"Oh my god… He’s way too hot."
"Seriously? You fell for someone again?"
"Come on, be honest. No one could resist that face."
"Hot. Hot. And hot. Oh—and sexy."
"Even you’d fall for him, and you’re a guy. I guarantee it."
"Ugh, Yoon Yeoju, the hopeless pretty-face lover and serial crusher."
"So, when are you actually gonna date someone?"
"I’m telling you, you’ll never date at this rate."
"Excuse me—do you know who I am?"
"With this face? I’m built for love."
"And if it’s that guy… all the better."
My name is Yoon Yeoju.
Late twenties and still blooming (…sort of).
With a pretty face and a bold personality,
I get along with everyone—
And yeah, I’m popular.
But there’s just one major flaw.
I’ve never had a boyfriend.
Like, ever.
I fall for looks way too fast,
and I get attached even faster.
(Kinda like Jeon Jungkook, that punk. But hey… I get it.)
And the latest object of my affection?
The guy next door.
I mean, have you seen him?
He’s insanely good-looking.
And don’t get me started on the sexy vibe.
Seriously, I’ve never seen someone that fine before.
I’m calling it now—
He’s gonna be my man.
Soon.
.
.
.
Clunk—
"Oh! Hi there!"
"...Hi."
"I live next door! Just thought I’d say hello!"
"Okay."
"Um, well… since we’re neighbors, let’s get along!"
"...Sure."
It was 7:30 AM.
I was just stepping out for work,
and so was Mr. Hot Next Door.
Why does he shine even in the morning!?
I swear, I wasn’t just looking to flirt—he’s my neighbor!
We’ll be seeing each other all the time!
So I said hi.
But what’s with that annoyed face?
And those one-word answers?
Still… he’s hot.
So I’ll let it slide.
That cold attitude?
Totally part of the charm. (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
"Heading to work? I’m on my way too!"
"...Yeah."
"Oh, do you take the subway?"
"Then maybe we can go toge—"
"I’ve got something to do. See you."
"Wait—was that a rejection?"
"What the hell… I’ve never been dumped before!"
"Ugh, now I really want to win him over."
"I'm Yoon Yeoju."
I don’t know the meaning of giving up."
.
.
.
"So you got rejected, huh?"
"Pffft—knew it!"
"...Shut up before I slap that smug look off your face."
Jeon Jungkook.
High school bestie turned annoying coworker.
After I told him what happened this morning,
he nearly split his face laughing.
I swear, one of these days I will punch him.
Honestly, maybe he’s the reason I can’t date.
His face just screams “hit me.”
"Tch… with that nasty temper, who’d want you?"
"Oh please. My man’s gonna take me just as I am."
"You don’t even know how old he is,
and you keep calling him 'my man'?"
"I’m still in my late twenties, okay?
He’s obviously older than me!"
"‘Still’? Girl, you’re already there."
"...Just go with it, will you."
"You’re in your late twenties too, so stop acting like you’re 21."
"Anyway, you got rejected this morning."
"Well, he just needs time to see my charm."
"Sure, I’m pretty on the outside,
but my inside? Absolute masterpiece."
"That man… he’s deep.
He values what’s inside, not just looks."
"Tsk… how’d you turn out like this."
"Just you wait—he will fall for me!"
"Don’t come crying to me when he picks me over you!"
"Pfft—me? Cry over you? As if."
"I’ll win him over before you even blink."
"Wanna bet?
Let’s see if Mr. Hot Next Door falls for you."
"Game on.
You’ll see—I’m not scared of a little challenge."
"You better be ready to lose."
"Get ready to be amazed."
Just wait.
My sexy first love.