"I'm gonna ignore that pain for now, but for real, where are we going?" Namjoon huffed as he ran up god knows how many flights of stairs.

"Stop acting like you ran a marathon." She rolled her eyes.

Hana kicked open the door. "Welcome to my rooftop."

Hoseok and Namjoon gasped as they gazed over the area. 

"Y-you stay here?!" Hoseok spluttered.

"Well, yeah." She gave him a 'duh' look.

"Wow..." Namjoon ran over the area, before deciding to scream too.

Hana and Hoseok looked at each other.

"And I thought you were the only one who was like that."

Hoseok was slightly offended, before having to agree himself.

A loud crash was heard, as both heads quickly turned.

Namjoon was laying, the trashcan and its contents, on the floor.

He looked at them sheepishly.

It was silent, until Hoseok burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHA-"

"Oh my god."

Namjoon got up, brushing his pants. "I-I didn't mean it..."

"I don't care, you're cleaning it up."

"What?"

"I said, you're cleaning it up." Hana repeated, eyes not leaving Namjoon's.

Hoseok watched the two of them on edge. Namjoon pretty much made the world his trashcan. He didn't care where he was throwing stuff, nor did he bother to pick it up.

Namjoon and Hana stared each other down for a few seconds. Then, Namjoon grudgingly walked over, knelt down, and started to pick everything up.

Hoseok stared at