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303 |Lee Byounggon|

When Byounggon has a crush on his next-door neighbor and friend but doesn’t even know their name.

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Genre: fluff

Warning(s): an awkward neighbor! Au + mentions of alcohol + idk I just hope you like this kdjsk + stream movie star peeps!!

This is a part of a silver boys series I’m currently writing. Find the masterlist here!

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“Pleeease.”

"No.”

“No.”

“Gonie, please.”

“Those puppy eyes don’t work with me, Seunghun.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and pouted as he talked to his best friend.

“I can’t see why you don’t want to do it, there are only advantages! Look: we get some credits for our grade, we make friends, we-“

“We get less time to study, we look ridiculous since nobody would join and people from other clubs will make fun of us... Do I continue?”

That time, Seunghun frowned and gave his best friend a friendly punch on the shoulder. It had always been like that: Seunghun, the main dreamer; Byounggon, the realistic dreamer. It was obvious that Seunghun was going to be benefited by that stupid theatre club he wanted to create, after all, he majored in acting and he was basically raised inside a theatre. But for him? He’s majored in music, production of music to be accurate, how’s that going to help him apart from the credits?

“I’m not helping you this time, I’m sorry.”

That was a few months ago. Now, he finds himself with a notebook and list of the ones that are already inside the club.

“Bang Yedam and Kim Doyoung.” He reads out loud. “Why are some high schoolers joining the club? Isn’t it for college students only?”

“Haven’t you realized that the dance club began being only for students but some people of all ages ended up joining? It doesn’t really matter who joins, college students are the only ones getting some benefit though.” Seunghun explains and Byounggon nods, he is surprised at how his friend seems to be taking it seriously.

“Lee Midam.” He continues reading. “Noa Kazama, Kim Junkyu.”

“Our first member and dearest friend Jeon Woong.” Seunghun smiles fondly when he reads Woongs's name. He was the first person that joined and Seunghun will always be thankful to him. “And these two girls... Oh, let’s stop reading here.”

“Aren’t you like half dating one of them?”

“Shut up. She dropped, there’s only her friend in the club, I forgot to remove her name.” Byounggon decided not to comment anything else. After all, he seemed a bit down when talking about his girlfriend’s relationship with her friend. Byounggon didn’t know what happened, but he doesn’t know if he wants to know.

“Anyways, let’s keep this tomorrow okay? I think you have a class to plan and I have some things to do.”

“Okay friend.” Seunghun stood up from his bed, where he was sitting, and guided Byounggon to the front door to say goodbye properly, as he always did. Byounggon smiled at his friend and made his way to his apartment slowly.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s glad he has an apartment for his own. He won’t be able to become a real artist if he isn’t 100% focused on his music, and he doesn’t want to bother anyone with it, as well as he doesn’t want to be annoyed in that process. When he’s on his creative phase, he’s super energetic, but nobody is able to see it since he locks himself until he creates the song that matches his idea. After that, everything is happiness. However, when he’s going through a drought, is better not to talk to him until his mood is a bit better.

That’s probably another reason why he lives alone.

“Come on, Bx, you have this.” He tells himself. Right now he wishes he could write something, but with all the subjects to study, all the projects he has to create for class, and the fact that he is worried about Seunghun, he can’t really focus, and, as written before, he’s a bit unbearable.

He opens the door that guides to the balcony and he sits there on a chair while holding his guitar. He begins to play something, maybe that way, with the cold air of winter caressing him and with nobody to listen to him at sight, he can focus better. He tries, again, and again, and again, but fails to find something to inspire him to create a good track for his teacher. He begins to create a melody he likes but stops suddenly when something doesn’t match.

“Why did you stop?” He turns around to the sound of a very well known voice for him. He finds you sitting on a chair while having a cup of hot chocolate and your laptop in front of you. “I liked it.”

“I didn’t, that’s the problem.” He answers you.

Being honest, in spite of becoming unbearable when he has no inspiration, he wouldn’t talk to their neighbors like that, but he knows you well enough to talk to you openly.

“Are you going through another crisis, 301?” You ask the tall boy. He rolls his eyes, but when they meet yours, he knows he can’t lie to you.

“I am, I can’t really focus on my school projects because I have no inspiration and then I don’t know how to help my friend with the club I told you the other day.”

You listen to him carefully, as you use to. This is how your dynamic works: you could be freezing out there in the balcony, or melting under the hot summer sun, but you have created a bait to talk about your life and give each other a piece of advice when needed.

