- 2 BabKonten
- peringkat
- N/ADUKUNG
❝Uh yeah well I am your neighbor, I moved in here a few months ago❞ © HELLONIEMAND 2018
Jin rarely drank alcohol. And this was precisely why. He was standing in front of his building, wobbling, trying to find the keys to the entrance of the building. It is a wonder how he even managed to tell the cab driver his address, well actually it is more of a wonder how the driver managed to pick-up the right address from Jin's slurred speech.
Finally he found the key, smiling widely and triumphantly lifting it into the air at 1 a.m. at night.
He got in, tripping and falling twice, before finally pressing the button for the 4th floor in the elevator.
Luckily his apartment was straight ahead when exiting the elevator and he didn't even use his key, holding the knob, opening the door to his apartment and crashing into the soft, the gray sofa in his living room, instantly falling asleep.
It is true that Jin's apartment was in that building and it is true that it was straight ahead when exiting the elevator, the only problem was that his sofa was pink and not grey and oh yeah his apartment was on the 3rd floor and not the 4th floor.
Oops.
He was already dead to the world to even notice a short guy with fiery red hair, looking at him with wide eyes.
Park Jimin witnessed the whole scene which happened a minute ago.
He was sitting at the kitchen counter, having woken up, feeling hungry, grabbing a box of cereals when suddenly the door to his apartment started opening.
His heart started beating like crazy from fear, shit he was too tired from work to lock the door.
Oh god, even though he had muscles and abs and was pretty strong despite his baby face and large, light brown, kind eyes, he was pretty sure that if this was some murderer breaking into his apartment with a knife or a gun, he was a goner.
He froze and waited in fear for the attacker so it was probably an understatement to say how shocked he was when a tall, broad-shouldered, familiar figure walked into his apartment, stumbling over his feet and crashing into Jimin's sofa, immediately falling asleep.
Jimin blinked a few times, still not believing what had just happened, before slowly, but cautiously approaching the couch.
He hovered over the unconscious male on the couch, confirming his suspicions.
The man in question was Kim Seokjin, his extremely handsome, copper-haired neighbor from the flat right below his.
It was also the same man, Jimin managed to greet a few times since moving in here a few months ago and the same man Jimin had the tendency to stare at a bit longer than he should have when riding the same elevator.
Other than that, they were complete strangers.
Well this was going to be fun to explain and not at all awkward in the morning. Jimin thought, chuckling nervously.
This is why Jin is not supposed to drink.
