“Come in,” Taehyung called out, voice echoing through the apartment.
“Hey, I’m your new neighbor and was wondering if you could help—what the fuck?”
Taehyung’s gaze snapped to the doorway. Standing there was a man he recognized, keys dangling from his left hand, phone clutched in the right.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, voice edged with suspicion.
“I should be asking *you* that,” the man retorted, his tone sharp.
“Look, I’m not here to cause any problems. I just need some help,” he said, stepping inside.
“Woah, woah, woah—who said you could come in?” Taehyung huffed, arms crossed.
“You literally said ‘come in’ to me,” the younger man rolled his eyes.
“Look, are you going to help me or not?” He stood up from the black-leather couch, his gaze fixed on Taehyung.
“What do you need help with?” Taehyung asked, walking toward him.
“I need help with boxes, with figuring out where to go… and shit.” His eyes widened slightly. “Names’ Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Twenty-one years old.” He extended his hand.
“Hah, I’m your *hyung*. Kim Taehyung. Twenty-two years old.” Taehyung shook his hand, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Should’ve known you were a Kim,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath.
“Do I *look* like a Kim? Is it obvious?” Taehyung asked, releasing Jungkook’s hand.
“Kinda.” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck.
“Okay, let’s go. I have a lot of stuff to do, so we better make this quick.”
***
“And that goes there,” Jungkook instructed, watching as Taehyung hefted a box and moved it to the corner of Jungkook’s room.
“I don’t understand why you couldn’t help at all,” Taehyung said, his tone laced with frustration.
“Because I hurt my hand trying to hold a box. Now, I need some help with where to go, *hyung*.” Jungkook hopped off the couch and headed for the door.
“Ugh, there’s not a lot of exciting stuff here,” Taehyung whined, shaking his head.
“Stop being a baby and let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s ear, and Taehyung yelped in pain.
“Ouch! I’m older! Let go! Owie!” Jungkook chuckled and finally released his grip on Taehyung’s ear, which was now flushed red.
“Okay.” Taehyung huffed. “This is the elevator. Takes you to whatever floor you want.” They stepped into the elevator, clicking the button for the first floor.
“Hey, Taehyung?” Jungkook asked, turning to face him.
“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed in response.
“How long have you been living here?”
“Hmm… about two years? I’m working at the moment, making money to get a new place. Need to get married, ya’ know?” Taehyung chuckled.
“What’s your ideal woman?” Jungkook asked, hearing the ding of the elevator as they approached their floor. They were still waiting for the doors to open.
“Correction. Ideal *man*. I’m bisexual.” He smiled, a shy, boxy smile.
“Oh… me too.” Jungkook blushed, looking away.
“Didn’t ask,” Jungkook teased, playfully punching Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Well, I want my lover to love me and others, as well as themselves. I want them to be warm-hearted, and I want them to care for others as well as themselves.”
“Anything else? Like, any talents?” He asked, fidgeting with his feet.
“Hm… I want them to know how to cook, basically what an average human can do.” He smiled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Cool. Oh, we’re here.” Jungkook noticed the elevator doors open, and the number displayed on the panel shifted from ‘4’ to ‘1’.
They were greeted by a woman at the front desk.
“That’s Mrs. Wang, if you need anything, dial her number, which is xxxx. She helps me with a lot of stuff.” He pointed at the woman, who was smiling brightly.
“She’s hot,” Jungkook blurted out, checking out the woman who was in the middle of a phone call.
“Dude, she’s married. And she’s, like, twenty-seven.” Taehyung let out a fake gag.
“I would smash anyway.” He bit his lip, smirking.
“I’m going to say hi.” Jungkook started to walk toward the desk.
“I still need to show you around!” Taehyung whined. “I don’t have time for this!”
“It’ll only take a minute, calm your ass.” He walked up to the desk.
“Hi, how can I help you?” Mrs. Wang said, smiling sweetly.
“Yeah, I need you to let me give you my number. Not my fake one that I give to most girls, my real one.” He smirked, handing her his phone.
“I’m sorry?” She asked, clearly unaware of Jungkook’s intentions.
“I asked for your number, cutie.” He gave a sly smile.
“Oh… sure.” She took Jungkook’s phone and punched in her number.
“See you tonight.” He winked before walking back to a gagging Taehyung.
“Ew. She’s your *noona*… bleh.” He fake gagged.
“Okay, I’m hungry. Can we go for ice cream or something? My treat since you showed me around and helped me with my boxes.” Jungkook smiled before pulling his keys out of his jacket pocket.
“Let’s go?” He looked at Taehyung, who sighed.
“Let’s go.”