Sometimes knowing each other is more lonely than not knowing each other's identities.

I really don't like loneliness.

I don't like loneliness.

But loneliness seems to really like me.

It refuses to run away from me.................

#NS Nextdoor 2

.....The lonely young man with him next to room 2……

301 ROOM   05:40

n.

I'm preparing to go to work. Today would be like another day where you have to wake up earlier than normal people. A small coffee shop that has invested a lot of effort and energy is doing well. But it's so counter-intuitive to the matters of the heart right now.

The last phone number that was not given.

When suddenly the old person from next door came back.

I really can't explain the feeling right now. That night, behind the door between our two rooms, we closed and I lay there smiling to myself all night, looking at the clock face, wishing it was tomorrow afternoon quickly. Minho hyung's white coffee mug has my last phone number written on it.

I don't know which is more appropriate to smile and feel good about, the identity of the person next to the room. With the story that that person plans to tell me tomorrow

I only know

I won't be lonely anymore.

But the next day those feelings disappeared. Suddenly, in the room next to mine, another guest came to visit. A cute girl familiarly raised her hand to press the code on the door. It made me feel speechless.

I forced a smile at the woman who turned to look at me. before she pushed the black piece of wood inside. I thought of the message on the first piece of paper that was the starting point for me and the room next to me to get to know each other. The words on those papers I still remember well.

I just stood still in front of the door of room 302. The familiarity that he saw made him think that this woman was probably Minho's ex-girlfriend. And that night, the two of them might just argue until they drift apart. The woman who was the cause of the first piece of gray paper seemed to have returned now. I slowly raised my hand and pulled the door closed. Ready to speak softly to himself

"You probably won't be lonely anymore."

I’M YOUNG COFFEE  14:30

n.

Minho hyung steps into my coffee shop like every day. His hot cappuccino is still served in the same white glass. The usual chair in front of the counter is still the same. But what seems strange is probably how I feel right now.

“Are you really not going to give me the final number?”

A deep voice asked. It seems like Minho hyung doesn't understand my feelings right now. It must have been because many nights ago we both smiled and rejoiced at this completely unexpected and coincidental relationship. But the next morning, my own feelings changed.

“We only know each other at the shop.”

I answered him briefly. Not smiling in a good mood like in the past several days. On Minho hyung's coffee cup there was only milk foam that I hadn't added anything to carefully like before. I often draw things on coffee mugs based on the mood and what the customer sees. But with Minho hyung right now, I don't know what I should draw.

"What's wrong"

Minho hyung asked again when he saw I was still silent.

“Taehyun”

"You don't have to know."

“We are nothing to each other.”

Minho hyung seemed to sink as soon as I finished my sentence. But I think they're just normal words for our relationship. The good feelings that we once had for each other, we never once gave a definition to those things. Until now, I don't know what to call it.

“Taehyun...”

“Then why aren't we the same?”

The voice of the person on the bar stool softened noticeably. I wasn't sure about my feelings so I chose not to say anything. Just in time for a new customer who was walking into the store. So I had the opportunity to avoid that question. A question that I myself don't know the answer to.

ROOM 301 20:00

n.

“Ding”

The beeping sound from the microwave forced me to get up from my kitchen chair. The white dining table had a plate with a few cookies that he had just tried. And the taste doesn't seem to work at all. It was as if my sense of taste had not been working well in the past few days.

I took a glass of warm milk out of the microwave. I planned to take it and drink it in front of the sofa to watch my favorite TV show that I had left on. The sound of water drops hitting the wall outside made us know that it was probably pouring down rain. And it looks like it really suits my mood right now.

'The sound of the rain is like lonely music'

'Are you that lonely?'

'I really like this word'

I’M YOUNG COFFEE   14:20

n.

Today's weather doesn't seem to be very bright. The heavy rain that has been falling since last night shows no signs of abating at all. It was still wet outside and the sound of rain could be heard all the time. I chose to softly play slow music in the shop for the few customers still sitting inside. Everyone has their own angle and life style.

Some people spend their time with a book and a cup of coffee in front of them. Some people choose to live with the world on a small square screen. Some people just choose to look at the people passing by outside. As for me, I chose to look at my customers inside the bar counter.

I am happy with my coffee shop here.

It's not lonely like room 302 at that condo.

Minho hyung still stopped by my shop this afternoon. The pink umbrella that he held up made me laugh from the moment I saw it through the shop's window. That ripped jeans and pants didn't look good with the sweet-colored umbrella. A strong hand pushed the door of the shop inside and walked towards my counter like every day.

