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PROLOGUE
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"i liked your pink note pick up lines better..."
namjoon frowned at the older, sticking his tongue out.
"shut up, you're not even funny"
seokjin raises his eyebrows, challenging him.
"says the one with horrible dad jokes everyday"
"okay, now you're just being offensive"
seokjin then tackles the taller boy into the couch, tickling him, making the younger squirm under his fingertips
although namjoon managed to flip them over and almost covered jin's body with his, seokjin still worked his fingers against namjoon's ticklish body..
"jin! stop p-please"
namjoon says through his giggles as the older kept on jabbing his fingers onto his sides. but then namjoon's guest suddenly bursts through the door.
"namjoon? who are you talking to?"
CHAPTER ONE
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*knock knock
Namjoon's sleepy eyes fluttered lightly at the noise but didn't wake up, instead he turned himself to the opposite side in his sheets.
*knock knock
his eyes peeled open a bit, to look at his alarm clock that read exactly 2am.
"you better have a good reason.."
he mumbles, quietly cursing at this person, who woke him up at this ungodly hour.
*knock knock
"I'm coming!"
he groans loudly before trudging to his front door. but the knocking stopped and he saw a shadow move from outside his door. he was about to open his door with half-opened eyelids, but he halted in his tracks when he heard something crumple beneathe his bare feet. he looked down squinting his eyes, and noticed that he was standing on a piece of paper, pink paper.
he crouched and picked it up.
"what's this?"
his eyesbrows furrowed and unfolded it.
"dear neighbour,
are you a parking ticket? because you've got FINE written all over you ;)"
~ 진♡
on a normal day, Namjoon would chuckle at these kind of pick-up lines (which he sometimes receives from both his female and male co-workers) but receiving this at 2 fucking am, nope, he was not giving any smiles for that. Namjoon opened his door, annoyed at this person, but saw no one at his doorway, he was sure that he saw a person's shadow pass by it. he didn't want to deal with this prank shit so early in the morning, so he slammed his door shut and crumpled the piece of paper, throwing it to the nearest trash bin on his way to his bedroom. he muttered curses under his breath as his body crashed onto his soft mattress, his sheets engulfing his body, lulling him back to sleep.
but little did sleepy Namjoon know SOMEONE was watching him.
CHAPTER TWO
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*3 days before the pink paper incident*
DAY 1
a smile on Namjoon's face was plastered almost permanently, almost. he was moving in Seoul today, and he was ecstatic about it. he was promoted as a sales supervisor in this big company he works in and his boss wanted to transfer him in the main branch of the company, which was in Seoul.
the company will pay for his rents and his salary will be doubled because of his promotion, as long as his performance in the company is consistently good then he won't be losing any of his benefits any time soon.
his car was stuffed with his luggages, he practically fit in his whole house in the back of his car but he didn't mind any of that.
he was too happy to allow anything or anyone ruin his day. Namjoon carried all his luggages in front of his new apartment, when the company told him that it was just a simple apartment, he didn't think that this was their definition of simple.
"sweet!"
Namjoon smirked as he scanned the fifth floor, there were six apartments on the floor, three on each side, and his was on the left in the middle.
he opened his door and carried all his heavy luggages in. he let out a huge breath as he dropped all his belongings in his new living room.
he was amazed, his apartment looked so expensive yet very homey, it was fully furnished. it was like a five star hotel, really.
he happily scanned the whole apartment admiring every corner and space of it.
he likes it, would be an understatement. he loves it.
Namjoon was tired after carrying almost 8 luggages and he didn't have the energy left to unpack tonight.
he just leaves his belongings in his living room (messily). and went into his bedroom, he changed into his loose shirt but as he was pulling down his pants, he felt uncomfortable.
he just felt ..uneasy
he looked at his balcony (which was opened), there was nothing or no one that could see him stripping, since he had his lights out and he was sure that the light blue curtains on the balcony were enough to make him into a shadow when looking from outside.
"eh, I'm just not used to it.."
he whispered to himself and continued stripping into his boxers before jumping onto his fluffy bed immediately getting knocked out.
man, did he liked the show.
CHAPTER THREE
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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 nervous and excited.
