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synopsis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.
warnings ; fluff angst slow burn
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For the past few days, Yuwon had been growing closer to Woojin. Since college had become their entire life, they went out whenever they could to get coffee. Woojin was still a little closed off but he was getting used to her presence. They were both studying Music Performance, and somehow that shared world made everything else feel easier to talk about.
It started with small things. Yuwon would slide into the seat across from him and immediately start rambling about a chord progression she couldn't get out of her head, and Woojin would listen, quiet but present, nodding at the right moments. He never offered much about himself, but she noticed the way his fingers would tap out rhythms on the table when he thought no one was watching. She noticed the way he'd hum under his breath when a song he liked came through the café speakers, like he couldn't help it.
Today, though, she wanted more than his silence and his tapping fingers. Today she wanted to know what was going on behind those careful eyes.
She set her iced coffee down with a little more force than necessary, and when he looked up, she grinned. "Okay. New rule. Every time we hang out, you have to tell me one thing about yourself I don't know. Something real. Deal?"
Woojin blinked at her, and for a second she thought he'd shut it down. But then the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. "Deal," he said slowly. "But you go first."
Yuwon's heart did a small, ridiculous flip. She leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Fine. I'll start."
And just like that, the space between them got a little smaller.
Yuwon leaned forward, elbows on the table, and let herself think for a second. "Okay. Something real." She tapped her chin. "I almost didn't audition for the Music Performance program. I was going to do something safer, like business, because my parents thought music was a hobby, not a future. But I showed up to the audition anyway, and I was so nervous I sang the wrong verse of my song and just kept going like it was intentional."
Woojin snorted, a real sound, and she filed it away like a treasure.
"That's not a secret," he said. "That's just you being stubborn."
"Stubbornness is a personality trait, it counts." She pointed at him. "Your turn."
He went quiet for a long moment, staring into his coffee like it held the answer. Yuwon almost let him off the hook, almost laughed it off to save him from the discomfort she could see settling into his shoulders. But she'd made the rule for a reason. She wanted him to open up, even a little.
"I don't really talk about my music with anyone," he finally said, voice low. "I write stuff, but I've never shown a single person. Not even my family."
Yuwon's chest went tight. That was real. That was more than she'd expected to get on the first try.
"Then I'm honored to be the first," she said softly, and meant it.
Woojin looked up at her then, really looked, and something in his expression shifted. Like he was deciding whether to trust the warmth in her voice or brace for the joke that usually followed. When he found none, he let out a breath.
"Maybe you can hear one sometime," he said. "If you're good."
"I'm always good," Yuwon said, grinning. "But I'll prove it. Tomorrow, same time, I'm bringing my guitar. You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
He almost smiled again. "That's a terrible line."
"It worked, didn't it?"
And for the first time, Woojin laughed, a real one, and Yuwon decided right then that she'd do whatever it took to hear that sound again.
The professor had walked in interrupting their conversation. Yuwon turned to face the board as the professor spoke. "Good morning," the class replied back as he rambled on about today's lesson. Yuwon tried to pay attention, she really did, but she could feel Woojin's presence beside her like a low hum, steady and distracting.
She stole a glance at him. He was actually taking notes, brow slightly furrowed, pen moving across the page. Of course he was. Diligent, focused Woojin. Meanwhile she had doodled a small piano in the corner of her notebook and written his name in bubble letters before immediately scribbling it out.
When the professor finally dismissed them, the room filled with the shuffle of bags and chatter. Yuwon stretched her arms above her head with a groan. "I think my brain melted."
"That's a short drive for you," Woojin said, packing his bag.
She gasped in mock offense. "Wow. Rude. I was going to invite you to walk home with me, but now I'm not so sure."
He paused, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You were going to invite me?"
She shrugged, trying to look casual. "I mean, we're going the same way. Sort of. Unless you have somewhere better to be."
Woojin looked at her for a second, then shook his head. "No. I don't."
They walked out of the building together, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the campus path. The air was warm, the kind of golden hour glow that made everything look like it belonged in a film. Yuwon talked about the assignment due next week, about a song she'd heard on the radio, about how the campus cat had let her pet it for a full five minutes yesterday. Woojin listened, offering a word here and there, but mostly just staying beside her.
They reached the edge of campus when Yuwon spotted the neon glow spilling out from a small arcade tucked between a laundromat and a boba shop. She stopped mid-sentence.
