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minjuwrites · 4 years

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“Hey, Neighbor.”

A/N: Hey guys! I am back and with a different kinda story?? I decided to write for Beomgyu of TXT! Honestly, ever since these boys were announced I've been obsessed with their music and I’m so happy to see them get the recognition they deserve for how hard they work. I’m sorry it’s not a BTS fic, I know I have been promising a Jungkook one, but I've been having a writer's block and the amount of time I put into it I don't want to write something half-assed just to finish it! Hope you guys understand and depending on how this goes there might be more TXT content for you guys! Thank you guys for all the likes and reposts, it honestly makes me so so incredibly happy and motivated and it really makes me so happy!

WARNINGS: light angst? (Not really I mean it seems like it will turn that way but good ending!)

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In the quiet district of Buk-gu if you listen closely you can hear the plucks of a guitar’s strings in the late night. If you listen even deeper, a sweet melodic voice will fill your ears and lull you to sleep. Fortunately, Y/N Y/L/N is able to hear these sounds every night. It started when she was younger, albeit the guitar was much more scratchy and off beat and the voice was more squeaky but, as time passed the boy on the other side of the wall only improved. Some nights she was lucky enough to hear him from the balcony of their apartments and as time passed so did Y/N’s love for the voice that always seemed to drift her off to sleep. Strangely, despite being neighbors, she's only seen the boy a handful of times and only for a short minute, usually when he was returning or exiting his apartment. There was one time where he held the elevator for you and the entire seven floors up you had butterflies in your stomach. You tried to memorize every part of him you could without looking too closely. He was tall and slender, his dark hair contrasted against his light beige skin. The more of him you took in the more stuffy and small the elevator seemed to get. And as soon as the ping of the elevator sounded you were nodding your head and rushing to your apartment door without a second glance at the boy.

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This month has been hell, with final exams and graduation quickly approaching you were struggling to retain as much information as you could. You had worked your ass off these four years trying your hardest to get into a good university in Seoul. As much as you loved Daegu, you craved the bustling streets and busy people. As you sit at your desk re-reading the same sentence for the tenth time now your eyes wander to the balcony window. Checking the time the red lights flash 1:00 A.M. You wondered if the boy next store was studying as well. Did he have exams too? Maybe he has already graduated? He didn’t look much older than you but, not once have you seen his face in your school. The more you think about him the more your mind stirs and you force yourself back to reality and the boring textbook in front of you. As you read the question again, frustration fills your body, your mind could read the question but it skipped over processing it. With a sigh you push yourself off your chair and make your way to the balcony for some fresh air. The night air has a nip to it and you settle yourself on the wooden chair facing the empty streets. It's so quiet all you can hear is the sound of the wind blowing past your ears as if they were telling you little secrets. As a single car passes down the road you close your eyes imagining what it was like now in Seoul. It must be early for them. Taxis are likely passing through the roads trying to get happy people home after a night of going out. It must not feel this lonely as you did now. Looking at your phone you check the time: 1:30 A.M.

Deciding to grab your textbook and notebook you hoped to get at least an hour of studying in before sleeping. You settled on continuing on the balcony letting the cold air be a natural energizer. After a couple minutes of you switching between scrolling through your phone and trying to read the pages in front of you, the sound of a sliding door makes you raise your head. There he was; dressed in a basic white shirt and dark sweats with a sleek acoustic guitar in his hand. His hair is disheveled and you can see the way his body is begging for sleep, he doesn’t even notice you at first until a gush of wind has your papers rattling. His eyes grow big as he looks at you, he takes a moment to look over the sight in front of him. Your hair is tied loosely and you wear a sweater and baggy shorts, he can’t help but blush at how beautiful you look. To him, the light of the moon has you glowing more than usual and he has to remember to keep breathing. His eyes look at the textbook and notebook in front of you and he feels guilty for interrupting your studying. He turns around to head back to his room deciding to be considerate and practice his music inside to not disturb you. As soon as he opens the door your voice rings out.

“Oh, I don't mind.” You smile at the tired boy. “The sound actually helps me focus.”

He smiles back shutting the door and makes his way to the wicker chair. He tries to hide his giddiness as he realizes this is the first time he's heard your voice so clearly. As soon as he sits down he takes a quick glance at your eager figure before strumming the chords of a new song he had been practicing.

