Hey hey! #38 with Yoosung, fluffy or goofy? Thank yoooou~! ^^
Ayeo! Sorry it took light years, but hereâs some floofs with the Yoos!Â
âYou faintedâŚstraight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didnât have to go to such extremes.â Yoosung x MC
It was year 2 of University.
Year one, you quickly learned that student dorms werenât for you.
Separate student housing? Some tiny apartments?
Sure. Anything was better than getting stuck with another insufferable roommate.
You had lived in your shabby apartment for two weeks now, but you were slowly making it a pretty happeninâ pad.
It was very much your aesthetic. So you didnât care if paint was coming off the door.
You normally caught sight of your neighbors daily.
Passing them on the stairwell. Entering your apartments at the same time. Helping each other when you noticed toppling groceries or open backpacks.
You were cordial with all of your neighbors and they all found you quite pleasant, and you found you enjoyed these little interactions.
There was, however, a neighbor you hadnât yet interacted with. At least not directly.
A cute awkward blonde boy.
A cute awkward handsome blonde boy
You saw him. Often but he always seemed preoccupied. In a hurry? No more likeâŚscattered.
Sharing a wall you heard your fair share of his daily affairs.
It seemed like a lot of yellingâŚandâŚwhining? But both wereâŚendearing. Cute.
The yelling was usually related to what you can only assume was online gaming. Being upset about not finding specific items on a raid or losing to a different guild.
More often than not you heard âAAAHH WHO IS THIS NUMBER ONE HACKER GOD?!â This was normally followed by a phone call from a friend he referred to as âSevenâ
It happened that way so often you made the connection yourself. His friend Seven must be a giant troll. But you thought it was adorable your neighbor couldnât piece it together.
You spent a lot of time, letâs say âoverhearingâ your neighbor. Because you were definitely not eavesdropping.
The whining, the yelling. You heard how he talked to his friends. Eventually, he answered the phone with a super optimistic âYoosung here!â and you learned his name.
He was constantly telling two people named Jaehee and Jumin that he wasnât sure if he wanted to work at some big company. Or that they didnât need to worry about him being responsible. That he wasnât a baby.
Telling someone else named Zen that he didnât want to run 3 miles every morning and go through an 18 step beauty regiment in the morning just to get a girlfriend.
And his conversations with SevenâŚwell. You just tried to push those out of your mind.
But in all honestly, most of his struggles, you related to.
You felt like you were learning everything about him without actually interacting with him.
What you didnât know, was that the lack of interaction was purposeful.
The reason he always seemed to fly into his apartment when you arrived at the same time.
Why he pretended to answer his phone and basically sprint if he saw you on the stairwell.
You were cute. So cute. Like, make his kneeâs weak, palms sweaty, omelette on his sweater already, cute.
He couldnât believe someone as angelic seeming as you had moved into the apartment next to his.
And whatâs more, he listened to you too.
Listened to you play vinyls and hum along.
Cackle at youtube videos.
Make cute grunting, exasperated noises while playing console games.
He could only hear this through the thin wall connecting your apartments but anytime he envisioned it, his face was hot and flushed.
Neither of you had the courage to actually approach each other so awkward encounters for an eternity it was!
Well, until one fateful day.
You were getting ready for the day when you decided enough was enough. You psyched yourself up in the mirror.
"You are a treasure! You are cute as hell! So what if you are very awkward and can be pretty damn socially inept. That blonde beauty next door is yours for the taking, so woman up!â
You were still nervous but your self-pep talk helpedâŚsort of?
Grabbing your backpack you started to turn the knob on your apartment door when you heard Yoosungâs voice.
âLook Zen, I will! Iâll talk to her. Itâs just, what if she doesnât like me? Or doesnât think I am very manly? Or she laughs at me! Then I have to live with that embarrassment. Weâre neighbors!â
Your lips curled upward like you belonged in a psych ward. Didnât even know you were capable of such a wide and toothy smile.
Practically skipping downstairs you made your way outside to start your day.
Plans for the day, however, were quickly detoured.
You heard whimpering in some of the thorny and scary looking shrubbery you passed on your usual walk.
Deciding to follow the noise, trembling and terrified you found a small puppy. A boxer. No tags, no collar. Young. Like just got separated from the rest of the litter young. And you would definitely be keeping it.
The thorns and pricks tearing up your arm, mangling your clothes. You braved it all to rescue the pup. Even though your heroic efforts were successful you had to make sure the poor thing was actually in decent shape.
But empty pockets were a big problem. A college student living on their own did exactly walk around with a bag lined with foxy money.
Then an idea hit you like a ton of bricks.
Eavesdropping, errr, I mean, overhearing, paid off! Yoosung!
Studying to be a Vet. Currently interning as a vet tech.
Awkward and excited footing carried you back to your apartment building where instead of leisurely unlocking your apartment door, you were banging on the door of a certain blonde boy.
Minding his own business you were sure. Just being a blonde boyâŚdoing what blonde boys do?
Okay, you really needed to socialize more.
Yoosung came to the door. Big purple eyes. Royal Gems. They stared at you in a flustered state of shock and awe.
âY-yes?â He managed to spit out.
âUhm, Yes hi, I well, thereâs no reason for me to know this but you are studying to be a Veterinarian right? I found this poor pup, struggling and crying. I was wondering if you could take a look at him?â
This was his chance. Alright. Superman Yoosung. He took the small boxer from your arms and began to examine him.
You watched how gentle he was. He had this silent determination and you were impressed.
If ever there was time for your heart to murmur Doki Doki, this was it.
Yoosung finished his exam and gave the pup a small pat on the head.
âHe is fine! Oh, itâs a he by the way. I think the poor little guy was just scared and in shock. Are you planning on keeping him?â
âYou know, I am. I kind of adore him.â
Yoosung scratched the back of his neck nervously and gave you a bright smile. He went to open his mouth in hopes he could capture your attention longer by saying something suave.
Thatâs when he looked down at your arm and his expression changed drastically.
Something he hadnât quite gotten over yet. Even though he would need to if he was going to help animals.
Blood made him squeamish.
You watched his eyes double in size. His shoulders tense up. And then finally his face turned a ghostly pale.
Instincts took over and you held out your arms.
About 8 minutes later, he came to.
His head felt like it was set on a cloud and he could feel something unbelievably soothing happening where his hair was.
You had his head elevated in your lap and you were gently brushing his bangs back off of his forehead.
âDid IâŚoh god did I pass out?!â
âYou faintedâŚstraight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didnât have to go to such extremes.â A slight smirk was on your lips, but it quickly turned into a gentle smile when you saw how pink his cheeks had gotten.
âIâŚyour arm. It was bleeding. Iâm not very good with blood. I guess we have to work on that.â
âWe?â Now it was your turn to change shades. Your face grew warm and Yoosung developed a little smirk of his own.
âAfter that embarrassing display, you didnât think we were just going to stay eavesdropping neighbors did you?â Who is this smooth man?
âYouâre right! Hmmm, how about, the first thing we do, however,â You scooped the tiny boxer pup into your arms as Yoosung sat up from resting on your lap. âWe name this little guy.â