"Woojin."
"What?"
"Look." She pointed. "Skee ball."
He followed her gaze and sighed. "Yuwon."
"Don't Yuwon me. Have you ever even played skee ball?"
"No, but—"
"Perfect. You're about to learn." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the entrance before he could argue.
The arcade was small and slightly run down, the kind of place that smelled like carpet cleaner and nostalgia. A few kids were clustered around a racing game, but otherwise it was quiet. Yuwon made a beeline for the skee ball lanes, digging coins out of her jacket pocket.
"I'm going to destroy you," she announced, sliding a coin into the machine.
"You've played this before," Woojin said, stepping up to the lane beside her.
"Once. At a birthday party when I was twelve. I still have the muscle memory."
She rolled first, sending the ball up the ramp. It bounced off the edge of the high-scoring hole and landed in the middle ring. Not bad, but not great. She groaned.
"See? Muscle memory failed me."
Woojin picked up a ball, studied the machine like it was a piece of sheet music he needed to interpret, and rolled. The ball sailed cleanly into the hundred-point hole.
Yuwon's jaw dropped. "That was your first try?"
He shrugged, but she caught the ghost of a smile. "Lucky."
"Lucky. Sure."
They went back and forth, Yuwon getting more competitive with each round, Woojin staying infuriatingly calm and somehow still winning. On her last turn, she wound up with too much force, sending the ball flying off the side of the lane entirely. She stumbled forward trying to catch it, and Woojin reached out instinctively to steady her.
His hand caught hers.
For a moment, neither of them moved. His fingers were warm around hers, and she could feel the calluses on his palm from hours of guitar practice. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
"Oh," she breathed.
Woojin's eyes widened, like he'd only just registered what he'd done. He pulled his hand back quickly, shoving it into his pocket.
"Sorry," he said, voice a little rough. "You just—you were gonna fall."
"I wasn't gonna fall," she said, but her voice came out softer than she intended. She looked down at her hand, still tingling from where he'd touched her. "But thanks. For, uh. Catching me."
He cleared his throat, turning back to the skee ball machine like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Yeah. No problem."
They played one more round in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was the kind that buzzed with something unspoken, something that sat between them like a held breath.
When they finally stepped out of the arcade, the sun had dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. They walked the rest of the way home side by side, not quite as close as before, but not as far apart either. And neither of them mentioned the hand-holding.
But Yuwon couldn't stop thinking about it. The warmth of his palm. The way he'd looked at her for that split second before letting go.
She had a feeling Woojin was thinking about it too.
They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the streets quiet expect for the distant hum of traffic. When they turned onto their block, the familiar shape of their apartment building came into view, and Yuwon felt something settle inside her chest. She wanted to spend more time with him, It felt good to finally have someone to talk to.
They stepped into the building, heading to the elevator, and clicked the number 3. The doors closed as the silence filled the elevator. Yuwon glanced at Woojin already catching him looking at her. “I had fun today.” He spoke. The corners of Yuwon’s lips formed into a smile “So did I.” The elevator doors finally opened as they both looked ahead before stepping out.
They finally arrived at their doors, exchanged quick goodnights, and headed into their apartments.
synopsis — IN WHICH, NORA debuts as a female soloist under more vision and quickly catches the attention of Ohyul, a member of the agency's newly debuted boy group lngshot. When NORA is featured on lngshot’s latest track, the two grow close behind the scenes, late-night studio sessions turning into something neither of them expected. What starts as casual chemistry between labelmates deepens into something messier, drunker, and harder to walk away from.
warnings ; oneshot drinking smoking making out smut
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Two hours have passed, and finally Nora gets to record her part of “With You.” It's a slow self produced R&B groove rooted in nostalgia for an ex-lover. Vocals that are smooth as butter, and a beat that softens your heart.
“Nora, you’re up.” Woojin called.
She stood up and stretched, her joints popping in protests. “Finally.”
Nora stepped into the recording booth doing a quick vocal warm-up. She hummed the melody of her lines and waited for Woojin’s call. “Whenever you’re ready Nora.” Nora finally began singing, her airy yet controlled vocals making an angelic sound, almost like a siren, that could captivate you with just a breath. After about three takes, the song was finalized.
Nora stepped out of the booth, rolling her shoulders, and the room broke into applause. Louis was the loudest, clapping his hands above his head like she'd just finished a stadium tour. Ryul gave her a tired but genuine smile. Woojin nodded at her from the console, satisfied.
