Peace & Quiet

The scary movie card: played.

The blank stares are pointed at me and the hungry mouths stop munching. The men look at each other for a while without an idea of what I had just said.

The card: failed.

"[She’s so scary,]“ the cuter one says to his friend with a frightened or surprised expression. I’m not sure which one.
"Pfft,” the one who brought the food seems like he’s caring more about the fried chicken than anything else.
"[She’s just lonely and wants us in her life. Something like that.]“ The cuter one glances at me carefully and I sigh again. I’ll give up. Just for a moment. It’s like talking to babies who have only gotten to the level where they learn to say ga-ga-goo and the smarter ones can even say mama or daddy.
But as they walk out of that door, they are not going to come back. I’ll make sure of that.

I sit down on the mattress again, not too far away from them, and watch as they eat.
The not-so-cute-anymore-after-my-friend-came-in notices that first and offers me quickly a box of chicken with some strong-smelling sauce. I shake my head. I don’t like spicy food.
Then he offers me chopped fruits. I love fruits.
I shake my head.

If I accept something from them, it makes it look like I accept them as my friends. And it also means that I owe them something. And I’m not using my money on other people.

”[Where did you move from?]“ the orange-haired asks. No anwer.
”[It might be that she doesn’t speak Korean?]“ the cuter one looks at the other one with both his eyes and mouth wide open. I could fit three golf balls in there.
”[But I said ‘Hi’~~ to her already,]“ the other one mutters as he stuffs his face with some cheesy soup.
The cuter one slaps him lightly and utters an adorable laughter.
"Hankooksaram?” he looks at me kindly.
But as I show zero reaction, he gets it.
"A foreigner?“ he smiles. I guess, I have to nod. I’m not dead. The cutie pie smiles adorably and nudges the one with ten pieces of chicken inside of his cheeks.
"Oh,” he gets it too and wipes the fat off his lips with a napkin.
"Not Korean??“ he looks at me surprised and I nod again, slightly.
"[She’s got the Korean looks,]” the not-so-cute looks at the yes-very-cute one astonished.

I yawn automatically. It’s getting late.

The two men collect all the boxes and chopsticks and bow quickly before leaving. They seemed embarrassed after realizing I wasn’t local. Maybe I can have my peace after all.

Notes

I noticed there's many of these "EXO Nextdoor" kind of fanfics going on, so it might not have been the smartest idea of mine to put it here now but since I felt like it, I will do it. And like I said, I want to highlight that I got the idea (which is pretty usual: idols moving next door) before I got to know anything about the drama series. Also, English is not my first language, so I apologize for my possible typos and bad language. I come from Europe from a place where they say the polar bears live (it's not true though).
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