"first day, here we go!"
he winked at himself through the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, grabbing his car keys and went out the door, as he was locking his door..
he felt it, again.
that uneasy feeling he felt last night, Namjoon snapped his head to the left side of the corridor but there was no one again.
he looked at the door of the apartment next to his, but he just shrugged it off and continued on with his day.
**
Namjoon had a great day at work. he was praised by his boss because Namjoon was actually a very fast-learner, and he didn't have to repeat his pointers to Namjoon.
his boss let Namjoon familiarize himself with the new people and new work environment. Namjoon loved his new workplace.
after work, he went to a drive-thru and he went to a department store to buy some additional things for his kitchen before heading back to his apartment.
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 at work.
after eating, he slipped his shoes and socks off throwing it to the side of his front door.
"I need a shoe rack.."
he mumbled to himself, scratching his chin which was adorned with hard little hairs, he needed to shave.
but Namjoon being the lazy ass, he is, just thought he would just do it tomorrow morning.
Namjoon plopped on his couch but realized he doesn't have a television. he sighed and pushed himself off the couch and went into his bedroom.
he needed to unpack, and 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.
it was getting late, Namjoon stretched his limbs, a few bones cracking as he was crouched the whole time he was unpacking.
"a massage would be nice.."
he mumbled yet again, he needed a massage but who would do it for him?
he pulled his pants off, leaving him in boxers and his white shirt, but Namjoon didn't feel like sleeping tonight with a piece of fabric sticking onto his skin, so he pulled off his shirt leaving his upper body bare. Namjoon then plopped on his bed, intaking the fresh lemon scent of his new bed sheets. but before he fell asleep he thought..
has it 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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DAY 3
Taehyung, Kim Taehyung
Namjoon met this bubbly guy at work. Taehyung approached him first and asked him for help as a customer was complaining to the younger earlier. and Namjoon handled the situation perfectly. after that, Taehyung wouldn't leave him alone and Namjoon didn't mind it at all. he loved Taehyung's company, he was an entertaining person.
Namjoon adjusted easily in his workplace and had a few co-workers befriended already, his new friends invited him and Taehyung to lunch and he happily agreed but Taehyung and him just seemed to have a great bond, he felt like they were friends ever since.
when they got off their working hours, it was raining. Namjoon offered Taehyung a ride since the younger was about to get on a bus but it was raining cats and dogs. and since Namjoon was very fond of his new friend, he offered the bubbly guy a ride home.
"can we drop by the department store? I just need to buy something.."
Namjoon says and Taehyung nods happily.
**
Namjoon bought a new shoe rack and groceries to fill his fridge. Taehyung helped him carry his groceries while he carried his wooden shoe rack. man, was it heavy. they both ran into the rain to get to the building, and guess what? Taehyung also lives in Namjoon's apartment complex.
the two laughed as their crisp suits were now drenched and their hairs were matted on their foreheads, they were laughing because the wooden rack that Namjoon was protecting so hard from the rain got wet anyway, when a car swooshed a puddle right in front of them as they were running towards the doors of the apartment complex building.
Taehyung couldn't help but laugh as Namjoon cussed at the speeding car, with his face scrunched up because the car had splashed his face. the two went into the elevator and were receiving judgemental stares from the people who were coming in and out. Taehyung lived right across Namjoon's apartment.
"how come I don't see you when I go to work?"
Namjoon asked placing the wooden rack in front of his door as Taehyung placed his groceries next to the rack.
"I go to work at 6am, you're a supervisor that's why you come to work later, hyung-nim"
Taehyung replies
"well, I gotta go home now, my boyfriend's gonna kill me"
Taehyung laughed motioning at his drenched self.
"okay, see you tomorrow"
Namjoon was a bit shocked when Taehyung said he has a boyfriend, because Taehyung didn't seem gay at all.
Maybe he's a top?
Namjoon shook his head, laughing internally before waving at Taehyung, who returned the wave and walked just right across Namjoon's apartment door. Namjoon got into his apartment and he was met with a very quiet atmosphere, finally relaxation..
he smiled putting the new shoe rack beside the door, and he put his shoes on it. he fixed his groceries in his fridge and took out his pan and the ramyeon he bought.
Namjoon loves ramen. So does he.