"Finally, we're finished." Nora stretched her arms out, feeling the tension leave her shoulders. "I thought we'd be here all night."
"You did a great job." Ohyul said, flashing her a smile that was warm and easy. He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, looking at her like he meant it.
"Thanks." She smiled back, and it lingered a second longer than it needed to.
Louis stood up and stretched, his joints popping. "Noona, that was actually insane. Like, I got chills."
"Actually insane?" Nora raised an eyebrow. "You thought I was gonna be bad?"
"No, no, I mean like insane good. Obviously." He backtracked fast, and Woojin laughed from behind the board.
"She knows what you meant, Louis. Relax.”
Ryul yawned loudly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm dead. I need to sleep for like twelve hours."
"Same," Woojin said, saving his project and leaning back. "I'm tapped."
Louis looked between them. "Wait, what about celebrating? We said we were gonna go out."
Woojin shook his head. "Bro, it's almost one in the morning. You're seventeen. Go home."
"But noona—“
"Louis." Nora gave him a look, soft but firm. "You can celebrate when you're old enough to get in. I'll buy you tteokbokki tomorrow, okay?"
He pouted but didn't argue. "Fine. But you promised."
"I promised."
Ryul was already packing his bag, shuffling toward the door. "I'm gonna crash at the dorm. Don't have fun without me."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Nora grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair.
The studio emptied fast. Louis and Woojin shared a cab, Louis hanging out the window to yell "Good job, noona!" one last time before the door slammed shut. Ryul walked off toward the dorm, hood up, already yawning.
That left her and Ohyul standing on the sidewalk outside the building, the street quiet, the air cool and clean after the stuffy studio.
He looked at her, hands in his pockets. "So. Just us."
"Just us." She hugged her jacket tighter. "You tired?"
"Not really." He tilted his head. "You?"
She thought about it. The song was done. Her voice was warm and loose. The night was young enough to still be something.
"Not really," she said.
He smiled, that same easy smile from earlier. "There's a place a few blocks from here. Low key. Good music.”
"Are you asking me out, Ohyul?"
"Maybe." He held her gaze. "Is that a problem?"
She shook her head slowly. "No. It's not a problem."
They started walking side by side, shoulders almost brushing, the city humming quietly around them. The club he took her to was small and tucked away, no line, no flashing sign, just a red door and the muffled thump of music from inside. The kind of place where you could disappear for a few hours and no one would ask questions.
Inside, it was dim and warm, a narrow bar along one wall and a small dance floor in the back. A few people scattered around, couples and groups, no one paying them any attention. Ohyul ordered them both something strong and sweet, and they found a corner booth where the lights were low and the music was loud enough to feel but quiet enough to talk.
“So...” Nora started, wrapping both hands around her glass after the bartender set it down in front of her. She gave him a small smile. “What do you think about the song?”
Ohyul took a sip before answering. “I like it.”
“Just like it?”
He laughed. “You always fish for compliments?”
“Only from people whose opinions matter.”
He looked at her for a second, almost caught off guard by the answer.
“In that case,” he said, setting his glass down, “I think it's really good. It's nostalgic without trying too hard, and your voice...”
“What about it?”
“It suits the song perfectly. You sound really good, Nora.”
She smiled, her shoulders relaxing.
“Thank you. That actually means a lot coming from you.”
“Why me?”
“You're picky.”
“I prefer honest.”
“See? Picky.”
He chuckled and raised his glass.
“I'll take that.”
Their glasses clinked together.
For a while they talked about the recording session, laughing over how many takes Woojin had insisted he needed before finally admitting the first one was probably the best.
“He's such a perfectionist,” Nora said.
“No,” Ohyul corrected. “He's eightteen.”
She laughed into her drink.
“Fair.”
“Give him a couple years. He'll stop overthinking everything.”
“I don't know. It's kind of cute.”
“You think everything's cute.”
“Not everything.”
“Me?”
She tilted her head, pretending to think.
“Sometimes.”
“Wow.”
“Don't let it get to your head.”
“Too late.”
They ordered another round.
The music shifted to something slower, the bass humming softly through the room.
“Do you ever miss being normal?” Nora asked after a moment.
Ohyul rested his elbow on the table.
“Depends what you mean by normal.”
