the clean up crew
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this was it.
this was going to be his first taste of freedom --- he could feel it in his bones, a better life awaited him. ( not that the life his aunt so selflessly provided wasn’t good -- it was! if not slightly suffocating ) leaving with his aunt had taught him plenty of life lessons -- most of all, how much jaemin wished for his own space. of course, this ‘own space’ wasn’t really his own -- he did have a roommate closer to his age -- it just meant no more of his aunt, hyesun, snooping around his room or nagging in his ear to get a life! ; sure, she meant well but jaemin could only take so much of her exaggerated exasperation on a daily basis.
he didn’t really have much stuff and it wasn’t like he was going to bring everything along with him to his new place -- but still, he enjoyed the help of jaeyoon as they began breaking ground in his new room ; boxes lay at their feet, torn and opened and ready to be fixed in the new place. hyesun had offered to help but jaemin already knew by the tears in her eyes as he woke up that morning, on the fateful moving day, that it would take much longer if she was in their presence. there was no stopping an emotional woman like her once she got the waterworks going.
“hey --” he passes a wave of acknowledgement to the older male as he rips another box open, “thanks for helping me move, again. you know how aunt hyesun can get ... i’d rather not have all that today.” any other day would have been fine, but jaemin also didn’t want to weird his new roommate out when she came back home to see a crying middle aged woman in her living room.