Dear Neighbour

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Day 2

Namjoon fixed his tie and brushed off the small specks of dust on the shoulders of his crisp suit. He was on his way to his first day of being a supervisor. He was both enthusiastic and a bit edgy.

“First day, here we go!”

He winked at himself through the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, creating that dishelved yet classy illusion to his appearance. Grabbed his car keys an went out the door, but as he was twisting the knob..

He felt it, again.

That uneasy sensation he felt last night, Namjoon snapped his head to the left side of the corridor but there was no one there once again. He juts out his bottom lip, in deep thought.

He looked at the door of the apartment next to his but he just shrugged it off and continued on his day.

**

Namjoon had a great day at work. He was praised by his superior because Namjoon was apparently a very fast-learner and he didn’t have to repeat his pointers to Namjoon.

His superior let Namjoon familiarize himself with the new people and new environment. Namjoon loved his new workplace.

After work, he went to a drive thru before he came back to his apartment and also went to a department store to buy a couple of things for his kitchen. He reached his apartment and carefully placed his newly bought utensils two glasses, four plates, four pairs of spoon and fork and a frying pan.

He didn’t buy much, since he lived alone and he wasn’t expecting visitors any time soon as he was just new in the area.

Namjoon had a tiring but fun day.

After eating, he slipped his shoes and socks off, throwing it to the side of the front door.

“I need a shoe rack..”

He mumbled to himself scratching his chin which was adorned with hard, tiny hair fragments, he needed to shave but Namjoon, being the lazy ass he is, just thought he would do it tomorrow morning.

Namjoon plopped on his couch and realized he still doesn’t have a television. He sighed and pushed himself off the couch and went into his bedroom.

He needed to unpack, so he does..

**

As Namjoon finished folding and hanging his clothes, he kept all his luggage into the walk-in closet, together with his clothes, which only occupied almost just a quarter of the massive closet.

It was getting late, Namjoon stretched his limbs, a few bones cracking as he was crouched the whole time he was unpacking.

“Aghh, a massage would be nice..”

He mumbled yet again, he needed a massage but who would do it for him?

He pulled his pans off, leaving him in boxers and his white shirt but Namjoon didn’t feel like sleeping tonight with a piece of fabric sticking to his skin, so he pulled off his shirt leaving his upper body bare and exposed to the chilly atmosphere.

Namjoon then plopped on his bed, inhaling the fresh lemon aroma of his new bed sheets but before he fell asleep, he thought..

Has this always smelt like lemons?

He would massage him, he would buy him a shoe rack and most of all, he loved the little strip show, again.