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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and places are purely from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people or situations is purely coincidental.
This story is written in Taglish for a more natural and relatable feel. Some scenes and dialogues may be exaggerated for storytelling purposes.
Please do not repost, translate, or claim this story as your own without permission.
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Mature themes, casual relationships, alcohol unhealthy habits, mild swearing, second hand embarrassing moments, identity struggle, same-gender attraction, attraction to an older character.
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The Boy Next Door
General FictionHe's spent years perfecting the art of pretending. Pretending that the sound of their laughter next door doesn't pull him to the window. Pretending that he doesn't notice every little thing-how they ruffle his hair like he's still a kid, how their v...
