Nascent

Chapter One

January had cast its icy spell on the city, leaving the streets silent and the air crisp. You, bundled in a black skirt and jacket to ward off the winter chill, had just moved into a luxurious yet cozy apartment that whispered promises of new beginnings. The city lights twinkled like distant stars as you strolled into the convenience store, shrouded in the mysterious allure of the night. Clad in all black, you wore a black skirt and a matching jacket that concealed the whimsy of your yellow and white polka-dotted panda pjs. A haphazard messy bun adorned your head, contributing to the impression of an overworked serial killer on a mission.

Your steps echoed through the quiet aisles as you peruse the shelves for late-night snacks. The air was thick with the scent of instant noodles and dim lighting, casting long shadows across the aisles. In this cinematic scene, your eyes fell upon a figure, seemingly painted in shadows, mirroring your own noir aesthetic. Dressed entirely in black with blond hair and a sleek black mask, he emanated an air of mystery, as if he were a celebrity attempting to go incognito.

Trying not to stare like a curious detective, you maintain your composure and continue your search for sustenance. The universe, however, had other plans. As you both found yourselves in the queue at the cashier, a minor glitch in the register brought forth a temporary delay. Locked in a moment of shared annoyance, you exchanged a fleeting yet understanding glance with the masked stranger. A subtle smile passed between you as the cashier swiftly resolved the issue.

The two of you proceeded to pay for your items simultaneously, and as you exited the store, you noticed a synchronicity in your footsteps. He turned around, his gaze locking onto you with suspicion. It was as if he sensed a mysterious force tailing him.

Halting in your tracks, you were met with the stern inquiry, "Who are you, and why are you following me?" Your heart skipped a beat as you denied the accusation vehemently. The atmosphere crackled with tension as you found yourself defending against the unfounded claim of being a stalker.

His skepticism persisted, evident in the rise of an eyebrow and the persistent accusation, "Yes, you are."

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, frustration mingling with confusion. "I just moved into this apartment building about 10 hours ago. I went out to get some food, and now I'm heading back to my place."

He remained unconvinced, his gaze fixated on your peculiar outfit. "You live here?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery.

Rolling your eyes as you realised your look does in fact not match the luxuries building your new house is at, you shot back, "Listen, I was in a rush." A deep breath steadied your nerves as you asserted, "I don't know who you are, but I live here now."

Surprise flashed across his face, and he confessed, "That was you?"

Perplexed, you inquired, "Sorry?"

A grin played on his lips as he clarified, "The walking painting from this morning."

Recognition dawned upon you, and you nodded in acknowledgement. "Oh, well then, I guess we're next-door neighbours."

The two of you entered the elevator, ascending to your shared floor. With only two apartments in sight—yours and the handsome strangers'—the air grew thicker with a peculiar tension. As you unlocked your door, you turned to him, stating, "See? I'm not a stalker. I live here."

His teasing tone persisted as he remarked, "Really? Then try not to dress like one."

You scoffed, firing back, "Whatever you say, Mr. Grim Reaper." The corners of his lips curled into a knowing smile as he entered his apartment, leaving you to shake your head as you enter your yet to be furnished apartment while muttering, "Well, this is off to a great start."

Jimins outfit 🤭

The penthouse building Y/N moved in 😫

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