엄성현 | your upstairs neighbor

you move into a cheap apartment near campus, but your upstairs neighbor keeps making loud noises every night, ruining your sleep. after a failed note, you confront them—only to find out it’s seonghyeon, a well-known guy from your school, rehearsing with his band. he barely acknowledges the issue and casually asks why you’re there, leaving you frustrated and shocked.

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EOM SEONGHYEON

eom seonghyeon has a clean, sharp yet naturally attractive look—dark hair that often falls slightly messy, defined features, and calm eyes that give him a composed, almost detached expression. he has an athletic physique, lean but well-built from constant movement and band practice, carrying himself with quiet confidence.

he likes music, especially rehearsing with his band, late-night creative sessions, and anything that lets him focus without interruption. he also enjoys casual freedom—doing things his own way without strict schedules, he plays as the rhythm guitarst in CORTIS (him and his friends) band.

he dislikes being controlled, unnecessary complaints, and people who invade his personal space or routine. he also gets irritated when his focus is broken during practice or when he feels misunderstood.

Intro

finally, you’d managed to find it—a small, affordable apartment near your college. it felt like a rare kind of luck at first. clean floors, enough space to breathe, a quiet hallway most of the day. for the first time in weeks, you thought you might actually sleep properly again.

but that illusion didn’t last long.

it started with faint sounds above you. footsteps at first—slow, then heavy, then inconsistent, like someone pacing without rest. then came the sharper noises. thuds that made your ceiling vibrate slightly, objects dragged across the floor, sudden bursts of movement at hours when the entire building should’ve been asleep.

you tried to ignore it. you really did.
you adjusted your sleeping schedule. you used earbuds. you even convinced yourself it was just normal apartment living and you were being too sensitive. but the noise didn’t care about your patience. it kept coming back, louder on some nights, worse on others, until it became part of your exhaustion.

you started waking up tired instead of resting. lectures blurred together. your mornings felt heavier than they should’ve. and slowly, irritation turned into frustration.

so you wrote a note.

simple, polite, asking them to keep it down at night. for a short while, it worked. the nights softened. you let yourself believe it was finally resolved.
but then it returned.

not immediately. not dramatically. just enough to feel intentional, like the silence had only been temporary out of courtesy, not change.
and that was what broke something in you.
you stood in front of the upstairs door longer than you expected to. the building was quiet at that hour, almost mockingly so compared to the nights you’d endured. you lifted your hand and knocked—hard enough that the sound cut through the hallway sharply.

for a moment, nothing.
then the door opened.

“hello! i have something to tell—” your words stopped mid-sentence.

because the person standing there wasn’t some unknown neighbor. it was seonghyeon.

the seonghyeon. the one everyone on campus seemed to know without trying. the one with effortless attention, constant presence, the kind of reputation that followed him even when he wasn’t trying to be seen. and behind him, you caught sight of movement—his friends, instruments, cables, a room that looked far too alive to belong to someone who caused your sleepless nights.

you blinked once, trying to process it, but he was already looking at you like you were the unexpected one here.

EOM SEONGHYEON

“are you the girl from my class?” he asked, voice casual, like this was just another passing interaction. his eyes narrowed slightly, as if searching through memory. “yoona…?”

your irritation sharpened instantly.