Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were neighbors for years, but never got along. Whenever Jimin practiced for his job at the Philadelphia Orchestra, Jungkook just so happened to practice music of his own. However, his music wasn't as easy to tune out as...
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Jimin's eye twitches as he restarts his Chopin piece for what feels like the millionth time this afternoon. The flute is only so loud and there's no way it can compete with the loud timbre of his across-the-hall neighbor's electric guitar and harsh vocals.
Go!
Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm Catastrophic, not again I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene Catch me upon all your sordid little insurrections I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle
The silver-haired male sets his instrument gently on the bed of his practice room-guest room hybrid, pulling his hair as his younger neighbor practices his band's cover of "Before I Forget" by Slipknot.
Fray the strings Throw the shapes Hold your breath And listen
I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that
Jimin pounds on his neighbor's door, his black, perfectly polished dress shoe tapping on the beige carpeted hallway. His face is set into a deadset scowl, his long-sleeved, white dress shirt rolled up just above his elbows as his ringed fingers tap on his black slacks-clad hips. He looks like a man on a mission, a mission to shut his neighbor up.
His right eye twitches and he pushes up his glasses with his left middle finger before rapping his knuckles against the dark brown door yet again.
I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that
I'm ripped across the ditch, and settled in the dirt and I'm I wear you like a stitch, yet I'm the one who's hurt Pay attention to your twisted little indiscretions I've got no right to win, I'm just caught up all the battles
The older neighbor pinches the bridge of his nose, right leg bouncing incessantly as he tries to calm his festering fury. His veins are visible to passersby as he crosses his arms and cocks his head to the side, swallowing down any and all profanities that come to mind.
A group of kids pass the silver-haired male and he waits until no one is around until he kicks the door violently, pounding non stop until his rowdy neighbor finally opens the door.
Jeon Jungkook looks down on his elder, his left hand cradling the neck of his Fender and his right arm props him up against the doorframe, elbow situated on the frame and hand buried in his sweaty, curly hair. The brunet locks with pink highlights throughout drip the salty liquid down his forehead and down the sides of his angular face as he quirks his right eyebrow at the appearance of his stuck-up neighbor.
"Is there a problem, Mochi?" Jungkook drawls teasingly, knowing how much the flutist hates being referred to by the nickname.
"Don't. Call. Me. That," Jimin snaps. "And yes, I have a problem. I have important tryouts for the Philadelphia Orchestra and I can't hear myself over your screaming and wailing!"
Jungkook smirks. "Okay, Flutey-Booty, I understand. You can't hear yourself blowing."
Jimin holds back the urge to hit the brunet. "Mr. Jeon, if you could be so kind as to—"
"Oh, Mr. Jeon." Jungkook pushes himself off the door frame, now standing completely straight. "Why so formal, Mochi? We've been neighbors for almost two years now. But continue, I like the way it sounds coming off your tongue."
"Okay, now look here, you little shit. Just let me have this one day, okay? I can't fail this, Mr. Jeon! It's my livelihood! If I don't get this, I won't be able to eat. I need to keep my job."
Jungkook blinks slowly. "I'll give you three hours."
"What?"
"The time starts now." Jungkook looks at his phone. "12:11 pm. Better hurry before you waste your time complaining, Mochi."
The brunet slams the door shut and Jimin scoffs, turning on his heels to head to his own apartment.
"I can't wait for the day I no longer have to live next to that asshole."
Author's Note: Oml. Why is Jikook so cute in this story?
Also, why is "Not Today" era JK so underrated? His hair is so pretty. Oml. Also, idk why Jimin's full lips positioning to play the flute is so hot, but 🥵🥵🥵.
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