A/N: this was originally posted in AO3 but i wanted to post this here too! anw enjoy!
This was the second time he can't sleep. Enjolras stares in the ceiling as darkness envelopes his vision.
"What the fuck? Courf, can you ask the neighbors to lessen their noise? There are people living in the apartment too," the blond man exhaled deeply to ease his annoyance however, no one heard him.
His roommates were sleeping peacefully on their own beds despite the noise coming from their neighbor's room. He shifted to his bed as he tried to cover his ears with the pillows yet, the loud music still enters the room. He really doesn't have a problem with loud music but, in the middle of the night, when people started to drift off to their peaceful slumber— he might be exaggerating to all of this— but really, he just wanted to sleep.
Those neighbors really get to his nerves. Apparently, there were only in the second floor of the apartment, he might consider to report them to their landlord.
He quickly erased that thought as he started to rise up to his bed and wore his robes and made his way to their neighbors' door. "All I wanted is a good night sleep," he thought as he hear the music coming from the room. Not noticing the apartment's number, he knocked on the door.
Frustration etched on his face when there is nobody opening the damn door. He wanted to disturb them since it was really a torture for him that he really can't go to sleep. His fist was already clenched, ready to knock the door once again then somebody opened it.
"This stranger doesn't looked someone who could be playing that head-banging music", he told himself. His fists were hanging up in mid-air and lowered it to his sides. The peaceful-looking fellow just looked at him.
"Well, good midnight to you, neighbor! How can I help you?" the long-haired stranger cheerily asked and smiled to him. Enjolras was slightly taken aback by his neighbor's mood.
"This may be too much but, may I request to lower your music? They're quite a bit loud," he told with his somehow-really-polite-loud voice and returned a smile to his neighbor.
"I'm sorry, but it's not me who you can ask that. It's my roommate's. You should ask Ep." they gestured inside of their apartment.
The blonde man took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose —avoiding to make a scene in the middle of the night— He wanted to barge in but suddenly, the music was toned down. The whole floor was suddenly quite.
"Hey, Jehan. What are you doing? You should be here!" a voice was heard to the other room. "I guess it was from their partner, I guess?" he thought. Suddenly, there is someone approaching the doorway. Enjolras can't quite see their face since the light is off.
"Ep, say hello to our neighbor!" Jehan shouted to his approaching roommate. Enjolras only waved to them but he shouldn't be making this conversation longer, he really wanted to get back to sleep. "I'd better get going and Jehan, thanks for telling to lessen the volume. I'd better be off sleeping. Bye." He strode towards his apartment.
"That's a fresh start." Jehan nervously laughed since he didn't want to be kicked out along with his roommates if they got reported to their landlord.
Beside him, a young woman only snickered as the blonde man left. She can't hardly explain her first impression to the man who just left when she just almost barely got there.
"There are many things to annoy Mr. Blondie, Jehan. It's only getting started," she told Jehan as she went back inside along with Jehan who shook his head.
"This will gonna be a fucking rough ride," Enjolras told himself as he went to bed.
The next morning.
"Hey, Taire, can you pass the salt, please. I forgot to take it and also get the oil." Jehan breaks the egg as he mixed the eggs on a bowl.
"Wait a minute!" Grantaire shouted from the living room as he puts down his smartphone on their coffee table.
Jehan's cooking made both of his roommates felt their mouth water since he cooks the best. Ever since they decided to move out, the three of them decided to be roommates and luckily, they found a decent apartment near their workplace.
Jehan is a librarian in Mabeuf's Bookshop along the city streets in Corinthe whereas both Eponine and Grantaire work as baristas in Café Musain on the opposite side of the bookshop.
Eponine admitted that she's really lucky to find someone like her best friends to be her roommates after she left her dysfunctional family. She didn't quite imagine that after a long conversation with both Jehan and Grantaire, she would convinced them to live together. The three of them just finished college right after they decided to be roommates.
For Jehan and Grantaire, they really live in an apartment right before Eponine convinced them to live as roommates. Luckily, their new apartment was way more better and decent than their last apartment since it was infested with some things that should be checked by the pest control. When they thought about this, they're really lucky that they have live longer up to this day despite living in that shit hole.
As Jehan finished cooking breakfast, they all eat in a comfortable silence but suddenly, the silence was broken when they heard someone knocking on the door.
"Just a minute!" Eponine shouted across the room. "Okay, what the fuck did we do?" she lowered her voice as she asked her roommates while Jehan only arched his eyebrow to Eponine. "For fuck sake, Ep. We have caused a major disturbance to our neighbors last midnight and you'll ask us what did we do?" Jehan pointed his fork accusingly to Eponine and Grantaire's direction which made Grantaire shrugged at him.
"Okay, okay. Calm down, mom." Eponine jokingly raised her hands as a sign of defeat. The ginger haired man just shook his head and continued eating while Grantaire didn't mind the commotion between his roommates. Eponine walked towards the door and mentally prepared herself for their landlord in case that they will kick them out.
She opened the door and she was relieved that it wasn't Mr. Valjean, their landlord but to her surprise it was their neighbor, blondie.
Eponine looked up at her neighbor, eyebrows raised. The young woman was never afraid to him, except to the fact that the disturbance they've caused might kick them out in their apartment.
"What do you want, Blondie?" she crossed her arms, clearly showing the annoyance from her voice. "Can you make it fast? I'm dying here." This only made the young man sighed in defeat.
"Your lucky that I didn't even report you to Mr. Valjean. Thank your good, considerate neighbor, miss Jondrette." Enjolras emphasized as he smiled and left in a hurry, stroding towards the apartment's stairs, leaving the woman dumbstruck on her doorway.
Eponine frozed, wondering how Blondie got her fake last name. Unable to find her words, the brunette quickly closed the door as she slumped on the floor making a loud thud.
Both of her roommates heard the sound, rushing towards their friend. They're both worried that Eponine was hurt by someone who knocked, but it only made them confused as she laughed which made Jehan and Grantaire looked to each other—leaving them confused.
"Miss Eponine Jondrette Thenardier, you made us nervous there for a sec," Jehan crouched beside her, making Eponine grin like an idiot. "Okay, Ep, why are you smiling like that?" Grantaire crossed his arms focussing on the brunette.
To Eponine, she really find the blondie intriguing— as a matter of fact, there's no one who's as stubborn as her. If she wanted to be friends with him, first she will annoy– no, torture him, figuratively.
"If they give you torture, throw them torture," she muttered loudly, her roommates were so confused, it only made the three laughed together, enjoying the moment in a bright sunny morning.