Next Door Neighbors | MYG, JHS

11

The inside interior of his apartment matched his personality. Black couch, black curtains, black carpets, even a wall or two was painted black.

"You can sit on the couch if you want," he said disappearing into his room.

I couldn't help but look around to get used to my new surroundings. Walking into his kitchen letting the tips of my fingers grazed the black marble counter top with little white specks in itself seams, my hand pulled opened a drawer revealing all of his metal silverware neatly organized from spoons to forks to butter knifes to metal chopsticks.

Closing the drawer to face what was behind me, there was two blocks that held several knifes and next to those knifes where a spice rack filled with the necessary essentials of cooking. Looking over from the spice rack, his microwave was mounted under the black wooded cabinets and in the reflection from the microwave there were pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, put in order by size, even the lids had their own little hooks.

Drawing myself from his kitchen to the hallway, there stood paintings mounted to the walls spaced apart from each other telling a story. Allowing the paintings to such me into their wormholes.

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She was just standing there with her face in one of my paintings, admiring each stroke of the bristles on the canvas. She didn't even noticed I was watching her from a distance, walking up to the woman planting my hand on her shoulder made her jump.

"It's not nice to scare people," she commented brushing my  hand off her shoulder, "how long were you standing there?"

"Why are scoping my house like I'm trying to kidnap you?" Countering her question whilst taking my back from out of my face, "you said you wanted to grab coffee."

"I do," she answers, "I was waiting for the sex machine to finish his Cinderella treatment."

My neighbor walked away from our conversation, couldn't help but watch her ass switch whilst she walked to the front door.

"Are you coming or not?" Her tone a little annoyed pulling me from my haze, "I will gladly call jimin."

"You don't need the pipsqueak," words running normally as I walked up to her stance closing the door and locking it behind us, "let a real man take up your day."

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Author note:
Not sure if y'all gonna read all of this but this is a normal chapter and the next will be a little flirtatious.