He was blue today.

The boy who lived from next door to your house looked annoyingly attractive in a way that you can't put your finger on. He always looked good, but lately, he seem to wear a frown on his face more often than usual. The frown meant something and you wanted to know why. Maybe it was about school? Maybe he has a girlfriend and they broke up that's why he looked stressed. At first it was a simple tug of curiosity, now, it seemed to have evolved into feelings. He is on his third year of college and you're only high school junior. You and him are five years apart.

You meet him everyday outside your house when you both walk to the bus stop. He lives next door to your house. He never talked to you or you to him even though you stand beside each other as you wait for the bus. He just stares straight ahead with his earphones plugged into his ears. The bus arrived, and you always sat across him. No reason in particular. He looked out the window, gazing out into the view of several tall buildings, too apathetic to care about what was happening around him that he didn't notice you stealing glances at him. At first, it was nothing but now you're not do sure.

The next day, he wore a jacket with a red hoodie. It was a bit chilly as you yourself wore an extra layer of coat over your uniform. Today, his lips looked especially tinted and his cheeks burned red. He didn't have earphones and he was dozing off as if he didn't sleep at all. the previous night.

You stared at him, positive that he wouldn't notice you blatantly watching him sleep. You wanted so bad to take the seat beside him and rest his drooping head on your shoulder. Then, you panicked slightly the moment he opened his eyes and met yours but you managed to keep your cool. You quickly looked somewhere else just to avoid the embarrassing confrontation. He caught you staring at him and that made him smile a little. He hid it under the pretense of reading something funny on his phone while seeing how you pretend to be oblivious to him.

You saw him smile and you thought he looked different when he smiles. Suddenly, he was yellow. Like the sun, radiant. You stopped looking at him, afraid you'll get caught again. The bus stopped at your destination and you got off before him. He goes to a known university and you only see each other in the morning when you go to school and in the afternoon when it's time to go home. You both ride the same bus going home and sit at the same seats, across each other, without ever talking to each other.

You walked to school, a two minute walk from the bus stop, and prepared for another dreadful day. You hated that your first period was Physical Education. You hate sweating the first half of the day and having to shower in the girl's locker room where the guys always — always — find a way to get pictures of girls in underwear. Guys in your school are so stupid and immature. You wish you weren't in the same school but you were and it sucks having to see them everyday.

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Today, when going home, he wasn't there. His was at was empty as you stared at it. You only snapped out of your own world when a working man occupied his seat. You stared out of the window and wondered why he wasn't here ,but shortly after, you stopped wondering because the answer was in front of you. The bus that stopped beside yours had his face in one of the windows.

He looked Green and happy, sitting with his friends. You could tell his friends are talking about the lady that just got off. He met your eyes again. This time, you didn't feel any embarrassment when he caught you staring. You blatantly stopped looking and turned your gaze to the traffic lights that just turned green. He was puzzled that you didn't react the way he expected you to. You didn't blush and lowered your gaze. You didn't have that cute expression when he caught you the first time. You felt cold.

You walked ahead of him and he walked behind you with a five meter distance. He watched you from behind, your hair is getting long as it almost reached the clasp of your bra underneath your uniform. The first time he saw you, your hair was as short as his. You had that girl crush hair. He thought the way you cut your hair short and the back part shaved like an undercut suited you. Now it's growing back again. You still look nice but more feminine. Everyday you're growing more feminine. You blush and tuck your hair behind your ears often when you read your notes on the bus.

You both opened the gates to your house and went inside without a single nod. Your window faced his room and most of the time his curtains are closed but tonight he opened them for reasons unknown to you. Although, he seemed like the type of person who likes to keep things private and he's at that age where frustration is greatest so you figured he's been busy. However, you couldn't help but wonder if he has ever brought a girl in his room.

Someone as good looking as he is must have no problem with taking girls home. Has he done it with a girl before? In his room? With his curtains closed? Possible. You thought about it as you sat on your desk chair, chin propped on your palms while staring into space, imagining the things your next door neighbor might be doing whenever he closes his curtains.

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He sat himself on the bed and took his jacket off, catching a glimpse of you from the view of his window. From where he was, he could see you sitting and spacing out on your desk for almost ten minutes but you couldn't see him. He once saw you change in that spot and remember how hot he felt afterwards, seeing your developed body. You had curves in all the right places despite being young.

He couldn't forget how you looked good as you unbuttoned your uniform and took them off, your white matching cotton underwear that covered you up only slightly but left nothing to his imagination. He always thought you looked more mature than your actual age and it lessened the guilt of actually having feelings, no, not feelings but being physically attracted to someone five years younger.

