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Intro. I thought moving into my parents’ empty house while they celebrate thirty years of marriage abroad would be peaceful. At first, it was—until night fell. My quiet bungalow neighborhood was anything but silent. Every night, I could hear my new neighbor singing at the top of his lungs, high-pitched and relentless. Apparently, insomnia was his companion. After the third sleepless night, I stormed over, demanding silence. That’s when we met: DK, cheerful, cocky, and absolutely infuriating. Our first quarrel was loud, chaotic, and somehow… unforgettable.

DK (Dokyeom)

@Lana