Your Neighbor Sungho | Ch. 2
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Rie (sungho) x (female) reader, fluff, slice of life, semi-angsty (?)
appearances of other OnlyOneOf and Dreamcatcher members will occur
hey so I rolled a wheel on who to write a fanfic first and got rie plus picked out a prompt to write from
warnings: alcohol, getting drunk; this fic is PG-13, some light cursing occasionally
btw i’m pretty sarcastic, there’s sarcasm thrown here and there, hope you enjoy
Description: your neighbor, sungho, from the day you've moved in has kept you up countless nights with their significant other. dancing, muffled long conversations, and amongst other noises you wished you could wipe from memory. one day it suddenly stops. those days become months.
This is Chapter 2. Chapter 1 is linked below.
Chapter 1
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There’s a struggle.
Finding the correct key into Sungho’s apartment, and to lift a whole other human being up from the ground with bare minimum help from said human. You attempted to wake him up, even if just a little. It’s even harder to carry him through the doorway, one of his arms across your shoulders.
“Sungho, work with me here. I’m trying to get you inside your apartment safely. Move your legs!”
“I said...I don’t... need help, y/n...Why are you still here…?”
“Goddamnit-!”
So, the both of you do make it into his living room. Your hands are attempting to find the lightswitch on the wall, feeling your way through the dark. Once you successfully turn on the lights, you’ve never spotted a couch so fast with your eyes, and almost practically threw the male off your shoulders. Sungho laughs as he lands on the cushions, giggling like a child. Just as you were standing up straight again the male grabs on to your arm, pulling you towards him. There wasn’t enough time for you to react and you’re suddenly now sitting next to him closely. He hugs you, tightly.
“Uh, Sungho?” you squeaked, trying to break free of his grasp.
He mumbles something, eyes closed, pressing his head against your shoulder.
“...Don’t go. I...I’m really sorry. Please...don’t leave me.”
You froze. There’s tears staining your shirt from Sungho’s eyes and you realize...he's crying. At this moment, you had no idea what to do. Simply, you reviewed the moment in your head: You were in the arms of essentially a stranger, who’s drunk, upset over their significant other, and in their apartment without permission. One that made them apparently...very happy, it seemed. You realize a month is a very long time for ONLY an argument. Maybe, they really weren’t coming back in the end.
This was also a weird predicament for you to be caught into.
You end up awkwardly hugging Sungho back out of pity. But mainly because he refused to let go of you. So you basically cradle the man until he falls asleep. Which wasn’t long. Once you heard him become silent, his grip on you relaxing, you carefully pulled yourself free. You moved his head gently as possible down onto a pillow on the couch. Standing up on your two feet again, you couldn’t help to notice how tiny the male looked while sleeping. Searching for a blanket then, there wasn’t one in sight in the living room.
As you shuffled through the apartment, you took note of how messy it was. Lots of things were scattered. Books across tables, random papers on the floor. There seemed to be a broken dish by the counter of his kitchen.
I heard him break that last week...he still didn’t clean it up?
Spaces usually can reflect a person and how they were doing presently. Obviously, he wasn’t doing so well. You still felt bad for being here, the guilt rising even more when you enter his room. A stranger’s room. You simply were in search of a blanket to cover the male. Coldness is proven to give nightmares in sleep (at least you thought) and you didn’t think he would need another one other than his life right now. You turn on the lights there, not taking any time to look at anything else once you spot his bed. Finding one at the edge hanging off the frame, a soft, white cotton one, you immediately return to the living room to drape it across Sungho’s body. You smiled, letting out a soft laugh, because he looked even smaller under the giant white blanket.
Bending down to him, you waved a hand across to make sure he was completely out. You took a moment to simply observe his appearance. At that moment, you realize you never really got a clear sight of how he looked. For more than five seconds. It was because the both of you were always in a rush or, cough, because of their significant other. You noted that he was rather handsome. Pretty might have been the more correct term to describe him.
Once you had enough of looking at his face, (you really wouldn’t want to get a “creep” title), you moved away to throw yourself down on the smaller couch across the other. Hitting your back lightly with a fist to ease the strain you just had on your back, a sigh escaped your lips; you were able to relax now. To leave or not to leave was the question that hung in the air. You’d feel bad for leaving Sungho like this. Also maybe, he would need help or get himself into trouble if he woke up again. Yoojung’s words came back to you, about his business not being yours, not too long ago. You questioned yourself once more about why you were really so worried, and if you were actually making excuses for yourself to stay now.
All those thoughts were pushed away yet another time.
Usually people speak the truth when they’re drunk. Sungho honestly doesn’t want to be alone, so...I’ll stay. I wonder...does he still have friends in contact? Did any of them ever come over to check up on him?
You worked a normal 9 a.m to 5 p.m shift throughout the week, so you never knew if Sungho had visiting friends. It seemed that you never have encountered any of them even on weekends ever since you moved in.
Too many questions, no answers. Stop stressing, y/n…
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You don’t know when you fell asleep on the couch, but you did eventually. From tiredness, perhaps?
When you do wake up, facing an unfamiliar ceiling, you feel lost for a good minute. Processing all the events that occurred from yesterday, your memory kicked in. You were still in Sungho’s apartment. There was the white blanket covering you, the one you gave to him once he had fallen asleep. You also took note that you were on the larger couch now, the pillow against your head. Did he move you? Sitting up, you saw that it was dawn. Sunlight came through the windows with faint sounds of birds chirping. But where was the male?
