i'll be that somebody for you

1. New Life

Beginning of my new life, Wooyoung thought when he put one of the last boxes on the ground. He sighed before slipping his hand through his blond hair.

It was the end of August, and a few weeks later Wooyoung will start his third year at Seoul National University. That day, he was moving into his new apartment. He left his home to be closer to the university, and far from his family.

The apartment was small but enough for one person. There was a small hallway with a closet on the right and the bathroom on the left. Then, a door leads to the living room that will also be Wooyoung's bedroom.

Wooyoung went to the kitchen to check if there was water when he heard footsteps coming.

"Wooyoungie, where do you want to put this?" Yeosang asked through the hallway.

"Leave it here, I will take care of it. Thanks, Yeosangie" he replied taking the box of the hands of his best friend.

"Are you sure you don't need any help? Even for assembling furniture?" Seonghwa demanded while putting the last boxes on the floor.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry Hyung. Thank you for helping with my stuff." Wooyoung responded with a smile.

Seonghwa was about to insist when a weird noise echoed. They all stared at each other, confused, not sure of what they heard.

"Is that coming from..." Yeosang started pointing at the wall that was adjoining Wooyoung's neighbour's apartment.

The weird noise echoed again but this time they were sure: it was a girl's voice and she was screaming a name.

"You're kidding me," Wooyoung grumbled.

"Well... if you need help you can ask your neighbour but he's probably busy." Seonghwa joked.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but the joke made Yeosang laughed at least. Yeosang and Seonghwa left, leaving Wooyoung unpacked all his stuff with the lovemaking of his neighbour as background music.

Three weeks have passed since Wooyoung moved into his new apartment. He started his third year as a student in Information Science and Culture Studies. When Yeosang and Seonghwa weren't busy or between their break during their work, he would eat with them at the cafeteria. This new year was great, yes.

However, it would be a euphemism to say that Wooyoung was sick and tired of his neighbour. He never met him -and Wooyoung was glad for that because he didn't know how it would have reacted he did- but he knew his name was San thanks to all the girls and boys that played in his bedroom with him. Sometimes, he asked himself if his neighbour knew that the wall was as thin as a piece of paper. He concluded that his neighbour just didn't care about it. While Wooyoung was scared of breathing too hard, San still played his favourite playlist -that Wooyoung knew by heart by two weeks living here-, invited his friends and talked with them until 3 AM even during the week and fuck every Friday night.

"Why don't you just go to his door and ask him to make less noise?" Yeosang advised him.

Well, Wooyoung was as tired of this as he was scared. He was scared of being a party pooper. He also thought that he couldn't ask for someone to live by his rules, that wasn't fair. He believes it wasn't San's fault if the wall between their apartment was that thin. He also thought that maybe he made noise when he was editing videos, especially when he sighed too hard because he didn't like what he did.

To ask his neighbour to make less noise wasn't fair, so Wooyoung kept his big mouth shut.

It was a chilly night in October and like every Wednesday, San invited two of his friends. Sometimes three of his friends were there, but Wooyoung only heard three voices that night.

Wooyoung was working on a project, and it wasn't any project. It was the project that will determine all his year. He had to create a story-board and then had to work with students of other courses to complete it. It was the first year SNU offered this kind of exam: an exam where all budding artists could create together. That's why it was important to Wooyoung.

But, he could hear the muffled voices of San and his friends through his earphones. It was impossible for him to focus on his work. He sighed and threw the paper in the bin. He started to walk in circles in his room.

If I ask kindly and tell him that this project is important he won't be mad right? He won't think that I'm annoying? Or a party pooper? he asked himself, hands through his hair.

He looked at his phone: 1:08 AM. He took a deep breath and open the door of his apartment. The cold air smacked him even if he was wearing a purple hoodie and a black tracksuit. With careful steps, he stood before the door of his neighbour. It's okay Wooyoung, you got this, he reassured himself. He took another deep breath and knocked at the door, hard enough to be heard through the music and the laughter.

A few seconds passed before the door opened. Fuck, was what Wooyoung thought when he saw his neighbour for the first time. He was slightly taller than him but had broader shoulders with a small waist. Wooyoung could see his curve through his all-black outfit. He has small dark eyes that intimidated Wooyoung. But when he smiled at him, leaving his eyes as crescents and revealing cute dimples, Wooyoung softened.

"Yes?" San asked.

"Yeah...huh... I... I'm your neighbour and... I'm working on a project that is really important. Can you just... lower the music? Please?" Wooyoung, stressed out, asked before taking a breath.

"Oh, yes, of course! Sorry about that!" San replied with a cute smile.

"Thank you and huh... have a good evening" Wooyoung stuttered.

"Thanks, good luck on your project!" San said, always with a smile.

"Thanks" Wooyoung whisper before going back to his apartment.

He shouldn't have gone there. Now, he couldn't, even more, focus on his work.