The boy next door?
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"yes…?"
I could only stare at the intercom, flustered. I felt like I should say something, but the self-proclaimed boy next door on the intercom looked… something… untouchable.
Perhaps it was the sunlight, but his hair seemed natural brown, his ears pierced, his full lips, his tiny beak-like nose, and his innocent eyes. He looked exactly like a boy. But judging by the frown he was making as he looked at the intercom, he looked like he was about to get angry at any moment. So I couldn't answer.
"hey?"
The boy on the intercom urged me to answer quickly. But could I? No, absolutely not. What if he hacked me? Absolutely not.
“What… I heard you answering earlier…?”
"hey?"
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. The doorbell rings. Ha… The heroine sighed, ran her hand through her hair, and wandered around, contemplating. If she opened the door now, would he get even angrier? No, was she planning to get angry in the first place? Or why wouldn't she go and keep ringing the doorbell?
Ding dong.
“What should I do…?”
The heroine, stamping her feet and agonizing over the matter, decided to apologize, though she didn't know what it was. She then looked back at the intercom. But the boy next door, who had just been ringing the doorbell, was nowhere to be seen. The intercom was clean, as if he'd vanished with the wind.
"what…"
The heroine quickly opened the door, stuck her head out, and looked around. The hallway was quiet. "What the heck..." she wondered, as she was about to re-enter the house when she noticed her sofa blocking the door to another house. "Oh, is that it?" she thought. She began to feel a strange sense of guilt. She hadn't even dreamed her sofa would be blocking her path.
"I have to clean up quickly. I'm sorry, so I'll bring you some snacks..."
The heroine started unpacking again. She thought she had to quickly move her sofa before the so-called boy next door came back.
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Ding-dong. Ding-dong. With a bang, the door swung open. Standing before it was none other than Yeoju. For some reason, she was holding rice cakes and various snacks in her hands. Yeoju smiled brightly and spoke with a nervous expression.
“Excuse me… I’m sorry about earlier… My sofa…”
Jimin had been lying down, so there was a magpie's nest on the back of his head. Jimin just stroked the magpie's nest and laughed.
“No, I just wanted you to clean it up quickly…”
The two looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
There was only an awkward atmosphere between the two.
What should I do about this situation!!!… I am 24 years old and this is the most difficult time in my 24 years of life.