The story of two people living next to each other. But each person doesn't know the other person's identity. There is only sending good messages. Only through letters and messages to each other.
Sometimes love is closer to us than we think. Because every life has a path to choose that we don't know. Where is that person of ours?
...She might be going to the left. But I'm going to the right...
...You may choose to go upstairs. But I chose to go downstairs...
Many things can cause us to go in opposite directions. And because the world is so wide that it's impossible to predict. Maybe that person of ours is in the next room...let's open the door and take a look.
NamSong Next Door
Room 301 24:00
n.
A tall figure stretched out on the sofa. His sharp eyes stared at the ceiling of the room he had just moved into a few months ago. A pile of books Clothes were scattered and broken flower vases all over the floor. It made the image of the owner of this room look even more depressing than before.
“Ah, finally we really broke up.”
Curly lips murmured. Sharp eyes closed, thinking about the last memories between himself and his lover last night. What a memory that doesn't seem very memorable.
“Sigh.”
“I must be alone.”
Let out a loud sigh. Decided to push myself up and sit on the sofa. The sound of arguing between himself and his lover last night must have been loud enough to disturb the roommates next door.
“Let's go apologize later.”
He said to himself again. Before squatting down To store various things scattered all over the floor
Room 302 05: 00
n.
A white, slender figure slowly lifted himself up from the soft bed. His slender hand lifted up and rubbed his eyes because he still felt drowsy. Even though it was his regular time to wake up every day, he still couldn't get used to it.
“Wow!”
“Better take a shower.”
You only have an hour to get settled and dressed to get to work. The same time and cycle of life every day makes people far from home like him feel completely lonely.
“When will I have time to come back?”
Small lips bent down and touched the picture on the reading table. Because of the work that has not yet been completely entered into As a result, he had to endure loneliness to the point where he didn't even have time to go back to his family.
The owner of the room picked up a shoulder bag that was on top of a drawer. The various items were completely stuffed into the bag when he saw that it was time to leave the room.
Room 301 12:30
n.
A tall figure in a denim jacket and matching pants bent down to find a post-it note in a storage drawer. It's as if a former lover who just broke up with him last night had put it in this black drawer.
"dress"
“Found it.”
Smile when you find what you want. Pick up the pen on the table and write a few lines on the gray paper. Then walked out of the room.
I’M YOUNG COFFEE 13:30
n.
Taehyun was busy mixing iced cappuccinos for customers in the shop's bar. Midday and early afternoon every day are the busiest times. The number of customers, both regulars and visitors, who are beginning to love the taste of this coffee shop is increasing every day. So much so that baristas who hold both the owner's position and every duty in the store like him have almost no time for privacy.
'This is the reason for being lonely'
'So busy that I don't have time to meet anyone'
The short hand on the watch face changes position again as the long hand completes its cycle. As always, at 2 p.m. the chaos in the store subsides. Many people are starting to return to work life for the other half of the day. So there was enough time for Taehyun to sit back and relax.
Minho stood and looked at the sign in front of a store decorated in a vintage style. The cream-colored doors coordinate nicely with the antique bicycle. and the sign in front of the store is not very large
“I’M YOUNG COFFEE”
“Am Young Coffee?”
“The name of the shop is strange.”
Read the name of the shop before deciding to open the door. The atmosphere inside is warm. The aroma of finely ground coffee beans makes you feel good quite a bit.
“One hot cappuccino, not too sweet.”
The order came out to the person at the counter who was busy arranging various shaped glasses on the shelves. A face as beautiful and sweet as a young woman's. Thin lips and smooth white skin beneath a cream-colored apron. It makes many people look at it with great pleasure. Not even Minho.
“Do you want to eat this?”
Sweet voice matching the face Until Minho felt himself in a trance. How long had he been standing here staring at the person in front of him?
'It's very rude to us'
"Uh...thank you."
He answered in a stammering voice because he felt ashamed that he had unintentionally looked at the owner of his sweet face for so long. before squatting down on a tall chair in front of the counter
A hot cappuccino was served in front of Minho in a round white glass. The cream foam on top is decorated with one English letter. It made people like Minho give orders suspicious.
