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CY'S POV

An earthly scent hit my nose the moment I stepped into my new house.

Our new home!

Taking my luggage with me, I wandered around the place. The apartment was white. The furnitures, wall paint etc, everything was white.

A cozy look!

Wandering around, I tried to open a door on the corner of the hall. "That room is locked with some old stuffs" Jimin said, leading me to our room.

I simply nodded, before following him. Taehyung and Jungkook were busy with work and they had sent a few messages.

Opening the balcony door, I stood there, admiring the beauty of Seoul. Something in this place is definitely attractive. The breezes played with my blonde locks and I opened my arms, ready to welcome whatever this place had to offer.

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A week had passed since I came to Seoul. Jimin was busy everyday, completing his works that were pending due to our wedding.

Jimin got irritated and annoyed with little things easily. He even asked me to change the profile picture of my account, which was our wedding picture.

"I'd like my privacy please"

That was his exact words. But other than that, it was okay. He would leave me alone and I would leave him alone.

Pouring the hot tea into two cups, I took few sips from mine, blowing on it. "Mom had asked Mrs. Jung to come here, for helping you" Jimin said, walking towards me. "It will be easier for you then"

He was dressed in a blue and white striped shirt, tucked neatly into his black trousers, with his blonde hair styled up. I hummed in reply, sipping on my tea. "Mrs. Jung was the one who looked after me during childhood" He said, taking the cup of tea.

"It is black tea, there was no milk" I stated. "It's okay" He replied, taking a sip from the cup. "I will buy it"

"If you could introduce me to our neighbors here, that would be enough" I said. "I will go and buy myself" It was getting boring for me here. Jimin would go to work early in the morning and only comes back during night. Tae and Kook were busy with their own works. I was feeling restless and irritated, not having anyone to talk to.

"I don't know anyone here" He simply replied.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Like.., few years"

I frowned, wondering why he didn't know even a single person around. "Few years?" I mumbled, turning around to look at him.

"I was in Daegu for MBA coaching. I was friendly with everyone in the building there" I gushed, remembering all the fun I'd back then.

"This is Seoul, not Daegu" He muttered, uninterested. "No one has got time for anything here"

I scoffed, hearing his tone. "I'll wash that" I interrupted Jimin, who was washing the cup, acting like a good wife that I was. "No need, I like to do things myself" He explained. "Then do mine too" I mumbled under my breath, enjoying the warm tea.

Jimin placed the cup on the counter, leaning extremely into my circle, his face directly above mine. I could feel the warmth of his body, enveloping mine. The sudden increase in my heart beat had me frightened. I could even hear them.

His brows orbs were directly staring right into mine and the corner of his lips had twisted into a little smirk. "Goodbye" He whispered near my ear, his hot breath erupting goosebumps on my skin.

Buttoning his black coat, he walked out of the door, throwing a knowing glance and a little wave to me. Scoffing, I shut the door right on his face. Leaning on it, I calmed myself slowly.

This was new.

I certainly didn't had such a reaction before. Cursing myself for having weird thoughts, I stretched my body, ready to decorate our apartment.

It was seriously missing colours!

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Adding some last minute touches, I completed my art work on the glass door, that opened to the balcony.

Gazing at the two colourful butterflies I've drawn, I appreciated myself, feeling content with it. I slided the glass door to the right, allowing it to dry quickly. But my dumbass forgot to move them slowly, making the door to lock itself from inside.

And I was stuck outside, in the balcony, alone.

I failed in trying to unlock the door, making me annoyed with myself. Searching for my phone, I was disappointed to find my phone on the table inside.

Looking down, I saw a couple and some children playing merrily.

"Help" I screamed, hoping someone would notice me. "Help" I screamed on the top of my voice, waving my hands furiously. Gladly, someone noticed.

Taking a waste paper, I scribbled a note screwdriver please on it using the paint, before making an aeroplane with it. Throwing it, the wind directed it to a tall man who noticed me.

Reading it, he gave me a thumbs up, before gathering the children who were playing to help me. From the balcony of the apartment in the floor above mine, the children tied the screwdriver on a thread, so that I could take it.

Using the screwdriver, I was able to open the door. Jumping up and down excitedly, I waved my hands at the couple who helped me. Taking a piece of paper, I scribbled a note thanking them with a little invitation.

Thank you♡︎ Tea @ 802.

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JM'S POV

Loosening the tie knot, I walked to the apartment door. The tiredness was eating me alive and the throbbing headache was too much to handle.

Opening the door, I was met with two children. One of the little boy was jumping on the sofa while the other one was watching the television, a weird cartoon playing on it. Soon, a noise of another baby crying reached my ears.

Checking the apartment number once again, just to make sure that I was not in the wrong apartment.

802

Confirming, I entered inside, confused with the chaos and noises. Many toys was lying on the floor and the table on the corner was filled with many food items.

What the hell is going on?

Walking to the living room, I was met with a couple and Chaeyoung talking. The man was so tall and the woman was beautiful. She had a crying baby in her arms.

"Chaeyoung, who is this?" The man asked, seeing me.

Chaeyoung?

Who is this man and why is he on first name basis with my wife?

"Oh, that is my husband, Park Jimin" Chaeyoung explained, a sweet smile adorning her face. "Jimin, this is Kim Namjoon and his wife Kim Jisoo and their children" She introduced me.

