Next Door |•YEONGYU/BEOMJUN•|

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"Beomgyu, dear, can you please go and give these cakes I made to our new neighbors!" Beomgyu's mother yelled out.

"Coming!" Beomgyu said, rushing down the stairs. He enters the kitchen and takes the basket from his mother's hands.

"Be sure to be nice, okay? And don't forget to tell them theirs peanuts in it, in case they have allergies," His mother said gently, rubbing a hand over his head.

"Eomma, I'm not a kid anymore. I know what to do," Beomgyu said with a joking frown.

"I know, dear. It's just that you guys grow up so quickly." His mother paused before speaking again. "Now go before they get cold!" she said, pushing him out of the kitchen.

Beomgyu walks out of the kitchen and stops momentarily at the door to put on his slippers and says, "Bye, Ma. love you!" 

He walks out the door and walks to the apartment next door. He raises his hand to knock before pausing. Wait, what did mom tell me to ask them? 

He internally scolds himself for being such an idiot and eventually knocks. A woman opens the door, and he puts on a bright smile.

"Hello! I live next door," he points backward to his home. "My mom has made some cakes for you guys. It has meat in it in case you guys have some allergies," he smiled.

The woman liked the young boy's bright energy. She smiled and said, "Oh, we don't have allergies to meat, but" she pressed her lips together. "Didn't you tell them they are cakes?" she smiles, taking the box from the boy.

Beomgyu laughs nervously and corrects himself, "My bad, I meant there are peanuts in it." he smiles.

"I also have prepared something for your family, and I was just sending my son to, but it's a good thing you're here," she said. She turns her head around and calls out, "Yeonjun dear, can you please bring the plate of fruits from the fridge?"

She turns her attention back to Beomgyu and says, "Come inside. It's probably a bit chilly there."

Beomgyu walked into the house and was amused to see the luxurious interior. His family was financially doing well, but he couldn't help but stare at the furniture and designs.

"I like the blonde strings in your hair. It makes your facial features stand out," she said, running a hand through his hair.

Beomgyu was a bit surprised to hear the compliment. Normally, people didn't like the idea of youngsters dying their hair. "Thank you," he said with a smile.

"You're probably into some dancing or banding type, aren't you?" she says.

"Huh? How would you know?" Beomgyu replied, a bit shaken.

"Well, kids are kind of like this these days," she said as her son walked in. He was about his height and had facial structures, which were hard to tell in words. All he could think was he had lips that curved into a smile in the corners.

"Well, this is my son, Yeonjun. I hope you two would get along," she said. "Yeonjun, this is Beomgyu, our neighbour."

He waved his hand slightly at him with a smile. He didn't return it.

"Can you familiarize him with the area since we are new here?" she said. "Of course,"
Beomgyu replied.

Yeonjun looked at Beomyu with clear disagreement in his eyes. Beomgyu felt a bit intimidated by the sudden coldness of his gaze.

Beomgyu ignored the sudden feeling and nodded gently at Yeonjun's mom as he smiled his way out. "If you need anything, feel free to ask us anytime," he said before gently shutting the door.

He slipped on his shoes and swiftly went and opened the door to his apartment. "Beomgyu-ah! You're teacher is here," his mom said from her bedroom. "I'm going, Eomma," he replied.

Beomgyu had no interest in studying numbers, invisible substances that create reactions and produce heat, how fast an object will fall and crash your skull, or how animals and plants are classified. They just didn't hit the spot for him. He gave a small sigh and went to his room, where he greeted his teacher with as much enthusiasm as a rock getting hit by the tide on a beach.