Laundry Mishap || M
►Character: Vixx’s Ravi || You
►Summary: Guess what a laundry mishap can do; When a handsome, musician named Wonshik lives next door
►Word Count: 4 639
► This was requested by anon long time ago
Your teeth dig into your lower lips, too tight that you might draw blood any second. Fidgeting in your seat, you set your glare on your spinning clothes in the washing machine in front of you. “Don’t be mad at the machine, it’s innocent.” You flinched when the throaty voice startled you, pulling you back to earth. Glancing to your right where a lean figure with hair dark as midnight sat with an amused smirk plastered on his face, it’s your neighbour, Wonshik. You live in the apartment complex with this hot neighbour of yours and currently, both of you were in the laundry room and the reason why you’re glaring daggers at the only washing machine that’s operating at the mean time is because in there is your clothes, along with Wonshiks. Earlier, you decided to do the laundry late at night since there’s no one usually doing the laundry at this hour so it’s gonna be empty. Being a klutz you are, you didn’t check the washer if it’s empty or not. Loading your laundry basket empty, you started the machine when Wonshik entered, a detergent bottle in the other hand, staring at you and the machine. You flinched once again when the machine produced a loud ding, signaling that it has finished its duty. Jumping to your feet, you quickly unload the tangled, wet clothes into a basket. Wonshik chuckled. You felt your cheek burnt, a blush spread to your ears. “I’m so sorry..” Wonshik clucked his tongue. “I said it’s okay, everybody makes mistakes.” You bite your lips again. He crouched down on the opposite side of the basket, starting to separate his clothes. Mimicking his action, you quickly detangle the wet fabrics. Wonshik stole a glance at you, his lips still twitched with a small smirk. You were cursing at yourself in your head, your heart was pounding hastily in your chest.