The Painter's Night Arts [A Namjin Fanfic]

Night 1: Day Arts

(unedited)

Heart hammering, Seokjin felt like he wanted to slow down his steps as he neared the art studio of his boss. What has he gotten himself into? Why did he got himself into this trouble in the first place? Is there any other way to escape it? These thoughts occur in his mind. He finally arrived in front of the door, he slowly pressed the door bell, while slowly gulping.

Am I really gonna do it? He thought.

After some moments, no one answered. He pressed it again, still no one. What was his boss doing? Was he still sleeping? It was early morning afterall. Seokjin's patience is short, and truth be told, he is actually very playful. He then, continued, pressing the doorbell no stop. 

So you won't get up huh? He thought, Wake up!

Namjoon rashly opened the door that it hit a nearby table, making a vase fall and creating a crash sound, signalling the vase getting broken into pieces. 

"Ugh, not again," Namjoon frowned. He then, stared at Seokjin, who was staring at him back with surprised eyes. Namjoon's hair was messy and his eyes still looked like it was small. His face was a bit bloated and there were bed marks on his skin, with a small drool on his lips.

Yep, he was definitely sleeping, Seokjin  thought.

"Why do you have to press the doorbell continously?" Namjoon asked, a bit annoyed.

Seokjin on the other hand, just shrugged his shoulders, "I pressed it once and suddenly it just played continously by itself. Maybe its broken?" Seokjin lied.

Namjoon just 'tsk' then moved to look at the doorbell, "Why is everything around me getting broken?" 

Namjoon just turned around while scratching the back of his head. Seokjin followed him carefully while suppressing a laugh, he finds the painter annoyingly adorable this way.

"Be careful on the broken vase," Seokjin said trying to stop lauging as they walk on the floor. Namjoon just looked at it annoyingly and then said, "Stupid doorbell," while walking away.

Seokjin immediately dashed on the kitchen and the sight caught him off-guard. There were plates that looked like it wasn't cleaned for years, a rotten smell he can't even identify what, the never ending dust on the furnitures--it was a disaster. 

What is this painter doing? He thought. He went to find cleaning materials immediately which he found on a cabinet and started cleaning. Washing the dishes and wiping the dusts, making everything sparkly and neat. After cleaning he immediately had cooked.

Namjoon, who went back to sleeping was woken up yet again by a good smell. When he slowly walked to the kitchen, his eyes widened, "What is this place--?"

"It's your kitchen what else?" Seokjin nonchalantly answered while preparing plates. 

Namjoon sat and Seokjin prepared him breakfast, "I don't know what you eat on breakfast, bread, rice or what--"

"Something light" Namjoon immediately answered.

"O...okay," Seokjin followed, "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee," Namjoon immediately answered without looking at him. For some reason, Namjoon felt giddy. His internal organs felt like it's doing flips with the thought someone cooked and cleaned his kitchen, he doesn't want to admit it, but he was deeply touched.

Seokjin immediately placed the hot coffee on Namjoon's table and when he was about to turn away, he caught a glimpse of Namjoon smiling sweetly at him... but it quickly disappeared.