CHAPTER FIVE
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he liked watching Namjoon do things, ever since the newcomer moved into the apartment next to his, Namjoon caught his eye. the day Jin saw Namjoon tumbling out the elevator while carrying his luggages, he was having a bad day because some little girl ran away from him —again.
but when he saw the funny sight of the clumsy man struggling with his eight luggage, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. and he thought that Namjoon was very good-looking.
he watched as Namjoon carried his belongings just stopping right in front of the apartment door, right next to his. —well, used to be his.
he wanted to help Namjoon that day but he was very shy. its not like Namjoon would notice him but he was still shy. but that very night when he was hanging out in the balcony of his empty apartment, right next to Namjoon's, he saw that Namjoon's balcony doors were open.
Jin was curious, he knew he shouldn't be doing this but he still he did. Jin crossed the building and quietly stepped onto Namjoon's balcony. he just wanted to see attractive Namjoon again.
he peeked his head through the curtains, making sure that he was hidden and out of Namjoon's sight, like he isn't already. what he saw was something he did not expect but man, did —he like the show.
Namjoon was stripping off his clothes, Jin was not a pervert, he didn't mean to peek at the man who was changing his clothes but he just couldn't look away. Namjoon then tugged off his shirt and Jin almost let out a groan when Namjoon threw a new shirt on, hiding his perfect body. Jin wanted to look away because he knows what Namjoon's about to take off next, but just as Namjoon was about to tug his pants off, the male snapped his head towards where Jin was hiding, causing Jin to pull his head back immediately and pant rapidly.
he tip toed all the way back to his own balcony, crossing the building yet again, and then slid down with his back against the cold cement of the balcony's fence. he almost got caught.
but why was he hiding?
he thought to himself, he knows he's not gonna get caught even if Namjoon looked his way. Namjoon wouldn't acknowledge him.
**
the next morning, Seokjin was just aimlessly walking around the empty floor. everyone who lives on the floor was at work and he was just bored and alone. but he suddenly heard keys jingling and as a reflex he hid behind the left wall of the floor, near the fire exit window. he peeked his head to see Namjoon in a crisp black suit, locking his door.
Seokjin thought he looked very handsome but he couldn't tell him that. he knew he couldn't and wouldn't even have a chance, even if he wanted to. Jin frowned as he stared at Namjoon from afar but just like last night Namjoon snapped his head again towards Seokjin's direction which caused the older male to pull his head back in panic.
Seokjin slapped his head thinking why he was even hiding? when no one would look at him, not even Namjoon. Jin felt stupid hiding because he knows no one could see him, not anymore at least.
He was just a spirit —a ghost..
CHAPTER SIX
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after that ridiculous "almost-getting-caught-by-Namjoon" encounter, Seokjin just continued on with his day. Seokjin was a tall boy, with dust brown hair, broad shoulders, and fully plump lips. he was definitely handsome and ladies chased after him, but he was gay. he died of heart failure, three months ago. but he didn't get to leave this place, he had grudges. Jin was not a harmful spirit, he couldn't even hurt a fly when he was living. but he had grudges, and they were the ones written in his bucket list.
1. get a boyfriend
2. do a handstand
3. get a kiss while watching the sun set.
4. go camping
5. watch fireworks and get rid of my phobia
Jin looked at the piece of pink parchment pathetically and threw it on the table, the only furniture that was in this empty apartment. besides the box of pens and pink sticky notes.
Seokjin was tangible but not visible.
he could pass through things if he wanted to. he could touch and move things, even the people he brushes past could feel him completely but they could not see him. only a few occassional little kids could, but they would run away as soon as their parents ask who they were talking to and they realize he's in fact a ghost.
Jin was bored as usual, he wanted to give up finding a way to resolve his grudge but he knew he couldn't because he didn't want to get stuck in this place forever.
"stupid bucket list, why did I even write those?"
he grumbled to himself crossing his arms and pacing the empty bedroom back and forth. his apartment was still empty and not for lease because of his death incident. the owner of the complex wanted to wait for another month before he could rent out Jin's apartment again.
an idea popped into Seokjin's bored mind but he knew it was a total invasion of privacy. even as a ghost he still had his manners but something about Namjoon just made him very curious. but he just shrugged and decided he would pay Namjoon's apartment a visit.
