Just My Type (Not The First, Not The Last) × HoonHan

One

Jeonghan likes where he lives. His neighbors are nice - they don't make a fuss when his friends visit him and decide to blast music in his backyard. Most likely because sometimes they like to blast music too.

It's a mostly quiet, peaceful neighborhood even with children, even with dogs and cats and birds as pets, even with rowdy company around sometimes.

And for the last couple of years that Jeonghan has lived in this neighborhood, nobody's ever moved in to the house at the end of the street.

You see, the street has a dead end. You reach the end and come to a house - worn down, menacing, dead.

And nobody's lived there for a long, long time as far as Jeonghan knows - which makes the moving truck parked at the end of the street shocking.

Jeonghan feels a little embarrassed for being nosy, standing on his lawn as he tries to get a peek at the new neighbors, but he brushes it aside when he sees the neighborhood housewives stand on the edge of their lawns too.

But try as he might try and catch a peek, all he sees are men in uniform carrying boxes - sealed and stiff like everything's new.

He wonders if he should go to them and ask if his new neighbors are around - to introduce himself, of course, but decides against it.

One of the housewives will end up telling him eventually, so he goes into his house and forgets all about the commotion.

As expected, come Thursday morning as he's leaving for work, he sees one of the housewives who's out for her morning run. Michelle is her name.

She lives three houses down from his with her husband, two daughters and house cat. She's a wonderful woman who had brought Jeonghan a cake when he had first moved in, always ready to bring him food or desert if she's made too much, always lending a hand to the others neighbors if they needed a hammer, a lawnmower, a lightbulb.

"Morning." He greets, smiling as he unlocks his car.

"Morning!" Comes the chipper reply. The woman stops to wipe off sweat from her forehead and comes closer, throwing looks over her shoulder as if someone were watching them. That makes Jeonghan pause, waiting for the woman to come closer. "Have you met the new neighbors?"

Jeonghan blinks in surprise, "I totally forgot about that."

"They moved in this Monday." She says lowly, "Brought them an apple pie the next day. Lovely couple. Such a sweet, handsome boy and a beautiful, beautiful girl."

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yes. The boy was very polite, accepting the pie and smiling the whole time - you should see his smile, would light up this whole town, I swear. His girlfriend however..." The woman frowns, "A very pretty girl with beautiful dark eyes who glares too much. She looked upset that I came 'round. Had the young man not answered the door, I guarantee she would've slammed the door in my face."

Jeonghan's neighbor shakes her head, clearly upset.

"She didn't say a word the whole time! Wouldn't answer a question I asked. She just stood next to her boyfriend and listened. The boy asked if I wanted to come in but I think that would've made it worse."

"Maybe she's just reserved." Jeonghan says, "Or shy. Maybe she'll warm up to us and be more sociable. Let's give her some time."

"Hopefully." His neighbor sighs, "All I know is that Sandra dropped by to welcome them yesterday - I'll have to ask her how it went. I'll tell her to drop by and give you the details when she can to keep you in the loop."