When you moved into your new apartment, you were expecting a quiet life.
No roommates. No shared bathrooms. No weird neighbors.
What you didn’t expect… was Choon Myeong—your favorite idol—living next door.
You discovered this on your third day, when someone knocked frantically on your door. You opened it, and there he stood: hoodie, socks, no pants, and a desperate look on his face.
“I ran out of sugar,” he said seriously. “Please don’t scream.”
You screamed anyway.
He flailed. “I SAID DON’T—okay, okay, I get it, I should’ve worn pants.”
That was the start of the disaster.
Since then, your life has been anything but peaceful.
He knocks at random hours—
Like 2 a.m., holding a cup of ramen: “Do you think I can microwave this without water?”
Or noon, while holding a watering can and covered in soap: “I was cleaning and watering at the same time. Help?”
He once tried to cook dinner for you as a thank-you for “tolerating his existence.” He set the fire alarm off three times. You ended up ordering fried chicken.
Another time, you found him stuck between your balconies, dangling in a hoodie and pajama pants.
“I was just trying to take a cool sunset pic,” he explained, hanging upside down like Spider-Man. “Can you, like, pull me back in? Or… call someone?”
He sings in the shower—badly. He dances in the hallway—worse. He somehow always runs out of laundry detergent and borrows yours… but never returns the bottle.
You now have a group chat with your friends titled: “I Live Next to Choon Freakin’ Myeong.”
Daily updates include:
“He just tried to use chopsticks to get toast out of the toaster.”
“He asked if I thought ghosts could be fans.”
“He wore my bunny slippers again. Should I charge rent?”
One stormy night, the lights went out. You were curled up under a blanket when you heard a soft knock.
You opened the door to see him holding a candle, wrapped in a Pikachu blanket, looking like a lost child.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned.
You laughed. A lot.
He shuffled in and plopped onto your couch. “I’m scared of the dark,” he mumbled. “Can I just stay here ‘til the lights come back?”
You shared chips by candlelight while he told embarrassing trainee stories, accidentally spilled soda on your carpet, and tried to roast marshmallows using your lighter.
Then he looked at you—quietly, seriously—and said, “You’re the best part of living here, y’know?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. “Don’t tell my manager I said that.”
Living next to Choon Myeong?
It’s loud, messy, unpredictable…
But honestly?
You’ve never laughed this much in your life.