🌿 laundry rescue » hg + sj
strseiji
"Here," Honggi spoke up as he passed a cold can of soda to the boy sitting on his couch, always remembering the manners his mother taught him. Never forget to offer beverages to guests. It didn't matter if this particular guest was a childhood friend who would know by now to simply make himself at home. Giving Seiji a small but genuine smile as he turned to continue what he had been doing, the older boy moved about the living room to tidy things up, apologizing as he did so, "Don't get me wrong, I am really glad you're here to hang out, but this is my only off day this week and I have a ton of cleaning and stuff to do. We can watch a movie or something when I'm done, okay? Make yourself comfortable until then."
Despite his tendency to keep to himself, there were a small handful of friends he would happily allow to come over unannounced, and they knew it. Seiji was one of them, the boy being his oldest childhood friend except for perhaps Lu Han. They were both like brothers to him, and regardless of his mood, he was happy to have them roaming his apartment like they owned the place. He just felt pressed for time, wanting to get things organized so he didn't have to worry about tending to his apartment until his next off day. Finishing early also meant a chance to hang out with his friend, and perhaps do some writing in the evening.
A gust of wind ruffling his hair, Honggi turned to glance to the open balcony door, one of the sheets he had strung up on the clothing line outside waving about with the flow of air. Making his way over, he caught a glimpse of darkened clouds forming, wondering aloud more to himself than to Seiji, "Is a storm blowing in?" Picking up the empty clothes basket to start gathering the laundry before they were rained on, a gasp soon ripped itself from his lips when another gust of wind hit as he was unclipping some clothespins, a few loosened clothing items being carried off with the breeze and landing a ways away from the apartment. "Shit," he cursed, peering over the balcony's edge helplessly before he turned to hurry back inside, heading for the front door and explaining as he passed his seated friend, "Hang on, I have some clothes to rescue."
