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Guy In Apartment 12c

Goo Gunil

Summary: Everyone in your apartment complex warned you to stay away from the guy who lives in apartment 12c. That would probably be easier to do if you didn’t live right across the hall in apartment 11c.

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“Oh are you moving in?” an old lady asked you as you exited the elevator, carrying some boxes.

“Yeah, I am,” you answered, readjusting your hold on the boxes weighing heavy in your arms.

“Can I ask which apartment?” She looked at you sweetly.

“Uh 11c,” you told. The old lady's face falls. It makes a bad feeling bubble up in your stomach. Did something bad happen in your apartment? “What’s wrong? Did something bad happen there?” you question.

“Oh no no, dear. It’s your neighbor across the hall in 12c. He’s a psycho murderer. You better be careful. Stay away from him,” she warned you.

“Grandma stop, you’re scaring them.” A guy who looked to be around your age appeared.

“I know it’s scary, but it’s true. I can hear him drag the bodies across the floor. Then the thumping as he chops them up,” the old lady tells dramatically.

“Grandma I’m sure that’s not what you’re hearing. Now come on I’m sure they have lots of unpacking to do. We shouldn’t keep them any longer.” The boy begins to usher his grandma down the hall. The grandma bid you a goodbye and you began to walk towards your apartment door till you heard a voice.

“My grandma is right about staying away from him though. I know for a fact he does drugs. I saw a needle fall out of his pocket one time,” the boy called out from further down the hall before entering what you assume is his apartment. You finished the short couple of steps to your apartment door. You bend down to temporarily set down the boxes of your belongings. Standing back up straight you can’t help but send a look across the hall. Looking at the silver numbers 12c adorning the door. Certainly he couldn’t be a bad guy you reasoned, but then again how did such crazy rumors get spread about him? Shaking your head you turn back to your apartment door and unlock it. You picked the boxes back up from the floor and headed into your new apartment.

Over the course of the next couple of months you heard even more stories about the guy who lives in 12c.

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“My brother told me that he’s a vampire,”a young boy told you while you were in the laundry room. He sat on top of one of the machines as his mom was busy loading in their laundry.

“A vampire?” you say, reaching into the dryer to pull your clothes out.

“Yes, a vampire. He never leaves his apartment during the day. He only goes out at night. My brother told me that he saw blood droplets on his shirt once.” The little boy leaned closer to whisper the last sentence to you.

“Is that so?” you humored him. The little boy eagerly nodded at you.

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“You’re the one who moved into 11c right?” A man asked you.

“Yes, why?” you responded.

“Well the guy who lives across from you, he’s a hitman,” the guy states. You let out a light scoff.

“How do you know that he’s a hitman?” you question the dude.

“I overheard him talking on the phone once,” the guy said. You motioned for him to go on. “ He said and I quote, ‘I took care of him sir. He won’t be a bother anymore.’ Then he hung up.” You admit the supposed words do sound strange, but without context a lot of things can appear to be strange.

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“If you ever run into the guy who lives apartment 12c don’t look into his eyes.” A girl who you found out was the same age as you advised you.

“Umm why?” you asked.

“He does blackmagic. He can cast a curse upon you just by looking into your eyes,” she tells you. You seriously wonder if the people who tell you these stories about your neighbor hear themselves sometimes.

“How do you know he does blackmagic?” you poked.

“Oh I was friends with the lady who used to live in the apartment next to him. She told me that she could hear him chanting things in a foreign language and the smell of wax candles would waft through the air vents into her room,” the girl informs you.

“Right, well thanks for telling me,” you say.

“Of course. We have to look out for each other when such evil lurks nearby, especially you. I don’t know how you’re brave enough to live right across the hall from him.” Probably because you don’t believe any of the rumors about him. “You know if you ever need to seek refuge I live on the floor right under you. Same apartment number as you too. I’m 11b.” It’s not the first time one of the people who live in the same apartment complex as you offered you their room if you ever needed to get away from the “psycho” in 12c. It was a sweet gesture, but it made you really curious about what the guy in 12c was really like.

