《 baekhyun's - room 204

@ahn jaehyun. () im sorry if this is a bit short. i tried doing this on mobile oopsies-

Baekhyun rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing headache coming on as he waited for the door to open. The music was ringing in his ears and he felt the vibrations run through his body. Waiting felt like eternity; he tapped his foot in annoyance, holding his anger in whilst plotting ways to quite possibly ruin this guy's life as revenge. Maybe he could ding-dong-ditch him for a whole month. Maybe he could blast his own club music at three in the morning to bother and piss him off. Maybe he-

His thoughts were abruptly cut off, however, when he hears the door unlock and a half- man appears right in front of him. Sharp and chiseled features, broad shoulders, chocolate abs - he was quite handsome, Baekhyun admitted, but was far too tired to have time to drool over him, and the "innocent" look plastered on his face made Baekhyun even more furious than he already was.

Baekhyun glanced down at his legs as the latter pointed out his thighs. A tint of red spread on his cheeks as he realized he was revealing a bit too much skin. "Listen here mister 308," he quickly snapped, slyly trying to cover himself by tugging his shirt down, "First of all, the name's Byun Baekhyun. Second of all, there are some people here - such as myself - trying to sleep. Would it kill you to just turn it down a notch? It's three in the morning, dude!"

@byun baekhyun. It didn't surprise Jaehyun in the slightest when someone eventually banged on his front door, but he just stayed put on his bed for a minute or so - to really piss them off - while his music kept blaring out of his speakers. Eventually, though, he thought it was only fair to go and answer like the good neighbour he was, and so he hauled himself up and slouched his way through his messy apartment to the door in nothing but his underwear. He didn't care at all if it was going to be a police officer or an ahjumma or a hobo who would be standing behind the door, since no matter who it was, they would just drool over his form anyway.

"Hello-" he hummed almost inaudibly thanks to the music still screeching out behind him as he pulled the door open - and his eyes landed on the grumpy, petite figure of the guy who lived downstairs (and was hella cute). Shifting his weight to lean against the door frame, his hand still on the knob, Jaehyun flashed an innocent smile as he looked the other up and down and noted that they were both going for the underwear look, partly.

"204, it's pretty late - or early or whatever, how can I help you? Shouldn't you be wearing pants if you're walking through the block-" He gestured to the shorter's creamy pale thighs, which were very much on show, with his hand before folding his arms across his own toned, pale torso, one eyebrow raised with amusement.

@ahn jaehyun. Baekhyun stared at his ceiling as he listed to the obnoxious music playing from above floor. He swore the whole apartment building shook, and not just his room. He tossed and turned, tried using his pillows to cover both of ears - he did everything he could do to drown the sound of this music. Eventually, however, he gave up completely, groaning in frustration while rubbing his tired and droopy eyes. Baekhyun loves music as much as the next guy, and he had to admit it was a sick track, but he was too cranky to enjoy it.

Things didn't’ get any better for him, though. The volume of the music increased even louder, which he thought was impossible.

“Now this is ing ridiculous,” he hissed, finally standing up from his bed. He grabbed the nearest plain t-shirt lying around, not even bothering to put on proper jeans or shoes, and waltzed out his apartment. “I’m so going to kill you, I swear to god,” Baekhyun continued ranting as he stomped upstairs, lazily throwing on his shirt during the process.

If Baekhyun didn’t get even a mere hour of sleep, he knew he was going to kill someone at work tomorrow. With a huff, he banged on apartment room number 308.

@byun baekhyun. 3AM could equal 6PM for all Jaehyun cared, which wasn't a lot. At all. If he needed to get a set finished for an upcoming performance then the days just bled into one another anyway, who cared if he was working from morning to evening and then well into the night and the following morning? Work was work, and work needed to be done. "Tch," the male hissed under his breath at the sound of some dogs barking downstairs, choosing to ignore the fact he was the one who woke them up and only pressing harder on the 'volume up' button of his laptop. He shifted on his bed with a pleased sigh when the music flowed into the room at an even louder rate than before and downed the last of his beer before throwing the can into a corner, his fingers then moving to drum against his bare torso as he continued clipping and editing the remix that had been on repeat for several hours now - because he wouldn't leave a mix until it was absolutely sonically flawless. "Letters burning by my bed for you, hey now . . ." He mouthed the words along silently as they left the speakers and tweaked the level of bass so that the focus was on the husky female voice, and it sounded so good that Jaehyun couldn't understand why his neighbours - all of them - were so mad at him. This was one of his more relaxing remixes, ones that made you feel like you were ing flying, so why were they complaining? It was better than when he mixed a dubstep set, which he frequently had to, he thought to himself with a smug smile as he shifted on his disaster of a bed once again and laid his laptop over his long, bare legs, choosing to ignore the fact that someone was stomping up the stairs outside his apartment since he was in his underwear; how would it even be possible to answer the door?

*twerks on dat v-card tbh*