**
Namjoon's apartment interior was beautiful, his feet padded on Namjoon's carpeted floor. he opened Namjoon's fridge, and saw that it was empty apart from a few tupperwares of kimchi but that was it, really. Seokjin loves food and seeing an empty fridge makes him feel unsettled. he was used to having fully stocked fridge. he just shut the fridge, it wasn't his business anyway.
he was in Namjoon's apartment, now what?
he didn't want to go into Namjoon's room, because first nothing's probably there because he just moved in (he saw Namjoon's luggage sprawled in his living room) and second, he was not supposed to go in there. but his feet still brought him into Namjoon's room, anyway.
a bed, it has been a while since he lied down on a bed.
he couldn't help but let his fingers slide against the soft sheets of Namjoon's bed. and before he knows it, he was snoring away on top of Namjoon's bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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Seokjin heard the familiar jingling of keys faintly and he stirred from his slumber, and panicked as he remembered that he was still in Namjoon's room. he quickly smoothed down Namjoon's bed, he made a dent on it.
"I need a shoe rack.."
Seokjin heard a soft but deep voice speak. it was Namjoon.
he loved how deep and manly Namjoon's voice was, he was totally smitten. he would buy Namjoon a shoe rack but his situation won't really allow him. then he checked around the room to see if anything was in the right place, to avoid Namjoon from getting suspicious then he ran out to Namjoon's balcony hiding behind the wall, wanting to see his attractive neighbour one more time before he goes to his lonely apartment.
he peeked at the windows of the balcony door slowly and he saw Namjoon folding and unpacking his things, it lasted about 30 minutes. but Jin did not get bored watching him, not even one bit. he was entertained the whole time because of Namjoon's facial expressions. Namjoon would protrude his chin when he couldn't fold his shirts correctly, Jin also noticed how Namjoon would groan in irritation whenever his hanger falls off because of his clumsy actions. Seokjin found this scene quite amusing but he kept himself from making a noise.
Namjoon was done unpacking and folding, Jin saw him stand up and stretch his arms above his head, lifting the tip of his shirt flashing Jin a bit of skin.
"a massage would be nice.."
he heard Namjoon speak again, and he could feel something stir in his stomach.
I'll massage you
Seokjin replied silently in his mind while biting his lip.
Seokjin swears he wasn't a pervert, but he just couldn't help it, okay? Namjoon was stripping and he was watching, again. Seokjin felt something poking out from his pants. Yes, was having a boner.
he was a spirit but he was almost still alive and well, he could still do everything and anything like what he did when he was alive but the problem was he's dead and invisible to most people's eyes. Jin thought the show was done but things heated up for him a bit more when Namjoon threw his shirt off leaving him bare skin and just lying on his mattress, his slightly built chest and stomach were exposed to Seokjin's thirsty eyes.
Jin thought that this was enough, he peeled his eyes off Namjoon's tired figure and quietly bids him 'good night', before he crosses again to his own balcony as quietly as he could, while uncomfortably moving with a boner between his legs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Seokjin was walking through the park because it was definitely one those days that he just wanted to chill, forget about his damn bucket list, and just enjoy his time here on earth.
he appreciated how the leaves would fall on his shoulders but would quickly brush it off before someone sees a floating leaf on a park bench. he definitely didn't want to spook anyone.
a few dogs on leash barked at him as their owners passed by him, looking past him when they looked at where or what their dogs are barking at. he laughed to himself, because as a few people looked past him, he would make faces at them because he knew nobody could see him and his antics.
although he liked this invisibility thing a bit (it has its advantages, like peeking at his hot neighbour), but most of the time, Jin felt lonely.
a kid suddenly sat beside him, Jin tensed up a bit but soon realized the kid probably doesn't see him.
"are you a parking ticket?"
Seokjin's head snapped towards the little girl's direction, who was now staring back at him with her little red balloon in her hands.
"why?"
"because you've got fine written all over you.."
the little girl giggled, making small finger guns at Jin pretending to shoot him with it. the little girl was adorable and resembled his neighbour at the complex, Jimin. Seokjin laughed at the little girl's pick up line (which is probably better than most of his dad jokes).
