A/N: Tagging @taehxyung because she helped me IMMENSELY with this, and coached me through the smut; also the rest of the squad: @sleevelessparkjimin@swankymin@donewithjeon for answering my q’s about kook in bed lmao. Enjoy <3
You sighed, looking up wistfully at the piece of paper held above your face containing the list you’d made for yourself the day before. It was a little over half the things you normally had to clean in the house, but you still weren’t looking forward to it given the vast size of the place you cleaned.
Grudgingly, you rolled off the fluffy white comforter of your bed, walking into your walk in closet and pulling on your uniform for the day—a pair of clean denim skinny jeans and a plain t-shirt. You slipped a pair of socks on your feet and pulled your hair up in a ponytail before grabbing your bag of cleaning supplies from the corner of your closet.
You padded out of your room, the hard wood floors cool beneath your socked feet as you made your way into the living room. On the table sat a plate with the remains of the left-overs you’d put in the fridge the night before, along with an empty cup and an open laptop. You smiled slightly, glad that he found the food you’d left for him, but also worried because he’d spent yet another night slaving over his laptop.
You decided the trash could wait, because first thing on the list was laundry. You walked across the spacious living room, looking through the streak free (courtesy of your hard work from earlier that week) floor-to-ceiling windows at the cityscape below, the sun now a bright ball of light over the horizon in the far distance.
Although your day had just begun, his was already in full swing.
His room was on the north side of the penthouse, the exact opposite from your room so that you two were very far apart. Although the features of your rooms were mostly the same—more of the vast windows, glossy, wooden floors, beds much too big for one person adorned with white sheets and fluffy white comforters—his had a different aura to it. It felt personal and kept away, instead of open and airy like your room, and every time you went in you had to remind yourself that you had permission to be in his space and touch the things in there.
You walked over to his hamper, retrieving the clothes in there and lifting them into your arms, the smell wafting off of them and hitting your nose. It was one that you’d grown accustomed to over time, but that didn’t stop you from leaning in and breathing in the clean, sweet scent of the fabrics before trekking back out and into the laundry room.
After starting the load, you went to work on your other tasks, quickly crossing off everything on your to do list. You’d woken up later on accident, so it was later when you finally finished, flopping down on the couch and wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. You checked the time on the wall, seeing that it was five o’clock on the dot, making you smile with satisfaction.
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