Boy Next Door ✔

Chapter 1

His dream ended abruptly, as he was shaken back into reality. his eyes opened, his eyelashes faintly batting against his lids when he blinked. He laid on his couch, debating whether or not  he should get up. His muscles felt weak, just like his energy.

He let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as he rolled off of the Grey-colored sofa he had been occupying. What time was it? How long had he been asleep? Did he have clothes on? All of these questions shot through his mind as he let out a loud yawn, ready to start the day.

He blinked and rubbed the sleep off his eyes with the back of his knuckles, he was sure he'd heard someone scream. 

Maybe it was a dream.

He checked the time on the watch on his wrist. 3 AM. 

What the fuck?

He picked up the quilt that had dropped on the floor and stood up, ready to walk to his bedroom to continue his sleep when he heard it again. A loud piercing scream, this time followed by glasses breaking.

Is it a bugler? Should I call the cops? No time.

He walked to the shoe's cabinet opposite his main door and opened it. He looked inside for a few seconds and pulled out a baseball bat. 

Stealthily he opened his door and snuck down the hallway to his neighbors door. The building had two apartments on each floor. He was sure the sound was coming from there. He began to approach the apartment. Slowly.

He stood by the door, listening. He heard voices inside. Perhaps the buglers were conversing. He listened intently. The voice belonged to a man and a woman. He quietly tried the door and it slowly opened. The hallway was empty, save for two pairs of shoes. 

"Hello, I'm your neighbor. I heard screaming. Is everyone okay? I'm coming in."

He crossed to the living room. At the foot of the stairs he could hear the voice of a woman: "I'm going to fucking kill you." She said. 

He rushed into the living room brandishing his baseball bat.

"You're not going to kill my neighbor you slut! Not on my watch!"

In that moment, the silence became like icy drops onto already cold skin. He stopped, hands straining from the weight of the baseball bat, his eyes taking in every detail. Seeing things he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. 

"Who the fuck are you?" 

A girl naked girl came out from behind the couch, spider tattoos around her dark areola. Her right hand had a high heel and he subconsciously took a step back.

This is it, I'm going to die in the hands of a naked woman.

A young man stepped out from behind the couch where the woman had come out earlier. His upper body was bare and his long legs were clad in dark skinny ripped jeans. His right eye was bleeding and the blood was dripping onto his bare chest.

"Are you trying to rob us?"

The man looked at him with a raised brow, clearly outlining how amused he was.

"No man, I'm your neighbor, I heard screaming and the door was open."

He dropped the hand that was holding the baseball bat and pointed at the young man's eye.

"Are you okay there mate?"

The young man lifted his hand and touched his eye, he looked at the blood as if just noticing that he had an injury.

"He's fine. Mind your damn business. Leave before I call the police."

Soo Yun looked back at the young man. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Soo Yun guessed he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. 

He had that brown skin Adonis look going on and extremely dark eyes framed by graceful brows. He was a few inches taller than everyone in the room. Slim, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face.

He had an extremely annoyed look on his face. Like Soo Yun was ruining something amazing. Like a homemade sweater he was, beautifully composed and thoughtful in appearance, but itchy and irritable in comfort. Yet you just couldn't help but love and put up with it.

"I'm sorry. I'll see myself out."

Soo Yun carried his baseball bat and slowly walked out of that apartment and back into his.

What the hell was going on in there? Were they fighting? Naked? Was it a sex thing? 

He shook his head and got the weird neighbors out of his mind. After three night shifts and only a few hours sleep in the day he needed his sleep. He tossed the baseball bat back into his shoe cabinet and dragged himself upstairs crawling into bed.

But somehow sleep didn't come. After an hour with his thoughts drifting into that welcome free-fall, he reached for the pills on his bedside table. His mind was intent on second guessing every damn thing he did for the past week and the neighbors situation was also sending him batty fast not slow. 

In the morning he would taste nothing but metal, that was the trade off with the pills, eight hours of blissful ignorance for the ruining of his food for the whole of the next day. But without sleep he couldn't function, no functioning meant mistakes on the job and he knew where that would lead. When ordinary people make mistakes at work they get a warning or a pay cut. When doctors make mistakes on the table people die.

He laid in bed, pensive about everything, until he fell asleep in a position where he looked like he was a contortionist. He slept well. In fact. He slept better than he had before. The thoughts in his brain stopped and he felt a small smile form on his face.