The next door neighbor
Spring flingChapter 2 The next door neighbor
“So you remember how I told you that I was going to ask the landlord to let me into my apartment? Of course you know, that was like twenty minutes ago. But if you would happen to be senile you wouldn´t remember. Oh, or if you happen to be a gold fish. I think I once saw it on a documentary that they have an extremely short memory. The gold fish I mean. Well the senile people as well I guess. Hum, maybe the senile people are on the way to transform into a fish. Like a Pokémon! Becoming a gold fish is like the final stage or something.”
At first the only thing Hyukjae could do was stare at his visitor as if he was a mad man. Maybe he was, a little that is. When he finally was able to grasp the situation he smiled towards the other man who was once again blabbering about totally random things.
“Well I guess that is a very interesting theory Donghae. But the reason you are here is not to talk about the similarity of a gold fish and senile people, right?!” the house owner asked gently, with a hint of curiosity.
“Oh, you´re right! As I started saying I went to the landlord´s office. And I got the shock of my life. He wasn´t there! Which is really weird considering that sitting there and being helpful is his job. So I figured that even landlords skip work. Well back to the problem at hand. That would be my hand. I now have NO chance of getting inside my own apartment. This means that I will have to live on the street for the rest of my life, all alone, with only rats as company. Do you realize how hard that would be?! Because I would then look like a hoe-boe I would lose my job and my family is going to be so ashamed and disgusted.” Trough out Donghae’s whining and very extreme imagination the two men had made their way into the teacher´s house and were now heading towards the kitchen table.
Hyukjae gestured to Donghae to take a seat at the table and being the kind and a little mother-like person he was the house owner brought utensils out from draws and cupboards. Placing the plate, chopsticks and a glass filled with cold water in front of his neighbor he let the other one take food first.
Sitting on opposite side of the kitchen table the both men started eating in a comfortable silence. Even though they had never met before there were no awkwardness during the meal.
“This is very tasty,” Donghae said with his mouth filled to the brim with fried rice. “Where did you buy this food? Is the restaurant nearby? Because I don´t really feel like walking far distances. It is very tiring and sometimes scary. I read in an article that there are a lot of suspicious looking people out on the streets late at night. They have the tendency to steal money and if you don’t give them any, they will beat you up into a plum.”
Smiling while Donghae was talking Hyukjae didn’t notice when the brown haired man before him stopped talking. At this rate he had gotten so used to hearing Donghae moving his mouth till he was interrupted. Blinking and looking around the room as to see if there was anything that had stolen Donghae´s attention he heard a soft chuckle. Turning back towards his guest Hyukjae put the right hand in front of the mouth while clearing his throat.
“Eh, sorry. To answer your question about the food I have to unfortunately tell you that there is no place you can buy this meal. If you don’t intend to give me money that is.”
Donghae´s eyes grew bigger and bigger as realization hit him. When the eyes were as big as saucers the brunette slowly blinked.
“So you are a chef?! That is super cool. Or hot, because I guess the ovens in the kitchen produce a lot of heat. If that is the case, then I just gobbled your famous made food. I´m so ashamed! This is the reason I never go to fancy dinners or parties. Well also because I don’t have the time or that circle of friends. Most of my friends are normal workers, except this on who owns a hair salon. He makes the most extreme hairdos and likes to change the hair color of his employees. If you like the color of your hair, which I must say is very lovely by the way, never start working for Heechul-hyung. Even if you want to keep your black hair he will somehow convince you to change it, or dye it himself when you are not l
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