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Note: I'm reposting this story, but please keep in mind that it is still unedited and was written around five years ago or so. The cringe will be so horrible, and there may be nuances in here that might be offensive to some, so please accept my apologies in advance. When I get some free time, I'll try to check in on them and see what I can do. 

Chaeyoung's POV

"Aha...of course, my baby doesn't have chiseled abs but it still looks fucking hot to me," I whispered as I run my tongue over my lower lip, my hands skillfully moving my mini telescope so I can clearly watch how my baby rocked his body dancing to what seemed like a boyband singing something with the lyrics that says Mic drop. Or was it Mic tap?

Every day, at three pm, my neighbor would open his curtain and bang his body over some music dancing gracefully with some beautiful dance steps, and with every fucking hip thrust he makes me wanna coke on my saliva and I wasn't even kidding.

Why does he have to dance topless every time?

Thankfully, my room is situated just right across his, with a decent distance between each house, I am very much privileged to watch his every move, every time I want. Plus, it's not like he was closing his drapes anyways.

Fortunately, the half-side of his room is covered with clear fiberglass, and his curtains are draped on the side giving me a full view of his so messy room.

I was so engrossed in watching my baby grinding I was startled when I heard the banging on my door.

"Kiddo!!! Park Chaeyoung! Open up!" I heard my brother calling me while he continuously knocks on my door.

In a swift, I pulled my curtain covering my window, the beautiful view I was enjoying myself with now nowhere to be seen, the mini telescope I was using now safely hidden behind my desk.

Sometimes, I hate that I have a very annoying brother.

After removing my ponytail, I quickly messed up my hair and grab my thick blanket before covering my head with it as it loosely fell on my body.

With a long sigh, I sloppily headed to the door, my slippers getting dragged by my lazy feet. With no energy, I lazily removed the double lock on my door and deadpanned stared at my not-so-older brother.

"What.do.you.need?" I said in between gritted teeth. My brother and I don't really get along very well.

During my fifth grade, the two of us ended up throwing each other some shoes mainly because he took my gaming console without permission.

In middle school, I basically hide from him so he won't make fun of me with his friends. Even though he doesn't really bully me at school, the fact that he teases me every single time makes me wanna throw all of my books straight at his face.

During high school, you know when your brother is some cool and famous guy in school? You're supposed to have a lot of friends and all but in my case, a lot of girls hated me simply because I never accept any letters and gifts that they were giving so I can deliver them to my brother.

The happiness that I felt when he graduated was immeasurable. He was ahead of me for one year.

After I graduated, we moved closer to where my brother was studying. I have no problems with that considering that I don't really make friends with anybody at school. However, my brother and I ended up always having the house to ourselves since our parent normally travels for work.

I was a loner, the girl with braces and the literal definition of a nerd. But I'm not like those in movies wearing pigtails and glasses. Well, I guess leaving my hair messy counts as being ordinary.

Before I started uni, I got my braces removed. But I was still that same dull, plain, and ordinary girl from high school who normally walked with my face glued to the ground.

But unlike before, my older brother never bothered me. And surprisingly, he doesn't call me names every time he sees me at the university. So thankfully, my uni life isn't as bad as I dreaded it would be.

I was caught off-guard when I felt his hands feeling my forehead, his brows furrowed as his eyes locked on mine. For some reason, he looked really worried.

"Your professor called me at the office because you had been absent for two days and you never called. Are you sick?" he asked and my brows furrowed even more.

"Why do you look like you care?" I deadpanned answered. I was actually not feeling well since yesterday so I decided to skip my classes but I've been drinking medicine so my fever toned down a bit. But I'm also not surprised that my professor was curious about why I did not attend my classes. I am never one to skip classes and I've got good grades.

That's the point though, I've got too many good grades that I will be fine even if I skip classes for a few days. We don't have our major classes scheduled for this week anyway.

But of course, no fever would stop me from checking out my dream guy slash neighbor, Kim Taehyung. Checking him out had already been a habit of mine ever since his family moved in next to our house a year ago.

Too bad, I haven't had a chance to talk to him ever since. With my looks and with the little confidence that I have, I doubt he would notice me.

A groan escaped my brother's lips and I wanted to laugh at his expression.

C'mon, get mad at me. I can actually see it coming.

But to my surprise, a long sigh escaped his lips before messing my hair.

"You don't feel hot so I'm guessing you're no longer sick. There's food in the kitchen. if you need anything or you're hurt somewhere, call me. Unless you actually deleted my number on your phone then call Jungkook instead. I'll be staying with the boys for practice," he mumbled before turning his back on me and heading downstairs.

Wait, what just happened?

Did my brother actually show that he cared for me?

What does he mean by calling Jungkook in case I need something?

I scoffed. Jungkook is actually my classmate and the only guy and basically person I talk with outside of school. Yeah, you can call him my closest friend though I hated the fact that he was one of my brother's best friends.

Still feeling shocked about my brother's weird behavior, I stepped back and closed my door, locking it again to ensure my privacy.

Did my professor say something for him to act toward me that way?

Or did he actually eat something spoiled or what?

Shaking my head, I threw my blanket back on my bed still confused about how my brother suddenly acted.

And then I heard my brother's voice from outside of my window, curious as to whom he was talking with, I take a sneak and saw that he and Taehyung were laughing with each other,

Soon enough, both of them got inside Taehyung's car and left, probably heading toward where their other friends were.

Of course, my brother Jimin is best friends with my dream guy, Kim Taehyung. And not only him but there are actually seven of them, seven grown-up and good-looking men who were part of our school's performance art club.

I mean, it was exclusive and was carefully handpicked. You have to audition before you can be taken since they represent our school in competitions and all. However, not a lot of people try to audition since most of them are getting intimidated by the boy's looks and talents. Not to mention, most of them also excel academically.

Yeah, they are one of those ones who were gifted with too much of everything.

"He just has to drag my baby with him," I whispered to myself. In low spirits, I headed straight to my study table and grab my sketch pad along with my pencil.

A huge smile escaped on my lips as I started tracing my pencil on the canvass before me.

"That's right, at least I had a good glimpse of my baby before my stupid brother disturbed me," I giggled before continuing my unfinished sketch of him from last night.

At least on my sketches, I can pretend that he's all mine.