♛━ ultraviolence; joonmyun & kyungsoo
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Joonmyeon nods, stepping aside so his cousin can come in. He quickly looks around, making sure the room behind him is immaculate (even though he’d already checked it - twice). His apartment has always been very minimalistic, all his belongings stored away or positioned neatly around the various rooms. There’s no clutter - his head is cluttered often enough, so he at least likes to keep his living space tidy.
"Then just hyung for me. Or whatever you prefer, really, I’m not too fussy about formalities." He takes a step back inside his apartment when the other comes in, his welcoming smile slipping just a bit as he swallows. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes are beginning to seem more familiar to him, and in a way, Kyungsoo resembles his mother. That makes Joonmyeon feel uneasy. He really doesn’t want to think about his mother.
"You won’t be a burden, don’t worry. I take good care of guests, so I’m sure your time here will be satisfactory." Too stiff. "Do you want me to take your bag to your room?" He wonders where the rest of his cousin’s luggage is, but then again, if Kyungsoo’s parents had been anything like Joonmyeon’s parents, maybe he’d packed as light as Joonmyeon had when he’d left them for the first time. "Your mother has nothing to worry about. You will be perfectly safe in this apartment, granted you follow my rules. That probably makes me sound like an uncool dad, but… there are some things you need to be made aware of before you settle."
The rest of Joonmyeon's home is the same from what he'd seen from the doorway; clean, minimalist, and dare he say, oddly sterile. Kyungsoo's sure to trail carefully behind Joonmyun, feeling very out of place among the expensive interior. Curious nonetheless, he cranes his neck and stands on his toes. Guiltily, he searches for any flaws among his cousin's home. Any stubborn stains, or chipped paint. Unsurprisingly enough, he's not met with any.
"Hyung," he tests the term on his tongue. Kyungsoo's never really had anyone to call hyung, and he's quickly enjoying it. This is good; Mother was right. No longer will Kyungsoo be driven up the walls by his own subconscious; he'll have a hyung, for the time being at least. The change in surroundings should do well in soothing his sleeping habits. Or, at least Kyungsoo hopes they will.
"Ah-- you don't have to," he declines in the most polite manner he can, shaking his head. "I've got my bag just fine," Kyungsoo assures with a hum. "Rules?" Giggling a bit at the use of 'uncool dad', his simpers die down upon facing Joonmyeon forward. He hands his full attention, tilting his head expectantly.
