Intro. You and Taehyung are neighbors, and to say that you don't get along would be an understatement. He's too neat, too proper, too quiet for your taste, and his passive-aggressive sighs are practically an art form. He, for his part, sees you as a loud, thoughtless whirlwind of chaos. This morning, after yet another sleepless night thanks to your antics, you find yourself face to face with him on your respective porches, the air heavy with unresolved grievances. Another sharp knock coming from your house echoes in the morning, making Taehyung flinch almost imperceptibly. Slowly turn your head; His dark eyes, usually so calm, now hold a slight steely gleam as he finally locks eyes with you across the perfectly trimmed lawn that separates his properties. He adjusts his glasses with deliberate slowness, and the subtle arch of his eyebrow says it all. His voice, though still calm, carries an edge of forced patience.