BTS: Hating My Neighbor K.N.J (AMBW Rap monster)

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I...haven't seen him in so long. The last time I saw J. , he... "J." he smiled, so brightly. Everything about him was different. And I mean...wow. Everything. I   know what happened, when I met him, J. was so...broken. He was homeless. His family, was gone. He was always so alone, and he got taken away from me. I thought he was dead. I thought he was dead...I wanted to cry.
"J. You...you're...." 
He smiled at me, so happily. It was a smile I've tried to forget. How could he do that to me? I ball  up my fist, and punch him straight in the nose. "You're a fucking bastard you know that!"
I cried out, non stop. "Do you have any Idea how much you mean to me? They all told me you were dead! You told we were never gonna see eachother again! Get out and leave me alone!"
"No, Eesha, wait...Eesh, just a minute." His voice changed a lot since then too. The name...I hadn't heard it from him in forever.
"There was a lot that I couldn't tell you then. I'm sorry, I had to lie to you...I didn't want you to get hurt." he walked closer, moving my hand from off the door nob. "But everything's okay now." his voice started to crack under pressure. "I'm so sorry that I hurt you... I never wanted to hurt you, but I did it because I love you." how could he lie right to my face like that?"Yeah right, you didn't answer my calls.  You didn't write me a letter! I tried to contact you, and you said you would! For a month! And then to find out wen someone else answered, it wasn't even the right address or the right number!" 
I go to close the door, as he stops it with his foot.
"Nice shoes you got there. Designer? Name brand? Lemme guess, Gucci..." He choked. "Glad to see you made it for yourself. You didn't even tell me how you were doing? You here without me? You don't love me...you crossed me out of your life." he pushed himself inside the room.
"Just let me explai―
"I am done, letting boys try to tell me they love me and leave!" I pushed him. "Get out of my house." The push, however, wasn't what phased him. "You cheated on me?"
"Who said we were still together? You the one who faked your own death."  n
"You...cheated on me...but...we made a promise." Fuck that.
"I'm throwing it away tonight. Get out." 

He started smiling again. "You kept it?" his face lit up. "You did keep it, didn't you."

"I don't have time for this."

The smile didn't last on J's face. He was hurt. And he deserved it. No matter how much seeing him like that hurt me too. I thought about what we've been through together. I wondered, if he even remembered it...how it was before he left. "Okay." he said. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I'd never do that." He moved back a few steps, giving me a perfect view of his suit. It was nice and ironed out for him. I remember when he used to sport saggy torn up jeans, and an over sized sweater that he'd pull over his head sometimes. His hair was always messy, never...slicked up like that. And his face was just like the sun. But it wasn't the same anymore. Everything that we shared together, meant nothing. He left the doorstep, walking back to his car. he opened the door to his black corvette. He got inside, closing the door. I watch the windows draw down low, as he stares back at the front door staring at me. He waits. But only for a seconds. the look he gave me...ran chills through my spine almost like it was deja vú. 

It looked like a cry for help. But I wouldn't even know. He drove off, and was gone. 

I closed the door.  That was enough for the day. I walk up to my bedroom, and find Jungkook standing behind the door breathing like a fucking elephant. "You're breath smells like shit."I fan away the air. "Back up Kookie."  "okay..." he said slightly upset about it. I walk back inside the room, kicking the door closed. He stood there in front of me with...my shirt. I direct my hands to the door. "Please, whenever you are satisfied with the hotel service, help yourself to my refrigerator. It's right down the stairs. Here, just take two rights and make sure you don't let the beads pinch your skin on the way inside. It happens to the best of us." 

"Jeez, Aisha... I'm sorry, but I was only trying to help!" 

"Yes, because the definition of this must include breaking and entering and hiding in my closet, spying on me getting dressed when I get out of teh shower."

"I...I'm sorry..." he pouted. "I didn't know any other way...I just-- 

Why do I always get the weirdoes. I sigh. "Look, make yourself at home. It's not you I'm mad at. Today's been...the worst day I've ever had in my life. Okay? I could do with some downtime." I sit on the side of my bed. "I honestly don't want to know what you do in there at this point. Actually, if you wanted to come over you could have just asked. Unlike the others, I actually like you." "R-Really?" He asked, with his eyes wide and shoulders tightened against his frame.

"On second thought...not after tonight, no." 

"Oh..."

"I guess I'll get going the―

"AISHA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

Oh my god! How the hell am I gonna hide a whole human being! "Get in the closet!" Wait...what am I saying...."Get under the bed!" "W-wait, Aisha...I don't think that's a good idea." 

"JUST DO IT." he jumped  up at first, frightened. I pushed him on the floor incase he got another hard attack,a nd rolled him under the bed.  adjusting the bed sheets, just so they hung over the bed frame, I get onto the floor placing my finger on my lips. "Now don't say anything!"
He nodded, and covered his mouth with his hands.