Dear Neighbour

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*night of the pink paper incident*

Seokjin has been biting his nails and was walking around in his apartment, nervous because it was his first time doing this kind of thing, let alone to the guy he’s majorly crushing on. (childish, he knows that)

“This is so dumb!”

He laughed to himself holding the piece of paper in his clammy hands. For others, it may not be a big deal doing this to their crush but for 26 year old Seokjin, it was embarrassing and too cheesy. Although he knows that Namjoon will never know who wrote this to him, Jin still felt nervous. He huffed and stomped his feet before he made up his mind and strutted out of his apartment, standing right in front of Namjoon’s door.

He lifted his fist up towards Namjoon’s door, his fist lightly trembling in anxiousness, but he knocked anyway.

No answer..

He wanted Namjoon to see the letter now because if he just slips it under Namjoon’s doorway it would probably fly away and get lost inside Namjoon’s apartment so he knocked again and waited for a couple seconds.

Still no answer..

“Okay, after this one. I’m out”

He huffed to himself taking another deep breath before knocking on Namjoon’s door, for the third time.

“I’m coming!”

A voice yelled from inside and Seokjin’s eyes brightened at the sound of his voice as the beat of his pulse increased by two-fold. He quickly slipped his note under Namjoon’s door and ran behind the left corner that was near the dire exit (it was almost becoming his hiding spot).

He peeked and smiled sheepishly ass he saw Namjoon with his head stuck out in the hallway, probably looking Jin. He saw that Namjoon slammed his door shut and then Seokjin ran into his apartment and went out of his balcony, quietly tip-toeing over to Namjoon’s.

He stuck his head out a bit taking a glimpse of agonizingly cute sleepy Namjoon, who was now walking towards his bed. He saw Namjoon crumple the pink note and throw it in the trash can before crashing into his mattress immediately falling back to sleep.

Seokjin pouted and felt dismayed because he spent hours overthinking of what Namjoon’s reaction would be if he read the pick-up line, but to his disappointment that was Namjoon’s reaction instead of a cute smile that Jin was expecting.

But then the red light of Namjoon’s alarm clock that was on his bedside table caught Jin’s attention, he squinted his eyes and it read 2:04am.

2:04am?!

Seokjin face-palmed himself as he realized no wonder Namjoon looked pissed, who would want to get their sleep disturbed by a dumbass pick-up line at two in the morning.

Real smooth, Jin. Real smooth..

He didn’t know he spent so much time pacing in his apartment when he decided to give Namjoon the note.

“i***t!”

Jin grumbled hitting his head repeatedly as he went back to his own apartment, feeling really stupid. He really wanted to bang his head against the walls of his flat, in hopes of getting amnesia but he didn’t want his room to be the typical next door “Haunted-Empty-Room-That-Makes-Banging-Noises” in an apartment complex.