yours truly | jinhwi

one

N E W  N E I G H B O U R

i sigh as i shut the door, immediately fall onto the softness of my bed.

i was about to go to the dreamland when i heard beeping truck and shouting.

i didn't mind at first however the knocking of my room door made me groaned.

"let's go visit the new neighbour, hun," i mentally groan as i follow exactly behind my mom, nodding at whatever she told me about greeting new neighbours and how we should be friendly to them.

not that i interested anyway. people will just keep on living without noticing me.

now that sounds sad.

with much enthusiasm, my mom rang the bell and the door was opened, revealing a very young woman, smiling at us.

"hello! i'm bae youngshin. i lived across your house," my mom smiled, secretly nudging me to introduce myself.

"i'm bae jinyoung, youngshin's only son. it's nice to meet you," i bowed before getting a hit at my back from my mom.

the woman at the door laughed at us and introduces herself as lee sungkyung. she invited us inside the house.

i was amazed of the inside. although they just moved in, the house seems to be decorated before.

i noticed a family picture hanging on the wall, consists of two men, a woman which is lee sungkyung and a boy. a very cute boy to be honest.

"oh, that's my dads and my little brother," i looked at her with shock plastered on my face.

"yes, i have two dads and i'm 25 years old. just call me sungkyung noona,that's what i told people before," she smiled genuinely before going to the kitchen where my mom is.

"so you lived here alone? where's your parents young lady?" i mentally facepalms my head when my mom starts to nag which made sungkyung noona chuckled.

"they're traveling in china to work and i lived here with my little brother," she turned around to face me, "oh, by the way, he probably upstairs. my brother i mean. his room is the last one on the left. go check on him!"

although i don't really want to go, i found myself walking upstairs. i quickly found the room due to its bright colour.

i knocked on it first but didn't get an answer. i knocked it again, still i got the same result. then i realised a loud music coming from the other side.

with full curiousity, i opened the door and gaped on what i saw.

a boy dancing wildly to a girl group song, consist of 'pick me, pick me' something, with his back facing me. i looked everywhere but the boy, because he had a perfect body.

i coughed to attract his attention. he did stop but let out a loud shriek when he saw me at the door frame.
it's not his fault, to be honest. i like wearing black clothes.

"w-who are you?!" the boy had a faint flush crept on his cheeks, maybe embarrassed he got caught dancing in his room.

"uh, i'm bae jinyoung, your neighbour. your sister asked me to get you so we can know each other more in the living room," i know that is a lie but it was worth trying.

"o-oh," i want to laugh so hard because damn, this boy is gullible.

"well, my name is daehwi, lee daehwi," the guy said with enthusiasm, making him cuter than he already is.

he invited me to enter his room which i described still full of boxes. i look out at his window and saw my bedroom window. just, great. now i can look at him whenever i want to.

not that i have crush on him, pftt. surely not.

"how old are you?" i look at my side and gulped at how near our faces are. daehwi stared at me in wonder, playing with his paw sweater.

"i'm 18. how 'bout you?" i took a step back, hoping it goes unnoticed by the pink headed boy.

"oh, i'm 17 years old! too bad you're older than me," he pouted, making me want to pinch his cheeks. so i did.

"what is this for?" daehwi whined, pouting his lips more.

"your punishment for being so cute," daehwi looked away, his cheeks turned to beet red.