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vibranium-chakra · 4 years

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The Man Upstairs

A/N: Someone on here was interested in a tidbit where this happened with a BP guy, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing it lol. Something quick, something light.

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Faux locs still slightly wet and skin moisturized from a shower, you lay across your bed scrolling through Instagram. It was finally Friday and you'd been planning some self-care all week. Work was stressful, and a little drama between your friends left your brain fried and drained, so this time was vital. You planned on ordering your favorite meal via DoorDash while catching up on your favorite YouTubers, and then starting on a new Netflix series everyone on your timeline was talking about. Phone on Do Not Disturb. No friends, no annoying work emails; just Y/N and what Y/N wants.

Order placed and YouTube playing, you were cozy and at peace on the couch. To your dismay, you could've sworn you heard heavy boots stalk up the stairwell to the units above.You paused the video to listen intently, seeing if those footsteps would stop at the apartment above you. The acoustics and solidarity of the complex was shit, so if they took out their keys to open the door you'd hear it. A few moments passed by and nothing. Maybe they went away. A small sigh escaped your lips as you kicked your feet back up on the sectional.

CLANK

The sound of the metal door closing was audible. Were you trippin'? Just then, the heavy boots sound was back for a minute until it just sounded like regular footsteps, then the music started.

Shit. It was them.

Though the music was fairly low for now, you couldn't help the small rain cloud that crowded your mood. It wasn't a huge deal, but the Virgo in you hated when things didn't go according to plan. However, if he kept it at this volume, things may be okay you figured. A few clicks of the volume up on the TV and you continued your evening.

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Your settled mood lasted for about an hour. As the music continued and got louder, you would just turn up the TV. But it was getting ridiculous. You tried to listen for it outside the door, and even asked your DoorDash deliverer if they could hear it. Between the constant beating of the bass between the walls and the occasional thump of feet, you were at wit's end. Your new neighbor needed an advisory welcome, and you were glad to give it.

You slipped into your brown plush slides, locking your door behind you as you sauntered up the stairwell to the third floor. The cold wind would've normally bothered you, but you were too tunnel-visioned to care. You took a deep breath once you arrived at unit 305, rehearsing in your head just how you would have this convo. Unfortunately, this wasn't your first time so you had a good idea. Would it be a college student? A young single mother with a rambunctious child? A drug dealer with no sense of hearing? You rapped 4 times with heavy knuckles against the door, wrapping yourself in your arms as you waited. You unintentionally stared down at your pedicured white toes as the door opened, light from the inside hitting your feet.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt you. I'm-" your speech was cut short as you peered up at this neighbor. You weren't sure what you expected, but you didn't anticipate this.

A black man, some inches taller than you, stood inside. The first thing you noticed was his torso, scattered with uniform cuts along his abs, chest and forearms. Did he do them himself? What did they mean? Why did they look so damn good? They glistened with sweat by way of the dining room ceiling light; as a matter of fact all of him did. He was shirtless. He must've been working out. The room released an aroma of some kind of oil and sweat.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to come up and say hi." His voice snatched you from your thoughts. Gruff, but buttery smooth and foreign. He wasn't from around here. For God's sake you would've noticed him anywhere in town. You looked up to meet his eyes nervously, swallowing spit before you spoke. Sexy man was expecting you?

"Ah-h yeah, hey I'm from downstairs."

"I know, you're the one with the plants on the balcony," he chuckled a little before finishing, "that's dope, ma. I'm Erik, I just moved in last month."

He placed his hand out to shake, sporting a killer smile that sat under gold fangs and a set of dimples. Did Jesus send this man? You placed your hand in his, plastering on a polite smile to cover your lack of words.

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you announced back, finding comfort in his surprisingly soft hand in yours.

"Y/N, pretty. What can I do for you miss Y/N?" He recited your name confidently, and you watched his lips move as if they were in slow motion. A cold breeze shivered up your arm, reminding you why you were out here in the 48 degree weather in the first place.

"I came up about the music, and the working out."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was here," he paused to turn the music down from his phone.

"It's fine. Well it's not, but thank you. I know you're usually gone in the daytime and I'm gone at night, so I guess it never came up."

"You been clocking me miss?" He leaned against the doorway, smirking and folding his muscular arms. Okay nigga, relax.

"Actually I haven't, I just noticed the unknown Jaguar parked near mine and figured it had to be yours." You shrugged a little. "It's nice."

"So you haven't been watching me, just my car. Okay I'll take it, thank you." His boldness prompted shy chuckles from you. The smooth motherfucker. He knew he was attractive and had no problem using it to his advantage. Granted, you probably would've gave him some play in a heartbeat. But he didn't need to know that.

"Anything else I can help you with miss Y/N?" Stop saying my damn name like that, you thought. The offer sounded innocent, but his sly, lip-biting survey of your body up and down held an innuendo of something else. You looked down at yourself, noticing your semi-hardened nipples protruding against your shirt and the beginning of ash forming against your ankles. Your arms flew up in defense, folding against your chest. Erik wasn't the least bit fazed by your nervousness, facial expression still full of interest.

"Uhhh no, that's all. You know actually, there's a gym nearby if you need to work out. It's 24 hours."

"Yeah? I'll have to have you show me sometime beautiful. You seem pretty well acquainted with the area," he crossed his chiseled arms across his chest, drawing your attention back to his ripped torso. You needed to get out of this now.

"Sure, I'll show you sometime. Thank you again for the music."

"No problem, you feel free to come up and fuss at me anytime miss Y/N."You turned towards the stairwell, and heard the metal door meet the lock as you descended down. You let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. While you did value your free time and peace, Erik was definitely worth the upstairs trip. The image of his smile and perfect body clouded your brain for the rest of the night in Unit 205.

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