"you're good, where did you learn that?"
Seokjin smiles at the little girl, and the little girl shoots back an eye-smile, which was really familiar.
"I heard my brother say it to his boyfriend and Yoongi-oppa laughed. And I thought it could cheer you up and it did"
she explains looking at Seokjin, while clapping her hands. he was touched at the little girl's intention.
"it did make me smile, thank you. you're very nice. what's your name?"
Seokjin adores this child just like how he did Jimin. he really felt like he was talking to Jimin again. The difference is, he is talking in a child-like voice to this adorable little kid.
"I'm Jihye, what's your name handsome oppa?"
"Jin. Seokjin-oppa"
"Jihye-ah! there you are.."
a woman comes up to the two of them, halting their conversation. the woman then hugs little Jihye tightly.
"don't you ever run from me like that, I was worried"
the woman sighs rubbing little Jihye's back.
"I wasn't alone anyway, Eomma. I was talking to this handsome-oppa"
Little Jihye points her little fingers towards Seokjin. before the kid could see Seokjin shaking his head telling to not point at him.
"Huh? what oppa?"
her mother furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she looked past Seokjin. and Seokjin let out a huge sigh of relief as the woman did not see him.
"come on, I think you're just hungry"
her mom pulls little Jihye on her feet and started walking the opposite direction from Seokjin.
"annyeong, Jin-oppa~" little Jihye looks back and waves at Jin, making him smile uncontrollably.
**
Seokjin walked back to the apartment complex with a smile on his face and a pick up line in his head. but it soon faltered when he saw the guy named Taehyung who lived across Namjoon's apartment, getting smiley and touchy with his attractive neighbour.
it was none of his business.
the thing Seokjin was curious about is why is it every time he sees Namjoon, he always automatically hides just like how he was right now. hiding behind the left wall that was near the fire exit window, again.
he doesn't get it, it's like he was a school girl hiding from her crush because she's very shy.
Namjoon can't see me. he never will.
CHAPTER NINE
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Jin was sad.
Namjoon makes him sad.
he makes Jin want to be alive again and be friends with him (better if boyfriends).
he was sitting alone in his dark and empty apartment but then he remembered little Jihye from the park earlier, and the thought of the little girl just instantly made him smile again because she really does resemble his friend, Jimin.
he missed Park Jimin, he missed talking to him and he thought it would be nice to pay him a visit tonight. he walked into Jimin's apartment, quiet apartment. the shorter guy would usually be having music blasting throughout the entire flat. but it was quiet.
it was until Jin heard faint thuds coming from Jimin's bedroom. he wanted to see his friend even if he can't talk to him, so he walked towards Jimin's bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he heard slapping and inappropriate noises.
"ah! Y-Yoongi, go faster"
"you like it rough, huh baby?"
"ah! ah! please- oh!"
Jin's cheeks heated up as he realized what his friend was doing. his eyes widen and sprinted out of Jimin's apartment, his face flushing in embarrassment, he almost walked in on Jimin having sex with someone.
not just with someone, but a MAN.
he must be mistaken, Jimin has been his neighbour for seven years and never has Jimin brought home a guy, he always had girlfriends.
Jin shuddered at the thought of his friend getting fucked by a dude. Jimin never showed signs of being gay but then again Jin, himself just discovered he was gay four months before his death, when some guy on a bus stop squeezed his ass and his reaction was not hostile, in fact Jin liked it. Things escalated too quickly that him and that random stranger were already making out in public before he even noticed it. then and there at a random bus stop that he accepted, he was gay and liked being man-handled.
Seokjin finally calmed down his nerves and just decided to visit his friend Jimin some other day, he walked past Namjoon's door.
he wanted to see Namjoon, he just couldn't get enough of the tall, attractive, and lanky man next door. he took a deep breath and peeked his head into Namjoon's door, and there he saw handsome Namjoon hunched over his single stove, cooking ramyeon. Seokjin loves food. and his favorite was ramyeon.
man, did Jin want to just waltz in there and join Namjoon in eating.
