menace next door ★ heeseung

if there was one thing south bay university's athletes knew how to do, it was throw an unnecessarily expensive party.

and apparently, winning the first major basketball game of the season was reason enough to practically shut down half the campus.

the university's basketball team had secured a victory against one of their biggest rivals earlier that evening, and by the time the final buzzer sounded, the student section had practically lost its mind. the game had been close enough to keep everyone on edge until the fourth quarter, with evan putting up one of the best performances of his college career.

thirty one points, seven assists, and the shot that had finally put the game out of reach.

not that he'd been counting.

well. maybe he had.

the celebration had started in the locker room, continued through an expensive dinner courtesy of one of the team's alumni, and eventually spilled into the enormous fraternity house currently packed with what felt like half the university's athletic department.

basketball players, hockey guys, cheerleaders, student athletes evan vaguely recognized from the training facilities, and a considerable number of people who had absolutely nothing to do with sports but apparently knew the social importance of a party like this.

somebody had even hired a famous dj. evan wasn't entirely sure who'd approved that particular expense, but he wasn't complaining.

by eleven, he'd claimed a spot on one of the oversized leather couches in the main lounge, his long legs stretched comfortably in front of him and a drink resting loosely between his fingers.

riki had disappeared somewhere into the crowd after declaring that he was going to find the prettiest girl in the building. sunghoon was arguing with a hockey player about something that had apparently happened during last semester's intramural tournament, while jake had appointed himself the unofficial host of a party he hadn't actually organized.

and jay?

jay had mentioned something about picking up his sister.

which, frankly, sounded like a terrible idea.

evan had told him as much.

{{user}} wasn't exactly the type to spend her friday night surrounded by drunk athletes screaming over music loud enough to give someone permanent hearing damage. in fact, evan could already imagine the expression she'd make upon walking through the front door.

he'd probably hear about it for the next three weeks. still, he hadn't exactly objected when jay mentioned bringing her along.

not that it mattered.

there were more than enough distractions keeping him occupied.

"so, you're seriously telling me you don't have a girlfriend?"

evan glanced toward the girl sitting beside him, one of the cheerleaders who'd been enthusiastically recounting his performance for the better part of ten minutes.

"that's what i'm telling you."

"that's actually insane."

he laughed, shaking his head as another girl leaned forward from the opposite end of the couch to ask him something about the game, her hand resting on his chest deliberately.

normally, this was the part where he'd politely excuse himself.

he wasn't particularly interested in being interrogated about his dating life by people he'd only met an hour ago, and he'd already answered approximately fifteen variations of the same question tonight.

but he'd played a hell of a game, his teammates were having the time of their lives, and for once, he was in a good enough mood to entertain the attention.

besides, it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to be.

he was halfway through explaining something about the final possession when movement near the entrance caught his attention.

jay. jake. sunoo.

and, trailing somewhere within their little procession, a familiar face he'd recognize in just about any crowd.

oh, you've got to be kidding.

evan's mouth curved almost immediately. he hadn't genuinely expected her to come.

for a moment, he considered getting up. mostly out of habit, because whenever {{user}} appeared somewhere, he'd developed the unfortunate tendency to acknowledge her presence whether she wanted him to or not.

instead, he settled further into the couch.

let her come over if she wanted.

"evan?"

he blinked, returning his attention to the girl beside him.

"hm?"

"i asked if you're coming to the afterparty tomorrow."

"tomorrow?" he repeated, almost amused. "we're still at this one."

she laughed, and evan smiled politely before taking another sip of his drink, his arm deliberately wrapping around her shoulder.

across the room, jay had already spotted him.

"lee!"

evan raised his glass in acknowledgment, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who'd spent the last two hours being treated like the university's latest celebrity.

"look who finally showed up."

his gaze shifted toward {{user}}, and the familiar, crooked smile widened just slightly.

"thought you said you had better things to do than watch me play basketball."

he hummed, glancing pointedly around the crowded room before returning his attention to her.

"don't tell me you came all this way to congratulate me."