His handsome face doesn't look very fresh today. He sat down in the same high chair as the other days before. I didn't wait for that deep voice to order and turned to the coffee grinder to prepare another person's hot cappuccino.

“Why Taehyun?”

Minho hyung asked me as soon as the coffee cup was placed in front of him. The sharp eyes staring at me really made me feel dizzy in my heart. I've always wanted to ask and talk about what's inside. But because of our relationship right now, I don't know what it is, so I decided not to say it.

"If you don't answer."

"I won't ask to disturb you."

A deep voice said the last sentence before walking away from the counter. Minho hyung hasn't even touched his hot cappuccino today. The tall figure crouching down to pick up a pink umbrella in front of the store made me feel apprehensive. His sad expression and voice that seemed to say something made me feel so bad that I didn't even dare to speak his name.

Why do I have to be like this?

ROOM 302 18:10

n.

I returned to the condo at almost 6 p.m. today. The rain was pouring down so hard that almost half of my clothes were wet. The white umbrella I always use doesn't seem to be able to keep out the raindrops today.

I stopped and stood in front of the door to my room. The loud noise from the next room made me know that today Minho hyung probably came home from work earlier than every day. It seems like a really bad idea. But it really seemed like I was secretly praying for them to actually fight. Maybe those gray pieces of paper will come back on my door again.

When things that used to be gone disappear, it's lonely like this.

 I’MYOUNG COFFEE    14:00

n.

Today's weather is better than many days this week. Plus, my shop was crowded from the break until the late afternoon of the day. Probably because there was a music festival not too far from my shop open for performances. Many one-time customers stop by. It was so much that I forgot one person.

Minho hyung didn't stop by the shop.

Even though I'm still not sure about the relationship, I have to admit that I secretly miss him. I wonder if the loneliness is so great that it makes me think bad thoughts like that. Maybe Minho hyung was having important business or the loud arguing he heard last night still didn't make sense.

“Are you really not coming?”

I muttered to myself as I looked at the clock face and saw that it was probably time to close up shop. It seems like I have to find things to do to delay the closing of the shop by almost two hours. There are still a few customers wandering in at the shop to relieve loneliness. But the man I planned to wait for didn't come.

And I don't know where he's gone anymore.

ROOM 302  20:55

n.

I returned to my room at almost 9:00 p.m. today. There was so much luggage and materials that it made me tired to carry everything up to the room. The numbers on the white door remain the same every day. But what has changed is that there are more gray sheets of paper.

I took the gray piece of paper from the door with a feeling I couldn't explain. The farewell that was as if I was feeling hurt made me stand still for a long time. Why was he so interested in my feelings when he had another woman in the room? I put down the bags of things in my hand and opened the door to go inside. before hearing the sound of the door next door being pulled up

"Oh, it's you again."

The woman's voice greeted me in a good mood. He was carrying a bag with his belongings in his hand. before handing his free hand to me and speaking

"hello"

“Your name is Taehyun, right?”

“Uh.”

"You're really as cute as I said."

“My name is Dana and I'm Minho's younger sister.”

“Brother tells me stories about you every day.”

“Is that so?”

I know that I accidentally answered incoherently. It's probably because of the relationship that he revealed that I don't know what to say.

“It's a shame we should have known each other a long time ago.”

“But my brother came and chased me home first.”

"See you later."

He said goodbye to me in a good mood before waving at me and walking towards the elevator of the condo. I gave a smile that I couldn't explain my own emotions. It's like suddenly something happened that made me feel better like that.

I opened the door to my room and went inside, not forgetting to put a piece of gray paper in the drawer as usual. He lifted the remote control and turned on the music of his favorite singer before walking towards the kitchen. Ingredients for making cookies using the family's special recipe were picked up and prepared. Just the thought of hanging it on the door next door along with a piece of cream-colored paper as an apology made me smile in a good mood.

“Ding”

The oven alarm sounded and I immediately picked up my heat-resistant gloves and put them on. The oven door was opened and the delicious smell of cookies was inviting. I put the tray on the rack that was ready on the table. Before carefully selecting the beautiful pieces and putting them into cute patterned bags that were already ready.

The cream-colored piece of paper was picked up and written on again.

ROOM 301 05:30

n.

This morning I opened the door to my room in a good mood. A paper bag containing delicious cookies was hung on the black door of room number 301 with a cream-colored piece of paper with my message written on it.

