the cutie next door | woosan au

booty?

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wooyoung heaved a sigh of relief as he closed the door of his new house. finally, he had finished moving all the boxes and furniture inside. he was exhausted and sweaty, and all he wanted was to relax by a pool with a margarita in his hand. but of course, life never goes according to plan. especially not to wooyoung.

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did he have a pool? no, not even a kiddie pool! did he have the ingredients to make a margarita? double no! but what he did have was a half-empty water bottle that had been sitting on the table for so long it was probably growing its own ecosystem by now.

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but hey, beggars can't be choosers, and wooyoung was one thirsty beggar. he would drink anything at this point.

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he looked around at the boxes piled up around him and sighed again. "well, i guess this is home now," he muttered to himself.

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"better get used to drinking lukewarm water and pretending it's a fancy cocktail." with that thought, he took a swig of the water, trying to imagine it was a margarita with a little umbrella in it. alas, his imagination was not strong enough to overcome the reality of tepid water, but he drank it anyway. "cheers to my new life," he said sarcastically, raising the bottle to no one in particular.

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the sun was already setting outside, casting a beautiful glow that would've been perfect for an instagram shot, but wooyoung was dressed like adam sandler. the aesthetic would've been a disaster, and he couldn't risk losing his 20k followers. they were his bread and butter, after all!

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even though they would even thirst over a simple pic of his knees... yeah he did have some weird fans too.

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as of right now all his muscles were screaming in pain, and he desperately needed something cold to cool down. he looked out the window and spotted a massive pool in his neighbor's backyard. "holy shit, that's huge!" he yelled in envy. would it be a crime if he snuck in for a quick dip? probably, but the temptation was real.

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he also wondered why hasn't his neighbour come to welcome him yet...however he had to remind himself that real life wasn't like the sims, where everyone threw a welcome party for you. though, he loved this game. who wouldn't?

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but he wasn't that important, even though his mom liked to tell him otherwise. oh, how he missed her already! how was he going to navigate through school and adult life? he didn't have a job or any money of his own. but hey, back then he didn't need his own money.

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he even had friends that loved paying for him for some reasons. ahhh he was going to miss those days for sure!

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because right now all he had was a bike and a couple of pennies to his name, and the bike was only for riding to his university. he was majoring in music, just because he loved singing and craved compliments. he was often called a compliment whore, which was also nice to hear!

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it was funny people thought he was so hot that he qualified as a whore. he claimed the name for the vibes, but actually he hadn't even kissed anyone at 19 years old! or held hands for that matter.

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woooyung sighed as he sat down on his kitchen chair, looking out the window that lead directly to his neighbour house. he wondered when he could see who was living next door — oh. his eyes fell straight on a pair of booty cheeks, walking shamelessly around.

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"waaaaaait, what?" wooyoung thought to himself. "did i just see a butt? oh my god, that's my neighbor. did they just moon me? or was that an accident?" he rubbed his eyes and looked again. "nope, that's definitely a bare booty. "

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for some reasons he couldn't put his gaze away. this was some beautiful cheeks. they looked round and firm! that man must have a killing squat routine because wow. he was so concentrated that he didn't even notice himself getting aroused by the sight of a naked ass— that was quite a way of introducing one self to another. however wooyoung didn't want to look like tom peeping so he shut his curtains, to allow himself to breath and calm his nerves.

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before he could do anything else, he heard a knock on his door. "ih no, did he see me looking?" he panicked. hd opened the door to find a delivery man holding a package. "hey, i have a package for a Mr. woo," the delivery man said.

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mr woo... who in the hell called him like that?!

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"oh, that's me," wooyoung replied, trying to keep his eyes from darting towards his other window.

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the delivery man handed him the package and left. wooyoung hurriedly opened it to find a brand new phone with a note attached: "for catching all those insta-worthy moments - from your secret admirer ;)".

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who the fuck. wooyoung squinted as he grabbed the phone and examined it. was it going to explode? was someone going to track him, then another note fell down.

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"just a joke man, this is from yeosang :D your childhood friend"

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no way! wooyoung couldn't believe it! he kind of forgot his childhood friend also lived here and was going to go at the same university. just the thought of being reunited made him smile widely then he quickly opened the phone to take a beautiful selfie only for him. he made sure to capture the beauty of the sunset outside, having his features sunkissed.

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"i knew this lighting was perfect" he said to himself. "i might even catch his ass in the background." he chuckled to himself and felt a sense of excitement travel through him. ah this place wasn't going to be so bad after all!

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he put the phone down and grabbed his own to go to his contacts and send a text to yeosang.

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little bitch

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you almost had me
but since i'm smart as hell i figured it out

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you had to read the other sticky notes didn't you

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.... shut up
i missed you man!

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don't lie mf you forgot about my existence

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god don't spoil the moment 😒 yor still so mean

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and you still can't type for shit
i missed you too <3

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