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The boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the door frame of his new apartment. Just a few more boxes, he thought, a bit irritated, and I’ll be almost officially moved in to this stinky place. Jungkook took the few seconds he had leaning against the frame and surveyed his apartment. A bit smaller than Mom said, but you know, I kinda like it. It gives it character. It gives it a little bit more effort. I like that about things like this-
Thump.
Jungkook looked at the wall to his left where the sound had originated from.
Thump.
Thump thump.
Oh God I’ll throw away all of my Pokemon cards if you just let me have not sex-addict neighbors who like to have loud passionate sex at 3 in the afternoon and 3 in the morning please please I’ll burn every single card.
The door opened, and a tall brunet boy flew out of the room and hit the wall, yelling and making a huge scene. “The cat! Where’s the cat?! Get it off of me!”
The seemingly younger boy stared at the mysterious screaming man. Why is he screaming? The fuck is up with him? He didn’t see any cat anywhere, he just had underwear on his head.
Oh boy.
“Uh… sir, there’s no cat. I think you’ve mistaken a pair of boxers for a cat.” Jungkook spoke uneasily. What if the man took off the underwear and went for him instead? What if he turned him into a cat? God, he needed to stop reading those weird mangas before going to bed.
“...Are you for real?” The brunet paused his frantic movements and felt at his head. He grabbed the boxers off of his head. “Oh, I’ve been looking for these! I don’t know how they got on my head, though.” Jungkook gave the stranger an odd look.
“Um.. I’m just.. going to go now?” He spoke hesitantly, slowly inching away from the seemingly crazy neighbor.
“Okay! Bye-bye, bunny face!” There was no way this guy was older than Jungkook. Jungkook was 18, and he didn’t act like a 12 year old anymore! Maybe there was something more to this guy. But at least now he was sure he wasn’t that much older than himself. Was he maybe 20? Possibly. Some 20 year olds act like they graduated high school just to go back to preschool. Maybe he was like those girls who are addicted to Netflix and loved to say that they like to cuddle and watch Netflix? Maybe he was the guy version of those girls. Those girls weren’t exactly his favorites. He didn’t even watch Netflix. Hulu, bitch!
Okay, maybe he shouldn’t say bitch. He didn’t want to be punched in the face by a really pretty girl. Of course, all girls are pretty. Jungkook almost tripped over a box because he was too busy thinking about how pretty girls are. Thank God he didn’t, he would’ve dumped his computer and charger all down the street, and some random guy would probably walk over and pick it up. He would never see his computer again. Sniffling at the thought, Jungkook picked up his box of electronics and started carrying them up the stairs to his apartment.
By the time he got to his floor, the weird ass guy was back in his own apartment. Jungkook thanked God again, and promised that he would stop making false promises to Him so he could comfort himself. He set down the final box from his car and stood back. Look at all these fucking boxes. I have to unpack all of these things. What if I unpack this and I don’t even stay here for that long? What the hell am I doing? Why should I unpack these if I’m moving out in four years? He shook his head. He needed to stop questioning himself and just do it. It was his freshman year of college, he should be more daring, stop questioning everything, have fun! But then again, his mother warned him of people in college. ‘They might push you to inject marijuana, Jungkook, don’t do it. If I hear of any marijuana injections from you, going into you, we’re having a serious talk.’ His mother had told him the night before he left. His mother was just too innocent.
You don’t inject marijuana.
You snort it, obviously.
The ominous banging from the room with the crazy man was happening again. What the hell is that guy doing in there? Jungkook knew he was alone, because nobody had taken that damn pair of flower printed underwear off of his head, but still! What the hell was he doing? If that guy kept it up while he’s trying to study during the semester, Jungkook would… do something. He would have to make a plan to decide exactly what he was going to do, but it would be a very good one. Something involving oranges. Maybe a starbucks. Or a pizza. Possibly all three? Jungkook oogled at the choices his brain presented him with.
Oranges are simply a must.
He hoped the crazy man didn’t like oranges. What if Jungkook had a whole bag of fresh oranges, and he just waltzed in and stole all of them? What if he just left him the squishy one at the bottom of the bag with the mold on it? How rude of him, Jungkook thought viciously, to leave me that one shitty orange while he just gets the big, nice, juicy oranges! I can’t believe this! How fucking rude can someone be? Coming into my house, stealing my oranges. The nerve of some people!
This went on for a few hours, a war raging in Jungkook’s mind about the odd man next door. He had begun to develop weird grudges against him, and suddenly stopped. He then realized that he was making the literal stupidest grudges in mankind because that guy didn’t do shit, all he did was make loud banging noises and think that a pair of boxers on his head were a cat.
Jungkook sighed.
He needed a drink.