THE UNKNOWN STALKER [KTH FF]

Fractured desires: the dual struggle

With each box I unpacked, I realized I was building a new life for myself, a life I deserved, away from the darkness of Taehyung's world he had kept hidden from me. While memories of our past lingered, I was resolute in my decision to carve my path and not let the pain define me.

In this new apartment, I would heal, grow, and chase my dreams without any constraints. With each passing day, I knew I would become stronger, just like the woman I aspired to be. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but I was ready to face it head-on, holding onto the hope of a brighter future.

After a few hours-

I took a deep breath, clutching the cakes and cookies I had bought as welcome gifts for my new neighbor. With a nervous excitement, I pressed the doorbell and waited. The door swung open, revealing a sight that momentarily stole my words. A man stood before me, his upper body half exposed, a striking vision of masculine allure. His well-toned abdomen seemed sculpted by the hands of an artist, each muscle defined with exquisite precision. The soft glow of his skin hinted at a life well-lived, and his dark brown eyes gleamed with sincerity.

In that moment, I couldn't help but notice the intricate artwork that adorned his left arm, a tapestry of tattoos that told a story only he knew. They covered his arm, creeping down to his wrist, a testament to his unique character and experiences. His height, an impressive 5'10", gave him a commanding presence, and his fair complexion held an air of elegance that contrasted beautifully with his casual self.

He stood there, tilting his head, his eyebrow raised in a quizzical manner. I cleared my throat and managed to stammer, "Hi, I'm your new neighbor Lee y/n. I just moved in today, and I wanted to... um, welcome you to the floor."

He blinked, seemingly taken aback, before a warm smile tugged at his lips. "Well, that's a warm welcome. Thanks," he replied, accepting the gifts. "I'm Hoseok, by the way. Nice to meet you."

I returned his smile, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you too."

Just as I was about to make a polite exit, he asked, "You staying alone?"

I nodded, and he continued, "Mind if I give you a helping hand? Moving can be a mess, I understand. Only if you don't mind, of course."

I chuckled at his offer, feeling a little mischievous. "Sure, you can help. But how about you come in... with a shirt on?"

Hoseok laughed, a warm sound that eased the tension. "Fair enough. Let me grab a shirt."

A few moments later, he stood at my doorway, wearing a loose half-sleeve shirt. He stepped inside, glancing around my apartment that was still in disarray.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the mess," he remarked, his tone teasing.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Hey, I've done a lot in the bedroom. You're just seeing the living room and kitchen."

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, fair point. Let's start with the kitchen then. You at least deserve a place to make some food."

We worked together, unpacking boxes, organizing cabinets, and setting up the kitchen. Hoseok's presence made the task feel lighter, and his cooking skills were a bonus. As we put things in place, he looked around and raised an eyebrow asking me once again. "When did you shift? It looks like you haven't touched a single cardboard box and even after doing so much into the kitchen it feels like we're still left with a lot!"

I huffed, defending myself, "Hey, I did a lot in the bedroom. And for a single girl, that's already a major accomplishment."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, now you have some man force to help you out. Let's end here so you can at least have some decent meals."