oceanbreezey

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“I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.”

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FANFICS & THE BOY NEXT DOOR ! Lee Heeseung (TEASER)

FANFICS & THE BOY NEXT DOOR ! — lee heeseung (TEASER)

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pairing: boynextdoor!heeseung x fem!reader

rating: PG-15

genre: romantic-comedy.

warning(s): suggestive content ! kissing ! mentions of alcohol ! swearing ! heeseung is an absolute jerk so beware ! nicknames ! flirting ! tension filled fic ! content that makes you wanna kick your feet and runaway ! kinda inspired by the movie it’s a boy girl thing but with my own twist !

teaser word-count: 1.2K !

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synopsis: As an aspiring writer, your occasional routine consists of writing fan stories about your favorite boy band. Like any other writer, your inspiration is what makes you thrive. It isn’t until you start experiencing a bad case of writer's block that you start getting your inspiration from somewhere else, lee heeseung, your good for nothing neighbor. Despite the both of you bumping heads, it appears that the boy next door can actually be good for something. You need inspiration, and he’s giving it to you. unknowingly, that is.

authors note: this is a sneak peak of my first ever fic that I plan on posting soon, I really hope you all enjoy n’ feedback is vv much appreciated as well likes n’ reblogs !! thanks so much n’ big thank you to @dazed-hee n’ @yenqa as well as @amakumos for beta reading for me so far !! happy reading <3

Nathan's fingertips sat against her cheek as she blushed a redder color, the lips she had previously admired from a distance now pressing against her own. Their opportunity and timing had finally come. She was indescribably happy as she heard the sweet-nothings' whispers. He adored her. She was—

“I like big butts, and I cannot lie; you other brothers can’t deny!”

Your upper lip quivered in annoyance at the abrupt interruption as you groaned. The final chapter of your story, “Lovesick,” was about halfway finished. The tale of a young resident who develops feelings for her supervisor. It was the epitome of the cliché criteria, for sure.

You were nearly finished writing the final chapter. Nathan and Sophie, two of your characters, got into a fight outside in the rain. All leading to a passionate love confession and rainy-day kiss, but just as you were about to type your twist, you realized the thought had vanished. It was Friday night, and your obnoxious neighbor—who is typically out doing who knows what—was at home, playing none other than Sir Mixalot.

You were on a strict schedule here; your occasional routine consisted of signing into a website by the name of “Celestial Archives.” It was a site where writers could upload their works and share them with others, but this wasn’t just any webpage. Celestial Archives catered primarily to fans—girls, guys, and anyone else who had their own aspirations about the celebrities they admired. You posted on that fanfiction website under the handle beevrse pretty much every Friday night at exactly eleven o'clock sharp.

Your archive includes not one but two top-ranked stories among readers. Your content was mainly directed at the fans of the boy band Cypher, which you absolutely adored. Cypher is a five-member band, with their usual concept running between dark and mysterious. The group consists of the members Eunhyuk, Yeonwoo, Jungmin, Dae, and your personal favorite, Nathan.

Every member of the group contributed in their own unique way. Dae, the charismatic leader, was also occasionally known for his acting. Yeonwoo was known as a sexy performer; the fandom liked his seductiveness; it’s what made him unique. Jungmin, who was seen as the responsible one, was like the mother of the group. Nathan was known to be the kind and sensitive one, but his duality is what got to people the most. Despite what his critics claim, Eunhyuk was fairly mature for his age, despite being the maknae.

Except for the occasional shift you managed to pick up at your local convenience store, writing fanfiction was essentially your job. This was important to you, but with the consistent distractions from the boy next door, it had put you back by an hour. There was absolutely no way you were going to get this chapter uploaded.

The bursting instrumental pulled you back from your thoughts; your neighbor’s voice could still be heard audibly from your room. It was clear that his window was open and that he was doing this intentionally. He wanted a reaction, and boy, you were determined not to give it to him.

Your feet nervously tap against the soft pink carpet beneath your desk, a habit you developed whenever you were stressed or anxious. The digits displayed on your computer screen flicked up to yet another number, while the vocalizations next door seemed to get even louder. if that were possible.

You muttered, “You've got to be kidding me,” with a sneer. If you stood up and walked over to your window, what was the worst that could happen? You let your mind stray to all the potential outcomes. The debate of whether or not he’d apologized roamed in your mind. You already knew he wouldn't, but it didn’t hurt to try.

You rose from your desk chair and took a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself you made sure to let go of any resentment you had for your neighbor before the upcoming confrontation you knew you were going to have. Making your way towards your rugged window, the silhouette of the other clearly came into view. As you moved closer to your rugged window, the other's figure became clearly viewable. He was dancing around in his room; a few items of clothing were visibly scattered around, and you could just make out the faint outline of the posters that were hanging on his walls.

The subtle sound of squeaking cascaded into your ears as you pushed your window up, peaking your head out towards the direction of his room.

“Hey!” you yelled, trying to get his attention as your voice got lost within the blaring music, “Hey!”

You must’ve been yelling for a good five minutes until his figure became perceptible, his eyes meeting yours almost immediately. There he was in all his glory, a few strands of his hair falling over his eyes to perfectly frame his features despite being a little unruly in style. The shadows of the darkness located around his room allured the structure of his jawline up to his perfectly slender nose. His eyes were hidden behind those few strands of hair that were burning into your fuming form, while a devilish smirk appeared visible on his pearly pink lips. Clearly, due to his successful attempt at getting a reaction out of you.

His attire ranges from casual sleepwear to a comfortable look. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of classic gray sweatpants that fell loosely at his waistline. His head tilted to the left, causing the silver chain that remained around his neck to sway with his motion.

“Can I help you?”

“Could you turn that down?” “I'm trying to write an essay.” You spoke, raising your voice in volume; given the distance between you two, you needed to be sure the other could hear you.

It's not like you flat-out lied, though. He just wouldn't know that because a little white lie never hurt anyone, but the open Google Document tab located on your computer stated otherwise.

“An essay? Really?” His voice full of disbelief, a faint chuckle escaped his lips as his mouth elevated into a modest smile.

“Yes, it’s due tomorrow. I have to hurry and finish it, so can you please lower that?”

“No.”

No? Did he really just tell me no? Your eyes twitched, and your thoughts were filled with rage over your neighbor's refusal to turn down the music. Your hands gripped the wood of your window frame as you stared at him. The air that was once filled with your fake sincerity now replaced with a sudden frustration and awkwardness of silence.

“Look, Heesong-”

“Seung. It’s Heeseung.” He scoffed, He shook his head at your blatantly intentional error.

“Right, Heeseung. I really have to get this in immediately-” Your words were cut off once again, the other interrupted you, preventing you from finishing your sentence.

“Tomorrow, Right?” He asked, “Don’t you go to StoneWell?”

You nodded, your eyebrows rising in skepticism as you weren't sure where this conversation was headed or how it could possibly relate to your current situation.

“Okay, so, if you go to StoneWell then you would know we’re off for the next two weeks. Meaning, there isn’t any homework or presentations for the time being.”

His face was beaming with amusement as he watched your eyes widen at the startling revelation—the crucial little detail that you had somehow managed to skip over. You had been caught in your own lie and not just by anyone, but by lee heeseung, your good for nothing neighbor.

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