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After five months of living in your new apartment you finally ran into the guy who lives in 12c. You were scheduled to work the overnight shift at your workplace for the week. You opened the door to leave your apartment at the exact same time the guy from 12c did. Naturally you did what everyone else in your apartment complex advised you not to do. You talk to him.

“Hi,” you said. The guy looked a bit stunned about you initiating a conversation with him.

“Hi.” Nonetheless he replied to you.

“I’m y/n. I moved in five months ago,” you introduced yourself.

“I’m Gunil.” After months of being curious about the guy in 12c you finally know his name. You walked down the hall together with him, but where you stopped at the elevator he kept walking to take the stairs. You find yourself feeling disappointed. You wanted to talk to him more. You hoped that maybe you would run into him again when you got off from work, however much to your disappointment you didn’t.

The next day, technically night, you ran into him again. It’s enough for you to piece together that whatever job he works he must work the overnight shift like you’re doing this week for your job. You decided to ask him yourself to be sure.

“Are you headed to work?” you questioned him, making your walk to the elevator.

“Yeah I work the graveyard shift,” he informs you.

“Me too, well this week I am,” you tell him with a smile. Again you can see that he’s a bit surprised. He’s probably not used to people talking to him, you inferred. This time he nods you a goodbye when you stop at the elevator and he continues on to the stairs.

The rest of your work week you keep initiating some small talk on your very short, too short for your liking, interactions with Gunil. Even though they’re short conversations you really don’t understand where all these crazy rumors about Gunil came from. He seemed like a completely normal guy to you.

Normally you hated working the nightshift, but now that week is over and you know you won’t get to see Gunil anymore you find yourself actually wanting to work the nightshift. It made you feel a bit pathetic too. You wanted to work the nightshift just to see some guy that you hardly even knew. You wanted to see a guy who you spoke maybe fifthteen sentences to. Yet the next week you found yourself pushing that pathetic feeling away as you volunteered to work the nightshift.

A bright smile appeared on your face as you left your apartment at the late hour of the night, finding Gunil leaving his apartment too.

“Working the graveyard shift again?” This time you’re the one who wears a surprised expression. Because Gunil just initiated a conversation with you?

“Yep. Apparently I did such a good job that they want me to work the nightshift again.” This was clearly a lie, but you couldn’t tell him that you volunteered to work the shift just to see him.

“Careful, they might make you permanently work the overnight shift like me,” he tells you.

“Would that be so bad?” You smiled at him again. Maybe you’re going crazy, but you swear you see a shade of pink paint his cheeks.

“Yeah, It’ll make the people who live here start saying that you’re a vampire,” he states with a playful eye roll.

“You know about that?” you laughed lightly.

“It’s not like they talk about it secretly.” You were so busy wrapped up in your conversation with Gunil that you didn’t even notice he was now waiting for the elevator with you instead of going his normal route to the stairs. Not until the elevator dinged and he motioned for you to head inside. You entered the elevator and he followed right after you.

“Well then you know the rumor would be that you turned me into a vampire,” you say, watching the elevator doors closed. Gunil chuckles at your words. Your heart lights up, you want to hear him laugh again.

“I mean if you want me to,” he joked, stepping a bit closer to you. If you were anyone else in your apartment complex you would feel scared, but since you’re you, your heart fluttered.

“I think I’d like to stay human a bit longer.” You raised your hand up.

“As you wish.” Gunil stepped back and you kinda wished he stayed closer to you. The elevator dinged, arriving all too quickly in the lobby for your liking. Gunil and you exited the elevator and then the apartment complex, heading your separate ways.

“Y/n are you ok!? Mrs. Walker said she saw Gunil follow you into the elevator!” The girl who’s your age and who you found out is named Samantha frantically checked you over for injuries. “He didn’t hex you did he?”

“No, I’m fine,” you reassured her. You honestly can’t believe that the people living in the apartment complex really thought these things about Gunil.

“Oh that’s a relief I was so worried.” She hugged you. You awkwardly hugged her back, giving her two pats on the back.

You nervously pick at your nails the next night when you run into Gunil. You take a breath, gathering the courage to ask Gunil your question.

