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Our Time | JJK (Seven)

Summary: After an accident and being in a coma for three months, you finally wake. But the last nine years of your life have been completely erased. You rely on none other than your best friend, Jungkook, to help regain your memories and yourself. But what happens when the truth of your missing time starts unraveling and it isn’t all it’s made out to be?

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader (Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC) side pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: crime au, fluff, heavy angst, smut, romance, darker themes, amnesia au. Best friends to ???

Word Count: 12.4k

Warnings: seriously depressing (for now) swearing, mentions of alcoholism, allusions to cheating

a/n: Hiiiiiii, long time no see!! Sorry for the delay and thank you for waiting. This story is at a depressing point (lol) so forgive me! I hope you guys can enjoy this chapter too 🥺 Well, I hope you guys enjoy and  please let me know what you think! Send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat :]

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An eternity has passed since you’ve last seen Jungkook…a total of six weeks. Each day has gotten equally harder as it has gotten easier. You think it’s just your body slowly getting used to his absence but your mind is yearning. Yearning and hurting.

But there is something that’s also painful like missing your ex-husband—your best friend—and it’s the videos of your life. A life you know nothing of. 

If you thought pictures were hard, videos are much harder.

But you asked for this. You asked your parents and your friends to send you old pictures and videos of times you don’t remember living.

You’re seeing pictures of you and your friends in restaurants you don’t know. Bars you don’t know. Concerts for artists you don’t know. Pictures of you in your bedroom, but it’s a bedroom you don’t know. 

You have haircuts and styles you don’t know.

In the videos, you hear yourself laughing at inside jokes you don’t know. You’re using vocab and slang you don’t know. You see yourself giggling and joking around with people you. don’t. know. And you feel more like an outsider than ever. Not just to this world but to the girl you see on screen, you are an outsider to herworld. 

Perhaps you’ve gotten too use to separating your different selves. And perhaps that makes it harder to unite with them.

Past you is current you but current you thinks of current you as future you. 

It’s all a headache to think about. 

You know they’re all you but because you’ve kept them separate, it’s somehow becoming the shackles that stops all the you’s from uniting. 

And that’s what needs to happen for all of your memories to return. You have to unite 24 year old you and 33 year old you. It’s only your sanity on the line.

Now that you’ve discovered a couple of things, the only way to go from here is to intentionally spark your memories—in any way. You have to. Because you know 33 year old you has started something...

You quickly tear your eyes from the video on screen to take a quick peak towards the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. You’ve visited the attic a few times because of all of the memories that are stored in there.

But those boxes are filled with more than just memories.

Your eyes go back to your phone in hand as your thumb hesitantly hovers over the screen. You know you should move on to another video but it almost feels like you don’t have it in you. You don’t have it in you to stop listening to the sound of your child’s laughter when you can’t recognize it.

You don’t have it in you to stop the possibility of triggering your brain to suddenly remember him. 

You finally force your thumb to the screen and you quickly pause it. You take in a sharp breath before exiting the video to scroll through the five videos your mom sent you. You see Haru in all five. And you can see Jungkook in three of them. You chose one where you couldn’t see Jungkook. 

But this video of Haru’s giggles feels just as heartbreaking but more than anything, it feels frustrating. Because you don’t know him. 

And that feels like an unbearable heartache on its own.

Suddenly, your eyes bounce from the video thumbnails to the text your mom just sent you.

Mom 7:28am

Good morning! We’re our way to the station and should arrive in Seoul around 2pm. You’re still picking us up, right?

You slowly close your already drooping eyes, the moment way too brief before you open them again, glancing towards the living room windows where the obvious sunlight comes through. Another night you didn’t sleep. Your eyes battling your brain. You might get a few hours if you try to sleep now, at the least. 

~

“I just don’t understand how you can drink those all day,” Your mother’s eyes go from the knife in her hand to the iced coffee in yours. “I know it’s got to be giving you heartburn.” She laughs a little while shaking her head, eyes going back down to the cutting board where she chops onions.

You blink at your mom before dropping your eyes to the coffee in your hand, “Wait, is this why?” 

She chuckles again, “Must be from your dads side of the family.” She shrugs now, letting the onions slide off the board and into a pan.

