Boy Next Door (Seventeen) Jun

Boy Next Door (Seventeen) Jun

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Being the new student of school, is maybe the hard thing of school. New school, new class and you have to search for new friends. I switched schools because my parents said that the school I was on before, was bad. A teacher on the school was a pervert. Not that I was a girl who was raped but my parents wanted a good school. I the kind of Nerd girl. I study hard, so I don't go to party's like most of the people of my age. We still live in the same house I've been born. A few years ago, a group boys, called SEVENTEEN, moved to the dorm next to our house. They are really kind to my parents. I like their group and songs but doesn't have talk once with them. Between our house and their dorm is a walk road. My rooms window and one of their rooms window are across from each other. It's the window of Jun's room. I have never talked to Jun either. Sometimes on Friday evening, when I watch movie's like every Friday evening, I see him staring at me. When I looked up to him, he smiles and bites his lower lip. I don't want to be a stalker or something but I just noticed.
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Being equally important, my mother had a mother to mother talk with our neighbour, asking as politely as she possibly could to babysit me - but I wouldn't exactly call it babysitting if my mom specifically asks that I only stay over to study for as long as I want; no food included, no relaxation breaks, nothing except studying. In other words my mother asked if I could use their house as a study spot when she and my dad argue. Having explained it to our neighbour, she willing and wholeheartedly accepted, and with that she offered if I could sometimes stay for dinner, but my mother declined. Repeatedly emphasizing on the 'study only'. So, already being agreed, our neighbour noted how she had a son who's three years older than me, which did not bother my mother - but it bothered me. It did bother me before I started studying there. I was practically invisible to the sixteen year old boy who never glanced my way, not even once. He was smart, according to his mother who would help me with something I was bad at, but he was very much a problematic child. Although, to me he was just a nice boy, with a phone in his hand, always walking from his room to the kitchen, and never saying hello to me. It would be an understatement if I said he didn't know I existed, because he did know I existed and that I came to study at his house everyday, he just never took it in his interest to look at me when I looked at him. And that's how I grew up. Having two homes. The one I wake up in, sleep in, eat in, bath in and the one I study in - also known as the house I met my first crush Taeil. Taeil, who didn't bother noticing me but allowed me to notice him everyday of the week, month, year, up to a decade - excluding family outings and outings similar to that. In conclusion, I basically watched him grow up. Grow up into the drug and alcoholic, sex in love man he is. Copyrights © Dzzuling_Min

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