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Mad Baby?

Psychotic

His music would blast during the late hours of night, his curtains wide open past midnight and he sat on his chair, gazing at your window. You would eye him angrily, and he would smile, mouthing a soft "Mad baby?" And your fist would clench. He moved next door a month ago, seemed to be a calm type of person and you'd never see him during the day. Although, whenever you happened to see him, he'd be alone, his headphones plugged in and he would write things down in his notebook.

He was calm during the day, maybe because the light of the sun damaged his chaotic senses. Psychotic; that's what he was to you after midnight. You called the police on him, and they didn't fine him, they didn't arrest him for disturbing your sleep. He liked to keep you awake, and piss you off with his beats; all the fight you had been having against him was pointless, useless, because he would always win, and mouth his famous words "Mad baby?"

You furiously stomped your feet as you made your way to his door, banging your fist against it and you heard it open. He rested against his doorstep, on his face a smug smile and for the first time ever, he seemed somewhat charming. His skin was pale, he was slightly taller, blonde hair, dark clothing and his cologne trailed through your nostrils. His posture was welcoming yet intimidating, and his eyes held a dark glow.

"Why are you doing this?" You questioned him, arms crossed in front of your chest and your expression showed pure anger. He chuckled; "Doing what?" He played clueless, while the music blasted loudly from his room. "The fucking music! Just turn it off!" You yelled. Calling the police on him was no use, you had tried it a few times they did nothing to stop it. "Why would I wanna do that?" He calmly asked. "Because I need to fucking sleep!" "Then sleep" he smirked, remaining unbothered by your demands.

"Okay what do you want?" You asked. "What do you mean?" He continued playing innocent, but the disgusting smug never left his face. "What can I do to permanently stop playing your fucking music every single fucking night?" "Aggressive, aren't you? You could try enjoying it instead of calling the police on me six times in a month." You scoffed. "Look buddy. I don't know what you do for a living, but I have a job. And I need to sleep. But I can't sleep when you are blasting your music like that. Please, just tell me what you want!" He just started laughing, voice low and you were pissed.

His eyes locked with yours, that same dark glow he had when you first looked at him and it was intimidating, yet seductive. "Have some tea with me." You were dumbfounded. "W-..what?!" "Tea. That's my request." "And the you'll permanently stop your music out loud in the middle of the night?!" He nodded. Tea. That can't be bad. "So when do you-" "Right now." He pulled you into his apartment, shutting the door behind you as you took your shoes off. "So just this one tea and then you'll stop?" "Yeah, now shut up and come with me."

The night was actually decent, entertaining because this man was more fun than you had ever thought of. You ended up laughing a lot, the tea was enjoyable and he showed you how fun music could be at night. You realized you actually liked the music, nodding your head along with the rhythm and your body relaxed on his couch. You spent a few hours there, just listening to music and taking your mind off of work for a while, and he simply observed.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this but.... I did have a lot of fun tonight. Thank you, Yoongi." You thanked him, and he smiled. "I noticed. Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n." You slowly walked away from his apartment, said goodnight and made your way back home. The rest of the night was calm, he was a night owl but the music was no longer playing. You slept peacefully for the first time in so long, and you felt well rested. Waking up in the morning, full of energy and the day went smoothly and wonderfully.

You looked out of the window, seeing him work on his computer, focused and his headphones probably blasting music into his ears, but he looked fine. You thought about that night when you had tea with him, and he seemed somewhat overworked to you. You smirked. Yoongi walked to the door, surprised by the sudden ring of the bell because he didn't usually have visitors and his eyes gaped open when he saw you by his doorstep. "Lets have some tea." You suggested.