“…W…”
“Why are you?
W
Okay.”
He asked after looking down at the coffee cup in front of him. The aroma of the coffee makes you want to pick it up and taste it immediately. But I restrained myself because of the problematic letters.
“An abbreviation for
WELCOME”
“This is your first time here.”
“Welcome.”
A sweet voice answered and gave a sweet, gentle smile. But it made people like Minho look so embarrassed that he hurriedly picked up his coffee and drank it to hide his smile.
'Smile is so cute'
'I guess I'll have to stop by again tomorrow'
ROOM 301 16:00
n.
A slender figure with a bag in his hand stood staring at the door of his white room. A small piece of gray paper with handwritten letters a short sentence saying...
“Ah, we really care about each other.”
"I didn't sleep well last night."
Smiling sweetly at the gray paper on the door. A slender hand reached out and took out a piece of paper and opened it inside. The luggage in hand was placed on the kitchen table. The owner of the room walked straight to the bedroom. Place the gray paper sheet in your hand into the empty shelf drawer. before continuing to search for some items in another drawer
ROOM 301 21:00
n.
The tall owner of the room stood laughing in front of the black door of his own room. The message on the cream-colored paper felt so good that you almost forgot your fatigue from a long day's work.
“I'm in a good mood.”
“What kind of person are you, Mr. 302?”
A tall figure sat looking at a piece of cream-colored paper in his hand. Placed in a square wooden box on the head of the bed. before picking up a piece of gray paper and sitting down to write a message
I’M YOUNG COFFEE 14:00
n.
A chaotic time like every day has just passed. Taehyun was so tired that he squatted down on the sofa in the store. Luckily for him, coffee was already served to every table of customers. If there are no new customers coming in There might be enough time for him to sit and rest for several minutes.
Slender eyes looked outside through the glass wall of the shop. The soft sunlight that shines in makes us feel warm and feel good. Slender eyes slowly narrowed until they were completely closed. In his hand he still held the tray for serving coffee.
Because the tray in his hand fell and hit the floor with a loud noise. This made Taehyun wake up. I don't even remember when I fell asleep or for how long. A slender hand lifted up and rubbed his eyes. Lower your hand when you feel the clarity and brightness begin to adjust.
"oh"
"Yesterday's you"
“Have you waited long?”
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
As soon as the picture in front of you was clear Taehyun then saw the face of the new customer he had just welcomed yesterday. Because the shop has only recently opened and most of the customers are now regular customers. Taehyun took note of every customer's face well. Some people don't even have to say it, they still remember it. What kind of coffee to make, what kind of flavor, it was not strange that he could recognize the owner of this handsome face in front of him.
"I'm not in a hurry."
“I see you are sleeping soundly.”
Minho answered like that. Who would dare to tell the truth that they were sitting and looking at the faces of people while they were asleep?
“What will you order?”
“Is it the same as before?”
he asked, standing up from the sofa without forgetting to bend down and pick up the small tray. I felt ashamed of myself for being the owner of the shop. But instead, he fell asleep causing customers to sit and wait.
“Same as before.”
“Do you remember that?”
He asked as he moved his body from the sofa. To the tall chair in front of the counter like yesterday.
“Cappuccino is not very sweet”
Taehyun smiled as he prepared to mix the ingredients into the coffee cup with determination. Until I heard another person ask. To be able to look up
“Why are you doing it alone?”
“I just opened the shop not long ago.”
“I want it to be more perfect first.”
“You, do you work around here?”
He said as he handed a white coffee mug to Minho. Today, the cream foam on the cup is once again decorated with English letters. But it's a different person from yesterday.
“Why are you?
S
La?”
He looked down at the white coffee mug in front of him with a question. What a mystery this shop owner is doing.
“An abbreviation for
Sorry
Please.”
“Again, sorry for keeping you waiting.”
“And if I order again tomorrow, what will it be?”
“It depends on the situation and the customer's orders.”
"If you're sad, You will find a smile in your coffee cup.”
“If you come with your lover Your two glasses will be flowers or hearts.”
"If it's raining You will see an umbrella in this glass.”
