My Handsome Neighbor

"Ugh," Mark hears his younger brother express his displeasure as he enters the front door. "I fucking hate him!" Turning his body around from the couch to stare at his brother who was four years younger than him he breaks out into a goofy smile before making himself known.

"Hello to you too, Yugyeom. I hope I'm not the person you're cursing under your breath." Mark greets watches as Yugyeom whips his head up with wide eyes before it turns into the shape of two crescent moons.

"Mark hyung!" Yugyeom yelps in excitement. Throwing his backpack down by the front door where he took off his shoes.

"You're finally back!" Yugyeom runs to plop himself down on the couch engulfing Mark into a big warm hug. Returning the sweet sentiment, the both of them pull apart seconds later only for Mark to flick Yugyeom on the forehead.

"So who's this guy you hate so much?" Mark asks watching Yugyeom sit back on the couch with a groan from being reminded of his anger earlier.

"Ugh, our neighbor next door." Yugyeom answers as Mark tilts his head to the side in confusion. They lived in the right corner of the apartment building on the tenth floor, so the only neighbor they had was one next door to them on the left.

"Mr. Park? He's like eighty years old and always nice to us." Mark says not quite understanding why an eighty-year-old man is making Yugyeom so miserable.

"No, hyung you would know what I'm talking about if you stayed here during the summer or pick up your damn phone." Yugyeom sighs as if he was tired of talking about this.

"Hey, I went to go visit my family during the summer that I have not seen for almost a year. You can't hate me for that. Also, didn't I tell you I wouldn't be using my phone the whole time there because I can't afford to pay the international fee?" Mark furrows his brows to show more of an annoying effect.

Truth be told. Yugyeom is not Mark's real younger brother. They only call themselves brother because of their close relationship. Mark is a foreigner here in Seoul. Born and raised in Los Angeles, California with a mom, dad, two older sisters, and one younger brother until his junior year of high school. He decided to become a high school transfer international student in Seoul to learn the language and gain school experience. The family he was admitted to staying with ended up to be Yugyeom's family. The Kim's treated him like their own and Mark was grateful for their hospitality. Especially during the first three months in Seoul when he got homesick. Since graduating from high school. Mark decided to continue pursuing his accountant degree in Korea. The Kim's were kind enough to let him continue to live with them free of charge.

"Whatever," Yugyeom brushes it away with a wave of his hand, "I'm talking about Mr. Park's grandson. During the summer while you were away, Mr. Park's daughter with her husband and son moved in to live with him. You know, to take care of him and all."

"Mr. Park has a grandson?" Mark asks intrigued by the news.

"Yeah, he's been making my life a living hell since he moved here this summer. It doesn't help that he also goes to the same high school as me." Yugyeom sulks grabbing a pillow off the couch to hug in front of him. "A devil in disguise is what he is. He acts all sweet and innocent in front of everybody, but when he's alone with me his devil self-comes out! Always teasing me, giving me those judging glares, and most importantly calling me Giant Mushroom Head."

"Perhaps you're just over exaggerating?" Mark suggests watching Yugyeom turn to glare at him. "Maybe he's not that bad of a guy."

"Hyung, I'm not. I could tolerate it over the summer since I could hide from him at BamBam's place, but school's different. I see him every day. It's just the start of the school year, my patience already running thin with him. Just because he's my senior in school doesn't mean he can tease me, a freshman, like this."