Summary: The fire alarm went off at 2am and now the cute guy from the flat across the street is standing next to Elsa in his underwear. Not that she's got enough (or any) clothes on, herself. (Two-shot)

Prompt: "The fire alarm went off at 3am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear."

Read A/N at the bottom of chapter two if you think you've encountered this ff before.

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Elsa had decided that Worst should had been her first name.

Which is... not surprising, considering the chaos-on-all-fronts of the past few days that seemed to follow her.

It wasn't because the semester was about to start again next week. Neither was it because of the Asian guy she met at the café back home who kept on bugging her for a date.

Nope.

It was because of that Monday when she was checking her schedule on her online uni-account and she'd accidentally clicked the Delete Schedule button and she had to do the enrollment procedures all over again. And the time when they attended a party and she was left sticking out like a sore thumb with her silk dress and five-inch heels for the rest of the event because informing her about the theme apparently slipped off her mother's mind. Also that morning of her flight back to Uni and her sister just had to spill one extra-large cup of latté on her bag. It wouldn't really have mattered for the daughter of the CEO, you see, if only Anna decided to justify her clumsiness when they were still at home, not on the airport, ten minutes before her flight.

Oh, not to mention the times before that when she'd accidentally mistaken salt as sugar while baking, ran out of gasoline on her way to their cousin's wedding, forgot to bring her wedding gift, and when she unknowingly flushed her cellphone in the toilet... 'don't even dare ask how it happened!'.

What did she even do to deserve one hell of a week? Elsa might have asked herself that question for who knew how many times already.

Was it because of the black cat she nearly ran over last Sunday? Or the mirror she broke while rearranging stuff in her room later that night? Because she knew after that, luck hadn't been on her side... and Luck was her last name for Pete's sake!

And now here she was, on the very first Monday of the month, standing outside their apartment with only a towel wrapped around her body, at two in the morning.

Who takes a shower at that time of the day, anyway?

Yup. She was definitely changing her name from Elsa Luck to Worst Luck.

It was decided then.

But for now, the only thing she had to worry about was how she can't peel her eyes off her neighbor.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus...

Of course he sleeps shirtless. What else did I expect?

Wait. What?

Dammit!

Her mother was surely going to have a fit on her once she discovered how the neighborhood was literally on fire and Elsa cared more about the fact that the cute guy from the flat across the street wasn't wearing a shirt. Or pants.

It wasn't like she was wearing enough clothes, herself.

"Elsa, you couldn't be more obvious."

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, right." Even though she wasn't looking at her roommate, she could clearly see her rolling her eyes at her. "Aside from drooling at the sight of that boy next door in all his glory... you're not really doing anything."

The man in subject had transferred in the area two months before last semester ended. Elsa didn't do crushes. But it sure didn't stop the girl to keep on nagging her about how even her Luck bloodline couldn't be immune to a sight like him.

"Sshh! Will you please keep your voice down? And he's wearing boxers."

"Boxer brief."

Just then, he turned around and caught her eye, smiling brightly at her before turning his attention back to the old lady that still seemed to be half asleep while talking. It took her brain three seconds to process she'd been caught staring and quickly (albeit too late) shifted her gaze to her roommate. She couldn't help the heat from spreading all over her face, though.

"That's what I thought." Teresa let out a guffawed laugh at her friend's embarrassment which earned a few head turns from the other residents. Great. People are probably thinking they'd somehow lost their minds.

"Teresa, you- crap!"

"Sorry, you've got to try harder."

"No!" Elsa timidly (frantically) tried to fix her hair all the while making sure her towel remained its rightful place (really, because she didn't know how she would face the world if it didn't)."I mean- shit- he's coming over."

"I've never heard you curse twice in one week, and you haven't even talked to the guy."

"Please, stop wiggling your eyebrows. I'm practically naked!"Elsa pressed.

"So? He's practically naked, too."

"Geez. Thanks a lot." Elsa wasn't sure whether her best friend (right now, she wasn't so sure about that either) was only ignoring the glare she was sending her way or if the girl was oblivious to it.

"Just keep that towel secured and you'll be safe. I'll be right back! Need to make a call. " With that, her best friend fled.

"What?! No! Wait-"

"Hey,"

Author's note :

Hi! If you haven't read my Bio, not that I mind if you won't, I was previously overdeque. I already posted Chapter 1 of this in that account so for those of you who found it a familiar, that's why. Anyway…