Sunrays And Sundays

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A crash followed by rattling and cursing came from the kitchen, waking me. Confused I get up and set my feet on the cold floor, I knew by the awkward clatter of other plates it was no other than joon.

"Joon? How did you even get in?"

Namjoon looked at me sheepishly and sets the pots he dropped down.

"You've kept your keys in the same spot for three years Taelin."

I nod in defeat and put my hands in the air before sitting at the little dining island.

"Did you come to eat my food without me knowing?"

"Yep but I failed"

"Yeah obviously."

I smiled at Namjoon shaking my head.

"Im going to go take a shower."

The tall man turned around frowning.

"You're not going to eat breakfast?'

"No remember last time you and Jungkook tried to make dinner and his potatoes stuck to the plate?"

Namjoon pursed his lips into a thin line and slowly nodded turning back around to the stove.

I grabbed my towel from my room completely forgetting clothes.

I wonder if Hoseok is already at the shop?

I locked the bathroom door and turned the water on twisting the nob all the way to the right, the highest setting. The bathroom filled with steam as I race against time to get my clothes off only having thirty minutes to get to my flower shop.

Another small crash came from the kitchen as I rinsed my hair under the scalding hot water before hopping out.

"If he broke something he's paying for it... Wait MY CLOTHES.

I quickly wrap the towel around my body and do the dash to my room immediately locking the door, I'm surprised I didn't slip on the way in.

I throw on a quick nirvana t-shirt and faded jeans because why not?

My hair was still wet so I quickly tried to dry it with the towel but it wasn't really working giving up I throw it into a bun and go.

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