[ When Kim first notices two boys pile into a unit close to his, Kim correctly identifies them as newcomers, likely nervous about the predicament they've found themselves in and reluctant to part. It is forgivable for the first night. He knows, too, that he's a more observant person than most, and comes to the happy conclusion that they won't get into trouble for an odd sleepover or two, especially if they keep things quiet.
But then they just keep doing it, over and over again, and Kim comes to the conclusion that they think that this is feasible for them to keep up permanently. It really isn't any of his business, but every time he notices them recklessly strolling down to the vending machines together, their music and voices too loud, cutting it far, far too close when the building superintendent comes to pry, he makes up his mind to say something. So late one evening, instead of having his nightly cigarette and going to bed, he waits outside of their apartment, knowing that around this hour, one or both of them tend to pop out, even briefly. Once one does, they'll be treated to the sight of Kim, bright orange jacket a beacon in the dim light of evening, looking up from reading an article on his phone. ]
Ah. Good evening, gentlemen. [ They are nothing of the sort, but still. ] I've been meaning to have a word.
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But then they just keep doing it, over and over again, and Kim comes to the conclusion that they think that this is feasible for them to keep up permanently. It really isn't any of his business, but every time he notices them recklessly strolling down to the vending machines together, their music and voices too loud, cutting it far, far too close when the building superintendent comes to pry, he makes up his mind to say something. So late one evening, instead of having his nightly cigarette and going to bed, he waits outside of their apartment, knowing that around this hour, one or both of them tend to pop out, even briefly. Once one does, they'll be treated to the sight of Kim, bright orange jacket a beacon in the dim light of evening, looking up from reading an article on his phone. ]
Ah. Good evening, gentlemen. [ They are nothing of the sort, but still. ] I've been meaning to have a word.