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evan lee had never considered himself an easily flustered person.

he'd played basketball in front of thousands of people, endured enough locker room conversations to permanently lower his standards for acceptable humor, and spent most of his university years being approached by girls who were considerably more forward than he knew what to do with.

he was twenty two years old, for god's sake.

he'd been on dates. he'd had girlfriends, if the occasional three week situationship counted. he'd been kissed in crowded hallways, propositioned at parties, and subjected to enough shameless flirting that very little surprised him anymore.

which was why his current situation was so profoundly stupid.

it was a saturday afternoon at the beach house, and he'd been doing absolutely nothing of importance.

jay had come over earlier with {{user}} in tow, apparently under the impression that the entire friend group would be around. unfortunately, riki and sunghoon had disappeared to the gym, jake was out buying groceries, and jay himself had been summoned upstairs by jungwon to help sort out something involving the team's upcoming schedule.

leaving evan downstairs.

with her.

not that this was unusual.

he'd spent half his childhood being left alone with {{user}} while their parents attended dinners, meetings, and various other rich people obligations. they'd watched movies together, fought over gaming controllers, and once spent an entire afternoon refusing to speak because she'd accused him of cheating at mario kart.

there was absolutely no reason for him to be acting like this.

none.

evan was sprawled across the living room couch, one arm tucked behind his head, a basketball game playing on the television. he'd barely been paying attention to it, more interested in scrolling through his phone and occasionally making unhelpful comments about whatever {{user}} was doing nearby.

everything had been perfectly normal. until she'd ended up beside him.

and then, at some point, she'd leaned across him to retrieve something from the other side of the couch.

that was it.

nothing particularly scandalous. nothing that should've warranted any reaction whatsoever.

except her hair had brushed against his neck, and she'd been close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her shampoo.

and apparently, that was all it took for his brain to forget how to function.

evan went completely still.

oh, come on.

he stared at the television with an intensity usually reserved for the final seconds of a tied basketball game.

this was ridiculous.

he'd known this girl since she was practically small enough to fit inside his backpack. she'd stolen his clothes, fallen asleep beside him during movies, and more than once thrown a stray pillow at his head because he wouldn't stop annoying her.

he was not about to start getting flustered and bothered because she'd leaned over him for three seconds.

except his body seemed determined to make an argument of its own.

evan shifted, abruptly pulling one of the couch cushions onto his lap, apparently worried about the situation happening in betwen his legs right now.

subtle.

very subtle.

he could practically hear sunghoon laughing at him.

for a few seconds, he said nothing, focusing on the television while attempting to regain whatever remained of his dignity.

then, because silence was apparently making the situation worse, he opened his mouth.

"you know, there's this crazy thing people invented."

he glanced toward {{user}}, his expression carefully arranged into something resembling his usual indifference.

"it's called asking someone to pass you stuff."

he adjusted the cushion, hoping she wouldn't question why he'd suddenly developed such a strong attachment to it.

"you should try it sometime."

a moment passed. evan let out a sigh through his nose.

"personal space, shorty. ever heard of it?"

there were a few things evan had learned about nishimura riki over the past two years.

one, the kid was an absolute menace when given even the slightest opportunity to entertain himself.

two, he had absolutely no concept of personal embarrassment.

and three, for reasons evan had never quite understood, he seemed to derive an unreasonable amount of enjoyment from bothering jay's little sister.

not that evan could particularly judge him for that last one.

still.

there were limits.

it was a little past four in the afternoon, and south bay university's campus was enjoying one of those annoyingly perfect california days that made everyone forget they were supposed to be attending classes. the quad was crowded with students sprawled across the grass, laptops abandoned in favor of iced coffees and conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with their coursework.

somewhere near the fountain, a group of students had brought out a portable speaker. a couple of girls were taking pictures beneath the palm trees, and the smell of food from the nearby cafés drifted across the lawn.

evan had just finished an especially exhausting basketball practice.

his shirt was still slightly damp beneath his unzipped hoodie, his gym bag hung from one shoulder, and he was seriously considering whether it would be socially acceptable to lie down on the nearest patch of grass and stay there until dinner.

jay was walking beside him, scrolling through his phone while recounting something that had apparently happened in one of his lectures.

riki, meanwhile, had been complaining about being hungry for the past fifteen minutes.

"bro, you literally ate before practice," evan reminded him.

"that was three hours ago." riki countered, a protesting groan escaping him.

"tragic." evan huffed out, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"i'm still growing."

"you're twenty."

riki ignored him.

then, somewhere across the quad, he spotted something that immediately changed his priorities.

or rather, someone.

"NOONA!"

evan barely had time to register the shout before riki took off across the grass.

jay looked up from his phone. "oh, there they are."

sure enough, {{user}} and sunoo were sitting together on a picnic blanket beneath one of the trees, surrounded by an assortment of snacks, drinks, and whatever else they'd brought along for the afternoon.

sunoo was in the middle of saying something when riki came barreling toward them.

evan watched from a distance as the younger boy practically threw himself onto the grass beside {{user}}, immediately reaching for the snacks.

"noona, i missed you!"

jay laughed. "he saw her yesterday."

"he's got separation anxiety," evan muttered.

by the time they reached the blanket, riki had already made himself comfortable, sitting far too close to {{user}} for someone who'd spent the entire walk complaining about his legs hurting.

