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The hot, steaming shower is just right for you when you step in.
After organizing and arranging your new apartment for a whole day, this is exactly what you need. The scalding hot water slightly burns your back, but it soon becomes a comfortable heat that encompasses your tired body.
You close your eyes to really take in the feeling of being submerged into bliss. The new place is perfect for you; it's a fifteen minute walk to university, near to a subway station, and there's a cute little cafe next door.
As a bonus, one of the employees who works there is super hot. You think he's your age too. So all in all, you're perfectly content with life at the moment.
You're so content, that you decide it's time for a shower concert.
Replaying the song, "Love on Top," by Beyonce in your head, you start bobbing your head as the imaginary instrumental fills the room.
"Baby baby, I can feel like stars all the way from here~"
You're not a very good singer.
You usually sing off key, with strain, or just overall... bad. However, your confidence and shower stage presence makes up for it(you like to think this, at least). You hold a hairbrush up to your mouth as the chorus approaches.
"Baby it's you! You're the one I love! You're the one I nee--"
A voice crack interrupts your belt, and you fall into a weak falsetto instead. It's a little embarrassing, but you continue anyway after coughing a few times to clear your throat.
"C'mon baby it's you~"
That wasn't too bad, you tell yourself. Even if it was, you don't care; you're alone.
Or so you think.
Because when the second verse starts to play (in your head of course), you find that it's not your voice doing the belting. This one is maniler, yet softer in its tone. It's also singing the correct pitch, a feat you have yet to accomplish.
"Baby baby, I can hear the wind rushing past my face~" the voice coos, "As we dance the night away~" it goes off into a beautiful adlib.
Your hairbrush drops onto the tile floor of your shower, along with your jaw.
"Girl, your lips taste like a glass of champagne," he changes the lyrics, "As I kiss you again and again and again and again!"
Is it weird to be attracted to someone you haven't even met? This guy sounds like a freaking angel, even though he's buffered between your thin bathroom walls. He sings the pre-chorus without a hitch, and you find yourself immensely embarrassed at the way you shut up as soon as he started singing.
But with a voice like that, no one would want to even try against him.
He stops singing right before the chorus, and you internally deflate at the loss of music.
"You aren't gonna sing anymore?" he asks, yelling a bit to make sure that you can hear.
You stumble over your words, "You--I, how did you? What?"
His laugh echoes to your bathroom too, "I just had to join in! I love this song."
You turn off your shower so you can hear him better. It's slightly uncomfortable to be butt naked while having a conversation with a stranger, who is also likely butt naked on the other side of the wall.
"M-me too."
Your shyness right now is pretty unlike you. But then again, what type of behavior is socially acceptable in this situation? You sense that the mystery boy feels awkward too, since there's a long silence that passes before anyone says something.
"Uh, well it was nice to... shower with you?" He definitely winces after saying that.
"Yeah! Nice to shower with you too."
You try to scurry out as quickly as possible, but end up slipping on the wet tile instead. As a result, a few bottles of various soaps and shampoos crash onto the ground along with your bare ass.
Hissing at the pain, you get up slowly this time. You regain your balance and rub your aching buttcheeks, trying not to fall again.
"You alright there?"
The loudness of his voice and the unexpected worry in his tone sends you crashing down yet again, this time almost face planting. You make sure not to let out any grunt of pain, and muster what you hope to be a confident voice.
"Yep! Just peachy!"
Although you successfully leave the restroom, you can still hear his chuckling from the other side.
Man, these walls are way too thin.
»»————-Author's Note————-««
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this started out as a one-shot, but i decided to rewrite this as a short story abt a month ago, and acc got to doing that a this week. i'm gonna be juggling 3 ongoing works so wish me luck lmfao. thank you so so so much for reading! I LOVE U!