“Going out without someone recognizing you. Meeting people who don't already know your birthday.”
He smiled.
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“Me too.”
She traced the rim of her glass with her finger.
“I miss convenience stores at two in the morning.”
“That's oddly specific.”
“Because I can't go anymore without putting on a hoodie and praying nobody looks too closely.”
“Does it work?”
“Not really.”
“You don't exactly blend in.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Is that a compliment?”
“Maybe.”
“I'll take it.”
“What about you?” she asked. “If you weren't doing this?”
He shrugged.
“Probably producing somewhere.”
“Still music.”
“Always music.”
“That's kind of nice.”
“What about you?”
She thought for a moment before smiling.
“Honestly? I never had a backup plan.”
“That's brave.”
“Or irresponsible.”
“I'd say stubborn.”
“Yeah...” She laughed quietly. “That sounds more accurate.”
Another drink found its way onto the table.
Their conversation drifted from music to favorite late-night food spots, terrible trainee hairstyles, embarrassing auditions, and the strange loneliness that came with constantly being surrounded by people.
Somewhere between stories and laughter, Nora realized she'd had one drink more than she'd planned.
She blinked slowly before reaching into her purse.
“Hold on...”
She dug around for a few seconds before frowning.
“You've gotta be kidding me.”
“What?”
She pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“I forgot my lighter.”
She looked up at him with an exaggerated pout, her cheeks just a little flushed from the alcohol.
“Any chance you have one?”
Ohyul couldn't help smiling.
“You're lucky I came prepared.”
He pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it open.
Nora leaned in, shielding the flame with one hand as she lit the cigarette.
“You're a lifesaver.”
“I don't know if I'd call enabling you a lifesaver.”
She laughed, taking a slow drag before exhaling toward the ceiling.
“Don't ruin the moment.”
“I'm just saying.”
“You're judging me.”
“A little.”
“Mean.”
“Honest.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile.
“There's that word again.”
She took another drag before glancing toward the small dance floor where a new R&B track had just started playing.
Her eyes lit up.
“I love this song.”
“Do you?”
“Mm.”
She stood, grabbing her drink for one last sip before setting it back on the table.
“Come dance with me.”
Ohyul blinked.
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now.”
“Nora...”
“Don't overthink it.”
Before he could come up with another excuse, she slipped her hand around his wrist and pulled him out of the booth, laughing as he let himself be dragged toward the dance floor.
The dance floor was small and barely lit, just a few colored lights shifting slow across the floor, but it felt like their own world. Nora pulled Ohyul into the center, the cigarette still balanced between her fingers, and turned to face him. The music was heavy and slow, an R&B track with a bassline you could feel in your chest, and she started moving before she even thought about it. Her body swayed loose and easy, the alcohol making her limbs feel like they belonged to someone else, someone braver.
Ohyul watched her for a second, standing still, and then he stepped into her space. His hands found her hips like they were meant to be there. She let the cigarette fall to the floor and ground it out with her heel, and then her arms were around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You're a good dancer," she said, loud enough to be heard over the music but quiet enough that it felt like a secret.
"So are you." His hands moved from her hips to her waist, pulling her closer. "But I feel like you already know that."
"I do." She grinned, slow and teasing. "I just like hearing you say it."
He laughed, and the sound vibrated through her where their bodies touched. They moved together like they'd done this a hundred times, her hips rolling against his, his hands guiding her, their foreheads pressing together. The world narrowed to the space between them, the warmth of his breath, the way his fingers dug into her waist just slightly when she moved a certain way.
"Nora." His voice was low, almost swallowed by the music.
"Yeah?"
"I've wanted to do this since the first time I heard you sing."
She pulled back just enough to look at him, really look at him. The dim light caught his eyes, dark and focused, and there was something vulnerable in the way he said it, like he was admitting something he hadn't planned on saying.
"You're serious."
"I'm serious." His thumb traced a slow circle on her hip. "You walked into the studio that first day and I couldn't look away. I still can't."
Her chest tightened. She didn't know if it was the drinks or the music or the way he was looking at her, but she felt it, a pull that went deeper than just wanting to hook up with someone from the label.
"I think about you all the time," she said, and the words came out before she could stop them. "Like, stupid shit. What you're doing. What you're thinking. If you're thinking about me too."
"I am." His voice was rough. "I always am."