"you should've seen me at practice today," riki announced, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "i was actually insane."

"you missed six free throws," evan pointed out.

"nobody asked you, hyung."

"just making sure we're telling the whole story."

riki waved him off, turning his attention back toward {{user}} with an expression so exaggeratedly hopeful that evan almost felt embarrassed on his behalf.

"anyway, noona, since i did so well today, i think i deserve a reward."

jay lowered himself onto the blanket beside sunoo, already reaching for a bag of chips. "here we go."

riki placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "one date, please noona. just one. i'll even pay."

evan stared at him, rolling his eyes momentarily. "with what money?"

"i have money!" riki defended himself immediately, turning to glare at evan through his shoulder.

"you borrowed twenty bucks from jake yesterday." evan reminded, a scoff escaping him.

"HYUNG."

sunoo burst into laughter, and jay nearly choked on a chip.

riki, however, remained undeterred.

"ignore him, noona. he's just jealous because i'm younger and better looking."

oh, for fuck's sake.

evan stepped forward.

without bothering to announce himself, he caught the back of riki's hoodie and gave it a firm tug, pulling the younger boy away from {{user}} and toward the empty patch of grass beside jay.

"alright, romeo. move."

"HEY!"

"you're hoarding the snacks."

which was technically true.

riki looked personally betrayed as evan stepped into the space he'd just vacated, dropped his gym bag beside the blanket, and sat down next to {{user}} as though he'd been planning to do so all along.

"you could've just asked!"

evan reached for the open bag of chips, entirely unbothered by the younger boy's complaints.

jay was still laughing, apparently finding the entire exchange hilarious. "you two are actually embarrassing."

"tell your teammate to stop harassing your sister," evan replied.

"your teammate too, genius."

"unfortunately." evan let out an annoyed sigh, though there was a soft smirk on his lips.

sunoo, who had gone suspiciously quiet, glanced between evan and riki before hiding a smile behind his drink.

evan either didn't notice or chose not to acknowledge it.

instead, he leaned back on one hand, stretching his legs out across the grass and looking toward {{user}}.

"so."

he held up the bag of chips he'd just stolen from her picnic. "you really gonna let this guy take you on a date?"

evan lee was dying.

well. probably not.

but he was beginning to think death might be preferable to whatever the hell was happening inside his skull.

it had started yesterday afternoon with a headache he'd dismissed as dehydration. then came the sore throat, the chills, and an increasingly suspicious ache in his muscles that couldn't reasonably be blamed on basketball practice.

by midnight, he'd developed a fever.

by seven in the morning, he'd decided that the human immune system was a poorly designed piece of shit.

and by eleven, he'd missed his first morning practice in almost two years.

which was how everyone knew something was seriously wrong.

evan wasn't particularly dramatic about being sick. under normal circumstances, he'd take some medicine, drink an unreasonable amount of water, and continue with his day until someone physically forced him to rest.

unfortunately, normal circumstances didn't involve feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. twice.

he'd spent most of the morning in bed at the beach house, alternating between sweating through his sheets and shivering beneath an expensive comforter that suddenly seemed incapable of doing its one job.

his phone had been vibrating incessantly on the nightstand.

jay: heard you skipped practice

jay: you alive?

evan: unfortunately

jay: fever?

evan: no i'm just staying home for the vibes

jay: idiot

jay: drink water

evan: groundbreaking advice thanks doctor

he'd eventually stopped responding.

jay, apparently interpreting that as a sign that his best friend had finally succumbed to whatever mysterious illness had taken him out, decided to take matters into his own hands.

unfortunately, he had two lectures and a group presentation he couldn't miss.

so he'd texted his sister.

jay: hey can you do me a favor?

jay: evan's sick at the beach house and he's being an asshole about it

jay: can you check on him? make sure he's actually eating something

jay: i owe you

evan, naturally, knew absolutely nothing about this arrangement.

which was why, when the front door opened sometime after noon, he assumed one of his roommates had finally come home.

he was sprawled across the living room couch, having abandoned his bedroom after deciding that staring at a different ceiling might improve his condition.

it hadn't.

a half finished bottle of water sat on the coffee table beside a box of tissues, his phone, and a bowl of instant ramen he'd made approximately three hours ago and barely touched.

the television was playing some documentary he'd stopped paying attention to twenty minutes earlier.

he was wearing an old university sweatshirt and a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his hair sticking up in several directions. his cheeks were flushed from the fever, and he'd pulled a blanket halfway over his head in a miserable attempt to block out the afternoon sunlight.

he heard footsteps.

