Letters To Midnight

Chapter 4- Night Nine: In July

Having been dressed already I pick up the plate I was using to eat my pizzas on and make my way to the kitchen, dropping it off in the sink. That's a problem for another day am I right. I head to the front door, taking my purse off the hook, and wrapping the long strap around my body. Bending down to put on my pretty beaten up yellow Converse. As I open my door, I hear shuffling next door from Hyuks apartment, by his front door. Assuming he's putting his shoes on, I step outside and start locking my door up.

I hear his front door open and close. Look im not going to lie to you, Im very nervous, so Im still looking at my key that's still in the door, from my peripheral vision I can see his shoes and pants. His pants are a looser fit on him, dark and folded up at his ankles, his shoes.... well I honestly don't know what they are, its as if dress shoes met A gothic shoe designer, but not in a bad way. I pull out my key knowing that if I leave it in the door any longer it will very quickly get weird. As I turn to finally face my neighbor I slip my keys in my back pocket, Lifting my head up. What I immediately take in his shirt(s), he's wearing a light grey t-shirt under a long sleeve light blue Hawaiian shirt, but the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and underneath THAT shirt a little sliver of another long sleeve shirt except its black instead of it being Hawaiian. I trail my eyes up to his face. His hair is dark, almost black, is swept out of his face, showing his forehead, he is wearing small hooped silver earrings. Now im not going to describe his face because frankly, I don't think I can describe perfection. But his face fits his voice. Which is not fair, to be able to have a voice like that you at least have to be below average in looks in my opinion, someone cannot be THAT perfect. Some people stay winning, and Hyuk is one of those people. I bet he even know how to cook.

As I finish taking him in, I nervously smile at him, finally making eye contact.

"Hey." Hyuk quietly greets

"Hi." I greet back. After saying this we both slowly start smiling. Hyuk looks down while putting his hands in his front pockets. I adjust the strap on my purse. Both of us still smiling.

"You ready?" I question, nervously digging the toe of my Converse into the carpet

I look up, already starting to back away in the direction of the elevators not waiting for his answer. He doesn't answer me but follows me instead.

It's quiet until we make it in the elevator.

"So Duck, to save this from being awkwardly quiet, tell me about yourself."

He sighs and responds with "You're going to keep calling me Duck aren't you?" chuckling at the end

I smile and look at him, "Yup!" I say bouncing on the balls of my feet

He looks over at me making eye contact smiling while shaking his head "Well what do you want to know?" he questions back

"How am I supposed to know what to ask you if I just met you Duck?" I laugh out.

He turns to look at me "Well my name is Kwon Hyuk, I am a singer, song writer and producer who goes by the name Dean, and I am 25 years old." he reveals to me, also bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands still in his pocket

"How did you get the name Dean?" I ask, the elevators stopping on the ground floor where our cars are parked.

"Well I actually got the name from the actor James Dean." We continue walking towards my car

"Elaborate please." I ask a little confused

"Well, James Dean has always had that rebellious character, which relates to my music, like I wanted to make music that was different, BE different." We arrive at my car, unlocking it and settle down inside of it. After starting the car I hand him the AUX cord. He quickly puts his seat belt on and grabs the cord from my hand