"Nice to meet you" They greeted me, to which I bowed and greeted back. An awkward silence followed after that, the only sound was from the television and the sniffles of the baby. "We should go" Jisoo stated, gesturing her husband to move. Politely smiling, they went back to their apartment, thanking Chaeyoung for inviting them.

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"Today while I was painting, I got struck outside the balcony. I shouted a lot from there. No one heard. I even threw a paper plane from there. Luckily, Namjoon oppa saw that. Then he gathered his children and they dropped a screwdriver for me" Chaeyoung rambled on, doing the dishes.

"Chaeyoung" I called her. "Then I called Namjoon oppa and Jisoo unnie to-" She continued rambling, ignoring my call. "Chaeyoung" I shouted, getting angry.

This was it!

It's been few weeks only, and she'd managed to irritate me to the core. She couldn't do even one thing herself, without asking me. Not to mention, she was clumsy. And she was doing everything for me even if I didn't ask her.

She was getting on my nerves!

Chaeyoung flinched at my raised tone. Sighing, I massaged my forehead, the headache worsening. "Chaeyoung, this is my private place not your public park" I said, lowering my tone.

"I know" She spoke. "It's just I said before right? I got struck and they helped me"

"Okay" I grumbled. "Why are you creating such situations in the first place then?"

Everything was a mess around. "Why is it the house all messed up and why are you scribbling on the glasses and walls?"

"I wanted to pai-" She explained. "If you wanted to paint, can't you do that in paper or canvas?" I asked her.

Leaning on the sofa, I looked up to her only to see her on the verge of tears.

Women.

"Just go" I hissed, not wanting to see her all crying. She immediately went back to the room, not saying a word back to me. Groaning, I laid down on the couch, not wanting to sleep on the same bed with her today.

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The blaring alarm disrupted my slumber, forcing me to wake up and get ready for work.

Same shit everyday.

Groaning, I stretched my limbs and arms, slightly peeking through my heavy eyelids. But what greeted me was something new.

Colours.

The glass painting Chaeyoung had done yesterday was reflecting the sunlight, making the whole room to glow in various colours.

Getting up, I walked towards the balcony door, tracing the lines on it. They were beautiful! The corner of my mouth curved into a sweet smile, amazed with what I was seeing.

Sometimes, all one need is a little splash of colours.

But soon came the worst demons, strangling me, from the inside.

Guilt.

The dreaded emotion was filling my inside. Soon came the events of yesterday. All the anger and frustration that I had bashed on Chaeyoung.

I don't deserve her!

Rushing to the room, I freshened up for the day quickly. Scribbling a quick note, I placed it on the nightstand. Chaeyoung was still asleep, the duvet covering her whole body.

Thank you for the morning colours☺︎︎

Slowly removing the blanket from her face, I stared at her, sleeping soundly. Tucking few strands of her blonde locks behind her ear, I caressed her cheek softly.

I'm sorry.

As she turned around, I walked outside swiftly, closing the door behind me slightly. I peeked through the door. She yawned, getting up and sitting on the bed, still in sleepy mood.

Cute.

Checking the time on the clock, she jumped up from the bed but before noticing the paper I'd kept there. Reading it, she smiled, her cheeks puffing up and her eyes gleaming with joy.

Chuckling to myself, I rushed outside, ready to go to work.

It's a good day.

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JK'S POV

Forcing my exhausted body to get into the elevator to my apartment, I leaned on the wall, tired.

I am so tired, even my tiredness is tired. It definitely is one of those days where even my coffee needs coffee.

The ringing phone had taken my tiredness away for a few seconds.

Mom is calling...

"Hello, mom" I answered, at the same time when three girls entered the elevator. One of them had pretty doe eyes, that twinkled when she laughed to something her friends told. But rest of her face was not visible as she was wearing a mask.

"I'm in the elevator mom, I'll call you back" I responded, as I was unable to hear whatever she was saying. "Are you from Busan?" The mystery girl asked.

Like her eyes, she had beautiful raspy voice. Judging by her dialect, I guessed she was not korean. And me being me, replied nonsense. "No, I'm not from Busan" I replied, perfectly in Busan accent.

What a dickhead you are, Jeon Jungkook!

Before she could respond, luckily, the elevator door opened and I literally ran outside from the little closed space. Glancing back, I saw the mystery girl waving at me. Shrugging, I entered my apartment, ready to jump to my bed straight.

The doorbell disturbed my sleep, making me groan in irritation.

Who the fuck is it at 2am!

Ignoring, I laid down, going back to my deep slumber. But the one at the door had no mercy and rang the doorbell continuously.

"Who the fu-" I exclaimed, opening the door. But a black helmet was thrown to me, the owner of it engulfing me into a bear hug. "Kookie"

"Tae?" I gushed, seeing Taehyung after few weeks. "When did you came here?"

"Few days ago, is that my room?" Tae asked, throwing his clothes and bags away, making himself comfortable.

Humming, I went back to my sleep. Knowing Tae, he wouldn't have any trouble settling himself and I wouldn't get anymore sleep from now onwards.

Unfortunately for me, Tae loves night and darkness. That asshole won't sleep and that means he couldn't be able to sleep too.

Jeon Taehyung and his nyctophilic ass!

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So a long chapter! Hope you guys are liking it so far. I will try my best in coming chapters.

And also, the painting is like this...♡︎

Nyctophilia : A preference for  the night or darkness.