for the rest of the day, mark didn't see the boy. for some reason, that made him a little less happy than the normally wasn't.
he frowned. instead of running out of the starbucks as he did usually, he took his time.
he walked to the elevator and didn't happen to have anyone in it. except mark.
he arrived at his appartment, and opened the door. it smelled burnt.
namjoon was sitting on the counter, holding his thumb under water.
"what happened here?" i asked, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. "and what's burning?"
he looked up with a nervous smile.
"well, i went to get the pizza rolls out of the oven and..."
suddenly, jin appeared.
"he tried to get pizza rolls out of the oven without a mit. also, he put them in for an hour and twenty minutes instead of twelve minutes." jin laughed, handing namjoon an ice pack.
i rolled my eyes. "nice one, grandpa joon."
i walked into my room, flopping on my bed. i was so tired, is didn't even remember the boy in the elevator.
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