You roll your eyes at your moms playful comment before sliding the coffee away from you as you sit at your kitchen island, “Anyway, dad’s kind of taking a while, no?” You glance around the kitchen as if he would suddenly appear here. 

Your mom smiles to herself while her hands remain busy with cooking dinner, “Yeah, he’s waiting for me to text him saying he can come back from the store.”

You can’t help but snort since you know exactly what she means.

Back when you were a teenager and going through life’s woes that made the whole world feel like it was ending, you would have your meltdowns. Period cramps that made you moody, a friend talking behind your back, the boy you liked was seen kissing someone else. All the things your dad left your mom to handle. He would suddenly want to go to the store and she would somehow signal him when it was safe to return—after the two of you got to talk out whatever was bothering you.

You realize she’s done it now.

“You never used to take this long to tell me what was going on though.” Your mom says quietly, eyes trained on the stove.  “Especially not about Jungkook.” She sighs as she reaches for the wooden spoon before stirring the ingredients. 

You feel something sharp inside your chest, just at the mention of his name, like there’s a sharp knife.

You turn your face to the side, something uncomfortable and electric tightens your jaw. As if it’s a burning signal that even the mere mention of Jungkook, makes you want to cry. But you won’t. “Well, mom.” You take a deep breath before looking towards her again with a sarcastic smile. “Our marriage wasn’t exactly as perfect as you thought.”

You hope this is enough for her to realize that Haru’s disappearance wasn’t the wedge that created such distance between you and your now, ex-husband. 

You stare at the back of your mom’s head as she stands at the stove, still cooking. You wonder if she’s in utter shock at the revelation that perhaps Jungkook isn’t perfect. And your marriage definitely wasn’t. You wait and wait. But you see how she starts adding in a few other things.

“I said—”

“—What marriage is perfect?” Your mom finally turns around, cutting you off with a raised brow. “I never thought that. I’ll never think that. About anyone.” She scoffs before turning towards the stove again. “I told you that you didn’t usually take this long to talk about Jungkook with me.”

You don’t say anything.

Your mom turns her head towards you for a moment, you see the corner of her lip barely start to lift, like a knowing smile wants to form but her frown decides not to budge, “You were married to him for years…you don’t think you’ve come to complain to me?”

You understand her almost smirk now. She faces forward towards the stove again.

“Maybe around six months before Haru’s…incident. You came to Busan and I could tell something was up and you needed to talk.” Your mom rests a hand on her hip, while the other reaches for the stove knob as she turns it down. “But just like now…” She turns her head to eye you again, her worries pulling her lips into a deeper frown. “You took a while to tell me.”

You don’t really react. Not as your brain processes this information.

Your mom continues, “So I know your marriage wasn’t perfect. Jungkook’s not perfect. You’re not perfect.” She exhales through her nose in a half laugh. “I’m not perfect. Your father’s not either. But what’s between us…it has to be protected.” 

“Unless that person betrays you.” You say in a low voice, eyes going to your fingers as you pick at your cuticles. “And you lose your trust in them.”

You hear your mom at the stove again as she turns it off and puts the lid on the pan. After a moment you see your mother in your peripherals as she comes to the other side of the counter and sits next to you. 

“You mentioned something similar back then.” She says quietly, her face looking ahead. “But then I thought…well, that you thought it wasn’t what you thought.”

You quickly turn your head in your moms direction, eyes on hers. What all did you say to her? “Well, it was.” You say firmly. 

Your mom’s eyebrows pull together slowly, something similar to confliction rising in her eyes. “And how exactly did Jungkook betray you?” She asks after a moment.

And it feels pathetic, the feeling of all the muscles in your face betraying your collected appearance. So pathetic that the answer to this question makes your expression twist and break off the cracking mask that is now crumbling and falling from your face. 

It takes less than an instant for your heartbreak to be written all over. 

Your mom puts a hand to your back, letting you cry it out. 

Just like you did when you were a moody teenager and the only one who understood your meltdowns was your mom. She lets you know that once again, that no matter how small or how big—you had every right to feel the way you wanted to. 

You cry, a soft pat repeating on your back as you mumble how sad you are and how embarrassing this is. 

This short cry feels more like relief in the right company rather than something that is rocking your world in the worst way.

Your mom chuckles a little, pulling away from you. “Embarrassing?”

