starter for @tinyboibigheart ft mouse
The key turns in the lock, and with a jingle of key rings Mouse slowly unlocks the other’s apartment and pushes the door open, stepping in to the quiet, dark place. With a sigh he shuffles in, convenience store plastic bag swinging in his spare hand as he moves to kick off his trainers and slip on Jiwoo’s house slippers. Once inside he drops the keys in the bowl and collects the letters from the mat to lay out on the side, with the pile from the last time he was here. Jiwoo had left him keys to sort mail, water his plant and have a place to go, should he need it. Truth of it was Mouse both hated and loved coming here. It was clean and quiet, Jiwoo had a better TV then his crappy old box a mile deep, had more channels, nicer neighbourhood and better heating/air con... but at the same time, it depressed him how quiet it was, and how lonely it felt.
Flicking the kettle on once he enters the kitchen, Mouse dumps the convenience food he’d bought in it’s bag on the counter, and moves over to water the plant by the window sill. Leaning down he gazes at it’s green leaves, dark bags under his own eyes and a little stubble on his chin. He’d forgotten to shave, he has no one to remind him. Or to care if he skips a meal or forgets to shower.
After pouring some water into the soil, he attacks a instant-noodle pot, just as the kettle clicks and he sets about making himself dinner. Spicy sausage and chicken noodles... wasn’t exactly what he was used to having around here, but it was about all he could make. Then he’s settle down to watch whatever film was on, eat his dinner and wait for Jiwoo to read his text and reply... 9.30 and he still hadn’t seen it.
msg: going to the flat now. plants still alive. miss you
By 11 he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, so forces himself up, kicks off his jeans and crawls into Jiwoo’s bed, with another, unhappy sigh he checks his phone one last time, before curling up on his side to sleep.
