basement was pretty spacious, mostly because we lacked staff. Moonbyul was the only one who worked here with the occasional gardener, who she called to help her at times.
“Only put your things that you want to store there,” Moonbyul called from the kitchen. We were inside one of the rooms that was made for the staff which hadn’t been used. “Anything you are currently working on you can put here on the staff dining table, sir. You’ll have plenty of sunlight here.”
I plopped myself on the unused bed, while Namjoon tried to make sense of his stuff.
“I prepared a bedroom for him at the end of the hall next to yours,” Moonbyul added. All of us knew that Namjoon wouldn’t sleep in bedrooms. He slept where his lab was. He used to do that even the few times he stayed with us while vacationing.
“I’ll take him upstairs in a moment, Byulie. I am tired. I walked back from central London.”
“I don’t see why you didn’t call for the carriage.”
“Wanted to walk.” And I didn’t want to bother her.
“So you are tired of your own accord.”
“Byulieeeeeee,” I whined.
“Take the boxes that are in front of the stairs upstairs. Freshen up. The dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Byulie”
“Also make sure he sleeps like in his bed tonight and maybe for a few more nights, if you could manage that.” Namjoon giggled shamelessly at this.
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