Welcome but not Home // Beomgyu x Reader

The Boy Upstairs

Disgruntled, you make your way back up the long path to your apartment, your mood even further soured from the recent events of the day.

"This is why I stay inside," you mumble to yourself.

As you open the front door you spot your parents setting down a large wooden table in the dining room. You wonder why a dining room table is even necessary, it's not like you ever eat outside of the kitchen anyways.

At that moment your mom turns her head and catches you standing in the doorway. "There you are, we were worried you decided to run away." she teases.

"Not yet, but there's still time," you respond sarcastically.

Your mom shakes her head in disapproval, "Oh come on it hasn't even been a day, you have to give this place a chance. I know you miss our old home, but we'll make lots of new memories here, don't worry so much Jolie."

"I will be doing no such thing, trust me. If everyone's like the boy I just met then I don't stand a chance at actually enjoying myself here."

Your mom's eyes widen in surprise "Oh you met someone on your walk? Look at you already making friends," she says with a slight smirk.

"I would hardly call him a friend, and he ruined my favorite pair of pants," you complain as you sadly look down at your beat-up knees.

Your mom's eyes shoot down to assess the painful condition of your pants as she frowns "Oh no, please be more careful out there, we can't have any hospital trips as soon as we move in."

You're quick to defend yourself against your mom's accusing gaze. "Hey what are you blaming me for? It was hardly my fault, that boy just doesn't know how to ride a bike!" you exclaim as you throw your arms up in exasperation.

It's then that your mom takes notice of the doll in your hand.

"Where'd you get that?" she asks.

You're quick to hide the doll behind your back. It would be kind of hard to explain to your mom exactly why the doll looks exactly like you, and you don't even understand why yourself.

You're able to muster up some kind of lame excuse. "It's nothing, just something I found along my walk. I felt bad just leaving it there, it probably belongs to some little kid. I was hoping maybe I could return it to them if I ever see them around."

"That's nice of you, I'm sure they'll appreciate it," your mom says with a smile. "Well why don't you clean up and go look at your room, I'm sure that'll help cheer you up," she suggests while making her way over to the kitchen to start making dinner.

You nod while turning around to head up the staircase, secretly a little eager to see what your room looks like. You'd always enjoyed decorating your space with all your favorite things and you were ready to make this place feel a little more like home.

You stand at the entrance of your room with a hopeful smile as you close your eyes and slowly push open the door.

Your smile is quick to drop.

Any sense of hopefulness is instantly washed away when you see the state of your new room. With cracks in the ceiling and a rug full of various stains from who knows what, the perfect image you had in mind for your room is shattered. With a whine you make your way inside, frowning in displeasure as you stare at each scratch, dent, and stain you see.

Throwing the doll on your bedside table, you begin scoping out the rest of the area.

There's a mound of boxes sitting in the corner of your room that the movers must've brought upstairs. You quickly rifle through them while looking for some decorations to put on your walls to spice the place up as best as you possibly can despite its depressing state.