I stood and smiled at the black door for a long time. before bending down to pick up a shoulder bag and umbrella on the floor He raised his hand and rubbed the cream-colored paper on the door several times, fearing that the wind would blow it away. I smiled at him one last time before finding a pen and drawing hearts on it and deciding to go to work.

I’ M YOUNG  COFFEE  14:00

n.

This afternoon it rained again. But inside the store, there are still quite a few customers stopping by. I sat and watched the hands on the clock dial, waiting for someone's arrival.

2 p.m.

3 p.m.

4 p.m.

It's time to close my shop again. But Minho still hasn't stopped by. It might be because of the heavy rain that made traveling so inconvenient. I could only think like that now that it was two hours past closing time like yesterday.

ROOM 301 19:00

n.

I returned to the condo as wet as yesterday. But these days, there's nothing more valuable than your own shoulder bag. I walked out of the elevator as soon as the silver doors opened. His steps were so fast that he almost ran to the front of his room to read the gray piece of paper that was probably posted on the door like he intended.

empty

On the door, I only had the room number. But the black door next to the room still had the cream-colored paper and paper bag that I hung from it. It seems that the owner of the room probably didn't see it or didn't care.

I opened the door to my room with a very bad feeling. It seems like everything we hoped for today didn't go as planned. Minho hyung didn't stop by my coffee shop. Khun Sam Zero One also did not have a message left on the paper like I wanted it to be.

I lay down on the bed, bored. He lifted the phone and turned it on slowly. It would have been better if that day I had agreed to draw the last number. So that you don't have to be distracted like this. It's my habit of thinking to myself and keeping quiet.

that causes oneself to be lonely

I’ M YOUNG COFFEE  16:00

n.

It's already the sixth day that an important customer of mine has disappeared. His favorite chair still sits in front of my counter every day. Whenever the clock hand warns me it's 2:00 p.m., I usually grind coffee beans and put them in a white coffee mug, ready to wait. But the man still hasn't stopped by.

"You don't like my coffee anymore?"

I could only speak to the white coffee cup in front of me.

ROOM 302  18:30

n.

I felt myself standing between the black door and the white door for several minutes. The door to my room was still empty. But the black door still had a bag of cookies and several sheets of cream-colored paper taped to it. I stood and read those words over and over even though I had written them down myself.

A message through letters and a thin sheet of cream-colored paper that I wanted the people in the next room to know.

I stood and read these sheets of paper for a long time before deciding to open the door to my room. The rustling sound outside let me know that it was raining again. I don't like the rain because besides making me wet, the sound of the rain makes me feel lonely. I lay down on my own soft bed. Try to close your eyes and think of many stories.

It seems like the person next to my room hasn't been here since the last day he stopped by my coffee shop. I feel really annoyed that I can't contact another person like this. Loneliness made me decide to open the drawer next to my bed. Reaching out, I picked up a pile of gray paper and read it in case it would help my mood.

But the more I read, the more lonely I feel. So lonely that I don't know when the tears flowed down. The flow made my eyes blurry and I couldn't read the words on those papers at all. I placed them in the drawer again before pushing them closed again. My tears are falling like raindrops right now.

It probably comes from loneliness as well.

I turned myself to face the white wall of the room. I used to imagine the people on the other side of the wall before we knew each other. I closed my eyes and raised my hand to gently stroke the wall. At this time, I really want him to come back.

“I'm lonely.”

“Can you come back, Minho-hyung?”

I’ M YOUNG COFFEE 16:00

n.

Today at the hair salon was not as hassle as the past few days. In fact, many customers still stop by every day. But maybe it's because my new assistant who just started work today can help me relieve some of the chaos. I started teaching Jiwon the basics before starting to train as a barista. He seemed so eager to learn that I was relieved.

“Pleng”

The sound of the white coffee cup that I had crushed the black beans in falling onto the floor was loud. Suddenly I felt pain in my heart until I was completely exhausted.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jiwon quickly put down the square in his hand and came to me at the counter.

“Ah, Jiwon.”

“Please help me save it for me.”

"I'm going to go wash my face a bit."

I ordered with Jiwon before walking to the bathroom. The sharp pain I felt just a moment ago made me fear something. I used the cold water to help me feel better before going back into the shop.

“I'm really good at making coffee.”

“Cookies are delicious”

“Teach me something.”

Jiwon said as he popped an unknown number of cookies into his mouth. Because the shop was about to close, there was enough free time for the two of us to sit and talk.

“Do everything else quickly first.”

“Take orders and remember the taste of the customer's coffee.”