Nora pulled him into a deep kiss. Hands roaming his chest and his hard-felt abs against his shirt the other hand found its way into his hair. Ohyul grabbed her ass while the other hand grabbed her waist pulling her in closer. The kiss was sloppy from how drunk they were but they were too out of it to care.
She pulled away catching her breath before saying, “Let’s go to my place,” They walked hand in hand through the small crowd as they stepped outside to call a cab.
The cab ride was a blur of streetlights and stolen touches. His hand never left her thigh, fingers tracing slow patterns that made her skin prickle under her jeans. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing him in, letting the hum of the engine and the warmth of his body settle her nerves. The driver didn't say a word, just drove through the quiet streets with the radio playing something soft and instrumental.
When the cab pulled up to her building, she paid quickly and pulled him out onto the sidewalk. The night air hit them, cool and clean, and she didn't let go of his hand as she led him up the steps to her front door. Her hands shook slightly as she fumbled for her keys, and he stepped up behind her, his chest against her back, his hands settling on her hips.
"Need help?" His voice was low, amused, right next to her ear.
"I got it." She found the right key and pushed the door open, pulling him inside.
Her apartment was small and warm, moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting everything in a soft silver glow. She barely had time to close the door before he was on her again, his hands cupping her face, kissing her like he'd been holding back the whole cab ride. His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, and she melted into him, her fingers finding the hem of his shirt and tugging upward.
He got the hint and pulled it off over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. She let her hands roam across his chest, his shoulders, the hard lines of his abs that she'd been thinking about all night. Her fingers traced every ridge and curve, and he shivered under her touch.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured against her lips.
"Then show me."
He scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her through the apartment. She directed him with a nod toward her bedroom, and he pushed the door open with his shoulder, crossing the room in a few strides before lowering her onto the bed.
He hovered over her, propped on his forearms, looking down at her like she was something precious. The moonlight caught his eyes, dark and focused, and she reached up to trace his jaw, his cheekbone, the curve of his lips.
"You're so handsome," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
He ducked his head, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "You're drunk."
"Maybe." She pulled him down, her lips brushing his ear. "But I mean it."
His breath hitched, and then his mouth was on her neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down her collarbone, her shoulder, the hollow of her throat. She arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. She kicked off her heels while his hands found the button of her skirt, and she lifted her hips to help him, the denim sliding down her legs and pooling somewhere at the foot of the bed. He helped her take off her corset as her bare skin was revealed.
He sat back just long enough to look at her, his eyes tracing every curve, every line of her body. The moonlight painted her in silver and shadow, and she felt exposed in the best way, like he was seeing all of her and still wanting more.
"Your turn," she said, her voice breathy.
He stood briefly to shed his jeans and boxers, and she watched him, unabashed, taking in the way the light fell across his skin. He climbed back over her, his body warm and heavy, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her.
He kissed her again, deep and slow, and his hand slid down between her legs, fingers finding her already wet, already ready. She gasped into his mouth as he touched her, slow circles that made her hips buck against his hand.
He pulled away from the kiss. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough, his forehead pressed against hers.
"I want you." She looked him in the eye, her hand sliding down his stomach to wrap around him. "I want all of you."
He groaned, low and deep, and lined himself up. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust, and she clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her, made her gasp, her head falling back against the pillow.
"Fuck, Nora." His voice was strained, his forehead pressed to her shoulder. "You feel so good."
"So do you." She moaned lifting her hips, urging him deeper.
He set a rhythm that was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting a spot that made her see stars. Her moans filled the room, breathy and unguarded, and he swallowed them with his mouth, kissing her through the pleasure. His hand found hers, fingers lacing together beside her head, and she held on like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.
"Ohyul." She breathed his name like a prayer. "Don't stop."
"Not planning on it."
He shifted his angle slightly, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. He found the spot, the one that made her see white, and he stayed there, driving into her with a purpose that left her breathless. The pressure built low in her belly, coiling tighter with every thrust, every moan, every whispered word against her skin.
"I'm close," she gasped.
"Cum for me." His voice was dark, commanding. "I want to feel you."
That was all it took.
She shattered around him, her body trembling, her moans breaking into something raw and unfiltered. He followed moments later, burying his face in her neck as he spilled into her, his hips stuttering, his breath hot and uneven against her skin.
They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing each other in. She ran her fingers through his hair, soft and slow, and he pressed lazy kisses to her shoulder, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth.