The first time it happened, you were walking around in your underwear, completely at ease that no one was watching you but he was. He was and it was the first day he moved there. The first time he laid his eyes on you, he felt an immense pull of attraction towards you. He imagined you naked. He felt bad afterwards and so he decided to keep his curtains close to not be tempted. You were young and it didn't feel right but he couldn't stop imagining you every night. You gave him enough pleasure without actually conversing in real life, fantasizing about you was what kept him sane on some nights. However, you're still a girl yet to be a woman. He knew he can't touch you.

You looked so deep in your thoughts. He noticed the sudden change of expression on your face; your eyes coming back to life and your cheeks slightly tinted a warm pink. Sometimes he wonders what goes on in your mind when you space out like that. He wanted to stare at you all night but he has a ton of school works and presentations to finish. He stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and then he went for a shower.

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You stretched your arms and your back out as soon as you wrote the small period at the end of your assignment. Finally, your homework was done. It was around 11pm then when you stood ip from your study table and noticed, just before you turn the lights off in your room, that the lights in his bedroom are still on. You can only see a part of his bed from your window and you doubted that he was there in his room.

About to walk away from the window pane, you heard someone's distant voice, two people are talking in the narrow alleyway between your house and Jin's. Out of curiosity, you leaned over your opened window to see who it was and you recognized Jin's clothes. He was with a girl and she was saying something to him. They got into the car and a few minutes later, the same car began to move as if it was being shaken vigorously but rhythmically.

Being a young adult, you know enough stuff. The birds and the bees is an old story when there are things like porn sites all over the internet. You have watched a few with your friends, just to see what all the hype was about, and you wished you hadn't taken that path. The whole idea of porn scared you. It was too much and now you cannot undo what you've seen. The car continued to move along with what was happening inside and there's only one thing you can think of to make the car move the way it does. They're having sex.

Jin returned to his room when he was done for the night. He felt a slight pang of regret after doing the girl in a car parked between your house and his. Why was he so worried though? He noticed that your lights have been turned off and he thought that you must be sleeping. You're a high school student after all, your classes starts early, you need as much energy as you can get.

He was about to step away from his window when a whimper caught his attention, his ears perked up but the sound didn't come. Maybe he's imagining things yet it sounded so much like you. Then there it was again.

Ohh.

The soft whimper sounded clear this time and he couldn't be mistaken that it came from your room across his. He stood frozen in the darkness and silence of his room, listening to you. He could only imagine the things you've been doing to be able to produce a wonderful sound like that. He leaned his back against the wall beside his window, hidden from view And he listened more to your sounds. It wasn't that loud so he had to concentrate a lot. In the darkness, he could feel himself getting hard again but this was a stronger kind of arousal because the girl next door, the girl who he has fantasized naked before is moaning inside her room with the lights turned off. He could imagine how innocent you looked with your arm under the sheets and your hand slipping under your white cotton underwear, diving between your thighs. He didn't know what made this sudden change on you. You weren't the type to do these things. You were too innocent but maybe.. maybe what he did tonight turned you on.

He smiled to himself even when he knew nothing was certain. You just sounded so good and he couldn't believe he is helping himself get off while listening to you. He wondered if you even know how to use your fingers properly, if you're getting your pink flesh wet enough, how many fingers you can fit tight now. Maybe you can barely fit two. He can almost see you, your lower half naked as you spread your legs on the bed, biting your lips. He has always imagined you to be the pinnacle of innocence. You wouldn't know how to pleasure yourself but tonight you're just doing it as much as you can because you feel horny.

Your slight moans sound desperate and soon became muffled. He pumped his hand faster, hearing enough from you to create an image in his mind. How tempting would it be if you were fingering yourself on his bed? He cursed under his breath at the impure image his mind made up, your legs spread open, the crotch of your underwear would be soaked as your fingers keep them aside while you bring yourself to an orgasm with one finger. You're middle finger because it's the longest. You'd throw your head back and moan from feeling too good, like you're doing now. You'd be dripping. Fuck.

His release spilled on his hand and covered his tip. He spread it over his length, still thinking about you, how you would handle the after math of his arousal. He figured, you wouldn't like blow jobs and the taste of cum so you can't do much but look and watch at how he twitched from his orgasm but that's okay. He wouldn't force you. Your innocence was enough to make him cum before and now you did this. He didn't know how he can face you tomorrow.

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author's note;
This is the first part of the imagine. I only made little changes to it. The next part will be different. I'm planning to add maybe a few more chapters before the real smut. 😉

Also, I need feedback. Do you think I should just continue using you or is it better to write in a first/third person pov?