Dear Neighbour

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"s**t! s**t! s**t f**k! s**t!"

Seokjin chanted like a mad man, his armpits sweating up a storm, his legs totally wobbly, and he swears he just felt his balls shrink.

"Hey, can I help you? What were you doing in front of my apartment?"

Namjoon asks again his footsteps nearing Jin's shaking figure.

"M-Me?"

The older stutters, pointing at himself, Namjoon was actually talking to him, he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, who else would it be? We're the only ones here"

Namjoon almost laughed at this guy's amusing facial expression. He looked terrified, but Namjoon didn't mean to scare him he only wanted to ask why this guy was standing in front of his apartment at 4am, throwing air punches at his door. Jin looked around the floor and yeah, no one was out their apartments right now. Seokjin gulped and as he immediately tried to find an excuse.

"Oh, uh --um, you live here? I-I thought..uh m-my boyfriend. Yes! ex-boyfriend still lived h-here"

Did he buy it?

Seokjin almost peed himself, and he hoped that Namjoon would buy his lame excuse.

"Oh.. Yeah, I'm new here. I just moved in a few days ago actually. Wanna come inside for a bit? It's still dark out"

Namjoon offers while holding his door open for Seokjin. Was Seokjin having second thoughts? Yes. Was Seokjin stupid? Definitely!

He nods and let his feet carry him into Namjoon's all too familiar apartment.

“Take a seat, I'll make something for you"

Namjoon says pointing at his couch to let Jin sit there, while he figures out what to make. Jin nods stiffly still staring at the back of Namjoon's blonde head.

He could see me?!

Jin situated himself on the familiar sofa and let himself get buried in his deep thoughts.

No wonder I hide every time he's around I had a feeling he could see me

"I made you te--"

"Oh gosh!"

Seokjin's testicles shrunk even more. If he was still alive he would've died of heart attack anyway because of this man.

"You seem jumpy. Are you okay?"

Namjoon tried to contain his laughter by covering his mouth with his hand, while his other gave Seokjin a teacup.

"Y-Yes. Just peachy"

Seokjin's face painted red, as took a sip of the tea.

Namjoon made me tea.

He wanted to squeal so bad, he felt these weird things causing a rampage in his stomach.

"So, your ex-boyfriend used to live here huh? Why'd you come back?"

Namjoon thought that this man was absolutely adorable, his brown hair falling over his eyes, and his cheeks dusted with pink.

"Oh –uh, he um- "

"You wanted to get revenge? I saw you throwing punches in front of my door earlier"

Namjoon finally showed his dimpled smile, making Seokjin weak at his knees if he weren't sitting right now he would've been face-planted on Namjoon's floor already.

"Yeah.. But I guess there's no point, he doesn't live here anymore"

Jin sighs trying his best in acting like he had an ex-boyfriend.

It was times like these that made Seokjin mentally pat himself on the back for being a top notcher in his theater arts class back in college.