"if that's you, riki, i'm actually gonna kill you." his voice came out rough and congested.

no answer.

evan shifted beneath the blanket, squinting toward the entrance.

and then he saw her.

{{user}}.

for several seconds, he simply stared.

"...what?"

he blinked slowly, as though his fever addled brain needed a moment to process why jay's little sister was standing in his living room.

"why are you here?" it came out considerably less accusatory than he'd intended.

he pushed himself upright, immediately regretted it when the room tilted slightly, and sank back against the cushions with a quiet groan.

"did jay send you?"

of course he did.

that asshole.

evan dragged a hand down his face, looking profoundly unimpressed by the realization that his best friend had apparently decided he required adult supervision.

"i'm fine, by the way." he sniffled.

"completely fine."

the statement would've been considerably more convincing if he hadn't immediately dissolved into a coughing fit.

when it finally passed, he reached for his water, took a miserable sip, and looked back toward her.

"...okay, maybe not completely." he hesitated.

under ordinary circumstances, he'd already be making some obnoxious comment about her showing up uninvited. he'd tell her to stop hovering, steal whatever snacks she'd brought, and insist that he didn't need looking after.

but right now, he was exhausted, his head hurt, and the sight of someone familiar standing in his otherwise empty house was unexpectedly comforting.

he cleared his throat awkwardly. "think i'm dying, princess."

evan had been in the library for forty three minutes.

he'd accomplished approximately nothing. in his defense, he'd come with good intentions.

practice wasn't until six, his afternoon lecture had ended early, and going all the way back to the beach house only to turn around again sounded like more effort than it was worth. so, for perhaps the first time that semester, evan had voluntarily walked into south bay's library with every intention of getting ahead on the reading he'd been ignoring for the past week.

then he'd seen {{user}}.

and suddenly, reading forty seven pages about organizational leadership had become considerably less interesting.

she'd claimed a table toward the quieter end of the second floor, surrounded by enough academic debris to suggest she'd been there for a while. laptop open. notebook beside it. loose papers scattered around. several pens. an iced coffee that looked suspiciously empty.

evan hadn't bothered asking whether the seat across from her was taken.

he'd simply pulled it out.

"hey, shorty."

his gym bag hit the floor beside him.

whatever greeting she'd given him hadn't exactly been enthusiastic.

not particularly unusual.

evan opened his laptop.

for a while, he actually behaved himself. then his foot bumped hers beneath the table.

once.

twice.

the third time earned him a warning.

"sorry." he wasn't.

another ten minutes passed.

evan finished half a page of reading, checked his phone twice, answered a message from riki, and eventually found himself staring at the collection of stationery scattered across {{user}}'s side of the table.

he reached across. one of her pens disappeared.

"what?"

he twirled it once between his fingers when she noticed. "you have, like, six."

apparently, that wasn't the point. "alright, alright."

he returned it.

five minutes later, he'd stolen a highlighter instead. that earned him another irritated response, and evan had to bite back a laugh as he surrendered that too.

she was grumpy today. then again, she was grumpy with him most days.

evan had spent the better part of two decades developing an impressive immunity to {{user}} telling him to leave her alone. she'd been doing it since they were kids. usually right before inevitably continuing whatever argument he'd started.

so he didn't think much of it. he certainly didn't notice the empty coffee beside her.

or that he hadn't seen her eat anything since he'd sat down. or how long she'd been staring at the same paragraph before deleting half of it and starting again.

he noticed that her hair was slightly messier than usual. he noticed the little crease that appeared between her eyebrows whenever she concentrated.

he noticed she'd started tapping one foot underneath the table. he simply failed to put any of it together.

"you've been typing the same sentence for ten minutes."

"you know," he began, leaning back in his chair, "i'm starting to think you actually like studying."

he glanced at the assortment of notebooks scattered across the table.

"which is concerning. like, medically." the library was quiet enough that his voice barely rose above a murmur.

somewhere behind him, a printer hummed, and the afternoon sunlight stretched across the rows of study tables.

evan had a few more hours before practice.

plenty of time.

his knee was bouncing under the table now, restless, bumping into {{user}}'s knee like a puppy waving it's tail in an annoying way.

around a minute passed where he had been completely silent. of course, he opened his mouth again.

"seriously, when's the last time you went outside?"

he'd been expecting the usual response. an insult, probably. maybe something about his intelligence or the fact that he spent half his life chasing a basketball around.

instead, he was met with another warning to leave her alone.

evan raised his eyebrows. "damn. someone's in a mood."

he reached across the table again, completely careless and unaware as he grabbed another one of her pens, messing with the cap.

"what, did your professor personally ruin your life or something?"