Seventeen Imagines III

#50 "Why Can't I leave?" (part two)

  "I can't believe that she called me 'just a friend'. Sh*t," drunk Dokyeom complained before he took another shot of his tequila.

  An hour ago, he introduced me to a girl named (Y/n). Based on his story, he said that the two of them are in a kind of mutual feelings relationship without label. That's the main reason why I agreed on this meet up.

  But the girl suddenly rejected him without any second thought. What a b*tch.

  "It doesn't make any sense," he cried. Huh?! He's crying?!

  "H-Hey b-bro..." I looked around the quiet bar and saw some people throwing glances on our side. Ahhhhhhh! This is so embarassing!

  "I really thought she likes me, then why?! Why?!" He wailed, slamming the table not only once but twice.

  Covering my side face just in case I came across with someone I know, I soothed his back. "Calm down dude. Maybe she has a reason."

  "No!" Now he's shaking his head like an idiot. He wiped his runny nose before continuing his sobs, "Look at our chat messages." This poor man opened his phone screen then he showed me their past conversation. "She was so sweet to me. I was so sincere too. If you look at this, we really sound like a couple. Also, why would she agree to meet my friend if she had no intention to settle down with me? Does it mean, all this time, she was just flirting?"

  I hate to admit it but...

  "Yeah. I think she does."

  He opened his mouth and loudly wail, "Waaaaahhhhhhhh!"

  I shouldn't tell him my honest opinion. F*ck.

  After I accompanied him until he arrived at his condo, I also went back home to finish packing my things. If things did go smoothly at tonight's meeting, I probably reconsider moving to another place. But since it did not, I'll continue to move at that apartment by tomorrow.

  "The girl is weird though. She's looking at me as if ...as if..." I couldn't continue my words because I fell asleep on my bed.

  The next morning, I went to the apartment building I am moving into. My stuffs are few so moving wasn't that hard. Carrying the last box, I stopped when I saw a familiar woman who just walked out from the apartment next door.

  "First, I need to make him unlike me," She said.

  It's her, the b*tch.

  Even though I knew who she was talking about, I stood behind her and asked, "Of who?"

  She did not look back when she quickly answered,"Of Dokyeom,"

   So she's really playing with his feelings.

  Keeping unresponsive, I watched her tilted her head to my side bit by bit. "Mingyu?"

 
Let me calculate her intention within 10.08 seconds:

  'This woman flirted with him maybe because of his looks or after she found out that he's rich. Then when Dokyeom was ready to settle down, she rejected him. Why? Ahhh! A gold digger? I wonder how much did he spend on this woman.'
  

  "Why would you do that to Dokyeom? You are so mean."

  "What are you doing here?!" A loud yet shaky shout  suddenly onset along the apartment hallway. Her eyes widened and she looks like she won't be able to move from her spot for the meantime.

  Calmly, I pointed the door next to hers. "Well, I guess I will be your new neighbor. What a coincidence."

  "No! You shouldn't be here! This is not what happened before!"

  Huh? Before? Did we...? No no no. Even if I dated ton of girls before, there's no way I'll forget the face of the woman I went out with. Then why is she speaking as if we were acquainted?

  "Does Dokyeom know about this? That you moved next to my apartment?!" She continued, still eyes wide opened.

Why did she put him in the topic?

  "No," I said. "But soon, he will."

  "Ah," she gasped then covered her mouth. "January. January..." She looked left to right and right to left. "I moved in this apartment recently. I see, I see. Then that means I probably haven't told him that I moved out of house. Okay. That makes sense."

  As I observed her closely... She... Must... Be... Crazy. Yeah. She doesn't look sane.

  "I'm sorry to interrupt your monologue," I butted then she stared back at me. "But aren't you going to work? Time is running."

  "Ah! Right! Work!" She dashed away, passing by at me. "Hey!"

  What the... She's still not finished?

With nonchalant expression, I tend to her direction. "Yes?"

  "I will give you an advice, okay? You better find another place to live in! I'm a cursed a lady! You understand?!" She gave me an okay sign before ran down the stairways.

  Felt like a cold wind went through me, my mouth slowly dropped open. "I would never concern myself to that lunatic person."

  Amen.

  For the second attempt of walking inside my new apartment, I was stopped again by a sticky note on the floor.

  "Did she drop this?" I murmured while picking it after I put the box on the side. It wasn't my intention to read what was written since I don't want to trouble myself with a crazy woman, but my eyes already skimmed some words. And they caught my attention.

  So instead of throwing it away, I re-read it carefully this time:

  [  "Ultimate plan"

#1 Avoid Dokyeom

#2 Never make a contact with Mingyu

#3 Stop thinking about Mingyu

#4 Be guilty for the rest if your life

#5 Never forget your sins ]

  My decision was to ignore her because I won't gain any benefit from interacting with her. But I can't help but to think that she really approached us on purpose.

  'Who exactly are you?'

  'And what sins are you talking about?'

  'What is your relationship with me?'

 
  Lost in these thoughts, I stood straight while looking at her apartment door.

  "Since it comes to this, I think I have to stick around her until I get my answer."

  In such a peaceful neighborhood, I heard a scream coming at the ground and outside the apartment building. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  So I looked down from the balcony. The owner of that voice is no other than (Y/n), who was so surprised to see Dokyeom outside her apartment.

  "Y-You... How did you know that I'm here?" She asked.

  Dokyeom, who's pursing his lips and gawking with rigid eyes, has grabbed her wrist.

  "W-Wait. I have to go to work," she excused.

  However, my silly friend pulled then pushed her inside his car by force. I didn't know he has this possessive side.

  "That's right," I whispered while watching. "Being her neighbor is the right choice," I said with a smirk.

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