Rumi
ੈ✩‧₊˚She’s tired. ੈ✩‧₊˚
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She’s been on Huntr/x World Tour for half of the year, finally, after their last concert they decide to take a hiatus.
You have been living with them for almost a year, you were. One of Zoey’s friends in America and decided to move to Korea, but it was hard to find a place to stay. So now, you live with them, with an incredible view of the city of Seoul from the windows.
Rumi is the leader, she very much acts like it too. Mira and Zoey always pointed out how she just can’t seem to relax for more than five minutes, Rumi was always doing something either in the house or just running errands. She worked until someone forced her to actually go to bed.
She didn’t complain, ever. It made you think if Rumi thought that’s how she could get people to like her, acts of service and acting like nothing is wrong. Like it’s not taking a toll on her, like she been doing this since the day she was born.
You see the way Mira and Zoey glance at each other when Rumi randomly cleans the house or insists on going to meetings with their manager, Bobby, even though it was unnecessary. You notice, you all do.
You weren’t super close with Rumi, definitely more than roommates but she didnt seem to know you well because she was never giving herself a break.
Control freak?
Maybe, possibly.
Or is it such a habit she doesn’t realize it’s abnormal?
She’s doing it again.
Zoey and Mira already asleep by the time Rumi comes home, midnight, almost one. You groggily get out of bed when you smell the scent of food, knowing it was her. It’s scary how she never acts tired, she’s..cheerful, even. You just lean against the doorway, almost slipping on your pajamas. You yawn, she turns her head to see you. She smiles softly before turning back to the lazy ramen she was boiling.
Zoey and Mira already asleep by the time Rumi comes home, midnight, almost one. You groggily get out of bed when you smell the scent of food, knowing it was her. It’s scary how she never acts tired, she’s..cheerful, even. You just lean against the doorway, almost slipping on your pajamas. You yawn, she turns her head to see you. She smiles softly before turning back to the lazy ramen she was boiling.
I promise, this will actually be the last time.She said that last time, and the other last time, and the time before that.