“Do you maybe want to grab a meal together when you get off work?” You were too nervous to even look at Gunil. The silence you’re met with after asking him wasn’t helping. “O-or not no pressure I-I just thought-”

“That sounds nice,”Gunil answered you mid ramble. A smile breaks out on your face.

“Great. Could I get your number then? So you could message me when you’re free from work,” you quickly explained. Gunil smiles at you. You want to see his smile more. He sticks out his hand, asking for your phone. You happily hand it over to him. You stare at his newly created contact as you leave your apartment for work.

The two of you met up at a cafe for your planned meal together, which you guess was technically breakfast.

“I was really surprised when you talked to me, you know?” Gunil stated as he took a bite of his food.

“Did you think I would believe all the rumors the residents told me about you?” you questioned.

“Kinda. Everyone else does,” Gunil admits.

“Well I don’t really like to believe things unless I see them for myself and I never saw you dragging any dead bodies, or doing drugs, or burning in the sun, or being a hitman,” you let out a chuckle. “I think that one’s my favorite. What else was there? Oh right! You never cursed me so I ruled out practicing blackmagic pretty quickly,” you told him.

“Oh so the rumor about me hiding from the F.B.I isn't a thing anymore or maybe you just haven't heard it yet.”

“Hiding from the F.B.I?” You repeated in disbelief. Gunil nods.

“Story goes, I moved into the apartments because I committed treason in my home country, so I fled here to hide from the F.B.I.” he tells you.

“Oh my gosh. I don’t know if that’s crazier than…actually all the rumors about you are quite crazy,” you say.

“Oh I know,” Gunil agrees.

“Why don’t you do anything about them?” you questioned him, taking a sip of your cooling drink.

“Because I find them funny. They give me a good laugh,” he told you.

“They don’t bother you at all? Don’t you ever get lonely with everyone avoiding like their life depends on it,” you state laughing at the dramatics of your sentence.

“Sometimes, but not really. This may be surprising, but I do have friends,” he said.

“No way! I have friends too!” you announced.

“We have so much in common,” Gunil remarks.

“We should just date then.” The words fell from your mouth before you could think about them. “I-I mean,” you started to backtrack, but Gunil cuts in.

“Here I thought this was a date,” he flirts.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was,” you tell him.

“Then it is,” Gunil declares.

You and Gunil continued to go on breakfast dates for the rest of the week. Over the course of your dates you found out the truth behind the so-called rumors about him.

The dragging and chopping of “dead bodies” that the grandma swears to hear is actually just Gunil working out. He has to drag the workout bench from where he keeps it pressed against the wall in his tiny apartment. The chopping sound is actually the sound of him doing jumping jacks or other forms of jumping workouts.

The needle that the grandma’s grandson saw was because Gunil is actually a vet. He accidentally took one of the injection needles home from a round of giving puppies their shots. It just so happened to fall out in front of the grandson, leading him to jump to his own conclusion about it.

The rumor about him being a vampire you already debunked when you found out he worked the nightshift, but it was still nice to have confirmation. Gunil has been working the nightshift at the vet clinic he worked at for three years now, so yeah the residents never really did see Gunil out during the daytime. The blood droplets on his shirt that lead to his blood sucking rumor were actually ketchup stains that he got from dropping a french fry on himself.

Your favorite rumor about him being a hitman based on the strange phone call that the man heard. Was really just Gunil telling his boss about how he caught the guy that was stealing pet food from their clinic.

Finally the rumor about him taking part in doing blackmagic stemmed back to his apprenticeship days. Gunil was studying medicine terminology which most of them happen to have latin roots, hence the “chanting in a foreign language”. The smell of wax candles wafting in through the air vent was actually the scent of Gunil’s oil lamp that he used to light his room because he liked the ambience of it.

All the crazy rumors about your now boyfriend were simply ridiculous and stemmed from peoples overactive imaginations. You’re kinda glad that they existed though because without them you wouldn’t have taken an interest in the guy from apartment 12c. The guy who you should stay away from. He’s now the guy that you always want by your side. In fact you want him by your side so much so that after two years of dating Gunil, he is no longer the guy in apartment 12c, but the guy in 11c or as you like to call him your fiancé.

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