You’re the most noisy neighbor but you’re also hot as fuck so now I don’t know if I just stare at you or yell at your face.
yixing is the lousy neighbor living in apt. #349
Yixing is having a really hard semester.
He has lessons plans on Biology that are half done and due for the end of the month, a Friday morning kinder class he is never ever ready for, a black cat taking occupancy in his room, three books on herbs who have decided to come to life and grow flora inside his apartment, and three thousand others things seemingly coming to life without his permission. He’s honestly surprised none of his neighbors have come in to complain, but the guesses the spell he created really does keep noise from slipping through the four walls surrounding him.
He just never thought about casting a silencing spell on the floor.
There’s a knock on his door and Yixing gasps, all the pens and paper that had been floating mid-air dropping to the floor. Yixing panics, looking at the messy state of his apartment.
“Shit, shit,” he curses, as he begins to pull at this hair, patting it down to make it more presentable as he stands in the middle. His looks around him, and he feels frustration well up in his chest. He sighs and closes his eyes, before extending his hands and speaking in a commanding voice.
“Messy and mucky with nothing in its place. A guest at the door with a human face. Clean and tidy is how it should be. So arrange thyself for it be!“
When Yixing opens the door, the last of his books are sliding underneath the couch, and he smiles wide at the stranger by his door.
“Hello,” Yixing says, a smile on his face. “Can I help you?”