I’m lying on the moon,

My dear, i'll be there soon

It’s a quiet and starry place

Time’s we’re swallowed up

In space, we’re here a million miles away.

You stare in awe at the smoothness of his voice, even after all these years of hearing it you had never been this close to him. Your body relaxes to the sounds and you continue to write your notes, all the stress seems to leave your body and you can't help the small smile that rests on your lips. Through the night the boy next door plays song after song for hours. As you write the last page of your notes you stretch and let out a yawn before intensely watching the boy finish the song he was currently playing. As he strums the last chord he looks up to your sleepy face with a trace of a smile. For a moment you two stare at each other to the sound of silence before you shyly look down and pack your things. You collect your books and the sound of your feet patter against the floor.

“Goodnight.” You smile before slipping yourself back into your room.

Beomgyu smiles and watches as the lights to your room flip off and he pushes himself off the chair and lazilly walks back to his room.

“Goodnight.” He whispers.

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For the next couple of weeks this became a late night routine for you two. Beomgyu’s friends teased him for the deep purple bags under his eyes from the many nights of staying up to see you. Your friends were always curious on what had you up so late at night since they caught you sleeping during long lectures and breaks. Soon enough the night before finals came and you spent almost the entire day buried in your notes. Meanwhile, your neighbor was currently panicking trying to bring up the courage to bring you the extra dalgona coffee he “accidently” made. Pacing he was trying to think of how he could actually talk with you before he left for Seoul, his final exams were tomorrow and luckily for him he had a contract for BigHit Entertainment waiting for him meaning that all he had to do was pass the exams rather than do well. He pumps himself up before he grabs the two mugs and makes his way out to the balcony. He isn’t surprised to see you already outside buried in your book, the stress was radiating off your body and your brows were tightly knit.

‘Come on dude, just say hi’ he tells himself. “H-hey.”

Your eyes flutter up, you didn’t even notice the boy come outside. “Hi.”

You can’t help but melt at the sight in front of you, his tall body is wrapped in light brown cardigan and his long legs are covered by fitted black slacks. You smile at the two coffee mugs in his bony hands, you think he looks so precious with his fluffy dark hair.

“I accidentally made too much whip…” he looks anywhere but your face as he sticks out his left hand holding one of the mugs.

You get up reaching over the gap and gently taking the mug trying to ignore the tingling sensation you feel as your skin touches each other.

“Thank you.” You smile before looking at the fluffy coffee and taking a sip. The cold drink seems to cool down your burning insides from all the built up stress you can't help but let out a happy noise.

“Is it good?” Beomgyu smiles.

“Very,” you look up at his figure lending against the rail. “You must make this a lot.”

He nods his head in agreement. “I always drink this before practice, it keeps me energized.”

“What do you play?” You ask curiously.

He laughs a little before taking another sip of his coffee. “I dance and have vocal training.”

You feel satisfied to know more about him and you find yourself craving to know more.

“You must go to an arts school then?”

He nods his head. “What about you, I always see you studying you must be really smart.”

Both of you wanted to know everything about each other, you switch between answering and asking questions enjoying the company.

Curiosity bubbles inside you, not once have you seen your neighbor open a textbook.

“Do you have exams, you must be tired from staying up playing guitar.”

He looks at the ground sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck. You noticed he was always so animated when he spoke making you smile.

“Ah~,” he looks at the cars passing down the road before continuing. “I actually have a contract set up for me after I graduate. I guess I’m so excited about it I've been spending my time practicing for that rather than my actual exams.”

You can’t help but feel excited for him. His energy is beaming when he mentions the contract.

“What company? I bet you got a lot of offers for how talented you are. They better treat you well.” You point a finger at him.

He gets shy from your statement and giggles slightly. “I actually can’t say but, if I debut with this company it will be a dream come true.”

You nod your head understandingly, you knew a bit about the entertainment industry and how strict their contracts could be. You both take a sip of your coffees admiring how twilight was beginning to settle.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.” He beams.

“Of course,” you giggle looking into his eyes. “I’m your biggest fan.”

He can’t deny the way his heart skips a beat at your words and he especially can't hide his now crimson cheeks.

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking about both your hobbies and plans for life. You tell him about your dream to move to Seoul and open your own little business, the entire time he listens attentively. Soon darkness covers the sky and the thought of studying leaves your mind completely.

