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“Hey, Neighbor.”

A/N: Hey guys! I am back and with a different kinda story?? I decided to write for Beomgyu of TXT! Honestly, ever since these boys were announced I've been obsessed with their music and I’m so happy to see them get the recognition they deserve for how hard they work. I’m sorry it’s not a BTS fic, I know I have been promising a Jungkook one, but I've been having a writer's block and the amount of time I put into it I don't want to write something half-assed just to finish it! Hope you guys understand and depending on how this goes there might be more TXT content for you guys! Thank you guys for all the likes and reposts, it honestly makes me so so incredibly happy and motivated and it really makes me so happy!

WARNINGS: light angst? (Not really I mean it seems like it will turn that way but good ending!)

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In the quiet district of Buk-gu if you listen closely you can hear the plucks of a guitar’s strings in the late night. If you listen even deeper, a sweet melodic voice will fill your ears and lull you to sleep. Fortunately, Y/N Y/L/N is able to hear these sounds every night. It started when she was younger, albeit the guitar was much more scratchy and off beat and the voice was more squeaky but, as time passed the boy on the other side of the wall only improved. Some nights she was lucky enough to hear him from the balcony of their apartments and as time passed so did Y/N’s love for the voice that always seemed to drift her off to sleep. Strangely, despite being neighbors, she's only seen the boy a handful of times and only for a short minute, usually when he was returning or exiting his apartment. There was one time where he held the elevator for you and the entire seven floors up you had butterflies in your stomach. You tried to memorize every part of him you could without looking too closely. He was tall and slender, his dark hair contrasted against his light beige skin. The more of him you took in the more stuffy and small the elevator seemed to get. And as soon as the ping of the elevator sounded you were nodding your head and rushing to your apartment door without a second glance at the boy.

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This month has been hell, with final exams and graduation quickly approaching you were struggling to retain as much information as you could. You had worked your ass off these four years trying your hardest to get into a good university in Seoul. As much as you loved Daegu, you craved the bustling streets and busy people. As you sit at your desk re-reading the same sentence for the tenth time now your eyes wander to the balcony window. Checking the time the red lights flash 1:00 A.M. You wondered if the boy next store was studying as well. Did he have exams too? Maybe he has already graduated? He didn’t look much older than you but, not once have you seen his face in your school. The more you think about him the more your mind stirs and you force yourself back to reality and the boring textbook in front of you. As you read the question again, frustration fills your body, your mind could read the question but it skipped over processing it. With a sigh you push yourself off your chair and make your way to the balcony for some fresh air. The night air has a nip to it and you settle yourself on the wooden chair facing the empty streets. It's so quiet all you can hear is the sound of the wind blowing past your ears as if they were telling you little secrets. As a single car passes down the road you close your eyes imagining what it was like now in Seoul. It must be early for them. Taxis are likely passing through the roads trying to get happy people home after a night of going out. It must not feel this lonely as you did now. Looking at your phone you check the time: 1:30 A.M.

Deciding to grab your textbook and notebook you hoped to get at least an hour of studying in before sleeping. You settled on continuing on the balcony letting the cold air be a natural energizer. After a couple minutes of you switching between scrolling through your phone and trying to read the pages in front of you, the sound of a sliding door makes you raise your head. There he was; dressed in a basic white shirt and dark sweats with a sleek acoustic guitar in his hand. His hair is disheveled and you can see the way his body is begging for sleep, he doesn’t even notice you at first until a gush of wind has your papers rattling. His eyes grow big as he looks at you, he takes a moment to look over the sight in front of him. Your hair is tied loosely and you wear a sweater and baggy shorts, he can’t help but blush at how beautiful you look. To him, the light of the moon has you glowing more than usual and he has to remember to keep breathing. His eyes look at the textbook and notebook in front of you and he feels guilty for interrupting your studying. He turns around to head back to his room deciding to be considerate and practice his music inside to not disturb you. As soon as he opens the door your voice rings out.

“Oh, I don't mind.” You smile at the tired boy. “The sound actually helps me focus.”

He smiles back shutting the door and makes his way to the wicker chair. He tries to hide his giddiness as he realizes this is the first time he's heard your voice so clearly. As soon as he sits down he takes a quick glance at your eager figure before strumming the chords of a new song he had been practicing.

I’m lying on the moon,

My dear, i'll be there soon

It’s a quiet and starry place

Time’s we’re swallowed up

In space, we’re here a million miles away.

You stare in awe at the smoothness of his voice, even after all these years of hearing it you had never been this close to him. Your body relaxes to the sounds and you continue to write your notes, all the stress seems to leave your body and you can't help the small smile that rests on your lips. Through the night the boy next door plays song after song for hours. As you write the last page of your notes you stretch and let out a yawn before intensely watching the boy finish the song he was currently playing. As he strums the last chord he looks up to your sleepy face with a trace of a smile. For a moment you two stare at each other to the sound of silence before you shyly look down and pack your things. You collect your books and the sound of your feet patter against the floor.

“Goodnight.” You smile before slipping yourself back into your room.

Beomgyu smiles and watches as the lights to your room flip off and he pushes himself off the chair and lazilly walks back to his room.

“Goodnight.” He whispers.

