♪ A soft chuckle escaped his lips at the other’s comment, simply nodding his head as he began to pull out his keys from his pocket. The long hallway consisted of only three rooms, Taemin’s being the one at the very end. It was dark with only a few lit light bulbs along the walls, dim but light enough to lead the way. A sort of silence fell upon him with Francesco’s question and he didn’t mean to be so silent and hesitant about answering but at the same time it was still something he didn’t like to think about. “A flatemate..” He mumbled, “Something like that. I bought this flat for the both of us and I knew he’d love it.” He said, a very faint smile on his lips as he flipped through his keys. “Anyway, make yourself at home.” He stuck the key into the hole and turned it, hearing the lock click before he pushed the door open.
Letting Francesco inside first, he followed in after and turned the small dial beside the door that adjusted the light settings— which mostly lit up the entire flat. Seeing as it was so late, he made the lights dim. “Can I get you a drink or anything?” He asked politely as he slipped off his boots beside the door, already making his way across the carpeted floor and towards the open kitchen. One thing he loved about his flat was that everything was open— aside from his bedroom and the bathroom, those rooms being the only ones with doors.
The silence which had reigned did not go by unnoticed by the other man, as eyes lingered on the familiar figure of Taemin. A silence could speak, that was something Francesco had learnt a long time ago. That one should never take silence as mere silence, but read what it told you, if you could. Although it was not the same as being told in words, it held ample of information within it. For these reasons he merely hummed out a quiet sound, keeping himself from making any comment on what Taemin did say, once that silence had ended. Instead he focused his eyes on what he could see of the apartment, as he leaned down to quietly take off his black boots.
A drink, his mind repeated inwardly, the words curling with mischief, and for a brief moment, a rough grin passed over his pale, full lips, whilst Taemin was looking away. “That depends”, was what he said, words soft velvet as he walked further into the apartment, a slow spin around giving his eyes opportunity to scan the surrounding. “Perhaps later”, he added idly, before turning his head to let his eyes rest on the human. “You wanted to know what I would want in return for letting you use my London flat”, he said. “Are you squeamish, Taemin-ssi?”