“I want to serve coffee that is more than just coffee.”
The answer from the sweet voice made the questioner like Minho very impressed. This man must be young enough to match the name of his shop. But the thought and care for what he loves It made Minho think.
'You must be a regular customer at this shop.'
ROOM 302 16:10
n.
The owner of the room stood still in front of the door like yesterday. Today, there is still gray paper on the white door as always. Only the words on the paper changed.
The owner of the room on the left probably put it on after he left the room. Because this morning when I went to work The door to the room was still empty. There is only a number plate. 302 only
The white room door opened inwards. A piece of gray paper was taken out. He placed it in the same drawer as yesterday's piece of paper. Before lying down on the soft bed, wanting to rest.
Slender eyes stared at the wide ceiling of the white room. He had only recently moved to this condo. The decision to distance himself from his family to do what he loved made him feel quite lonely.
I lay there thinking about nothing and enjoying myself for a long time. Before I realized that I wanted to try making a special recipe for cookies that my mother had sent me. So he decided to get up from the bed. I changed into something more comfortable and walked towards the kitchen.
Ingredients for making cookies were picked up and used all over the kitchen table. A sheet of paper with the recipe written on it was taped to the refrigerator for easy viewing. Flour, milk, butter and sugar were measured and weighed to the correct amounts on a small scale. Before all the ingredients are combined and mixed together. Until it's done, put it in pieces in a mold to put in the oven as the final step.
“Ding”
A loud beep from the small oven in the kitchen made us aware. The cookies he had carefully made were probably ready to eat. Heat-resistant gloves were placed on slender hands. Open the oven door and inhale the aroma of freshly cooked dough.
“Ah, so sweet.”
“Push to do a lot.”
Looking at the amount of cookies on the tray, there are so many that you think you probably won't be able to finish them all by just one person. The landlord placed a tray of cookies on the table. I reached on my tiptoes to find something in the high drawer to hold the tray of delicious cookies.
Slender hands carefully put the cookies into the bag. He saw that he had the right amount and sewed the mouth shut. He walked to the bedroom and bent down to pick up a piece of cream-colored paper in the drawer and write a message.
ROOM 301 21:00
The owner of the room stood in front of the black door looking good-naturedly. A small piece of paper with a cute paper bag was hung on the door handle.
The tall figure reached out and picked up a bag of cookies and a cream-colored paper sign on the door. Use your free arm to push inward. Throw your work bag on the sofa. He picked up the cute bag of cookies and looked at them before speaking.
“Very kind.”
“Tonight, I might have to change from beer to milk.”
I’M YOUNG COFFEE 14:05
n.
Minho stepped into a warm coffee shop that seemed to be his usual place. It's been almost three months since he stopped by this restaurant every day, same time, same menu, same chair, and the sweet owner is still the same person. There will only be new feelings in Minho's heart. that is increasing every day
Stopping by to taste the fragrant coffee and warm atmosphere of this shop is just another part of Minho's daily routine. He would stop by at the same time every day before entering the company to inspect the work of his subordinates. Not even holidays Minho still found a reason for himself to stop by this shop.
“Minho hyung, aren't you bored?”
“Order the same menu every day.”
The sweet shop owner asked an important customer. For nearly three months, he had to face this customer every day. From the time we used to greet each other normally according to etiquette Now we have become so close that we can talk about many things. Minho advises Taehyun on decorating and expanding the store to accommodate the ever-growing customer base.
“Not bored”
“Delicious coffee”
“The owner of the shop is cute.”
Smiling in response, he made a sly expression that made him annoyed. His strong arms lifted up and stood on the counter. His chin looked ashamed at the sweet-faced person he had just complimented.
“Even if you watch it, it's not free.”
Taehyun answered. A slender hand rose to decorate the cream foam in a heart-shaped coffee cup for the couple who had come to sit and wait in the shop before Minho.
“Just say it as you see it.”
"Today's coffee, you don't have to add sugar."
“It'll be too sweet.”
