friendly neighborhood nuisance ☊ woobin & luhan
Luhan often wondered how much the neighbors downstairs hated him. He supposed it all depended on how much they could hear him tumbling around in the open area of his studio apartment (he'd forgone a lot of furniture just to have that open space), and while he was often light on his feet, there had to be some thumps at three in the morning when he missed a landing and crashed to the hardwood floor below, right? They probably thought he was a hooligan--and, in some ways he was. Probably more ways than one, now that he thought about it.
Which was why he was glad that his next door neighbor was someone he knew, at least. He could kick off their adjoining wall and do a back twist off of it and Woobin wouldn't complain. Rather, the older male would probably pop by and as what was for dinner, to which Luhan would reply that he didn't have food and that they should probably go to the convenience store and buy some ramen.
As it stood, though, Luhan had just come back from a rather long shift at the record store. There had been some kind of signing for an up and coming idol group, and while Luhan had wanted to maybe ask a few questions to the young lads himself concerning idol life, the store had been far too crowded with overzealous fans and he hadn't even had the chance to make eye contact with any of them. After it was all said and done, the record store was left in shambles, and he and only one other coworker was left to clean up. And so, after arriving back at his apartment, he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the couch, immediately succumbing to sleep.
Or, at least, that was his plan. However, as soon as his head hit the couch cushions, he leard a loud knocking at his door. Letting out a tired groan, he sat up and, after rolling his neck, dragged himself to the door, not at all surprised to see who was there. "Ah, Woobin. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His words were sarcastic, but nonetheless, his ever present playful smile was splayed across his lips.