“I feel bad, I’m distracting you from your studies.” He looks towards you with a guilty smile.

You turn your head from left to right. “No, I really needed this. I was feeling so burned out it's nice to just talk with someone.”

As much as he wants to stay outside with you and continue to talk he knows he should get to studying himself so he can at least pass his tests.

“If you ever need an energy boost, just let me know.”

You take one last look at each other before the two of you break into a smile again.

“Hey, neighbor, fighting!” He laughs with his arms raised in the air.

You laugh along copying his motions watching him look towards you for the final time and slipping into his room.

//////////////////////////// 1 Year Later //////////////////////////////

As you cook dinner the TV plays in the background, an entertainment show dedicated to debuting K-pop groups. You liked to listen and watch enjoying the way the groups happily gave everything they had for their new fans. After hearing your neighbor talk so passionately about performing it made you appreciate the music scene more and the people inside it. The sound of screaming fans catches your attention and you look at the banner flashing at the bottom of the TV.

‘Tomorrow X Together’

You pour the ramen you were cooking into a bowl before settling yourself in front of the TV watching the new group intensely. The music plays through the TV speakers and you bounce to the beat enjoying the uplifting sound. You almost choke when the camera pans to an all too familiar face. His dark hair is now bleached but his face is still the same. You watch the rest of the show with a proud smile. You swear his eyes are sparkling and you can’t help but giggle at the cute dance they do.

As they wrap up their song the introduction portion comes, you eagerly wait for your past neighbor’s turn.

“Hello, Tomorrow by Together, my name is Beomgyu.”

The crowd cheers loudly and your smile grows even bigger.

Beomgyu. After all these years you finally learned his name. You feel a little ridiculous but as the program continues you cheer with the rest of the fans in front of your TV. The butterflies in your stomach attack as you watch Beomgyu perform and speak with loads of passion.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.”

//////////////////////////// 3 Years Later /////////////////////////////

As the winter air kisses your skin you bundle yourself into your coat and scarf. You let out a breath of hot air before walking away from the little cafe and making your way to your apartment. You don’t get far before you hear the quick footsteps of someone close behind. As you turn around you are met face to face with the familiar dark hair and slender face you grew up knowing and studying. His hand is outstretched as if he was about to tap your shoulder and a surprised look coats his features before turning into a content smile.

“Hey, neighbor.”

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everydaymamaof3 · 5 years

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Am I Doing This Right?

It's been a little while since I blogged. I just didn't have the time, working on finishing my certification, kids, work, life. I felt a bit like I had a mental block or fog too. There was definitely a shift happening in my world. Couldn't really put a finger on it...but the fog started making sense recently. I am a mama to three girls. A young adult, a tween and a young child. My world is filled with their ups and downs, their transitions, their challenges...and right now, during these ages, it's a lot of transitions and growth. My oldest is about to graduate University, thinking about where they'll live, where she'll get hired as an RN. Where, benefits both of them, her and her fiance. So in the back of my mind, I'm thinking of places, I'm thinking of the move, how far away, the changes coming, picturing places they'll rent or maybe buy, imagining their future. A backyard maybe? All good positive, next steps of life thoughts....will we see them at Christmas? What kind of shifts will she have? All while also thinking of their wedding. Budgeting. Planning. Catering. Maybe that’s just my over excited thoughts? I am excited! My daughter is getting married and starting a career as a nurse. It makes the moments I felt like a complete failure as a mother, feel like an eternity ago, and so meaningless now.

So that's just one kiddo who's life is on my mind. My tween, well, she's only ten, but I'm starting to see a glimmer of a tweenager. I've really been paying close attention to her mood swings. Her frustrations, her attitude shifts. For awhile, I was so stressed about it, she was just easily irritated, easily frustrated, more emotional than normal, and the mother, Sherlock Holmes in me, was struggling to figure out what was going on. Well, I figured it out. It was her tablet. Now know this, I am not a person who judges, I don't care how much time other people's children spend on tablets, or what you use them for, these opinions are strictly my own, and behaviour I personally noticed in my own child.

