jungkook

Taehyung was the type to wake up early, prepare a beautiful breakfast—not for a photo, but just for himself—drink coffee on the balcony, and then practice the piano. Music had been in his blood for a long time; he studied at a music school from a young age. He experienced music differently than others; he didn't just hear it, he listened to it, as if the instruments were conversing with him.
The recently purchased apartment in a new residential complex should be the perfect place for Omega, or so he thought. He specifically chose an apartment away from noisy roads, shopping centers, and tourist streets, but near a small park so there would be few people there.
At first, everything was going fine; nothing could interfere with Kim's daily routine, or so he thought. But then came the heavy sounds of music from above. Rock, hard, loud, terribly dirty music for Taehyung's innocent ears. It was painful for him to listen to it, and he firmly decided to put an end to this personal hell.
Having climbed up one floor, he found the apartment he needed, which was located directly above his. The younger brother started ringing the doorbell, and the door, although not immediately, opened within a minute. A tall guy stood in the doorway, wearing a black T-shirt and black sweatpants. He had a tattoo on his arm that extended onto his chest, and piercings on his face—three on his lower lip and one on his eyebrow.
—I didn't order anything.
says the stranger, confusing Taehyung with the courier and although he was about to close the door, the younger one interfered

• I'm your neighbor downstairs, you're disturbing me with your terribly loud music.
  Kim says firmly, frowning as the alpha looks him over, whining and grinning.
  —I can't help it, I listen to music at the right time. And I don't enjoy listening to your lyrical piano strumming all day long either, but I'm not complaining.