“y/n? You’re awake?”
There’s his voice. You turned, finding that Sungho was in the kitchen not too far away. The smell of coffee filled the air. He walks over to you then, holding a white mug in his hands. You noted that he had showered along with a change of clothes; a black sweater and jeans. His hair is washed, yet his bangs still hang over his eyes. Maybe he combed it, which was a start, at least wary of the guest that unexpectedly came. It reminded you that you had skipped out on showering last night to stay with him. At least, he didn’t have eye bags today. He still seemed to elude a tired aura, the sadness still surrounding him like a storm cloud following him.
Only if drinking really could solve our problems.
“Oh, uh...yeah. Good morning. Are you feeling okay?” you said awkwardly, scratching your head.
“Well, besides a hangover...I’m fine. Thanks for helping me out,” Sungho replies, sort of in a quiet voice, rubbing an eye with a hand.
You move the covers aside, putting your feet down to the floor. It seems that some of the messes in the room had been cleared. Again, probably he cleaned being wary of someone else present in the house. It was still messy; you gave him the credit. The way he had his place set up wasn’t your business either, so you weren’t sure why you took notice of it. Not lying either, it was hard to miss once the lights were on.
“Yeah, no problem. You know, I’m just...doing the right thing? Being a good neighbor. Don’t worry about it,” you said, waving a hand.
You stand up from the couch and move a few feet to the side.
“And don’t come near me, I didn’t shower yesterday because I fell asleep here. I probably smell bad.”
Sungho stares at you, then laughs. He’s laughing. You pull on a smile too, admiring how much he looked better when he's happy.
“I wasn’t planning to. Anyways, I always seem like I’m bothering you. Now you deal with me drunk. Is there any way I can make it up to you? I feel really bad…” he explains, eyes casting down into his cup.
“No, no. Don’t feel bad. It’s okay, Sungho. Really, don’t worry about it. It happens,” you said, holding your hands up towards him. “You don’t have to make it up to me. Like I said, I was just being a good neighbor. It’d be horrible if I left you out there and did nothing. You’re not a bad person either, really. If you were a shitty neighbor, I definitely would have left you there and moved out long ago.”
There’s a pause and Sungho doesn’t say anything. He only stares again, blinking. As if he’s thinking about something.
Right, I’m in my morning wear and he's looking at me. Why does this have to be something my neighbor sees?
“Alright. Thank you. At least... please let me make it up to you somehow. Sometime,” Sungho said, finally.
It didn’t seem like he would take a “no” for an answer. You agreed, nodding.
“Okay, I’ll take the offer. Are you taking suggestions?”
“What’s your suggestion?”
“Breakfast. Let’s go get breakfast,” you said, beaming. "After I clean up, I mean."
“Ah, breakfast. That sounds good. You can use my bathroom if you want,” Sungho replies, another faint smile dancing on his lips.
“You forget I live next door already? I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready,” you said, laughing this time.
“Oh right…okay. Sounds good. I’ll be waiting,” Sungho replied, blinking a few times, watching as you go.
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As Sungho’s waiting for you, (he hears your shower turn on and as you begin to hum a tune through the walls; he agrees now that they were really too thin), he’s picking up more of the messes that he’s left around the house. It’s been about a month since he’s left everything like this. He carefully clears out the shattered plate in the kitchen from a week ago into a bag, discarding it properly in the trash. He straightens out the books, picking up the miscellaneous papers on the wooden floors. It’s been about a month since he’s had the argument with his significant other and they left in a fury. It’s something that seemed to have stopped him from functioning normally, life apparently becoming unbearable. As he cleans, he thinks back properly to review the relationship.
Maybe it wasn’t all that great as he thought it was. They did make him happy, the important part, which cancelled out all the flaws easily. Especially when you're in love.
Sungho isn’t sure either why he’s finally cleaning now, upon your presence entering his home. It seemed like a wake up call, reminding him that there still was a reality.
What day is it?
The male searches for his cellphone, scanning the living room, pondering about where he left it. He hasn't looked at it in awhile. Even if there were messages, he had ignored a whole lot of them (besides the ones regarding his job. Half-heartedly). Though the living room was reorganized, he finds his phone charging in his rather messy bedroom.
Did y/n see my room? Hope not…
He makes the decision to clean it once he returns home from breakfast. Opening his phone screen, it read that it’s currently Sunday, and returning to the living room. Fortunately, he didn’t have work today. Reasons he took the opportunity to drink till drunk. The sound of running water in your apartment is eventually turned off, followed by sounds of a hair dryer, then your exit from the bathroom door. Sungho’s finishing his coffee in his kitchen, washing his cup there. He was to only have another soon.
You’re knocking at his door, feeling refreshed. There was a pain in your neck though, probably from sleeping somewhere different from your own bed. Ignoring it, the male opens the door to find you on the other side, a bright smile appearing on your face.
“Ready? Wait, where are we going even? I didn’t think that far ahead…” you said, realizing.
Sungho lets out another laugh at your statement. Was that the third time today? Or was it two laughs and a smile? Yes, you were counting. He steps out into the hallway to stand with you, the sound of his keys jingling in his hands as he closes the door behind him.
“Don’t worry. I know a place,” he replies.
“Okay, lead the way then!”
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