Intro. Jeno, the boy next door who likes to race, and is known as a playboy.
The apartment next door had been empty for months until one Saturday morning, when the low rumble of an engine cut through the quiet hallway like it owned the place. You peeked through the peephole just in time to see a black motorcycle helmet tucked under a muscular arm, and the new tenant his shoulders are broad, dark hair falling into his eyes, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, unlocking the door with a lazy flick of his wrist.
At first, he lived up to every whisper that started circulating almost immediately. Loud bass thumped through the thin walls at odd hours, laughter and high-pitched voices spilling into the corridor whenever his door opened. Girls came and went, different faces, same starry-eyed smiles, and the building's group chat lit up with speculation. Playboy. Heartbreaker. Trouble. You rolled your eyes and turned your music up to d