STRAIGHTIES - a Stray Kids × Ateez fanfic

ΑCT 8

*cringe alert*

Unbelievable. Who did this guy think he was? Bumping into him every time they crossed ways in the corridor. And he wouldn't even apologize. Oh, Jeongin was furious. Not only because of this. San would purposefully make his life a living hell at any chance.

"Get out of my way". "Keep it down". "Don't stomp your feet outside my door". "Don't be a fucking baby". Honestly, having him as a neighbor was more nerve-wracking than training under JYPE. He always complained about "noise", always looked down on him whenever they happened to leave their rooms at the same time, always frowned and scoffed and acted like he was the shit.

"Bastard" Jeongin thought.

The weirdest part was that San treated everyone else differently. Well, not everyone. He was known to be popular with the girls, from what Jeongin had heard, but he didn't give a damn or try to engage in conversation with them. It reminded him a lot of San's past behavior towards him, before he started giving him attention in a negative way.

His members, though. He clearly loved them unconditionally, although they were the ones that spreaded the rumor about him being a player. Hyunjin told him so. What was the case, then? Why did he get to see his worst side, despite his usually calm demeanor? When it came down to it, he should be mad at his members, not Jeongin.

Truth is he wasn't exactly the best of neighbors, either. He had to admit it, he had trouble shutting the fuck up sometimes, especially when he played a new video game he was excited about. But no, screw this, why should he apologize for having some harmless fun?

He walked out of his room and firmly knocked on San's door, determined to put him in his place for good. He waited for 1 minute and then heard the lock turning.

"Who is it...Oh, it's you? What do you want?"

San stood by the door with his hand on his waist and started tapping his foot. Jeongin instantly forgot everything he wanted to say, due to the fact that San was shirtless. He shook his head and composed himself.

"What do I want? No, the question is, what do you want from me?"

"If you're gonna waste my time, just leave, kid."

He began to close the door but Jeongin stopped it with his knee.

"You're not listening. I'm asking you why you're being a bitch to me."

"You don't know? Look at yourself, throwing a fit over nothing."

"It's not <<nothing>>. I'm sick and tired of how you treat me."

"Well, if you behaved less like a five-year-old, maybe you wouldn't get on my nerves all the fucking time."

"Excuse me? I'm the five-year-old here?"

"Are you deaf?"

"Oh, you've had this coming."

Jeongin pushed the door open and punched San in the face. He groaned in pain and covered his bruised nose.

"What the fuck?"

The sound came out muffled because of his hands. "Well deserved" Jeongin thought. San stood straight again after a while and looked at Jeongin for a good second. He then raised his fist, ready to get back at him, but upon seeing how he flinched and closed his eyes to prepare for what was bound to happen, he instictively put it down and sighed.