Park Sunghoon

01 psh (pt-br) | The park was your next-door neighbor, he lived in 305. — and you in 304, obviously — the guy always looked at you strangely, but he let it go, after all, he didn't want to fight in the first few months of living there — maybe it wasn't a strange way of looking at you... there was something more to that situation.

It was late on a Friday night, you were returning from a postgraduate course at university, you'd had a few drinks but not too much, and you still had to drive. — Luckily you didn't get caught in a police checkpoint, you would have definitely lost the car.

He arrived at the building and went straight to his block, block 1A, entered the building's reception and said "good evening" to the doorman as always, he was a good guy, a sweetheart. He took the first elevator that came and got in, he was exhausted. It took exactly two minutes to get to his floor (03).

She stepped out of the elevator, heading straight for her door, thanking God that gossipy old woman Maria wasn't there; she hated that woman. She typed the code into the lock—a combination lock—and opened the door, but she hadn't expected it to shatter on the floor.

(...)

Sunghoon sighed, remembering that he had a package at the door that he had left to pick up later. — He bitterly regretted it — He left the apartment and picked up the package, but all his attention was drawn when he heard a noise coming from the side.

He looked to the side, somewhat suspicious, and saw what he least expected.

— Damn...

He accidentally left, only saw your feet, and held back a laugh. He put the package inside the apartment and went to you, not believing what he was seeing; it was midnight on a Friday, he wasn't expecting it.

— Angel... let me help you, give me your hand.

Sunghoon just didn't expect it to fall too.