“Yeah.” You nod with a shameless smile and damp cheeks. “I know you know the me that’s been married to him for years but in my eyes we’ve been on one date and he was our neighbor. So I feel like you should be teasing me about us but you’re here with more knowledge about my marriage than me.” You laugh as you cry more, “So it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Hm,” Your mom chuckles again, “I guess I can understand that.”

You nod while your fingers wipe beneath your eyes repeatedly, they’re only teary now.

Your mom brings her hand away from you, her fingers intertwining on top of the counter. You watch as she stares down at her hands in thought before she finally sighs and turns your way with a small smile. “Talk to me, y/n. You’re convinced Jungkook betrayed you in some way—ways I can only assume—but tell me, do you really think he’s capable of what you’re thinking?”

You study your mother’s expression for a long moment, brows beginning to furrow when you realize she doesn’t buy it. Tearing your eyes away from her, your lips twist in annoyance, “Are you saying I shouldn’t believe in my own memories?”

You hear your mom sigh again, “You remembered something unpleasant, y/n. I’m not saying I don’t believe you…but even back then,” She pauses, hoping you will look at her but you don’t. She finally continues, “Things just didn’t add up…”

You’re quick to find her eye again, “What all did I tell you?”

At this, your mother scoffs lightly, her small smile still on her lips. “Nothing that really made sense. Seemed like you just…couldn’t tell me things. But I’m not dumb, you know? You drop plenty of hints when you get talking.”

“Oh.” You blink at her, wishing you could even remember whatever hints she’s referring to. 

“But the issue is that you stopped talking. You got quiet.” Your mother looks back at her hands again, her gaze hardening. “Then when Haru’s incident happened…you shut us all out. Everyone…” She whispers, lines between her brows forming, a hint of disappointment in her voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Even Jungkook.”

You can’t help but feel that same knife start slicing open the inside of your chest at the mention of his name again. “Probably because it’s his fau—”

“—He lost Haru too, y/n.” Your mom cuts you off, her eyes that are filled with something close to anger land on you. “You both did and what’s worse is that you both lost one another in the process.”

“I don’t remember the process but I’m sure I had a hard time even looking him in the eye.” You spit out. “You don’t know what happ—”

“—Do you?” She throws back at you. “Because you have yet to give me a story that makes even a little sense.”

Your heart starts screaming like someone just squeezed it way too hard. You force yourself to look away because tears that no one invited start to form. You feel done with this conversation but before you can announce its over, your mom sighs again and her palm rests against your back and you don’t have it in you to shove her off.

“I’m sorry.” She mutters softly, almost sounding regretful. “I am. You have no idea…” You feel her hand slowly retreat from your back, “How sometimes I would just pray you wouldn’t get your memories back. So you wouldn’t…” 

Your mother’s voice grows much softer, almost too quiet to hear. 

“Seeing you heartbroken all over again hurts us, y/n. I thought it would be easier…for you. But I guess it’s just easier for us.” She admits, a sharpness in her tone that indicates her regret. “There’s no way you would live happier if parts of you felt missing.” 

You feel her words stick to your skin uncomfortably, like sweat from the hot sun rather than a run you worked for. It’s unpleasant but also unwelcomed. 

Unwelcomed because you don’t want to accept a life where that could be the case—forced to live a life even with parts of you missing.

An uncomfortable reality and possibility.

“More than…” You begin, hands lifting to gesture towards nothing. “This is more than just Jungkook.”

Your mom chuckles to herself. “Of course I know that.”

“I’m starting to wonder what would feel worse,” You glance towards your empty hands before your fingers clutch nothing softly. “Remembering my child. Or not remembering my child.” Then your lips curl into a half smile that feels so empty as you silently cringe toward yourself, “It doesn’t even feel right saying ‘my’…” you immediately halt, teeth suddenly piercing into your bottom lip. You don’t even feel right calling Haru ‘your’ child. Because you don’t feel like his mother.

You try to keep the half smile plastered on your face but the sharp shock of tears that fill your eyes betray your wants. You quickly blink them away.

“I want to hate Jungkook so bad for so many reasons,” You admit before clearing your throat, “But I mostly hate him because at least he would recognize our sons laugh while I don’t. I hate him because I blame him but at least he knows the kid that I hate him for.” 

Also an uncomfortable reality. 