he sighs and leaves going into his own apartment. he was lonely again and bored. but a piece of paper flew at his feet, it was a pink paper. his favorite colour, which made him smile slightly. Jin likes this colour because it just makes him feel happy, the colour is very calming and bright. it seriously just makes him want to smile every time he sees this colour. after all pink does symbolize joy. and his loneliness just suddenly washed away and he had a stupid but great idea. he skipped into his bedroom, going to his table with scattered pens on it.
he grabbed one and wrote..
dear neighbour,
are you a parking ticket? because you've got FINE written all over you ;) ~진 ♡
CHAPTER TEN
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*night of the pink paper incident*
Seokjin has been biting his nails and was walking around in his apartment, nervous because it was his first time doing this kind of thing, let alone to the guy he's crushing on. (childish, he knows that)
"this is so dumb.."
he laughed to himself holding the piece of paper in his clammy hands, for others it may not be a big deal doing this to their crush. but for 26 year old Seokjin, it was embarrassing and too cheesy. although, he knows that Namjoon will never know who wrote this to him, Jin still felt nervous.
he huffed and stomped his feet before making up his mind and walked out of his apartment standing right in front of Namjoon's door. he lifted his fist up to Namjoon's door, his fist lightly shaking in anxiousness, but he knocked anyway.
no answer..
he wanted Namjoon to see the letter now, because if he just slips it under Namjoon's doorway it would probably fly away and get lost inside Namjoon's apartment. so he knocked again and waited for a couple seconds.
still no answer..
"okay, after this one. I'm out"
he huffed to himself taking another deep breath before knocking on Namjoon's door, for the third time.
"I'm coming!"
a voice yelled from inside, and Seokjin's eyes brightened at the sound of his voice. he quickly slipped his note under Namjoon's door and ran behind the left corner that was near the fire exit (it was almost becoming his hiding spot). he peeked and smiled sheepishly as he saw Namjoon with his head stuck out in the hallway, probably looking for Jin. he saw that Namjoon was clutching his pink paper but then Namjoon slammed his door shut and then Seokjin ran into his apartment and went out of his balcony, quietly tip toeing over to Namjoon's.
he stuck his head out a bit taking a glimpse of sleepy Namjoon who was now walking towards his bed. he saw Namjoon crumple the pink note and throw it in the trash can before crashing into his mattress immediately falling back to sleep.
Seokjin pouted and felt dismayed, because he spent hours overthinking of what Namjoon's reaction would be if he read the pick up line, but to his disappointment that was Namjoon's reaction instead of a cute smile that Jin was expecting. but then the red light of Namjoon's alarm clock that was on his bedside table caught Jin's attention, he squinted his eyes and it read 2:04am.
2:04am?!
Seokjin face-palmed himself as he realized no wonder Namjoon looked pissed, who would want to get their sleep ruined by a dumbass pick up line at two in the morning.
real smooth, Jin. real smooth.
he didn't know he spent so much time pacing in his apartment when he decided to give Namjoon the note.
"idiot!"
Jin grumbles hitting his head repeatedly as he went back to his own apartment, feeling really stupid. he really wanted to bang his head against the walls of his flat but he didn't want his room to be the typical "haunted-empty-room-that-makes-noises" in an apartment complex.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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*knock knock
Namjoon's eyes sprang open as he was awakened by knocking again for the fourth time this week. it was the pink note maniac again, Namjoon buried himself in his sheets hoping for the knocking to go away. but this person was persistent and kept on pounding on his door.
Namjoon was really getting tired and irritated of this person and their notes. the first note he received said..
dear neighbour, are you a parking ticket?
because you've got FINE written all over you ;) ~진 ♡
the second note that was sent the other night said..
dear neighbour, are you a camera? because everytime i look at you, i smile. ;) ~ 진 ♡
the third note that was slipped through Namjoon's door just yesterday, exactly two in the morning..
dear neighbour, if you were a tropical fruit, you'd probably be a FINE-apple ;)
okay, this is just lame haha ~ 진 ♡
although this particular one did make Namjoon chuckle a bit, which he had a hard time admitting to himself, because his annoyance to this person somehow diminished after this lame one.
but today (it's 2am again), he just wanted some sleep yet his feet still carried him out of his bed like it has its own mind and the minute he steps in front of his door, he saw that pink note again..
dear neighbour, can I borrow a kiss? i promise i'll give it back. ~ 진 ♡
the first two notes did annoy him but after the third one he started to appreciate it, and now the fourth one just made him smile at this person's cheezy note, he didn't know why but it just did. he was supposed to scold this person but he changed his mind, he just wanted to meet this person instead and get to know them.
