“Joon!” I yelled, adjusting my hold on the laundry.
I waited for a few seconds only to hear no reply.
“Kim Namjoon!” I cried out once more, my patience running thin.
I tapped my foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for his reply.
“I swear to-“ I muttered under my breath before finally screaming.
“RAP MONSTER. R TO THE M I’M A MUF-“
(A/N: In case you didn’t know these are lyrics from RM’S mixtape song “Monster” 😂)
“OKAY OKAY I’M HERE!” Namjoon yelled, running to me with his hands raised in the air.
“Geez I thought zombies would have taken over the world before you got here,” I rolled my eyes, fighting the grin that threatened to take over my features.
“Well I’m here now,” Namjoon sighed. “Now what were you screaming at me for Y/N?”
“I need to rush to work. I’m already late by 5 minutes,” I checked my watch before shoving the pile of clothes in my arms into Namjoon’s.
“So I need you to do the laundry. I would do it myself after work but the pile is huge and it needs to get cleaned today.”
“I-but wait-Y/N this is too much at once I-“
“Detergent is somewhere next to the washing machine. It’s blue in colour you won’t miss it. I’ll be back in about 2 hours,” I called out, tugging on my coat and grabbing my things before rushing out the door.
“BYE JOON!” I sang, not bothered to hear his protests.
It’s only fair he did the laundry for once anyway.
I dropped my keys in the trinket tray and my bag the floor.
“Namjoon?” I called out, walking into the suspiciously quiet apartment.
Before I could call out for him again, a loud groan broke the silence of the apartment.
Curious, I walked towards the service balcony where the sound seemed to come from.
“Joon?” I said, slightly intimidated by the strange silence.
As I neared the balcony where the washing machine was, I heard another strangled groan and a strange squelching sound. The sound was like someone repeatedly pounding on a wet surface which made me feel all the more curious.
“Joon what the heck are you doing?” I laughed slightly, turning into the service balcony before halting in my steps.
Before my eyes was Namjoon sitting on the floor with his legs spread out, roughly running his hand back and forth.
There was a distinct mint smell in the air and the whole washing machine and the corner it was in was flooded with a mountain of bubbles.
“Namjoon. What. The. Fu-“
“Hire trucks because we need them!” Namjoon yelled, throwing the towel in his hand on the floor, causing a loud slapping sound.
“For what?” I cried in exasperation, allowing my hands drop against my sides.
“To... I don’t know pick up and collect all these bubbles,” Namjoon mumbled, a pout forming on his lips and his chin beginning to jut out.
“Okay let’s just start with what the heck did you do?” I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“I don’t know I put the detergent into the pocket like I was supposed to,” Namjoon groaned, handing me the blue bottle that was sitting in the bubbles.
I grabbed the bottle, inspecting the label before doing a double take.
“Oh my god Joon,” I forced out a laugh, raising my head to the skies.
“You put mouthwash into the machine instead of detergent.”
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