Kongpob's
It takes me 3 nights, yes 3 night, I was patient, before I blow up. I have begged my parents even more and promised them my soul but they didn't take me back.
And I had enough.
I have given them — Aim insists that I remain neutral with their gender but I'm still convinced it's a teenage girl suffering from a heartbreak considering it's Taylor Swift she's playing in the middle of the night — enough benefit of the doubts and I won't be doing it now.
Whatever their personal problems are against their ex, they need not need to pull me right into it and torture me with Taylor Swift's heartbreaking songs. I need a peace of my own.
I have been so kind but all of that now is gone replaced by a goal to avenge.
I have to review for my exam and whoever that person behind that door, I'll make sure I'll be giving them a piece of my mind.
Right now.
I'm standing outside their door and just waiting for them to play a song when I hear a familiar song.
Shit. There they go again.
I'm still shocked that I'm the only one annoyed by them, by now, I'm expecting there will be 1000 signatures campaign roaming around to kick this person off this place. But nothing.
Am I just insensitive?
But still, enough is enough.
I knock on the door and it opens almost immediately like the person behind it is also expecting me.
Taylor Swift's voice welcomes me.
Nice to meet you, where you been?
Hell.
"Hey-" I stop talking because whoever is in front of me is not what I expected, it's not a crying teenage girl because her ex broke up with her but rather, a h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ guy my age raising his eyebrow at me like I was the one bothering him. The audacity of this really nasty person. Astounding. Bold. I ignore how perfect his eyebrow looks like.
"Hey, what can I do for you?"
He's the one asking me?! I want to strangle him.
"Can you turn that-"
"Saw you there and I thought. Oh my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love’s a game, want to playyyy-sorry what was that? That's a good part and it just fits you with here."
Fuck my life.
I sigh. I control myself but I really really want to punch him. Hard. Rough.
"I said can you turn that down? Your music?"
"I'm sorry I can't hear you."
Well, it might be because your music has already made you deaf.
"I said turn your music down!"
He smiles. It's condescending.
"Oh, so you're the person living beside me? The one wanting to break the wall?"
I probably already broke it.
"I didn't want to break it but yeah I'm the one you're annoying."
"So hey let's be friends-"
"I don't want to be friends-"
He snorts. "It's a lyric to the song you uncultured swine."
Did he just-? Well if he's not an idiot quoting a song while talking to someone I won't assume he's saying it to me. I grit my teeth, I'm this close to punching the living daylights out of him. I can feel the vein in my head about to snap.
I sigh again. By the time I'm done here, I'm sure I will have no air left in me from all the sighing.
"Look, I really don't want to fight with you but can you turn your music down? I'm reviewing for my calculus exam."
"Calculus is so easy, why do you have to review?"
This shit.
"Because I want to. So turn that down before I do."
"I'm reviewing too."
"With that music? You can focus on that loud music on?"
"Yep... You're the king baby I'm your Queen"
I raise my eyebrow at him. What now? That sounds gay. Also, I never want to be a king, it's so hierarchical.
I ignore his craziness.
"But I can't and I really really need to review-"
"Why don't you review tomorrow at the library?"
"I can only review in my room and at night."
"Poor you."
"Yeah poor me so-"
"You can tell me when it's over. If the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex-lovers. They'll tell you I'm insane. 'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game."
Really? What the hell is wrong with him?
"Can you stop singing while I'm talking?"
"Oh no. Screaming, crying, perfect storm-"
"Fuck. Stop that. You're making me crazy just stop really-"
"Oh my God, who is she?"
Okay who now? Can he see someone behind me? I look at the hallway behind me but it's deserted. Is it a ghost?
"What? Who? Who are you talking about?"
"Wait wait stop talking this part's my favorite- 'Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
Yeah. You are my nightmare.
But in all fairness, he really has a b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ very very annoying voice.
He looks at me with sultry eyes while singing that line. I don't know what he's trying to achieve. I roll my eyes.
"What the fuck did you just do?"
"I sang, you fool."
"More like reciting a poem for me."
"You're just jealous because I have a golden voice."
Narcissistic.
"Right. I'll be direct here. Turn the fuck your music down because I really want to ace my exam and no obnoxious person like you can stand in my way."
"I want to ace mine too. You know what- just leave this place and move somewhere because I'm here before you."
"If I could, I would have done that the moment I heard Welcome To New York blasting from your apartment but I didn't, right? Because the landlady said I have to pay for a shitload of money to transfer and move to another room here that is not beside you."
"Not my problem then that you're a broke student."
"It is. It's your fault that I can't concentrate because of your shits. You're annoying not just me but everyone."
He looks at the deserted hallway beside me and smirks at me. "Everyone? Then where is the annoyed everyone? I can only see you here, shouting at me."
My question also.
"I don't know but please, I'm begging you, can you like at least, lower it down?"
"I said no already, right?"
"Why are you so annoying?"
"I can also ask the same thing to you. You're the one here disturbing my solitude and spouting shits to me. So, get lost."
Solitude? He really said solitude. Ha.
"I fucking hate you."
"That's my goal and goal achieved."
He's about to close his door but before I could open it wider to feast my eyes on, he covers his entire room for me to see, his secret probably.
"What are you hiding there?"
He glares and frowns at me. "No. Nothing."
Okay just my theory, what if he's a murderer and he's blasting that godawful noise so I wouldn't hear the pleads of the help of his victims. I stay far away from him, who knows what this psychopath might do to me.
"Really?"
He smiles again. "Not your story to learn."
So there IS a story behind this and I'm not Kongpob if I'm not curious. I'll have to know it.
"So does this mean you're not going to lower your music down and I'm gonna have to suffer all throughout the night?"
"Yes."
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
"Even if I promise you my life?"
"Yes."
"But-"
"I've got a blank space baby. And I'll write your name. Bye asshole."
"Wait-"
Too late. He slams the door in front of me and locks it.
Now, where will I go from here? He's hopeless. I'm hopeless. My situation is hopeless.
What's better than a soul to offer for my parents? Because I'm all ready to do it.
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