He pulled out gently and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, her back against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, and she laced her fingers through his.
"Stay," she whispered.
"Wasn't planning on leaving."
She smiled into the dark and let her eyes close, his heartbeat steady against her back, the city humming softly outside her window.
synopsis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.
warnings ; fluff angst slow burn a little stalkerish (all faces used from pinterest)
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Yuwon told herself she was just going to the convenience store. It happened to be the same one he went to. She happened to walk in a few seconds after him. She happened to watch him pick up a single instant ramen and a bottle of water, the same dinner she was starting to realize he had most nights.
She bought her things and left. That was it.
But the next day, she found herself walking past the coffee shop where she had first seen him with his friends. She told herself she was just curious. She peeked through the window. He was not there.
She felt relieved. And then she felt embarrassed for feeling relieved.
It became a habit without her permission.
She would hear his door close in the morning and wait a few seconds before stepping out herself, just to see which direction he went. She would notice the time he came home, the way his footsteps dragged a little heavier on certain days. She would catch herself looking for him in crowds, scanning the street from her window, listening for his voice through the wall at night.
She was not stalking him. She was just paying attention. There was a difference.
She told herself that until the day he caught her.
It happened on a Tuesday evening.
She had been at the bookstore near her apartment, killing time before heading home. She had not gone there looking for him. She had genuinely wanted a new book.
But when she walked past the cafe section in the back, she spotted him immediately. He was sitting alone at a small table by the window, a cup of coffee untouched in front of him, staring at his phone with an expression she could not read.
She should have kept walking. She should have turned around and gone to the register and left.
Instead, she found a shelf nearby. She picked up a book she had no intention of buying. She watched him over the top of the pages.
He ran a hand through his hair. He checked his phone again. He sighed.
She wondered what he was thinking about. She wondered if he ever thought about her at all, or if she was just the annoying neighbor who made him eat pancakes once.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice him look up.
Their eyes met.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then his expression shifted. Confusion. Recognition. And then something colder.
He stood up.
Yuwon's stomach dropped. She shoved the book back on the shelf and turned to leave, but his voice cut through the quiet cafe.
"Yuwon."
She froze.
She heard his footsteps approaching. Steady. Deliberate.
"Turn around."
She turned.
He was standing a few feet away, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp in a way she had never seen before. Not the cold indifference from their first meeting. Not the tired softness from that morning at his door. This was anger. Real, quiet, controlled anger.
"Were you following me?"
"No."
"Do not lie to me."
The words hit harder than she expected. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
He stepped closer. "I saw you at the convenience store three days ago. You walked in, saw me, and left without buying anything. I saw you outside my building yesterday morning. You were standing by the corner for no reason. And now this." He gestured around the bookstore. "You are watching me from a bookshelf like I am some kind of project."
Her face burned. "It is not like that.”
"Then what is it like?"
She should have had an answer ready. She had had days to prepare for this moment, if she was being honest with herself. But standing in front of him, with his voice low and his eyes boring into hers, every excuse she had rehearsed evaporated.
So she told him the truth.
"I am lonely," she said.
He stopped.
She felt her throat tighten. She hated how small her voice sounded. But she kept going.
"I moved here two weeks ago. I do not know anyone. I do not have family nearby. I spend most of my nights in my apartment by myself, and sometimes I go days without having a real conversation with anyone." She looked down at her hands. "I saw you at that coffee shop with your friends. You looked so normal. So happy. And I just wanted to be near someone who seemed like they had it together."
He stared at her. The anger was still there, but it was quieter now. Listening.
"I was not trying to spy on you," she said. "I was not trying to be weird. I just wanted to feel like I was part of someone's world, even if I was only watching from the outside."
The silence that followed was heavy. She could feel him studying her, trying to decide if she was lying.
"You barely know me," he said finally.
"I know. But you are the only person in this city who has talked to me more than once. Even if you were annoyed the whole time."
He blinked. Something in his expression shifted. Not a smile. Not warmth. But the hard edge softened, just a little.
"That is really sad," he said.
"I know."
He looked at her for a long moment. Then he let out a breath and grabbed his bag.
"Come on."
She looked up. "What?"
"I was about to leave anyway. We live in the same building. I will walk with you."
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She just nodded and followed him to the register, where she bought the book she had been pretending to read.
They walked home in silence at first. The evening air was cool, and the street was quiet. She kept stealing glances at him, but he kept his eyes forward, hands in his pockets.