I answered him while pouring the coffee beans into a new white cup and into the bucket next to me. Today is another day where the coffee beans in the cup were not brewed. I almost cried several times when I turned to look at him when he would come back.

Does Minho hyung know that I wait to write the last number on this glass every day?

ROOM 302    21:00 

n.

I closed the store later than the past few days because I had to teach Jiwon to remember the prices of drinks and snacks in the store. Stopped by to drop him off at home because today it was raining heavily again. I slowly walked out of the elevator as the silver doors opened. It seems that as we got closer to the room, the loneliness began to eat away at my heart as usual.

My door is still as empty as every day.

And the black door next to me still had my cream-colored paper on it.

I slowly raised my hand and caressed those papers. I never knew that missing someone would cause my heart to suffer this much. It's more than being lonely in the feeling of the person in the next room. His absence has made me realize in my heart how important he is to me.

My fingers gently traced the number on the door of the room. Where has he gone and when will he return? If only that day I had drawn the last number of my phone number. I wouldn't have to be as sad as I am now.

"miss"

“I miss you so much.”

I stood between the doors of the two rooms for several minutes. The sound of the rain outside didn't seem to have softened at all. Hearing the footsteps of my classmates and the sound of talking, I had to quickly raise my hand to wipe away my tears.

“Did you hear the news this afternoon?”

“What news?”

“In the middle of the day, a man who lives on our floor was hit by a car and died in front of the condo.”

“I see that you have good looks and are tall. My skin is a little tan.”

“It seemed like he was in such a hurry to go that he didn't even notice the cars coming.”

It's like my tears won't stop flowing now. I felt like my body couldn't move at all when I heard the two women talking. I just looked at the room number as if it represented another person. My body was shaking and I could hardly stand. Only my tear glands are working well right now. I said to the black door in front of me in case he heard it again.

“Uncle Minho”

“Don't leave me.”

“I didn't leave a single bit.”

His low voice and strong arms hugging me from behind.

I raised my hand to cover my mouth tightly. The warmth and happiness made my tears flow without stopping again.

“Do you miss me a lot?”

My back is still warm with strong arms. I stand still and let him hold me. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't a dream. I was so afraid that if I moved he would disappear.

“Go see work abroad. I can't contact you at all.”

“Sorry.”

Minho hyung hugged me tighter as he finished his sentence. I still stood still like that. Even if I have the strength to move or push him away right now But I won't do it.

It's this warm.

“Do you really miss me this much?”

Deep's voice teased me in a good mood, like he was about to laugh a little. The person behind me stood and hugged me tightly and read every message on the cream-colored paper in front of the door to me until the end. Before speaking and bending down to steal a kiss on my cheek.

“Why are you so cute?”

I just clenched my teeth but refused to turn around. Because I was so embarrassed to know how dark my face would be right now.

"What's so cute?"

"Let go and I'll go back to my room."

"I won't let you go."

“Huh, let it go.”

"I hate you already."

“Where do people who hate each other cry at the door?”

“Stubborn, we won't change.”

Minho hyung laughed a little before bending down to kiss my cheek again. I was really embarrassed, but I couldn't deny that it felt good.

“Aren't you tired just now?”

I asked some questions. It's not that I don't want him to hug me. But I think it's been several minutes since we stood like this. The other classmates looked at the two of us until I started to feel embarrassed as well.

"um"

"tired"

“Then you can go back to your room.”

“Taehyun”

“Uh”

“I want to drink coffee.”

“The shop is closed.”

“I want to eat now.”

“I would like to go and have coffee in room 302.”

There is a continuation at the bottom as usual.

There is part 2 as promised.

This part, we changed the writing to a narrative instead of Nong Nam's feelings. It may be full of loneliness and not as cute and cute as the first part (sorry

reader

Many people might expect it) because Nong Nam released a song and we really liked it. We feel that the song is lonely. So I decorated it in a lonely and confused way. I was confused when I read it myself???????? There's also Jiwon, the original Nok, who came as a guest. Little Bob is my second-in-law. If you don't give it to me, I'll give it to Bob. Haha.

Anyone who reads this please stop by and give your support ^^

I picked up the gray piece of paper and read it like every day.

Smiling at the few words on it.

We still communicate via text as usual.

Only it's not on the room door anymore....

His gray paper and my cream one were taped to our refrigerator.

The wall that separated my room from him has disappeared, along with the wall in my heart that used to be there.

Our room was larger but warmer than ever.

“Ah, the sound of rain falling again.”

But now I'm not lonely with the sound of rain anymore ^^