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For the next couple of weeks this became a late night routine for you two. Beomgyu’s friends teased him for the deep purple bags under his eyes from the many nights of staying up to see you. Your friends were always curious on what had you up so late at night since they caught you sleeping during long lectures and breaks. Soon enough the night before finals came and you spent almost the entire day buried in your notes. Meanwhile, your neighbor was currently panicking trying to bring up the courage to bring you the extra dalgona coffee he “accidently” made. Pacing he was trying to think of how he could actually talk with you before he left for Seoul, his final exams were tomorrow and luckily for him he had a contract for BigHit Entertainment waiting for him meaning that all he had to do was pass the exams rather than do well. He pumps himself up before he grabs the two mugs and makes his way out to the balcony. He isn’t surprised to see you already outside buried in your book, the stress was radiating off your body and your brows were tightly knit.

‘Come on dude, just say hi’ he tells himself. “H-hey.”

Your eyes flutter up, you didn’t even notice the boy come outside. “Hi.”

You can’t help but melt at the sight in front of you, his tall body is wrapped in light brown cardigan and his long legs are covered by fitted black slacks. You smile at the two coffee mugs in his bony hands, you think he looks so precious with his fluffy dark hair.

“I accidentally made too much whip…” he looks anywhere but your face as he sticks out his left hand holding one of the mugs.

You get up reaching over the gap and gently taking the mug trying to ignore the tingling sensation you feel as your skin touches each other.

“Thank you.” You smile before looking at the fluffy coffee and taking a sip. The cold drink seems to cool down your burning insides from all the built up stress you can't help but let out a happy noise.

“Is it good?” Beomgyu smiles.

“Very,” you look up at his figure lending against the rail. “You must make this a lot.”

He nods his head in agreement. “I always drink this before practice, it keeps me energized.”

“What do you play?” You ask curiously.

He laughs a little before taking another sip of his coffee. “I dance and have vocal training.”

You feel satisfied to know more about him and you find yourself craving to know more.

“You must go to an arts school then?”

He nods his head. “What about you, I always see you studying you must be really smart.”

Both of you wanted to know everything about each other, you switch between answering and asking questions enjoying the company.

Curiosity bubbles inside you, not once have you seen your neighbor open a textbook.

“Do you have exams, you must be tired from staying up playing guitar.”

He looks at the ground sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck. You noticed he was always so animated when he spoke making you smile.

“Ah~,” he looks at the cars passing down the road before continuing. “I actually have a contract set up for me after I graduate. I guess I’m so excited about it I've been spending my time practicing for that rather than my actual exams.”

You can’t help but feel excited for him. His energy is beaming when he mentions the contract.

“What company? I bet you got a lot of offers for how talented you are. They better treat you well.” You point a finger at him.

He gets shy from your statement and giggles slightly. “I actually can’t say but, if I debut with this company it will be a dream come true.”

You nod your head understandingly, you knew a bit about the entertainment industry and how strict their contracts could be. You both take a sip of your coffees admiring how twilight was beginning to settle.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.” He beams.

“Of course,” you giggle looking into his eyes. “I’m your biggest fan.”

He can’t deny the way his heart skips a beat at your words and he especially can't hide his now crimson cheeks.

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking about both your hobbies and plans for life. You tell him about your dream to move to Seoul and open your own little business, the entire time he listens attentively. Soon darkness covers the sky and the thought of studying leaves your mind completely.

“I feel bad, I’m distracting you from your studies.” He looks towards you with a guilty smile.

You turn your head from left to right. “No, I really needed this. I was feeling so burned out it's nice to just talk with someone.”

As much as he wants to stay outside with you and continue to talk he knows he should get to studying himself so he can at least pass his tests.

“If you ever need an energy boost, just let me know.”

You take one last look at each other before the two of you break into a smile again.

“Hey, neighbor, fighting!” He laughs with his arms raised in the air.

You laugh along copying his motions watching him look towards you for the final time and slipping into his room.

//////////////////////////// 1 Year Later //////////////////////////////

As you cook dinner the TV plays in the background, an entertainment show dedicated to debuting K-pop groups. You liked to listen and watch enjoying the way the groups happily gave everything they had for their new fans. After hearing your neighbor talk so passionately about performing it made you appreciate the music scene more and the people inside it. The sound of screaming fans catches your attention and you look at the banner flashing at the bottom of the TV.

‘Tomorrow X Together’

You pour the ramen you were cooking into a bowl before settling yourself in front of the TV watching the new group intensely. The music plays through the TV speakers and you bounce to the beat enjoying the uplifting sound. You almost choke when the camera pans to an all too familiar face. His dark hair is now bleached but his face is still the same. You watch the rest of the show with a proud smile. You swear his eyes are sparkling and you can’t help but giggle at the cute dance they do.

As they wrap up their song the introduction portion comes, you eagerly wait for your past neighbor’s turn.

“Hello, Tomorrow by Together, my name is Beomgyu.”

The crowd cheers loudly and your smile grows even bigger.

Beomgyu. After all these years you finally learned his name. You feel a little ridiculous but as the program continues you cheer with the rest of the fans in front of your TV. The butterflies in your stomach attack as you watch Beomgyu perform and speak with loads of passion.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.”

//////////////////////////// 3 Years Later /////////////////////////////

As the winter air kisses your skin you bundle yourself into your coat and scarf. You let out a breath of hot air before walking away from the little cafe and making your way to your apartment. You don’t get far before you hear the quick footsteps of someone close behind. As you turn around you are met face to face with the familiar dark hair and slender face you grew up knowing and studying. His hand is outstretched as if he was about to tap your shoulder and a surprised look coats his features before turning into a content smile.

“Hey, neighbor.”

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