"Yes mom. Yes I will. Of course. Yes I bought vegetables. Well of course, I'm following tHe cookbook you gave me. Oh damn it!" Tin lamented when the elevator door refused to open and the warning light turned from green to red. He pressed the opening button repeatedly to no success and tugged on the door handle, but the elevator refused to move. "Nothing mom, it's just the elevator again, I'll have to take the stairs. Yeah sure, bye bye." Tin placed the phone into his pocket and picked up the large fully loaded grocery bag into his arms. The only other option for him was to take the staircase but Tin wasn't fond of it at all. Not because he lived in the fifth floor, it wasn't that high, but because the staircase was just filthy and kind of creepy. Most of the lightbulbs were smashed, there were cigarette butts and needles everywhere and various graffiti plastered the messy walls. The rest of the building was quite clean.
Tin leaned against the door with his hip as he refused to touch the dirty door and begun climbing the stairs. It was still sunny outside so the place was illuminated through the old windows, but Tin was still spooked by the dark figure laying on the mid floor between fourth and fifth floor. A homeless guy? Tin stood in front of him, questioning whether the guy is drunk sleeping or dead and if t was rude to just step over him. "Uhm excuse me, could you move? I'm trying to go upstairs." He said. The guy on the ground squirmed and groaned as he opened his eyes and stared at Tin. He couldn't have been much older or younger than Tin, in fact he looked about the same age, but he definitely had a bad character vibe. A tribal tattoo decorated his face while a big colourful rose was covering a good half of the skin on his neck. Tin cleared his throat.
"Geez just fuck off, can't you see I'm napping?" The guy groaned again. He moved closer to the wall and leaned his back on it before rummaging through his pockets until he found a packet of cigarettes. He lit up one right then and there and a puff of smoke traveled to Tim's face, causing him to cough. "Are you gonna stay here and stare at me or should I help you to piss off? Get lost already!" The guy shooed Tin away. Tin quickly stomped the last few steps to get to the fifth floor and into his small condo. He locked both bottom and top locks and placed a chain over the door just in case.
The building was old and this part of town was shabby and shady, but it was within walking distance of his university and his parents thought it would be cheaper buying a little condo than spending insane amount of money on gas if he had to drive to university every day. Not that they wouldn't be able to afford it, they definitely could buy Tin extra three cars if he asked, but they thought this would be a nice change of pace for their son as he only grew up with silver spoon in his mouth.
Tin unpacked the groceries and with his mother's cook book he started preparing a simple spaghetti dinner. He tried to enjoy eating, being alone didn't seem so bad, by the peace and quiet was disturbed before his first bite could reach his stomach. There were children in the apartment above laughing and playing loudly and directly below were two voices just shouting at each other. Tin always heard the two argue at random times of day and night, it was distinctly male voices, one older and one quite young. The old one always sounded drunk and just generally angry at everything. Tin guessed it was probably a father and a son, and by the sound of things being smashed and some slapping he figured there was definitely some domestic violence going on.
As everyone else in the building Tin remained rather ignorant to that matter as he was instructed by his parents to not meddle in other people's affairs to avoid getting into trouble. Still he felt a tinge of sadness whenever he heard the older man spouting stuff like 'it's good your mother is dead because she doesn't have to see what a piece of shit you are' to his own son.
Tin sighed and tapped the video call icon next to his best friend's LINE username. Pete took quite some time to pick up and when he did, Tin immediately apologised as he saw Ae hastily dressing up in the background. "Wow, sorry, I should have text you before. You said to call you at 8, it's already 8:15 so...uh...sorry." He quickly turned his gaze to the plate and awkwardly smiled. Pete laughed. "Nah I'm sorry, I kind of forgot. Ae's team won the football match so we got bit busy with celebrating." Pete blushed, fixing his hair in the reflection of his phone. "You know people usually go for drinks or something to celebrate." Tin took a bite of spaghetti. "Oi, don't listen to him baby, I really liked your 'congratulations'." Ae chimed in, kissing Pete on the cheek and giving Tin a thumbs up. "So what's up?"
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Small Doses TinCan Love By Chance AU
Fanfiction Kind of AU; Tin is still a rich kid but his family is nice and kind. He moves into a shady building where he meets a tattooed punk from downstairs who lives with his abusive father.