“Well,” Your mothers tone lets you know she’s about to change the subject. “You had a doctor’s appointment recently, right? How did it go?”

You shake your head, “He said the progress can be really slow…and that it’s normal for the brain to block out certain traumatic events. So much…” You pause.

“So much what?”

You sigh, “So much doesn’t make sense. It has me feeling so restless.”

“I’m sorry.” Your mom releases a shaky breathy before you hear her voice crack. “I’m so sorry.”

“You know what’s the worst part?” You decide to keep the venting session going. “I just feel ashamed. I’m a parent but I don’t even know about it. I feel so lost. I don’t think if I was given a child I could—”

“This doesn’t make you less of a mother, y/n.” Your mom snaps her eyes in your direction, a fierceness in them. “You are still a parent. A damn good one at that.”

You study your mother’s expression with a fondness, because you see her sincerity. This makes your eyes sting again. “Thanks, mom.”

~

After a nice weekend with your parent’s, you decide you’ve been resting enough. You want to start working again, having too much time on your hands seems like a problem nowadays. You find yourself back at that new café.

“I’ll take a honey lavender latte.” You tell the girl at the counter, her eyes immediately widening before she nods her head in approval.

“Great choice. A personal fav.” She grins before continuing, “And I make it the best.” 

A new voice joins in from behind, startling you. “Make that two.” A man says. You quickly turn around, eyes rising towards the same man you spilled coffee on. “Oh, it’s you.”

He brings a hand to his heart, “I’m a you? That means you remember me!” He smiles at you, shaking his dark hair from his eyes. 

You bite your lip, guilt sinking in from the last time. “Well, I thought you were gonna press charges for burning you last time. So, I guess I would remember.”

He looks taken aback, his eyes going round. “Press charges?” Then he laughs, “No, no. I wouldn’t do that, who wants to deal with cops, anyway?” 

“Just the two lattes?” The girl at the counter speaks up in a sing song voice and you immediately spin in your spot to apologize to her but the man beats you to it while he pulls out his wallet.

“Should we get a cookie too?” He asks you, his head tilting a little and you start shaking your head. “You sure?” He smiles.

You’re the one taken aback. This guy is too kind. You wonder if he’s like this with everyone.

“Seokjin, you are going to buy us out again.” The girl sighs as she smiles before glancing at you. “He ordered us all out just yesterday.”

“It was for the elderly! You know they get a little cranky if they don’t get something a little sweet to eat! Hasn’t it brought more customers? You could say thank you.” He gets playfully defensive, pout on his lips and the girl gives a shrug while nodding. “Well, it does make my boss happy. And if he’s happy,” She leans over the counter and whispers. “It’s a better day for everyone.” Then she giggles.

“See!” Seokjin crosses his arms like he’s still offended. “I’m just trying to help you all have a better day!”

You guess he is this nice to everyone.

And before you know it, he’s taking out his card and paying for the drinks. You realize it but it’s too late.

“You didn’t have to pay for that…” You mumble, hand paused on your own wallet. “But thank you.”

“Hopefully you’ll have an even better day too.” He smiles at you and it feels warm. 

You take a moment to get a good look at him and you realize just how handsome he is. You remember his chest and broad shoulders from last time but now you see just how full and plump his lips are but you also like his brown eyes. 

He smiles at you again.

You’re staring.

“See you around, I guess.” Seokjin puts his wallet back into his back pocket before walking off towards a table near a window. 

You know his name but he doesn’t know yours and that feels a little bit like a shame.

But there’s no time for harmless nice guys giving you warm smiles. You’re here to work. Or actually here to retrain yourself on how to do your work. 

Your job agreed to help you relearn everything so today, you’re going to sit at a table and get trained. And the girl you knew from college that works at your job will be in contact with you if you have any questions. Mijoo. Apparently you two were a bit acquainted before you started working from home. 

When you find a table near the bookshelves, you get to work. There’s updates on old programs you were familiar with but there’s new ones too. Plus, the market is a bit different. It’s a lot to learn but you think you’ll get the hang of it quickly. Just like you did back in the day when you were just starting out.

Two hours or more has passed and you’re buried in your work. But you see a man in your peripherals and a cookie wrapped in parchment paper suddenly on the table right next to your laptop.

You look up and Seokjin gives you that same warm smile before it turns sheepish. “I ended up ordering two for myself a little while ago but I’m too full. You can have it. Well…well, only if you want it, of course.”