"I am not going to be your friend just because you followed me around," he said eventually.
"I know."
"And I am not some project you can fix."
"I did not say you were."
He glanced at her. "You were thinking it."
She smiled a little. "Maybe."
He shook his head, but there was no real frustration in it.
They reached the building. He held the door open for her, which surprised her so much she almost walked into the frame.
"Thank you," she said.
He just nodded.
They climbed the stairs in silence. When they reached her door, she hesitated.
"For what it is worth," she said, "I am not trying to fix you. I just wanted someone to talk to. And you seemed like someone worth talking to."
He stopped at his own door. He did not turn around.
"You have a weird way of showing it."
"I know."
He unlocked his door. Paused.
"Goodnight, Yuwon."
She smiled.
"Goodnight."
She went inside and closed the door. And through the wall, a few minutes later, she heard his TV turn on. Normal. Just a normal Tuesday night.
sypnosis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.
warnings ; fluff angst slow burn (all faces used from pinterest)
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sypnosis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.
warnings ; fluff angst slow burn (all faces used from pinterest)
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It had been a few days since I moved into my new apartment, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I finally had plans that didn’t involve unpacking boxes or trying to figure out where I put everything.
“Yuwon, you’re seriously taking forever.”
I looked over at my phone, smiling when I saw Nayun’s message pop up. Typical Nayun. She had always been the impatient one between us, even when she was the person who was late most of the time.
I quickly grabbed my bag and checked myself one last time in the mirror. Moving had been exhausting, but seeing my best friend again reminded me that maybe this new chapter of my life wouldn’t be as lonely as I thought.
When I finally stepped outside, I spotted Nayun waiting for me with a familiar smile on her face.
“Took you long enough,” she teased as soon as I walked over.
I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You missed me, don’t lie.”
“Maybe a little,” she admitted, pulling me into a quick hug.
Being around Nayun felt easy. She was one of the few people who could make me forget about everything else going on in my head. After catching up on everything that happened since we last saw each other, we decided to walk around and find a cute cafe nearby.
The cafe was exactly what I needed. Warm lighting, soft music playing in the background, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It felt peaceful, like a place where you could sit for hours and just let time pass.
Nayun and I found a table near the window, talking about random things as we waited for our drinks. I smiled at how normal everything felt again.
“Sooo,” Nayun started, “How is moving in like?”
“I took a sip of my drink before answering. “Stressful.”
“That bad?” Nayun asked, resting her chin in her hand.
I let out a small laugh. “I underestimated how much stuff I actually owned. I swear I unpacked the same box three different times because I kept forgetting where I wanted things.”
“That sounds exactly like you.”
“Hey.”
“You’re indecisive.”
“I like to think I’m detail oriented.”
She snorted into her drink, making me laugh too.
“But…” I continued, my smile softening, “it feels nice. Weird, but nice. It’s the first place that’s completely mine.”
Nayun smiled at me. “I’m proud of you.”
The words caught me off guard.
“Really?”
“Of course.” She shrugged like it was obvious. “You worked hard for this. You deserve to be excited.”
For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just watched people come and go outside the café window while the music quietly played overhead.
Then the café door opened.
The sound of laughter carried through the room before I even looked up.
Four guys walked inside together, talking over one another like they’d known each other forever.
The one in the middle immediately caught my attention.
Dark hair slightly messy, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, a smile I hadn’t seen before spread across his face.
Woojin, my neighbor.
He was laughing.
Not the polite smile he’d given me the other day after nearly slamming the door in my face.
A real one.
I blinked.
“So he does know how to smile,” I murmured without thinking.
“Hm?” Nayun followed my gaze toward the entrance.
“They’re kind of loud,” she whispered.
I nodded absentmindedly, still watching.
The guy walking beside him was impossible to miss. He had bright, expressive eyes and talked with his hands so much I was surprised he hadn’t knocked into anyone yet. Every few seconds he’d throw an arm around someone or dramatically reenact whatever story he was telling, making the others laugh even harder.
Another one carried himself completely differently. Taller, quieter, and calm, he stayed near the back of the group with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t speak much, but whenever he did, the others immediately looked at him before bursting into laughter again.
The last one looked effortlessly put together, dressed neatly with a relaxed confidence. He leaned against the counter while waiting to order, casually teasing the overly energetic one beside him with an amused smile.
