#amelia6

Where: Low Street

Who: @ameliasbones​

It would have been difficult for anyone to not become agitated at the sight of Number Seven, swarming with DMLE officials, let alone for Clem who had already spent weeks and weeks worrying about her friend who lived there and what, to her, had felt like a more sinister plot than Daphne had seemed to see. This, the police everywhere, might have had nothing to do with that— but Clem couldn’t help but worry. She chewed on the corner of her thumbnail, a nervous habit she had been trying to kick, as she observed the street around her from the doorway of Number Five. It could have been a fruitless endeavour, but then she caught sight of Amelia, immediately hurrying over. “Amelia,” she said, jerking her head towards the house, “is everything okay?” A stupid question perhaps - it clearly wasn’t - but she didn’t know where else to start. 

Moving in with Amelia had been one of the best and easiest things that had happened to him this year. Packing his things and leaving Hyunjin behind yet again was hard, but he’d promised to keep helping his brother out with the rent until he found new roommates, so that was okay, he hoped. Plus, like he’d said, Jin needed to grow up. He was thinking about that as he brewed them some coffee and stared at the set table, waiting for Amelia to wake up that Sunday morning. Was it weird that he was already thinking about things to change here and there?

The movement coming from the master bedroom brought him back to reality and when he saw Amelia coming into the dining area, he smiled, opening his arms to welcome her in a embrace. “Hi wife.” Jaehyun wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her head, before stealing a peck from her lips. “Coffee?” He offered, but didn’t exactly wait for an answer, simply set his cup aside and then grabbed another cup, filling it for her. “It’s a nice day out, do you want to go on a roadtrip?”