Sleep like a winter bear ~Kim Taehyung × Reader~

☕📖 Part 5 📖☕

No one's POV
After being serenaded for a little over a month, Y/N had enough with not knowing who their neighbor is.

The songs being played were songs no one in the entire world had ever heard before, which made the guitarist's services extra special.

Although the songs did help Y/N relax when at home, things with school and work had stayed about the same.

College is a test for young adults, to see who is educationally fit and who isn't. And even those who are fit and ready will struggle.

This was proven true as Y/N struggles to meet dead lines and now has to choose which is more important between school and work.

Y/N's boss, being the unpleasant human they are, is requiring the employees who haven't been let go to stay over time.

Since several people have left, the remaining employees have had a time trying to stay on top of the work and customers.

Other problems aside, a new one was arising.

How to find out the identity of the mystery guitarist?

The first and obvious choice was to go upstairs and knock on the door right on top of Y/N's.

Which didn't work. No one seemed to be home, even after Y/N waited 10 minutes for someone to answer.

The next option was to try to catch a glimpse of them when they were on the balcony one night.

Which also didn't work. The balcony, being right on top of Y/N's window, doesn't allow for people under it to see who is on the balcony.

The next option, which is kind of a stretch, is to leave the apartment building and try to spot who is playing a guitar from the ground or roof.

But this was a fail before Y/N could even leave their apartment.

Since they were away from their computer, Y/N wasn't typing. Which means the guitarist thought Y/N was either asleep or done studying, so they would stop playing.

The final idea Y/N had was to camp out on the stairs and try to spot the guitarist when they leave their apartment.

But this wouldn't work on any day of the week as Y/N had to leave to work or school early in the mornings to arrive back home late in the afternoon.

It seemed as though everything Y/N tried or even thought of to try to see the guitarist failed. And they were ready to give up and resort to leaving sticky notes on the guitarist's door.

That is, until one day came along in which someone in the laundry room started to sing.

Notes:
I don't know if this is obvious or not, but the next part is the last part.

I'd say to expect it sometime this week, maybe.

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