She was on it for maybe an hour or so a day...sometimes not at all...I thought, meh, she's just watching craft videos, funny videos, but then we started noticing the attitude, the withdraw. I would notice her go from completely entranced by the screen, to pissed off at the world when she was told to put it away. Ok. I see what's happening here. So, we had a family meeting, and we eliminated tablets Monday to Friday. They're allowed to have them on Friday evenings, Saturdays on our hour long sport commute, and Sundays for an hour in the morning. I started looking at what they were watching. Kids doing stupid things. Kids lip syncing. 5 minute crafts was featuring how to turn your t shirt into a belly shirt. Or how to plump up your lips by sticking them in a plastic container??! Why are my children so interested in this. So I felt a bit like I wasn't doing my job as a parent, allowing them to watch these things. The headline 5 minute crafts. It just HAS to sneak in that useless garbage for our kids. Frustrating. I also took a look at myself. How much screen time I have. How I hear my kids say, "mom, you didn't hear me because you were on your phone", you’re right, and point taken.

We made changes. We’re back to seeing our kids actually make the crafts they watched now that the tablets are put away during the week. We’re usually on an adventure on the weekends so if there’s down time, they go on. They're back to being active and busy, and creative and the attitude has improved immensely. There's still days I'm pulling my hair out because I get "the tone" that puts us moms over the edge. Or stomping. Or fighting...I think for the most part, for having a four year age gap, they get along incredibly well. I remind myself, my middle daughter is entering some scary territory with hormones and puberty and boys, and mean girls, and body image....I remind myself that I have a really big job ahead, and it's gonna be hard. It's gonna be emotionally, physically, and mentally challenging. I've raised one teenage girl. Two more to go. We got this. And in the meantime we’ll continue to embrace the innocence ❤️

My girls are growing up in a different society. Even one that is different from when my oldest was a teen. And that wasn’t that long ago...5 years. One I'm still learning how to navigate. What is right. What is wrong. What age is right for this or that? It seems so much harder than simpler times when we were growing up. Although I'm sure mama's of the past would disagree. It was probably just as hard, just a different world. Different challenges. Different ways to deal, but parenting is universal. Teach, help, protect, guide, comfort, observe, learn, none of that has changed..

My littlest is learning to be more independent. She's letting go of me bit by bit, but still just as cautious as always. She still wants to be picked up for hugs, which thankfully, I can still pick up 44 pounds..mind you, being the last baby, I'll probably still pick her up at 74 pounds. She is very much my shadow, and places another challenge on me, making sure I'm giving the same amount of time and attention to my ten year old. AND my twenty two year old. I'm just hanging on tight as long as I can. They’re growing up so fast, and wanting less and less of me. I know. This is good. This means you're doing your job as a good mom and raising independent kids. Still doesn't take away the desire to spend every minute with them before they say "bye mom" *gulp*

The greatest joy for me is watching them through these stages and phases. Even though it's hard sometimes, it's draining, it's also rewarding, and makes me so proud. But it can be terrifying. Hoping I'm doing what's best for them. Always. Everyday. But then feeling guilty when I want space from them. Doesn't that suck! You’re at the point of exhaustion, ready to tear everyone's head off in the house, give yourself a break, and feel bad about it.

I shake my head.

No matter what though, self care is crucial.

So on top of my mind being fully occupied by my children's lives, I also need room in there for my work, for my marriage, for my friendships, most importantly for my health and well being.

To be a fly in the brain of a modern day woman. It would be incredibly fascinating! Like a room full of computers, buzzing madly, spitting out information every second of every day....and then re inputting it back into the computer to re analyze it, go over it, and spit it back out!

I have to remember to try and quiet my mind though. Stay on top of my mental health with breaks. Me time. Quiet. Running. Yoga. Coffee Dates. Massages. Facials. Reading. Uninterrupted conversations with my husband. Date nights. It's part of being a good mom, wife, friend, teacher, running on a full cup, not an empty cup. Sometimes we need a reminder though. "Hey, you know that life cup...it's about to spill" Don't you wish there was a little alarm in our brains that beeped when it was time to reboot. Instead, our reminders come in a form of illness, breakdowns, or our inner Cruella Deville's emerge.

I'm doing my best to stay on top of life’s balance. Sometimes I fail miserably. Sometimes I'm the healthiest, happiest human being, living my best life! I love my life. And I love being a writer, so I can feel like a normal mom, a normal woman, in a hurry up, noisy, busy world ❤️

#parenting #motherhood #balance

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