Jungkook nudged his head toward the inside of the apartment, my eyes drawn to the way the muscles in his back moved. He walked down the hallway to the last room, kicking the door open with his bare foot.

"The bathroom is next to your room." He set my bags on the floor while I took a quick glance around the room. It was bare of decoration but fully furnished, the blinds open so that the sun shined through too brightly.

I moved to my carry-on bag, retrieving the pack of essential products I knew I would need upon landing and tugged the elastic from my hair, combing my fingers through the ends.

"Sorry if I seemed rude earlier. The trip was really long and I feel a bit discombobulated being in a different time zone. I don't even think I got anyone else's name." I explained.

"It's okay, get settled in. Taehyung ran out to get some fresh ingredients for dinner and will be back soon. We can do proper introductions later." He assured me, tapping on the door with his knuckles before disappearing back down the hallway.

Every piece of furniture was smaller than I was used to, my wide hips brushing against the shower curtain as it fell into place. The water rose just over being lukewarm, but it could have been freezing cold as long as it washed away the sticky feeling on my skin.

Wrapped in the one towel I brought along I snuck back to my bedroom, closing the blinds and sitting on the edge of the bed with little energy left to dress. When my eyes were too heavy to ignore I willed myself to my suitcase, pulling on a vintage t-shirt of my moms and underwear. I'd barely spread my favorite blanket over the bare mattress before my head hit the flat, firm surface and my eyes closed in exhaustion.

I woke to a thick, herby scent, the clinking of pots, and a soft, jazzy melody. A different light shined through the tiny spaces between the blinds, the full moon out and casting a dim glow into my room. My body was sore and my hair still a tangled mess since I hadn't brushed through it after showering. After rubbing my eyes and blinking enough that I was fully back from sleep, I slipped into a pair of leggings, cringing at the knots that I brushed through until my hair was detangled and I could pull it into a bun.

On my walk back down the hallway I was more observant, a bedroom with an open door and messy bed across from mine, a narrower door that couldn't be more than a linen closet next to it. The left side opened into the living area and kitchen while the right extended into a gallery of art, some canvases hung and completed while others rested partially finished against the wall.

"Do you drink? I bought a Castillo di Neive Barbaresco for your welcome." Taehyung appeared at my right, holding a bottle of wine in his palm and balancing a burgundy glass between his fingers.

"I do, but I don't know much else about what you said." I affirmed, taken by his sharp jaw and mischievous, boxy smile as he poured the glass just below the halfway point. Over my shoulder I could see Jungkook, a fruit printed kitchen towel draped over one shoulder as he stirred a pot on the stove. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself. I didn't even get Jungkooks' girlfriend's name." I stumbled over my last comment, still unsure about the relationships of the three people I'd met in my new home.

Taehyung laughed, walking next to me to the kitchen. He pulled out a barstool from under the island where Jungkook was chopping tomatoes, holding on to the back while I took a seat.

"Jungkook did you hear? Seline asked about your girlfriend's name." Taehyung giggled, pulling up his own chair next to me, so close that our legs were touching.

"She's not my girlfriend." Jungkook barely looked up from the cutting board, turning around to slide the vegetables into a pan.

Taehyung shifted his body even closer to me, but where I may have backed away at the immediate physical closeness of others, I felt more at ease with every touch of his arm against mine.

"I'm calling her F6." Taehyung answered for him, Jungkook shooting him a glare that seemed cautionary and playful. "Apparently she's an opera singer. I could hear the F6 she hit from the living room when Jungkook made her or—"

"Enough teasing, or we'll have to take this outside." Jungkook threatened, tugging open a drawer harshly to pull out a hand blender. "Seline, please tell us something about you so he'll stop talking."

I laughed, their banter intriguing. I glanced back at my nearly empty glass, the slight heat in my cheeks reminding me that the wine was likely stronger than I was accustomed to.

"I don't know what to say. I came from Chicago after I got a job as an assistant of photography for Vogue." I shrugged, my cheeks reddening at the attention of two bewitching men.

It wasn't necessary for me to say more, Taehyung filling the space by telling me everything there was to know about them. He was a saxophonist but dabbled in various instruments, of which I noticed were placed about the apartment, blending in with the decor. A trumpet stood on its bell atop the entertainment center, a violin propped on the adjacent side of a collection of figurines, and a flute lay flat on a shelf by the door.

Jungkook was responsible for nearly every piece of art that decorated the walls. He explained that while he typically focused on landscapes and still art, he'd recently turned his focus to portraiture.

"I was under the impression that my new roommates were a couple, but I'm guessing you're not based on Miss F6 from earlier." I posed my curiosity over Jungkook's dinner of carbonara and tomato garlic bread.

Taehyung burst into laughter at my reference to the nickname he concocted, Jungkook clearing his throat with an amused smirk from beside me.

"We're not." Jungkook wiped his mouth, sitting back in his seat with an empty plate in front of him.

"We're not a couple?" Taehyung retorted, the arch of his brow lifted and a sly grin on his lips.

Jungkook chuckled at him, shaking his head. "We're not." He repeated, their eyes set on each other.

"I can't tell if you're screwing with me or just screwing each other." I tapped into their naughty repartee, Taehyung choking over the sip of wine he pulled into his mouth and Jungkook's responding laugh coming with a lowered chin and more reservation.

Taehyung washed the dishes while I wandered about the apartment to look at Jungkook's art, catching his shy smile whenever I cooed over a piece or turned to ask him a question about his work. We were all a little tipsy from the wine we drank over dinner and they headed to bed, Taehyung shouting out a goodnight and yelling about how much he liked me already while Jungkook tugged him by the arm into their bedroom.

After sleeping most of the day away I was wide awake and stepped onto the small balcony to call Faye, the phone ringing once before she picked up.

"I promised I would be calm and ask about Italy and the trip first." She skipped over a greeting, hopping right in.

It already felt weird to have her nearly five thousand miles away. "The flight was horrible and I slept as soon as I got here. The small part of the city I've seen is gorgeous and my soulmates are my roommates." I kept my voice low, giggling when she started to scream into the phone.

Once she collected herself enough she questioned me, breathless as if she'd been running around the house. "Wait, I thought the intern said that you were moving in with a nice, attractive couple?"

"She did. They are nice, both a bit flirty, and very, very attractive. The jury's still out on if they're a couple or not." I replied, sending Faye into an even bigger frenzy.

"Not to sound like a creep but I'll be needing a picture." She shot back, the intense murmur of voices and announcements in the background letting me know she was boarding the metro. She'd lose her signal soon.

I peeked over my shoulder through the glass doors, spotting a photo that hung on the refrigerator. "I'll have one to you before you make it to work." I answered. We said our goodbyes and I went back inside, sneaking a snap of the photo, Faye's response a play on the doublemint gum jingle and caption for the photo truer than I would have ever anticipated.

Double the pleasure, double the fun.

*Apparently I don't own the photo above. How disappointing.*