Chapter 2
My Neighbour's Cat
Here is the 2nd chapter, hopefully I didn't make too many spelling and grammatical errors (>.<)
This chapter is a bit short, I'll work on making them longer from now on (^v^)/
Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it
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“Yijeong!” not even the sound of his name being called got Yijeong out of the trance he'd gotten into as he played his Cello.
“I’m talking to you!” the stern hand that suddenly fell upon his shoulder finally broke his concentration.
“huh?” he turned his head to look at the person who’d spoken to him. “Jaeho? What is it?”
“Seriously, when you get into your trances it’s impossible to talk to you” he ran his hand through his light brown hair, frustration visible on his face.
“Did you have something to tell me?” Jaeho suddenly remembered what he was yelling at Yijeong in the first place.
“Did you do that?” he asked pointing at the front door, Yijeong looked at the entrance but he saw nothing wrong.
“Do what?” Jaeho getting more frustrated walked towards the entrance and pointed at the floor
“That!” Yijeong looked closer and finally saw what Jaeho was fussing about. “Their is water and mud everywhere!”
“Ah, Yeah it was me” he said nonchalantly
“Well clean it up!”
“I can’t, I’m practicing” he turned his attention back to his cello “There is a test this Friday, I can’t afford to get anything wrong” he was about to begin
playing but Jaeho went to his side and took a hold of his right hand
“I told- huh?” he let go of Yijeong’s arm to touch the sleeve of his shirt “Your shirt feels moist..”
“I got caught on the rain”
“And you haven’t changed!”
“Like i told you i have to practice-”
“Idiot! No matter how much you practice if you get sick you probably won’t even be able to show up for the test” suddenly the words Jaeho was saying dawned on Yijeong
“I can’t get sick-”
“Well than go take a shower and put on dry clothes!” when he saw Yijeong hesitate Jaeho took a hold of his arm and lifted him from his seat “Just go already, you can practice when you get out” he took Yijeong to the their small bathroom “I’ll bring you some dry clothes”
It took Yijeong about half an hour to take a shower and once he was done he went right back to practicing.
Jaeho found himself cleaning the mess Yijeong had made in the entrance.
“Why do i always end up cleaning after him…” he sighed
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The next day it was a nice sunny day so Kyungil was called in to finish the photo shoot from the day before. The model that was suppose to be there with him originally was replaced by another model since she was still sick.
“Ok now hold on to him” the photographer instructed the female model to place her arms around Kyungil’s neck. As she neared him he could smell the distinct smell of cigarettes. He didn’t want to be rude so he acted normal even though he wanted to hold his breath so as not to take in her smell.
It wasn’t necessarily that he hated the smell, since he himself used to smoke, it was just a very familiar scent he feared would bring out unnecessary memories.
“Ok, we’re done” Kyungil sighed in relief when he finally got away from the other model.
“It was nice working with you” she said smiling widely
“Yeah, it was nice meeting you” he wanted to get away but she kept on talking, she finally left when they exchanged numbers and a promise to meet again in the future.
“Looks like she likes you” his manager said once they were in his car.
“you think so…”
“It’s obvious” he chuckled fixing his glasses as he the vehicle. “Are you going to meet her?”
“I thought you said I shouldn’t fool around with other models"
"Yeah, that'll just bring you trouble like last time" his manager immediately noticed how tense Kyungil had gotten as he kept on speaking
"That happened a long time ago, you should let go of the past already before it starts affecting your future"
“...I know”
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As the days passed Kyungil found himself running into Yijeong more often. He was always in a hurry, usually with his cello case strapped to his back. They usually only said hi and bye to each other but sometimes they would have small trivial conversations as they waited for the elevator to take them to their floor.
“So you’re a music student?” Kyungil asked as they entered the elevator
“Yeah” Kyungil found it difficult to continue the conversation especially when Yijeong would usually give such short answers. He sighed a bit frustrated.
“What’s the matter?”
“Huh?”
“You just sighed so, I thought that maybe something was bothering you...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…” he couldn’t really tell him that he was a bit frustrated at how difficult it was to have a conversation with him so he decided to lie.
“I’m just a bit tired from work”
“What do you work as?”
“I’m a model” Yijeong turned to look at Kyungil or at least it looked that way since his eyes were partially covered by his overgrown bangs
“I guess beautiful people are in a completely different level...” Yijeong thought out loud
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I didn’t mean anything bad by it” Yijeong said a bit flustered realizing he'd thought out loud “I just think that beautiful people like yourself have a different aura, unlike like us average ones..." he trailed off
“Beautiful?”
“Did i say something weird? I-I guess it is weird to call a man beautiful-” Yijeong’s sentence was cut short when Kyungil reached out towards him, his hand gently moving Yijeong's hair from covering his face.
“Ah”
“W-what is it?”
“You aren’t as average as you think, If you stopped covering your face you would be “beautiful” too” Having Kyungil’s handsome face so near him saying such embarrassing things made Yijeong turn bright red
“You’re turning red~” Kyungil chuckled amused at the youngest's reaction. The elevator doors opened, Yijeong quickly got away from Kyungil, evading him as he exited the elevator.
“I-I’m not beautiful...Don’t make fun of me…” He ran off to his apartment going in before Kyungil had a chance to stop him.
“I wasn’t making fun of you..”
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This chapter came out weird (and short)...i tried to fix it but it just wouldn't come out the way i wanted...next chapter will be better (^v^)/...hopefully (>.>)
So continue reading for more~ (^3^)
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