Responding to another person After that, I don't know if it's because of the closeness or why. That's why Minho likes to make him feel so weird. Sometimes I like to talk to get embarrassed. He drank an entire cup of coffee and still refused to go back to work. Just sitting and staring at him in the same chair every day.
“Take it and serve it to me.”
“Of that table.”
“It's better than just sitting and looking at my face.”
Two cups of coffee were placed in front of Minho. Until he had to laugh softly. You know that Taehyun had him serve instead because he was still embarrassed by his words a moment ago. So I had to find something to do to mask my symptoms.
“Taehyun”
Minho called out as soon as he finished serving two cups of coffee to the customers and returned to his original chair.
"yes"
“You said that.”
“Customers can ask to draw anything on the glass, right?”
"um"
“What do you want me to draw?”
“But it doesn't have to be very difficult.”
“I have many more glasses today.”
“It's not difficult.”
"Easy to draw"
“Just your phone number.”
His slender hand suddenly stopped when he heard the words from the owner of the handsome face who was sitting in front of the counter looking at him. The cream foam that was just poured into the glass is being drawn into the shape of a bear. The small mouth was lightly bitten by his own white teeth. I know very well how red my face is right now.
Taehyun secretly smiled slightly. Try to lower your head until it's almost close to your chest. Slender fingers slowly draw art on the cream foam.
The coffee cup was placed in front of Minho again. He immediately looked down to see if it would be as requested or not. Laughing a little and shaking your head at Taehyun's playfulness.
“Why is there only one number?”
“I didn't give it all.”
“One glass is enough.”
"Then I'm ordering ten more glasses today."
“Ten more glasses and you'll get just one.”
"Cheating child"
"You cheated first."
“But it will be several more days before it's complete.”
“I want you to come every day.”
“I will wait until the drawing is complete.”
"Don't be crooked."
A cute answer that makes both the speaker and the listener smile. Taehyun walked away from his words in embarrassment and picked up the glasses at the table of a customer who had already left the store. Leaving Minho to sit and smile until all his teeth could be seen, all alone at the bar counter. Today's hot cappuccino taste Truly sweeter than every day.
A gray piece of paper was still posted in front of the white door every day. The owner of Room 301 had many stories to tell to ease his loneliness.
Now there is one shelf of drawers inside the white bedroom. It became a container for many gray square sheets of paper that were stacked on top of each other. The owner of the room always picked it up and read it when he was feeling lonely or uncomfortable. These many sheets of paper are like a diary of one person, where we tell each other in just a few words.
The story of people who even though they are close to each other But they seem so far away
Slender fingers picked up the pen that was in the drawer. The cream-colored paper was picked up and written on again, just like every day for the past three months. The owner carefully wrote letters on the piece of paper with determination.
ROOM 301 22:00
n.
Encouragement on a small piece of paper taped to the black door. Causing the owner of the room to smile widely with a feeling of peace of mind. His roommate is really a gentle person.
A thick hand slowly removed the paper sign from the door. It's been almost three months now. That's where the friendship between our rooms began. From a short greeting message Now it's becoming more common to tell longer sentences every day.
Because of the overlap of each person's time that will never match. Cause the two of us have never met face to face never heard a sound There is only touching through letters and good messages sent to each other.
Gray paper was picked up and written on as usual. It seems like telling each other's stories has become a part of our daily routine. The room number automatically became both our names. And we're both happy for it to be that way. Their relationship without knowing each other becomes a good feeling every time they tell their stories.
and read another person's story Mr. Three Zero Two was only on the other side of the wall, but he could feel the warmth of another person from the messages he read every day.
I’M YOUNG COFFEE 14:00
Minho was still sitting in the same chair. Luckily for him, his usual time to enter the store was when there were fewer customers than at other times. This black high chair in front of the counter usually belongs to Minho every day. Even if there was someone to sit first, Minho would sit and wait until he got his seat. The reason is because
'The view here is really beautiful'
“Pay for my chair.”
“Can sit alone”
The shop owner scolded the other person without being serious in his words. Do you know why Minho occupies this area every day?
“I didn't sit because of the chair.”
“Sitting here for something else.”
