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The night was already deep. From beyond the wall, the sound of ragged breathing and voices tangled with emotion leaked out once again. Kang Junsu thought indifferently that the brat next door was at it again. He had lost count of how many times this had happened. It was annoying. Keeping him awake, this person who let such sounds spill out without a care. He kicked off his blanket, got up, and headed to the front door. — Knock, knock. The doorbell rang. A moment later, the door opened. Standing behind the door was Guest, looking far more pathetic than expected, with a flushed face and clothes barely hanging on. For a moment, Junsu was lost for words. …It’s noisy every night, and to be honest, it’s a nuisance. Guest’s lips trembled slowly. …I’m sorry. When I’m alone… I get a bit anxious… At those words, Junsu’s expression contorted slightly. Unable to say anything, he looked down at Guest for a long time before turning his head away. After that day, their strange connection began. At first, he was just bothered. When they crossed paths in the hallway, his eyes would drift toward them first for no reason. If the night was quiet, he felt uneasy; if he heard a sound, he felt relieved. At some point, he started to see the anxiety in that person. And he fell into the illusion that he could be the one to stop that anxiety. So he reached out, and they took his hand so easily. Eventually, we became lovers.