The Guy Next Door | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

HOW IT ALL STARTED - THE ONESHOT

Finally, the workday was done.

Stepping inside my apartment, I renewed my plans for the weekend that started today. The week had been crazy, so many things happening at the office, all the rush because of my sister's wedding that was just around the corner and me dealing with a break up. Let's just say it was just too much for one week.

Concerning the break-up, I was relatively okay. If anything, I felt relieved that it was over, if I'm being honest. I liked him, but from some time now, I felt like avoiding him as much as possible. So when he came to my apartment on Monday night and said that he wanted to end things, I barely held my relief in check.

Putting my purse on top of the counter, I took a deep breath. Weekend, here we go. Looking around, I spotted my charger on the coffee table, and immediately attached my phone to it, but made sure it was on silence mode before setting it down. I didn't want to do anything for a couple of days, I only wanted some time for me.

Opening my suit jacket I peeled it off my body, followed by the shirt and skirt I was wearing. Grabbing all the discarded pieces, I marched to my bathroom to throw them in the laundry basket, parading clad in black underwear and stockings through the house.

It wasn't a specially cold night, but it was not too warm either. For that reason, I searched my closet until I found an oversized wool sweater, throwing it on my body to keep me warm, the cream-colored confection contrasting with the black of my stockings. It kind of looked like a dress and tights underneath.

Going back to the living room, I considered what to cook for dinner. I could go for pasta, it was easy enough that I wouldn't have to think about it too much and it didn't take much time to prepare, and I was pretty sure I had some wine in my fridge. There, perfect Friday dinner.

As I selected the ingredients, I heard music coming from the next-door apartment. A guy had moved in almost a month back, but he normally kept to himself. No one on our floor had actually talked to him, apart from me.

The only reason for that was the one day he ran out of coffee and knocked on my door, since it was the closest to his, and asked if he could borrow some of mine. He was handsome, strong and sharp jaw, brown expressive eyes and a cute nose to balance it all. I still had a boyfriend back then, so I kept mentally repeating that I did not notice how much fuller his bottom lip was compared to his upper one, or how kissable they looked.

But for all the beauty and allure he exhaled, he lacked in the ability, or the interest, to hold a conversation. I gave him some coffee and simply said "Whenever you need anything, you can knock on my door". I was only being polite, I knew he didn't talk to any of the other neighbors, he never even talked to me before that, so I just wanted to tell him that it was okay to. But his blunt response was "Thanks for the coffee, but this won't happen again".

True to his word, he never talked to me or anyone else for that matter, after that day. I didn't even know his name. I only knew he liked music, because the sounds coming from his apartment were a constant since he moved in. I personally didn't mind, I liked the kind of music he played, but some neighbors started to complain. I tried to stay out of it, most of the times, but as I enjoyed the song, I also heard some rustling about on the hallway, followed by the voices of my said neighbors.

Curiously, I walked to the door and stepped outside, not really remembering I was barefooted. Three of my neighbors stood talking, trying to decide who would knock on Mister Recluse's door. He wasn't exactly the most charismatic person in the world, so it was understandable. When they saw me, it was almost like a miracle had happened right before their eyes.

- Hana! You do it! - said one of them.

- Yeah, he talked to you. You have better chances. - replayed the other.