Minho picked up his coffee cup and drank it after answering Taehyun. Today, the white cream foam in his coffee cup still has the same sweet-faced shop owner's phone number as before. Minho remembers it, writes it down, and even uses his phone to record the picture so as not to lose it.
“Sitting here looking at the coffee machine?”
“Strange people”
“I'm bothering you.”
“Sit and watch people make coffee more.”
“Looking at it, it was the same.”
“Just like yesterday”
“Just like last week.”
“Just like last month.”
“It's not like that.”
“Getting cuter every day”
Place the finished coffee cup on a white saucer. His hands raised up to his feet and his chin on both sides. Sending Taehyun a sickly sweet smile. Until the person who heard the sentence a moment ago had their face turn red with embarrassment.
“delusional”
"I'm not talking anymore."
“Better go get the glass.”
Because I don't know how to conceal my symptoms. Taehyun had to find something to do to get away from those stares and sweet words. Ever since we started being close, I didn't know that Minho would be so diligent in finding words. You really made him feel embarrassed. The shop owner carried a small tray to a cream-colored coffee table that matched the same-colored sofa.
The other customers who had finished their coffee have almost all left. All that's left is a man named Song Minho. After eating it all, he still sat there for another hour.
ROOM 302 16:40
n.
Because today the weather outside is very bad. It had been raining heavily since it arrived at 3:00 p.m. This caused the owner of the room to waste almost an hour before driving back to the accommodation. And where else do you have to stop and buy the many things that are piled up in your hands?
A slender hand lifted up the gray paper on the door as usual. But because of the wetness from the raindrops, the water droplets came into contact with the paper and caused cracks to form.
"Oh, it's so wet."
The owner of the room hurriedly placed the various luggage in his hand on the floor in front of the room. He wiped his hands dry on his white shirt before carefully touching the piece of paper on the door again.
“That's terrible.”
“It's missing too.”
He complained with regret. Each piece of paper became an important item that he kept and took good care of. A piece of paper may seem worthless. But it was the stories told through these letters that he felt the meaning of.
The owner of the room bent down and read the message on the gray piece of paper in his hand again. Smile at the good feelings on the message before opening the door to enter the room.
ROOM 301 22:30
n.
The owner of the room stood and smiled at the kind words on the paper like he used to feel every day. It's been almost three months since we've known each other through letters. Cream and gray sheets of paper are like our messengers. Khun Sam Zero Two is still a lovely roommate every time.
Every message is still meaningful and always warm. He kept every piece of paper neatly in a brown wooden box. Until now, it's so full it's almost impossible to close.
The tall figure reached out and picked up a piece of paper on the door. Bending down to read with a smile on his face before opening it to go inside. Lying down on the wide bed Lifting the cream-colored piece of paper in his hand, he read the message to himself.
Smiling again at the message of the person on the other side of the wall. He admitted that he had fantasized about the look and voice of Mr. Sam Zero Two as well. What will the owner of that room be like? Will you be fat or thin? Be it small or big like him. Will it be white or dark? But he knows that that identity is probably not as important as the care that another person always gives.
A sheet of paper was placed in a box on the head of the bed. Right now, the tightness of the papers piled on top of each other made it impossible for him to close the lid of the box. But because I still can't find a new wooden box that I like. Therefore it is necessary to leave it as it was before.
The bedside drawer was opened. A thick hand picked up the last remaining sheet of gray paper. At first, I had planned to stop by and buy some before leaving. But the rain fell heavily first, causing me to change my plan to head straight back to my room instead.
“What kind of person will you be?”
“Mr. 302”
Smile at your imagination Before picking up the pen and writing on the last piece of gray paper he had.
I’M YOUNG COFFEE 14:40
n.
The atmosphere in the shop is still as warm as every day. The road outside still had moisture left from the heavy rain that had fallen all night and into the morning. But the sunlight shining in this afternoon made the atmosphere look strangely harmonious.
Minho sat with a sullen face as the sweet-faced shop owner sat on a sofa in the far corner of the shop. The reason was because the other person refused to reserve a regular chair in front of the counter for him to sit on. Even though he knew that no matter what, he would have to enter the store at the same time.
“Almost an hour already.”
