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Apartment Neighbors

" But imagine if he did." Bf/n (Best friend name) 

"I would literally die, you know that these walls are like extremely thin... wait. OMG MY NEIGHBORS CAN HEAR YOU AND ME SING AND SOMETIMES WE SOUND LIKE DYING CATS PLSSSSSS!!" you freaked. 

"That's hilarious, but imagine if Nijiro did live next to you. He probably would've heard everything you say about how much you love him, how you would do anything for him, how you would let him st-" Your bestie stopped as she was rudely interrupted by Y/n slapping her hand on her face. 

"In case you forgot, my walls are still thin, and I still have neighbors sooo... if you catch my drift. That means I don't want anybody hearing our conversation right now." Y/n said

While Y/n and Bf/n were bickering, on the other side of the wall lie Nijiro Murakami. At first, when he heard the question ' What if he lived next door' he freaked out for a minute because fans can be... scary sometimes. It would get even worse if his fans leaked his address to other fans causing the paparazzi to infiltrate  his apartment complex, which he wouldn't want.

Back to the present, Nijiro had heard everything. Even before that conversation had even began, he had heard everything Y/n had done. He heard her singing to herself, talking to herself as if there were someone else,  whenever she had friends, etc. Some of his favorite times were when Y/n would clean up around the house and sing to herself while doing it.

"Cause the sun's engaged to the sky, and my best friends' found a new guy. I'm only getting older. I've never had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to call mine, everybody's falling in love and I'm falling behind" Y/n sang to herself as she washed the dishes. 

Nijiro just sat there on the other side of the wall listening to her voice. It was mellifluous. Enchanting even. He could listen you your voice for hours and never get tired. 

It was a daily routine for the both of them. Y/n doing whatever chore around the house while singing, and Nijiro on the other side of the wall just listening. He wouldn't ever admit it, but Nijiro fell in love with your voice. He'd never seen you of course, so he doesn't know what you look like, but every he lie in bed wondering who the owner of such a wonderful voice could belong to. Is it the little old lady he'd seen in the complex the other day? No, the voice sounds a bit young. Perhaps the middle-aged woman? No, she smokes so she doesn't have the best voice. Who could it be?

Anyways, back to the present, as he sat there, wondering who you could be, you and Bf/n kept having your stupid conversations about who was from your job, what actors you would let smash, taking a 'what kind of bread are you?', all that good stuff.

'If only,' Nijiro thought to himself. 'If only I could meet her." He knew that would never happen of course. What would happen then? Headlines would say ' Nijiro Murakami spotted with random stranger!'. He wanted to meet you, but sadly it just wasn't meant to be. So now instead all he can do is listen to your voice and fall for it deeper and deeper everyday.

Ok this is honestly short but its been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I had to write it. Thanks you for reading and bearing with me.

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