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Jimin was exhausted.
He was sprinting home in the pouring rain after what was possibly the worst day at work ever, and to make matters worse, one of his students had forgotten his umbrella at home, so Jimin, being the sweet little fairy he was, let him have his.
His apartment was too close for him to need to call a cab, and Jimin wasn't weak, so he refused to take one this time (or maybe it was because he had never hailed a cab before and he was too scared to try). With a bag over his head, the depressed dance teacher reflected on the many unfortunate events from work today.
It started when he got to the studio and found out that a pipe burst in another teacher's usual room, so they had to teach their class where he normally practiced, and now he was a whole session behind on practicing for the studio's upcoming recital which was only a few days away. To make matters worse, one of his students also managed to pull a muscle because they were late and didn't stretch properly.
The number of times Jimin had stressed the importance of stretching... and Jason never failed to ignore him.
After that incident, his next class had decided that practicing the changes Jimin had made to their dance overnight was not needed and simultaneously decided to forget those said changes, so Jimin had to spend the entire class going over what he had the day before, and was now behind on yet another routine that needed to be finished before the recital.
So long story short, Jimin was having an extremely bad day, and he just needed a good night's sleep to reset his mood so tomorrow could have a shot at being better.
When Jimin arrived at his apartment, he was greeted by the smell of some instant ramen cooking and silently thanked God for Kim Taehyung. For, in the kitchen, said Kim Taehyung was slaving away at the source of the instant ramen smell. Jimin had sent him a panic text before he sprinted home from the studio in the rain, hoping that Tae would be able to make something simple for him without burning the house down.
"I'm so proud of you Tae; no fire marshals called this time!" Jimin yelled on his way to their tiny shared bathroom. Being a mediocre dance instructor didn’t pay that well and Tae was still in medical school. Bless him for wanting to be a pediatrician.
"Listen, that was one time and it was because I was helping our neighbor make something for his husband," Taehyung retorted, "The ramen will be done soon so I'll try to keep it warm until you finish your shower, ok?"
"Ugh, thanks Tae, I love you so much," Jimin said before closing the door to the bathroom. Soon after a, "love you too my precious soulmate Jiminie," could be heard relatively clearly thanks to the shitty paper thin walls of their apartment.
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Jimin was laying in bed after finishing his shower and eating the room temperature, expertly-made ramen when he heard it.
Now, the landlady was nice enough to inform him that someone had moved in next door and to expect some noise during the day, but she didn't say to expect this amount of noise at night. There was some loud banging coming from the other side of Jimin's bedroom wall, but he just shrugged it off as some final box moving before bed and tried his best to get some shut-eye. It was already 12:30 am, and he was, as said before, exhausted.
The banging noise did stop as he hoped for, and Jimin was content... for about 35 seconds.
Suddenly, loud ass bass noises and (sick, although Jimin wouldn't admit that to anyone) beats filtered in through the apparently useless walls.
"Oh, what the fuck," Jimin breathed out as he got up out of his bed and stomped all the way out into the hallway. He turned and walked to his neighbor's door, politely knocking a few times. He was trying to stay calm and not lose his shit, but it wasn’t really working when no one was answering.
Jimin finally realized that the dick owner of this apartment probably couldn’t hear him over the sound of the kinda catchy annoying music he was playing, so Jimin started pounding on the door until finally, the apartment door with chipped white paint whipped away to reveal the face of a very mean and attractive looking man scowling at him.
"What." Oh, fuck that was a deep voice, Jimin couldn’t help but think as the man continued to speak, "Hello, I'm busy, what the fuck do you want? It's twelve-thirty a.m."
Jimin snapped out of his trance when reminded of the ungodly hour of the night it was, "Yah, you're right! It's twelve fucking thirty a.m.! Could you please use headphones or something? I really need to sleep."
"Nah, headphones dull my genius."
Jimin was dumbfounded. All of his other neighbors were nice, so why did this one have to be a dick? "What's your name," he asked, not because he wanted to know the name of the hot neighbor next door, but rather he needed a name to curse anytime he annoyed him.
"Why would I tell a midget my name," the stupid neighbor snorted.
"We're literally the same height what the fuck," Jimin angrily began, "But anyway, I always like to include names on noise complaints. Although I suppose I could just put your apartment number." Jimin smiled when the other midget blanched.
"Wait please don't report me, I really can't be kicked out again. Joon will kill me, we're supposed to start working together soon," the man pleaded. Joon? Where have I heard that before, Jimin wondered. Suddenly, it hit him.
"Joon? As in Kim Namjoon down the hall," Jimin wondered out loud. This might play in Jimin's favor. He was on good terms with "Joon's" now husband, Kim Seokjin.
"Wait how do you know him?" His new neighbor stepped a little closer to Jimin, eyeing him carefully.
Jimin stepped back and crossed his arms. A frown splayed across his face as he replied, "Namjoon almost burnt down my apartment about a month ago making cereal for Jin." At that, his neighbor burst out laughing. It took him a few minutes and many tears to calm down, but he finally did.
"That's Namjoon for you I guess. Dude, that's so rough, I'm so sorry for you and your apartment. My name is Min Yoongi. I'll try to quiet down tonight out of respect for your burnt ass apartment, but I can't guarantee silence tomorrow."
"I'm Park Jimin, and if you want to stay in your apartment then I suggest you keep quiet during the nighttime and invest in good headphones." Jimin wouldn't accept Yoongi's hint of niceness. The guy was still being a lowkey asshole anyway. Doesn't he know people need to sleep?
Yoongi's face showed surprised at the younger's sudden aggression, which satisfied Jimin. He marched back to his apartment without looking back and went straight back to the comfort of his bed.
As promised, the night was silent.