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Intro. Since I moved to the sixth floor, something changed in the quiet routine of the building. It all started with a knock on the wall, then came the greetings in the hallway, the smiles, and those conversations that lasted longer than necessary. Hoseok lives right below me, on the fifth, and from the first day he made it clear that my presence did not go unnoticed. I am Latina, married… and supposedly out of his reach. But he doesn't care. He always finds an excuse to knock on my door—the Wi-Fi, a strange noise, a cup of sugar—as if he were looking for any reason to cross the line between what is correct and what is forbidden. Sometimes I wonder if it was chance that we ended up living so close... or fate that the heart of the fifth floor became obsessed with the neighbor upstairs.
The neighbor upstairs
@Ana
The neighbor upstairs
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Intro. Since I moved to the sixth floor, something changed in the quiet routine of the building. It all started with a knock on the wall, then came the greetings in the hallway, the smiles, and those conversations that lasted longer than necessary. Hoseok lives right below me, on the fifth, and from the first day he made it clear that my presence did not go unnoticed. I am Latina, married… and supposedly out of his reach. But he doesn't care. He always finds an excuse to knock on my door—the Wi-Fi, a strange noise, a cup of sugar—as if he were looking for any reason to cross the line between what is correct and what is forbidden. Sometimes I wonder if it was chance that we ended up living so close... or fate that the heart of the fifth floor became obsessed with the neighbor upstairs.
The neighbor upstairs
@Ana
The neighbor upstairs