Danny groans and scrambles for his cellphone, ducking down behind the stool just as one of the glass covers falls to the ground and shatters. “Uh oh, that’s not good…” he mutters over his brother’s heckling. Oh, yeah, that was so amazing. You should do it again - “Shut up, shut up, shut up! I, uh, gotta go… Tell mom and dad I’m eating and sleeping and whatever, bye.” Danny ends the call with a sigh. He’s not sure what he should be more worried about. The broken glass or the thumping coming from downstairs… ( how many noise complaints were considered too many noise complaints, again? )
“Mom, I just saw you less than two weeks ago – are you missing me that much already?” Jiyeon’s eyebrows were raised as she studied her mother’s pained expression on the screen of her phone. Despite having a busier day than usual, the vocalist made it a point to FaceTime her mother—same day, same time, on the dot, weekly. The scoff that came through the other line was enough to make Jiyeon erupt with laughter, falling back onto the pillows neatly stacked at the head of her bed. ‘I miss you all the time, Jiyeon. That’s not going to change no matter how much you video call me.’
Before Jiyeon could start her response of, I miss you too, mom, there was an unbelievably loud crashing noise from upstairs. Jiyeon shot upward, dropping her phone onto the bed in the process, as she stared up at the ceiling, completely aghast.
‘What was that?’ Jiyeon was too busy cursing BLUE.M’s name to whatever gods were out there to respond to her mother’s panicked query. ‘Honey!’
“Mom, I’m going to have to call you back—I’m sorry! I love you! I promise I’ll call back!” Her words were rushed as she scrambled to tap the end call button on her phone screen, pulling herself up to a standing position on her bed and banging on the ceiling in the same beat. Sometimes she wasn’t sure just exactly what she was thinking when she decided to move in to the apartment directly beneath that of Yuseong’s newest boy group.
Hopping off the bed and grabbing her phone, she practically beelined out her front door and toward the stairs. Despite the loud noises that came a little too often from her rowdy upstairs neighbors, she felt a bit of a responsibility to ensure that there were no injured ( or worse ) idols as a result of their shenanigans.