They all seemed…comfortable.
Comfortable with each other.
Comfortable with him.
I found myself staring longer than I meant to.
It was strange.
The guy who barely wanted to hold a conversation with me looked like an entirely different person around them.
He wasn’t guarded.
He wasn’t awkward.
He looked…happy.
“Earth to Yuwon.”
Nayun waved a hand in front of my face.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been staring for, like, a full minute.”
“I have not.”
“You absolutely have.”
I looked away, clearing my throat.
“I was just observing.”
“Oh?” she said, grinning. “Observing who?”
“My neighbor.”
“Neighbor?”
“The one I told you about.”
“The grumpy one?”
“…Maybe.”
Nayun peeked over her shoulder before turning back to me.
“I don’t know…” she whispered dramatically. “He doesn’t exactly look grumpy right now.”
I sighed.
“I know.”
There was something about the contrast that bothered me more than it should have.
Around me, he’d looked like he wanted the conversation to end as quickly as possible.
Around them…
He looked like someone carrying nothing at all.
“I wonder what happened,” I mumbled.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” I traced circles around my cup with my finger. “He just seems…different.”
Nayun studied my face for a second before smirking.
“You’re curious.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m simply making observations.”
“Mhm.”
“I am.”
“If you say so.”
Before I could argue again, I noticed him glance in our direction for the briefest second.
Our eyes met.
Only for a moment.
Then he looked away like nothing had happened, continuing his conversation with his friends as they collected their drinks.
For some reason, That tiny glance stayed with me long after they walked out of the café.
Maybe my first impression of him wasn’t the whole story.
sypnosis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.
warnings ; fluff angst slow burn (all faces used from pinterest)
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At nineteen years old, I finally had something I could call my own.
Standing in front of my new apartment door, I couldn’t help but smile. After years of working hard, saving, and pushing myself through every challenge that came my way, I was finally here. It wasn’t the biggest place, and it wasn’t some luxurious dream apartment, but it was mine. A fresh start. A place where I could make my own memories and finally enjoy the peace I had been searching for.
I spent the entire day unpacking boxes, organizing my things, and imagining what my new life would look like. For once, everything felt calm. No distractions, no unnecessary drama, just me, my new home, and the quiet life I always wanted.
After what felt like forever, I finally finished unpacking and decided to greet my new neighbor. I slipped on my slippers, fixed my hair, and grabbed the small box of cookies I had bought earlier that morning as a welcome gift.
I wasn’t expecting anything special just a simple introduction and maybe the chance to start off on good terms. After all, I was going to be living next to this person, and having a friendly relationship with my neighbor seemed like the easiest way to keep things peaceful.
I walked out into the hallway and stopped in front of the door beside mine. Taking a small breath, I lifted my hand and knocked.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
I was about to knock again when the door suddenly opened, revealing a boy around my age standing in front of me. His expression was unreadable, his hair slightly messy like I had interrupted him, and the first thing I noticed was the slight look of annoyance on his face.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
I blinked, holding up the box of cookies.
“Hi. I’m your new neighbor. I just moved in, so I wanted to introduce myself.”
He glanced at the cookies, then back at me.
“Okay.”
That was it.
No smile. No introduction. Not even a simple welcome.
I stared at him, already questioning if I had made the right decision trying to be friendly.
“…I’m Yuwon, by the way.”
He looked at me for a moment before finally answering.
“Woojin.”
And somehow, with just one word, I already had a feeling that living next to him was going to be interesting.
“It’s nice to meet you, Woojin.” I smiled as I reached my hand out for a handshake.
He looked down at my hand and looked back up at me.
“If you’re done I’ll go back to what I was doing.” He replied coldly.
I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment as I bowed slightly and went back to my apartment. I already had a feeling that living next to him was going to be interesting.
I got ready for bed replaying the interaction from earlier. How can someone be so rude? I thought, He dosen’t even know who I am how can he be so rude? I sighed and threw myself onto the mattress in my temporarily empty room. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and decided to text my best friend.
Nayun.
She placed her phone down beside her pillow, a small smile still lingering on her face. No matter how busy life got or how many things changed, having someone like Nayun by her side made everything feel a little easier.
The room grew quiet as Yuwon looked out the window, letting the peaceful night settle in.
And with that, she closed her eyes, holding onto the comfort of knowing that somewhere out there, her best friend was resting too.
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