Funny when you don’t even know each other’s names, you just name each other after the apartment you live in.

“What’s wrong with the club? It isn’t working?”

“It’s going better than expected, Seunghun is happy already, but I know he wants more, and I want to help.”

“301, I’m going to give you my honest opinion, as I have always done.” You say. Byounggon begins to draw simple figures on a piece of paper to avoid looking into your eyes. “I think that you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Focus on what’s important now, because I see you’re already pretty overwhelmed with all the assignments you have to do. Talk to your friend and try to find a way to promote the club! As a marketing student, I can give you an example of flyers to hang around or to spread but just do me a favor and don’t try to carry all the weight of the situation, okay?”

He thanks God he’s looking down because he can feel his cheeks burning up. That’s your effect, he always thinks his heart is about to explode every time he talks to you as you’re always making sure he’s fine and giving him the best pieces of advice ever. He does the same to you, yes, that’s what friends are about, but he doesn’t think about you as just friends.

“Once again you’re right, 303, I’ll try to listen to you, thank you.” You smile and look at the time.

“No problem 301, I’ll bring them tomorrow if you want to.” You focus on your laptop again and sigh, that’s when he knows you’ll be complaining. “I have to finish this for tomorrow but this is so long 301. I went outside to talk to you and get some fresh air, but I’m afraid this will take longer than I expected.” You shiver when you finish and hug yourself.

“Are you cold?’“ He asks.

“A bit, but my roommate has all the blankets because I told her I didn’t want them.” You shake your head, thinking how dumb were you when you let her take all of them.

“Take my hoodie.” He suddenly says. “I’m not really cold, you can take it for tonight if you want to.” At first, you didn’t want to take the poor boy’s hoodie because he would freeze, but he is a very persistent person, so you end up wrapped around his hoodie and smelling his cologne.

You will mark this night on your calendar because you don’t know how you’ve ended up sleeping with his hoodie on.

“Seunghun I’m cold.” The brown-haired boy tells his friend when they get into the giant room where they plan everything about their club.

“Why didn’t you bring a hoodie? It's literally February, are you dumb?”

“I forgot I washed all my hoodies at the same time, and I lent 303 the only hoodie that isn’t wet.”

“You lent your crush your hoodie?”

“I did.” Seunghun smiles at how Byounggon didn’t even try to deny the fact that you’re his crush. “Oh god, Seunghun I really lent them my hoodie!”

“Congratulations on realizing mate.” He teases his friend, knowing how embarrassed he is. “You’re a step closer, now all you have to do is to ask their name!”

“I will, someday.”

Seunghun shakes his head in disapproval.

“Make up an excuse and talk to them! Don’t be a coward!”

Byounggon rolls his eyes, but he knows his friend is right.

“They said they were going to help me with the promotion of the club and was going to give me some flyers to spread and stuff.”

“They’re so nice!” Seunghun has stars in his eyes. “Haven’t they helped us already giving you some ideas?”

“They have.” You were the one who helped to design the sign and also spread it around your university too, that’s how close you are to Byounggon.

“Of only you confessed Bex, if only you confessed.” Seunghun has the theory that you like him too, but Byounggon thinks he is completely wrong. You would have thrown a sign already, right?

“Nothing will happen if I confess. We have a special neighbors relationship, I’ve been the fool that caught feelings here, they have nothing to do.” Seunghun rolls his eyes, but decides not to mention the topic again, he knows his friend doesn’t like to talk about it.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. By the way, are you coming to Chan’s party?”

“I haven’t been told about any party.”

“Yes, it’s in two days, Friday night, Woong said it last night on our group chat.” Byounggon curses at himself for being so distracted, he should talk more on their group chat.

“I’m not sure, I'll tell you later."

He saw it clear Thursday night when he got home. He began working on songs and lyrics that didn’t satisfy them as much as he would like to. Besides, you said you were going to show up, but you didn’t appear that night.

“What a shame.” He thought to himself. “I really wanted to talk to them today.” It’s the main disadvantage of not being completely close.

To: Pompompurin

So, party tonigh?

He sent the message to his friend before going to the university and his answer didn’t take long to come.

Pompompurin(4)

I can’t believe we’re going to a party.

FinaLLY.

I was feeling bored already.

Hyunsuk will be there too!

He sighs, Hyunsuk is also one of his best friends, but he’s not the right person to party with right now, he knows it the moment his friend offers him a cup with more alcohol than soda to equilibrate it.

