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What Yoongi likes about his new apartment building, it’s the quietness.
His neighbors aren’t annoying and Yoongi doesn’t really know them—he sees them in passing, greets them politely, good morning or good night, but nothing more than that.
And that’s completely fine; Yoongi likes it that way. That’s the reason he chose this place in the first place.
So it really is surprising when a loud noise comes from the next-door apartment—like something clashing against the wall—and startles him as he’s cutting some vegetables, making him almost chop his finger off.
“Fuck!” he hisses, dropping the knife on the cutting board just as a voice shouts,
“What is wrong with you?!”
Yoongi startles again as something else gets thrown against the wall. He recognizes his neighbor’s voice—usually sweet and soft when greeting Yoongi whenever they come across each other in the lobby or elevator, now hard and high with rage. In the very few times Yoongi’s heard him talk, he’s never hear him sound so angry.
“Jimin-ah, baby—”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare call me baby!”
Now, Yoongi isn’t being nosy, he’s listening just in case things escalate and he needs to intervene somehow—it wouldn’t be the first time he’d intervene between a couple’s fight. He did it once or twice with his former neighbors.
And so, he listens.
“Hey, come on, calm dow—”
There’s a laugh that sounds anything but amused, and the sound of it makes Yoongi shiver. He doesn’t think he’d like to be in the receiving end of such dry laugh.
“Calm down? Calm down? You dare telling me to calm down right now? I just caught you fucking someone else in my fucking bed!”
Yoongi’s jaw drops.
The silence after that is fucking loud.
“What the hell is taking you so fucking long?” his neighbor asks after a long silence, not screaming but voice still loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “And be thankful to whichever god you believe in that I didn’t throw you out naked out of my apartment the moment I found you. Get the fuck out!”
Then, there’s the sound of the front door being slammed closed.
There’s more silence—or maybe his neighbor is talking at a lower volume instead of screaming.
Yoongi goes back to slicing vegetables before putting them on the pan, frowning as he stirs them.
He’s cooking the meat when the voices next-door start rising again a few minutes later.
“Come on, let’s—let’s talk—”
“What’s there to talk about?” his neighbor asks—the nice one, not the cheater—, scoffing. “I caught you fucking someone else in my bed. What are you gonna say to excuse the fact that you put your—”
“Jimin-ah—”
“I want you to go.”
“It—It’s late, I don’t have a place to stay—”
“Why don’t you go to your lover’s then?!”
Silence.
Yoongi grimaces.
He wonders if the person who slammed the door earlier was the ‘lover’ then.
“Just fucking go already!”
“You can’t just throw me out like that! This is my apartment too!”
“Your apartment?! You haven’t given me money for rent in months! This is my place!”
“Jimin—”
“Get the fuck out! I don’t want to hear more from you and your stupid excuses! I found you in my apartment, in my bed, fucking someone else when you were supposed to be on a date with me!”
There’s more arguing, but Yoongi can’t make out what they’re saying since they’re talking in hushed voices, but it’s no long before he hears the front door slamming closed again.
And then, the next-door apartment is silent again.
Yoongi can’t hear anything more coming from there, the sounds of his food getting cooked filling his kitchen.
He lets out a deep breath.
Well, that was horrible.
And if he’s honest, Yoongi feels bad for his neighbor—Jimin seems like a really nice guy. He’s never had more than just a minute long conversation with him but Jimin’s been nice to him ever since he moved just a few months ago. He even brought Yoongi homemade cookies as a welcoming to the building. He can’t say the same for the cheater, though—that guy was not nice at all, at least not to him in the few times they got to cross paths.
(And Jimin is also one of the prettiest men he’s ever met—not that it really matters right now.)
So, in conclusion, the cheater is a fucking idiot for doing that to Jimin.
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Somehow, the earlier events don’t leave his mind—not even as he grabs a plate to put some of the food he cooked.
Yoongi can’t stop thinking about Jimin, about how he’s probably alone right now after finding out his boyfriend cheated on him—in his own apartment and on valentine’s day.
And he can’t stop thinking about it as he sits down on his couch, plate full of hot homemade food on his lap, a new bottle of wine waiting to be opened on the coffee table, the Netflix logo staring intently at him.
He sighs, letting his head drop forward for a moment before sighing again as he places the plate on the table and stands up, walking towards the front door.
Yoongi stands outside of his neighbor’s door for what seems like a very long time. He thinks, if anyone were to see him like this, they’d probably think he’s a creep because he’s just… standing there, staring at the door.
He knocks before he can overthink it. Then, he takes a step back because he’s already regretting it.
The door cracks open just a minute later, just half of Jimin’s face visible. Yoongi can’t really see him properly.
“I told you I don’t—oh. Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin says, surprise clearly laced in his voice, eyes growing a bit wider; he opens the door a little bit more. “Do you need anything?”
“Oh, n-no, no, I just—”
“Is this about what happened earlier?” Jimin makes a face, obviously embarrassed. “I—I’m really sorry about all the noise, I promise it won’t happen again.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen, he shakes his head quickly. “No, that’s not really—” he shakes his head again, this time, to make . “I—Look, I know this might be weird because we don’t really know each other that well but—” he sighs. His neighbor’s eyes are red-rimmed and puffy with a bit of mascara smudged as they look at him. “I couldn’t help but listen to what happened earlier, and I guess I’m kind of worried about you? No one deserves to be alone, especially on valentine’s day, especially not after going through what you went through just now and—well, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I cooked way too much dinner for just myself and you’re welcome in my apartment to have some. If you want to, of course.”
The silence after he finishes his rambling stretches for a minute too long, and Yoongi starts to overthink. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. What if Jimin thinks he’s a creep or something like that? Oh, he’d be mortified.
Just as he’s about to open his mouth again, feeling as warmth creeps up his neck and towards his ears, Jimin speaks.
“Okay,” he says, voice a bit shaky. He sniffles, tiny red nose scrunching up adorably as he does so.
“Oh,” Yoongi says stupidly. “Okay?”
Jimin nods. “Yeah, just, uh—” he looks down, then looks at Yoongi again. “Just let me grab some stuff?”
“Of course, yeah, take your time,” Yoongi nods maybe a bit too quickly. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”
His neighbor smiles at him—it’s barely there, just a soft tilt of the corner of his mouth—before starting to close the door again.
It takes Yoongi an embarrassing amount of time of just looking dumbly at the closed door before he makes his way back to his own apartment, leaving it unlocked just as he said he would.
He stands in the middle of his living room not knowing what to do; he didn’t think this through. He’s just glad he did a deep cleaning just a couple days ago, otherwise he’d be embarrassed for inviting his neighbor over if his home were a mess.
Shaking his head, he walks towards the kitchen and starts plating some food for Jimin; he doesn’t know what kind of food he likes, but hopefully, Jimin won’t hate it.
Actually, Jimin doesn’t even have to eat any of his food; Yoongi just doesn’t want him to be alone tonight.