Opposites Attract

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Kang Seulgi was filled with joy the moment she stepped into her new apartment. Sure, it wasn't the most extravagant apartment. It had shaggy carpet, some stains on the walls, and smelled slightly of dust, but it had hot water, a running dishwasher, and was bigger than the size of a four by five bathroom compared to her old apartment.

It was her own, and it would have been perfect.

Except for one thing.

Her loud neighbor.

She had been in the apartment for a week, and for the first day or two had enjoyed the blissful quiet. She had taken the time to dust and mop the floors, to spray lemon scented Lysol around the rooms, and even had been able to clean the countertops and the gas grill.

It was on the third day, after scouting the local tourist attractions, after taking some pictures of the local monuments that the town had, after heating up a chicken and mashed potato instant meal in the microwave and after just settling down to bed when it started. The noise.

Seulgi had seen her new neighbor once or twice, as his room was right next to the elevator that she needed to take to get downstairs. He seemed like a pretty normal guy that looked to be around her age. But holy hell he was loud.

And he wouldn't let her sleep.

Seulgi glanced at the clock beside her bedside table and groaned at the time. 1:30, the red numbers glared back at her, and this guy was still making noise.

She understood that of course she was in an older apartment and that the walls were thin and that maybe the next-door neighbor wasn't used to having a neighbor next to him because her room, she had heard from the landlord, had been vacant for several months.

But I mean, he knew she lived here. He had seen her making her way from the elevator to her room as he was exiting his room to make his way to the elevator. And they had made eye contact. He should, without a doubt, know that she was living in the room next to his.

But he continued to play his instruments.

She couldn't exactly make out what he was playing, but could hear the loud noise. It sounded like an electric piano. He was also rapping. Very loudly.

Seulgi thought of herself as a kind person. And, under normal circumstances, she would be okay with the neighbor being loud next door.

But she was a freelance photographer.

She loved being a photographer, and prided herself on the photos that she took. She was used to living in small towns, handing out her fliers with examples of her photographs, and being commissioned a couple of jobs here and there as some side money while she usually found work at a coffee shop or local library where she would make the majority of her money. When she got tired of living in a place, she quit her job, packed up her things, and found a new apartment to live in.

This new town had been no exception. Before moving into her new apartment, she had found a job at a local coffee shop, called Frappe, and on the first and second day of living at her new apartment had walked around town passing out fliers.

She had been excited when on the third day of living in her new town, she had gotten a call from a local florist shop who wanted her to take pictures of the new flowers that they had just gotten shipped in to put on their website.

Only, the photographer had wanted her to come in the morning, before the shop opened, to take the pictures.

Which meant she was waking up extra early in the morning to take pictures before her shift at Frappe.