“I haven't gotten up yet.”
Groaning, he leaned forward to look at the scruffy-faced young man who was still sitting in his chair. The eyes of this young man who was looking at the people at the counter were either invisible or he couldn't see them.
“Don't you have any work to do?”
“What are you complaining about?”
A sweet voice coming from the side caused Minho to turn his head and look. But when I thought of another person's mistake Instead, he shook his head and turned to look at the view outside the shop.
“Aren't you going to order coffee?”
“I don't order.”
"sulk"
“Wow”
“I'm waiting to write the numbers.”
Taehyun made a face. I laughed at how petulant it seemed, which really suited Minho's age and dark face.
“It's not like that.”
“Order.”
“But I will sit in the same place.”
“I can't see your face here.”
"What if he doesn't get up?"
“Wait until you get up.”
"Aren't you going to work?"
"I won't do it anymore... in a bad mood."
“I'm delusional again.”
“I want to sit there.”
Minho moaned. His voice was so fussy that Taehyun could only shake his head.
“Sigh.”
“Sit here..the chair is not available.”
“There are no more customers.”
“Come sit and let me look.”
Taehyun finished telling Minho and turned back to the bar counter to prepare a cappuccino for the big, petulant man. There's only one more day left today and tomorrow and he'll tell you all the phone numbers.
Taehyun didn't know after he said the last number. What will his relationship with Minho be like? I wasn't even sure about myself and Minho's feelings. Three months ago he was just a lonely man who lived alone. But now, two people made his loneliness disappear.
Taehyun has such good feelings for Minho that he's not sure. If he and Minho were more than just acquaintances like now Will the relationship between him and the other person change as well?
“It's cute.”
“Come sit and watch.”
"bored face"
“I will hurry back to work.”
"If you want to sit and look at me, just tell me."
“Narcissistic”
“Who said?”
“I'm lost in the people around here.”
Words that make you feel embarrassed every time. Until he had to turn his head away from the other person's gaze and turned to look outside the store instead. I admit that my heart beats so fast it almost explodes every time Minho looks directly at him. So embarrassed that I don't know what to make of my face. Where will you raise your hand? Until sometimes I have to walk away from another person instead.
“Tomorrow is the last one.”
“So excited.”
“The shop is closed tomorrow”
"Cheating child"
“Uncle Minho”
“Once you have all the numbers, will you come again?”
"come"
“It's not just your phone number that I want.”
“Tomorrow, I have one more thing to ask of you.”
“Prepare your answer.”
Taehyun smiled at Minho's words. His sweet face kept turning and looking out of the shop window. The other person just sat and watched. No one uttered a word, only the warmth of the feeling passed through. The humidity of the rain and the soft sunlight made the atmosphere feel really like the feelings of the two people at this coffee table.
ROOM 302 16:30
n.
The owner of the room stood confused with a mixture of doubt and uneasiness. Seeing that today the white door of his room was empty. No gray sheets of paper like every day.
“Why isn't there?”
He complained to the door in front of him. Try looking down at the floor below in case any paper has fallen underneath. But there was still no gray paper.
“Sigh!”
You let out a long sigh when you couldn't find what you were looking for. The white door opened and the owner felt uncomfortable. Today was the first day in three months that he hadn't seen the note and gray paper on the door. The message from the person next door was like what he had been waiting for every day he came back. But today was so empty that I couldn't help but worry about what would happen to the other person or not.
“Where have you gone?”
"Khun Three Zero One"
He moaned as he lowered himself onto the bed. Even though I know that it seems a bit strange to be worried about someone I've never even met. I've never heard a voice or even known a name. But when another person suddenly disappeared like this, it made him feel quite frightened.
Overthinking and exhaustion from work caused his eyes to slowly narrow until he fell asleep on the wide bed. The owner of the room couldn't even remember how long he had been asleep. It had been so long that I forgot to write a message on a piece of cream-colored paper like every day. Before he woke up and found a truth that surprised him greatly.
ROOM 30122: 10
n.
The emptiness on the black door caused the owner of the room to frown. It had been three months since he'd seen a piece of cream-colored paper stuck to the door. But today was so empty that he felt uneasy.