“What are you drinking, Hyunsuk?” He asks his friend right when he comes into the party as he takes the cup from him so that he doesn’t drink much more. He has heard from Seunghun that he’s having some difficulties in his relationship and apparently the only thing he does now is going to parties.

“S fine friend.” Hyunsuk answers as he slur words.

He ends up drinking two more cups to prevent his friend from drinking that much, but he forgets that his tolerance to alcohol isn’t as good as Seunghun’s or Woong’s, so we can say he’s not drunk, but maybe a bit tipsy.

“I’m bored.” He tells Seunghun. “I don’t want to drink more from Hyunsuk’s cups, he’ll end up making a cocktail out of the water inside the vases.”

Seunghun laughs.

“Wait here, I’ll go pick up my coat and we’ll leave in a few minutes, okay?” But Seunghun shouldn’t have trusted a tipsy, bored Byounggon. He’s never an irresponsible person, but he becomes one when he’s in that state.

Byounggon ignores Seunghun’s calls, who thought he was still inside the party and was looking for him like crazy. On his way home, he thought of something he could do now that he could blame it on the alcohol, so instead of opening his door to come into his lonely apartment, he knocked at your door.

“301? What are you doing here?” You ask sleepily.

“Hi 303, I thought I’ll see you yesterday.” He says casually.

“Are you drunk?”

“Just tipsy.” You have only seen your neighbor drunk once, and the only difference was the strong scent of alcohol and that he was more flirty than usual. You know it’s bad to listen to drunk people, but when that night he opened his front door for you to come into his apartment and literally begged you to put him to sleep as he explained to you his life detail by detail, you could feel your heart warming up.

You know everything about Byounggon, but he forgot you know the following morning. You guess he thought it was his friend Seunghun and that’s why he asked no questions.

“Just tipsy? Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing mee.” He complains and laughs it off. “No, seriously, I’m perfectly fine, just more confident than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you want to come in?” You don’t know why you’ve asked him that, the boy you are absolutely crazy for? Half drunk? At your house? Without your roommate to be seen? Dangerous.

“I actually do. Someone told me they were going to show me some flyers, but didn’t appear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I missed you. I have been so worn out, I needed your light.” You feel your heart sinking and you have to remind yourself that he’s drunk.

“Okay, let me show you the flyers.” You do what you’re the best at, running away to calm your stupid heart down. You come back with a huge variety of flyers with colors and shapes and take a seat on the couch. He decides to follow your example, but he’s closer than you expected

He looks at the flyers amazed and you begin to rant about this one and that one and their stories behind. At some point, his eyes are not on the pieces of paper anymore, and they’re completely focused on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask him when you realize.

He shakes his head.

“You’re just very cute, 303.”

“Oh shut up.” You try to ignore his compliments, knowing he has a flirty personality when drunk.

“You are cute, but I’m tired of this.” Your heart stops.

“You’re drunk 301, let’s talk when you’re sober, okay?”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk, just braver than usual. That’s why I finally have the guts to say that I have like a huge crush on you.” You are completely shocked to say the least. Did you hear it right?

“Like a huge crush on me?” It is all that you can say.

“Okay, actually I really like you but it’s weird I mean, I don’t even know your name.” The fact that the Byounggon you use to know becomes a little child when he’s nervous and with alcohol in his system hits you when you realize he’s both, nervous and drunk, at this moment.

And, as you are nervous too, the only thing you can do is laugh it off.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouts. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk to say this, I should have guessed that you weren't going to take me seriously.”

“You drank so you could confess?”

“At first that wasn’t my purpose but let’s say it ended up like that, yes.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know, let’s not bring me down even more, okay?” You then realize that this is the moment, you must say what you feel now.

“Does the fact that I love you back makes you feel a bit better?” You ask the question smoothly, almost as if it wasn’t something that concerned you, but the truth is you were even more nervous than him.

Everything fades away when he smiles widely, happily. Your heart skips a beat, he’s defenitely the closest person to perfection in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll let you kiss me tomorrow, if you remember everything that has happened this night.”

“How can I let you know? Do you want me to kiss you right when I see you tomorrow?” The way he says it makes you blush, how can he take it like that when you still haven’t recovered?

“Please no! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Then what?”

“Call me by my name.”

“And what’s your name?” He asks, approaching you dangerously.

“Y/n.”

“Sounds nice.” He’s still getting closer and closer, but you don’t feel the need to move away. “You’ll always be my 303, though.”

You may or may not have finally kissed more than once that night.