Namjoon was flattered as someone was actually this cute to send him pick up lines, although it did annoy him that this person always sent it at an ungodly hour, but he just somehow started to like it anyway.
how odd..
he walked back to his bed, while repeatedly reading the short cheesy pick up line and making himself smile even more. he put it on his desk together with the other notes (except the first note since he threw it away). he fell back on his mattress staring at his ceiling with a dimpled grin drawn on his features. he wants to meet this person and he will tomorrow. Namjoon scoffed and clicked his lamp off before drifting off to his deep slumber.
and he was there. Jin saw that dimpled smile he has been waiting to see and that gave him the urge to send more of those pick up lines.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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Namjoon tapped his shoe impatiently against the floor, before placing his tea on top of a metal cabinet, crossed his arms against his chest, and wore a scowl on his face. one of the company's employees broke the photocopier, sure there were many more of them in building, but if an employee breaks something it was under Namjoon's responsibility.
Min Yoongi
the employee who broke the photocopier because he was snoring away that he forgot he had a beverage in his hand and accidentally dropped it on top of the machine.
"you should've been more careful, Yoongi. be thankful the machine didn't start a fire."
Namjoon scolds Yoongi who had his head lowered in shame for slacking off at work. Yoongi was just tired and worn out because of him and his boyfriend's last night's shenanigans. Namjoon knew Yoongi was his hyung but this was work and Yoongi here is his hoobae and he was the sunbae. work is work, that was what Namjoon thought. and he's just being fair, treating all the employees under him the same.
"I'm sorry, sir. I have no excuse"
"it's okay, although this will definitely get deducted from your monthly salary."
"I understand, sir"
"Go on then, back to work. no more sleeping, Min Yoongi!"
"Eunji!"
Namjoon calls out for his personal assistant, who came tumbling in her heels as she hurriedly attended to her boss' needs.
"yes, sir?"
"call the maintenance and tell them to put this away and bring a new one"
"yes, sir"
Secretary Eunji made sure to flutter her eyelashes and stuck her chest put as she responded but her inappropriate actions went unnoticed by busy and stressed Namjoon. Namjoon then pats the older's shoulder and then Yoongi ran off continuing with his work.
Namjoon rubbed his temples and sighed out his stress.
"okay, where did I leave my tea now?" he says looking around the office for his cup of green tea. he scratched his head at his tea's weird disappearance.
**
Namjoon was finally back at his apartment. he was worn out and just wanted to sleep, he worked extra hours today since his boss thought it was fantastic to extend the company's service for today and not to mention the earful he got from him because of that damn photocopier. but thankfully the day was done.
he was now walking on his carpeted floor with bare feet, he loved walking around bare feet because of his soft carpet, it relaxed his nerves. his feet padded against the soft cloth and he crashed on the sofa, checked his wrist watch and it read "11:38pm".
before going to bed he ate some left over chicken and then took a quick shower as he passed his desk, he saw the pink notes scattered all over his table, probably blown by the wind. and then he remembered, he was supposed to meet this person, and that alone made him both smile and worry. smiling because he's finally going to meet this person but worried because this might be some modus to infiltrate his apartment or some serial killer for all he knows, but that would be stupid, what kind of bad person would make him a victim by sending cheezy notes?
Namjoon laughed at the thought a little too much than he intended.
he shrugs because he still couldn't wait to catch this person tonight. but to do that he needs to sleep on the couch and he also needs to wear socks so his footsteps wouldn't be heard when he walks over to the door. he grabbed a pillow and wore some socks, --blue polka dotted socks (don't judge joonie) and crashed on the couch, sighing out his stress-filled day.
**
*knock knock
Namjoon rubbed his eyes and peeked at his wall clock. it was 2:04am.
*knock knock
a smile instantly made it's way up to his face, he was finally going to see this person. he dusted himself off and walked towards his front door quietly, the knocking seemed to be rushed different from this person's usual soft ones. Namjoon took a deep breath and yanked open his door..
"Taehyung?"