“Are you not satisfied with the message we posted?”
Thinking about the message that he posted before going to work until it made him feel uncomfortable. This morning he wrote the longest sentence he had ever written. Squeeze the letters down to a tiny size so that the message can fit on a single sheet of paper. Think back to what you wrote down. Or is there a sentence that makes the roommate next to him dissatisfied?
“Sigh.”
"I'll go apologize later."
He grumbled to himself before opening the door and going inside. The tall figure squatted down and sat on the bed. Pick up the stationery bag with the new pack of gray paper you just bought and place it in the drawer. He looked up at the wall of the room as if he could pass through to the other side.
The owner of the room sat down on the bed. A large hand rested on his forehead. Today's daytime and nighttime feelings are completely different. The past day was so happy that I couldn't stop smiling. But at night he felt so uneasy that he felt uncomfortable. He knows the relationship between himself and the person across the room.
A relationship that requires nothing more than caring and caring for each other. And he still wants it to stay that way.
The tall figure lifted himself up from the bed. standing looking at the wall You let out a sigh before deciding to walk out of the bedroom.
ROOM 302 22:30
The owner of the white room turned around. Slender eyes looked at the clock on the drawer table. The time on the clock tells him it's time to get up.
"dress"
“Have you been asleep for this long?”
He grumbled softly to himself after counting how long he had slept. Because of fatigue, he slept until he woke up now. Slowly, she sat up on the bed, twisting her body gently a few times to allow her muscles to relax.
“Will you come back or not?”
"Khun Three Zero One"
Staring at the wall in another room And because today I fell asleep and forgot to put a piece of paper in another room, so it was too late. Around 11:00 p.m. like this, Mr. Three Zero One must have returned to his room. Slender eyes stared at the cream-colored piece of paper that had been placed on the table. To this day, another person will not stick with it like every day.
But because he doesn't want a good relationship to disappear. So I decided to write a message on cream-colored paper. before picking it up and walking out of the bedroom
Time: 10:39 p.m. The doors to the white room and the black room opened at the same time. Minho stepped out of his own room number three zero one and Taehyun stepped out of room number three zero two.
The tall and slender figure stood still as the roommate next door turned their head to see them clearly. From now on, text messages will no longer be necessary between the two of us. Since tomorrow the last phone number will be saved in Minho's phone. dark wavy lips
And their slender pink lips smiled and laughed a little at this very coincidence. The words that I wanted to say hello to the people on the other side of the wall were spoken at the same time.
“Hello, Mr. Sam Zero One.”
“Hello, Mr. Sam Zero Two.”
....There's a bit more to the ending below ^^.....
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It's over.
It's our first fic. There isn't even a scene of holding hands or kissing, haha. Very clear...Actually, this story was written based on my own personal feelings. For example, we have been living in the dormitory where we are now for three years. It may seem very strange. But we never knew the people next to our room. I don't know who it is.
We left the room, he was inside. When we returned to the room, he had a key in the lock. So we thought, hey, it's strange that people live only a wall apart but never see each other, so we took it and put it in the fic as well. Add Namsong's cuteness to the coffee shop section as well. We like to sit in coffee shops. But I like it quiet.
I didn't like that there were a lot of people, so I put it in again. ...Whoever reads this and likes it or doesn't like it, don't forget to leave comments as encouragement. If there are a lot of people who like it, maybe there will be a part 2. Will the comments on the kids be good or not?
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Oh, lastly, who wants to know where the last piece of paper that Minho hyung took to stick it went? Why didn't Nong Nam read it? Scroll down to the bottom.
Because this afternoon the wind was extremely strong. In addition, the last gray sheet of paper that the owner of room 301 had put in front of the door of another room, the glue was no longer effective, causing the thin sheet of paper to fly off the white room door. A strong wind caused this piece of paper to fall next to a pot of roses that were growing beautifully in front of the condo.
Not long after, the rain fell again. The light gray paper was soaked by the raindrops that it dissolved into the soil in the pot. It becomes part of the soil and fertilizer that will allow this rose to grow together. with the love of two people