Beom Seok was rhythmically scrubbing a robe against the washboard when he saw Taekyun approach, a bundle of his own dirty clothes held awkwardly in his arms. A slow, predatory smirk spread across Beom Seok's face.
"Well, well. Look who they sent to help," he sneered. "Don't tell me you got lost on the way to the kitchen, too."
Before Taekyun could retort, Beom Seok dropped the robe back into the soapy water and stood up. "Wait here. I'll get you something... more suitable."
He hurried inside and returned moments later, his arms piled high with heavy, dusty curtains and a thick stack of bed sheets. With a grunt, he dumped the entire load unceremoniously at Taekyun's feet, sending a cloud of dust into the air.
