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warning; non idol!au, home sickness, absolutely vulgar songs are played, mention of titty fucking lmao, quick mention of sexual harassment

dress - taylor swift
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VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

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moving into a new home as an aspect is scary. is it still scary even when you finally get it done? absolutely.

boxes scattered throughout your fresh apartment, the only things not wrapped in plastic or cardboard being the essentials: bed, couch, eating utensils. your clothes remain in many suitcases, and the food in the refrigerator doesn't sound too good at the moment.

this apartment has two bedrooms, but only you occupy it. having no one to wake up to, no one to eat breakfast with or spill the tea with after school. it's all just so lonely.

there's no use sulking, you remind yourself. if you're productive, your energy can be put into something that isn't the current hole in your heart.

what have you not done today? showered!

you find the packed away towels and shower supplies, gathering them in your arms and dropping some on the way, but still make it to the bathroom.

now to figure out how the nozzle works... a process that ends up taking you around five minutes, getting splashed in the face at one point. still, the procedure clicks and you happily turn the shower on, letting the hot water run as you undress. thanks to living alone now, you don't have to keep the door closed, the steam of the bathroom no longer suffocating you.

stepping in the water after a hard day of physical and mental work is like you're at the beach, vacationing after acquiring a hard earned raise. you reach out of the shower and hit shuffle on your shower playlist.

you grin when one of your favorites begins playing through the device's speaker. getting some shampoo on your hands, you vocalize with the song as you scrub it into your scalp. the lyrics come out smoothly, a result of your emotions from the past week being poured out. you tend to sing better when you're feeling sentimental.

all of a sudden you almost slip on the slippery shower floor, hearing something from somewhere in the bathroom. it's only when you swiftly hit pause that you hear it; singing. on the other side of your wall.

it's beautiful. like the owner has had years of practice. the walls must be thin because you can hear it perfectly. like a button was pressed in you, the song's name suddenly appears in bright colored lights in your mind. it pushes you to test a theory.

you quickly snatch your phone, drying your hands on a towel hanging and scrolling through the same playlist to find the song. with skill, you sync the song to the part this person's singing is at. the cherry on top is you turning up your volume to the max, ignoring the burning in your eardrums.

and like that, you belt out to the song, giggling when you hear the voice sing louder to match you. and like that, the gorgeous song radiates in each of your apartments'.

you conclude that the voice's owner must be silly like you, otherwise they'd probably run out of the shower to file a noise complaint.

a slight frown makes its way onto your face when the song ends. it only enhances when you hear no more music, no more singing. now, you're the only one showering. actually, you barely even did any washing, remnants of the shampoo from earlier still in your hair.