imagine this | day6 drabbles

MUSIC IS A GATEWAY

i sighed, listening as the raindrops softly drummed on my window. the peace and quiet that was usually heard in the apartment was suddenly shattered. i covered my ears as loud music and bass shook the apartment complex. an exasperated sigh escaped my lips. i realized the music was coming from the floor above me, where a new person was moving in. i chose to ignore it, plugging my headphones into my phone. i smiled as the sweet voices of bts drowned out the harsh rock music.

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I glared at the ceiling for the umpteenth time as rock music flooded the apartment building. i'm sick and tired of this. i'm going to kill someone if this goes on. i grabbed one of the pillows on my bed and sighed into it. you know what? i'm gonna give the person who's blasting the fucking music a piece of my mind. i got up from my seat, stomping out of my apartment. as i neared the stairs, the music grew louder and louder, until i had to cover my ears at how loud the music was playing. i went up the stairs, the floorboards creaking a bit. i went to the source of the music, breathing deeply as i worked up the courage to knock on the door. after hesitating for a few seconds, i knocked loudly. the music came to an abrupt stop. i could hear soft footsteps thumping on the ground as someone walked to the door. i bit my lip, looking at the ground. the door opened with a click. i pinched the bridge of my nose and furrowed my eyebrows.

"listen here kiddo, i'm sick and tired of you playing your music so loudly that i can't even-" i gaped as i stared upward at the handsome and much more taller man. he stared back, his deep, black eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"h-hear my o-own thoughts," i stammered, my cheeks growing hot as i stared at the floor.

"oh, i'm really sorry. i guess i get a little carried away when i write music," he ran his fingers through his soft, raven black, hair.

"you write music?" i asked him. He nodded sincerely. i could tell he had a passion for music from the gaze in his eyes.

"yeah, i'm majoring in music," i nodded.

"i'm minoring in music," i said. i've had a passion for music for as long as i can remember.

"i didn't catch your name,"

"i didn't throw it," he said jokingly. i chuckled a bit at his joke.

"anyway, my name is brian. i usually go by young k though,"

"mine is y/n," i said, smiling a bit.

"you wanna come and work on a song with me? i've been trying to write it for a few weeks." he asked me. i smiled at his invitation.

"of course."