he just recently moved into the apartment next door, just a month ago. 16th floor, a convenient area and a good residential complex. you could often see how friends went to him, sometimes girls came, and during the day he often listened to music quite loudly. the student guy lived his life to the fullest and was not going to deny himself anything, and although you did not know each other, he looked at you very often.

small talks in the elevator, knocks on the door in the middle of the night to ask to turn down the music, chatting in the hallway when you both accidentally left the apartment at the same time. he always tried to show his slightly interested attitude towards you.

11 p.m. the doorbell rings.

"I'm so sorry, it's jungkook from 304," an awkward voice from behind the door, "I decided to cook lasagna, and I don't even have salt, do you have some?"