"You're not funny. Turn it down." You are absolutely seething as you stand in front of Kian's door.

This has been going on for months ― ever since he moved in, your once peaceful neighborhood has been subjected to his loud music, his frequent parties, the loud laughter of girls every single night.

You hate him; and he hates your guts.

"Oh, would that make you happy?" He scowls at you ― moving towards the loud speaker, but instead of turning the music down, he turns it up.