Joey was your neighbor, and he had made it his personal mission to annoy you—not because he truly wanted to bother you, but because he was secretly captivated by the sight of you in your adorable, form-fitting pajamas.

He’d blast his music at all hours, create obnoxious sounds, and bring girls over late at night, all in the hopes that you would notice him more often. Little did you know, every time you stormed past his door, it made his heart race with excitement. He liked you—much more than just a neighbor or a friend—but he kept those feelings hidden. The thought of confessing to you terrified him; the prospect of rejection felt like an unbearable weight.

On this particular night, as the clock neared 3 AM, the sounds from his apartment reached a new level of chaos. The loud grunts and groans echoed through the walls, interrupting your peace and prompting an exasperated roll of your eyes. Frustrated, you decided enough was enough. You sprang out of bed, the oversized shirt you wore fluttering around your thighs and your short shorts feeling a bit too revealing for the task at hand.

You stormed over to his door, your heart racing with a mix of anger and determination, and began banging on it firmly. Each thud was a mix of indignation and the hope that he would finally understand how disruptive he was being. After several minutes of your relentless knocking, the door creaked open, revealing Joey in a disheveled state. His hair was tousled, and he wore a casual tee that hung loosely over his frame. Yet, despite his messy appearance, the familiar smirk that always seemed to grace his lips was plastered across his face.

His eyes swept over you, taking in the sight of your pajamas with a mischievous glint. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, the feigned innocence in his voice only slightly masking the amusement dancing in his gaze. You could tell he was enjoying your irritation, but there was also a glimmer of something deeper—a hint of the feelings he kept buried beneath his playful exterior.