A/N: WARNING! Although this story isn't Rated [M] it requires a lot of profanity, I advise you leave if you're not quite fond of that

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I step into my new apartment, breathing with a large smile on my face. The air was cool; no one had been inside for a while now. I closed the door and switched on the lights for the chandelier, blinking quickly as I adjusted my eyes. The dark rose wood floors felt smooth under my socks and I slid around with a laugh that echoed loudly in the empty room. The apartment was pretty spacious for only one person. On the right side was an empty grey stone fireplace but other than that it was as empty as a desert. I walked through a door leading into the kitchen/dining room. Staring at the kitchen, I laughed as I envisioned myself cooking. My phone rang in the back pocket of my jeans and I answered as I continued to browse. “Yobosaeyo?”

“Ya! Where are you? You’re supposed to be at work already!” I groaned and rubbed my tired face, stopping in my tracks quickly. Just when the glee was coursing through my veins stress had entered my brain. I had forgotten my new job at Dragon Records. My best friend Dara had just reminded me about my gig as a producer. We’ve been friends since high school, in college we both majored in music production. You could say I was a bit "friend-zoned", Dara was a beautiful girl, I’d have to be blind to not fall in love with her! But for some reason I believed this year would be the change for us. I was excited about my new job and my new apartment at the same time; I was finally growing up and taking things into my own hands. I felt so accomplished and proud; my dreams were basically in arms reach!

“I’m checking out my new place, I’ll be there in a minute,” I insisted, opening up cabinets and drawers in my bathroom. Can’t a guy just look around his new home in peace?

“You better hurry it up!” Dara yelled, I grumbled something in response and closed my phone as I entered my bedroom. After deciding not to call her back and tell her my feelings for the nth time I finished up my search by looking into my bedroom. You’ll tell her eventually, it’ll be fine…wait what’s that? I noticed something standing in there that I had not noticed the first time I bought the apartment, as though it was waiting for me to stumble upon it. It was a long upright mirror with a wooden frame with a regal design on the top and the mirror glass itself was diamond clear. The mirror seemed to be made for someone who was my opposite; it was my exact height but it was nowhere near my specific tastes. There was a taped note on the top of the frame which I peeled off deliberately and read aloud.

“Thanks for taking the place off my hands! I just couldn’t live here anymore; I got this for you as a housewarming gift! ~Blo Hyung” Don’t you know me, Hyung? Oh well, thanks for the effort. Yeah, I bought this place off of my older friend. He has a little one so he figured a house would be a better living/growing up environment for his daughter. I looked at myself in the mirror, fixed my colorful hair and nodded at my image in approval. I breathed a sigh of slight frustration, wiggling my fingers anxiously. I don't know why I was so nervous, I guess I'm always nervous. There's always something to be nervous about in my life, I guess. “You’ll be fine, Jiyong, just don’t mess this up.” After a moment my reflection sneered and crossed its arms, my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. Woah wait the ? I’m not doing that…I looked at myself then glanced back at the mirror. The guy in there was still crossing his arms and continued to stare at me as I stared back. A long, awkward and adrenalin pumping silence followed before it was broken by someone other than me. 

“That won’t help you know,” he advised and without processing it I let out a cry of shock. I stumbled back on the floor, possibly bruising my back or head and ran out of the room in a blazing fury. I tripped on my own feet, slipping across the smooth floors so I fell on the wood. My heart raced; my palms became sweaty as I swung open the door and bolted down the stairs. I didn’t dare look back.