Dreamlike. //Joji x Reader Imagines//

Locked out.

I step out of the store and back into the freezing cold of the night. I really can't wait to get back to my new apartment so I'm already snacking on the bar of chocolate I just bought. I haven't even eaten today so a proper fucking meal would be great but, I don't even have any money left for that.
The whole day has just consisted of moving all my shit into the apartment, and even though I'm so fucking thankful to God that I have my own place, I'm so exhausted.

I finally reach my door. Fumbling through my pocket, I try and find my keys but...They aren't there...Oh my God.

They aren't there.

They aren't there!

Please, please, please not today.

After about 10 minutes of retracing my steps to try and find those goddamn keys, I find no luck. I return to my door. Maybe I left it inside?I bend down and peer through the letterbox. I see it, laying on the ground. Totally out of my reach. I curse and kick the door in frustration, then slumping down in defeat. Well this definitely hasn't gone to plan.

After about 20 minutes of just sitting there, eating chocolate and trying to formulate a plan of what I should do, I hear a lock turn. Unfortunately it's not mine, but the one right next to me. A tall man with obsidian hair steps out of his door. He doesn't notice me at first, but as I cough slightly, he looks down at me, supposedly in disapointment. If were him I'd do the same to be honest.

But his look of disappointment transitions into a look of amusement, which I definitely don't appreciate, but he's cute so it's fine.

"Seems like you've got, uh...a little situation there." A coy smile plays on his lips.

"Yeah I do. Just moved in and I'm already having a shitty experience. I'm rating this complex -1 stars." I scoff.

He chuckles. "On what?"

"I have no idea." I sigh deeply, leaning my head against the door. "Look, I know. This is my fault. I know you're gonna ask me why I thought it was okay to forget my key in my house. Also, I've barely eaten all day today which is great. I don't know how I've had the strength to even finish moving all my stuff in on an empty stomach and-- I'm so sorry. I'm rambling aren't I."

"No, no. It's alright, honestly. I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to stay over until you've gotten this issue resolved. Me and my friends just ordered pizza." He offers.

"Who are your friends?" I tilt my head.

"They'll introduce themselves. I'm George, by the way. But please, call me Joji. It makes me feel less basic for having that name." He sets his hand out.

I laugh, getting up and shaking his hand. "Joji? You Chinese or something?"

"Japanese. Well, half. But that is so racist."

"Chinese isn't a race, so." I shrug, walking in. "I'm Y/N, by the way!"

Joji's POV

I shake my head, smiling. I shut the door and make my way over to the staircase. My shoes clank against the metal steps as I go down. I reach the ground floor and leave the complex to go to the store quickly to buy some drinks. (On Max's demand, obviously.)

It's gonna be a pretty long night.

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It doesn't end there, don't worry. I've still got alot to write so I'm gonna give you guys the privilege of reading a part two of this story tomorrow.

I know, I know, I'm amazing. You don't need to keep telling me that. 🤔😤(who even said that tho)

-E <3