BAD HABITS. | minsung

002 | ask for the name.

BAD HABITS,
minsung.

CHAPTER TWO: ask for the name.
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"fuck that's─"

the box wasn't for jisung.

"not mine." he groaned, placing his glasses to the side.

he had just returned from shopping and made sure to stuff his glasses into his pockets when he saw them in the car before heading to his apartment.

bringing us to where we are now.

"that's the room next to me." jisung confusedly muttered under his breath, ruffling his hair.

he didn't even know if anyone lived next door, to be honest.

some university student moved out a while ago, and jisung hasn't seen a single person enter or leave the room ever since.

although he did hear some giggling and thumps coming from the other side, occasionally.

also meowing.

it kind of gave him the creeps.

seemed like something out of a horror film;
a dead toddler who has some sort of want for revenge, and a sidekick ghost cat.

the thought alone had him cringing in fear.

however, he was still dragging the box out the door─which was super heavy─and now standing in front of the room next to his own.

he couldn't even imagine how many things were in the box if it was so heavy that every time he picked it up his arms felt like giving out.

he added a tiny bit of weight to the box though.

chocolate bars.

all balanced on top of that single, cruel heavy box.

he decided that if anyone did actually move in, he would give them a small little gift as a welcome─even though the box in his hands would probably be the only thing the stranger would care about.

the thought still counts though.

he placed the box down on the floor and prepared himself to run as fast as possible from a ghost, maybe along with a cat sidekick.

jisung then let out a deep breath and hesitantly knocked on the door, tapping his foot nervously.

a bit of rustling, and again, giggling.

jisung was about to start crying right then and there.

"fuck if i get possessed i'm gonna' never interact with people again." jisung mumbled, knocking on the door again and shutting his eyes closed in fear.

he peeked an eye open when he heard someone running towards the door, bracing himself to possibly get stared down by some monster with a need for vengeance.

the door opened slowly, and jisung's heart dropped to his feet when he saw absolutely no one.

"am i about to get possesse─"

"hello! who are you?"

"WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD─"

jisung slapped a hand over his mouth, looking down at the child standing in front of him with wide eyes.

the boy tilted his head, staring at jisung in confusion. "what does that mean?"

the realisation of swearing in front of a kid soon hit him and he put his hands down, laughing nervously.