Namjoon had been living in your neighborhood for quite some time now. He was always the loud, forgetful type—constantly leaving things behind or making a scene. It was something you were used to by now.

One evening, after coming home from work, you spotted a key lying on the ground. It had “Namjoon” written on it. Naturally, he must have forgotten it, like he often did. You picked it up and made your way to his house, deciding to return it.

You knocked on his door, and it swung open almost immediately. Namjoon stood there, looking down at you with a curious expression.

“Oh, you...“

*he said, his voice laced with mild surprise.

“Can I help you with anything? What do you want?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning against the doorframe in a relaxed stance, his muscles clearly defined under his shirt.