You blink up at him before you look at the cookie. 

“It’s okay, if you don’t!”

Your eyes go to him again and you shake your head before you give him your own smile. “No, no!” You tell him quickly, “I-I’ll take it. Thank you.”

“Oh.” His lips form the perfect ‘o’ and he gives you a nod. “Nice. See ya.” And he’s smiling again before walking out of the café.

His entire aura is warm and you realize you appreciate people like him even more now. With how cold life has been.

~

After a long day of sitting at the café, you’re now sitting on the floor of your dusty attic. It’s gotten easy to figure out which boxes were stored here by your own hands and which boxes are the ones that Jungkook packed up to avoid you seeing your life. It’s mostly obvious because Jungkook’s packing is much more organized than yours. 

You wonder if this box of framed photos in front of you is so neat because he looked at each one slowly, taking his time as he looked at the memories he knew you wouldn’t remember. 

You wonder if he took his time because he misses Haru.

And because he missed you.

You manage to conceal a bitter scoff as you lift your foot and push it flat against the box, forcing it back a few inches. Your concern isn’t Jungkook right now. Stop thinking about him. Stop looking at your photos with him. Stop looking at the life you lived with him.

Right now those are your priority.

A strained sigh leaves your mouth as you eye the boxes you’ve dragged to the other side of the attic. You’ve been trying to organize everything in here so you know what’s what. Eyes slide to the left where all your household memories are. Then they slowly drag across the attic, passing by an old, dusty desk to the right side where your personal mystery boxes are.

It’s taken a few days to really separate everything. Because this attic has more than just some boxes of memories and boxes of mysteries. It also has a few too many creepy crawlers hanging in the corners. And things you’re sure 33 year old you wanted to sell and get rid of. 

Buzz.

Your eyes suddenly shoot down to your phone when it lights up and vibrates the attic floor, already seeing that it’s another message from Misuk in the group chat with her and Subin. 

Last you checked they were gushing over a new song from an artist they like who you barely even know so you don’t rush to really look. Your eyes stay on the screen until the light dims and it goes black.

You’d be lying if you said you wish you didn’t have help. Someone to guide you to some answers.

Another strained sigh before a half assed chuckle barely rumbles in your chest.

Well, ‘someone’ could guide you to some answers. And that someone is 33 year old you but unfortunately you don’t understand majority of what you’ve found. As if only parts of the puzzle are in these boxes, just edges and corner pieces and you’re missing all the pieces that fill everything in. 

Your eyes still linger on the black screen as they begin to lose focus as your mind whirls into your endless list of questions again. The boxes of mysteries are only three boxes. One of them having nothing to do with your son, you think. But the other two have caused some concern.

Something tells you that 33 year old you is really not convinced that your son is dead.

It’s clear you were investigating on your own. But your notes barely make sense. And it is more than fucking frustrating. 

You’re about to close your eyes and groan but your phone suddenly lights up again as you feel a slight vibration next to your foot. It’s another text but it doesn’t look like its apart of the group chat.

You squint at the screen but it’s too far to really read anything so you finally give in and reach for the device and bring it closer to your face. And then you feel the sudden thump in your lower belly where your heart just landed.

Jungkook 9:19pm

How are you doing?

A razor sharp sting tightens every muscle in your body, the sudden tension making your breaths stop.

More than a month and a half since you’ve last seen and spoken to him and he’s finally said something to you. 

Finally because as much as you hate him, his existence makes you breathe. And you have to breathe to live. 

Buzz.

Your hand vibrates along with your phone and you suddenly clench your fingers around it. 

Jungkook 9:19pm

I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. 

Your heart suddenly leaps up into your throat, choking you a bit as you try to breathe. Is that a confession? It already bothers you that he barely tried to explain himself and now he’s been silent all this time. And now he’s apologizing? He’s guilty, isn’t—

Buzz.

Jungkook 9:20pm

I just wish you would talk to me y/n…

That concealed scoff from earlier has finally broken free, pushing past your lips in something like disgust. Talk to him? Talk to him? You feel an uncomfortable anger start poking your skin from the inside and you squeeze your phone harder in you hand. The fucking audacity. 

There’s a brief moment when you consider chucking your phone across the attic but fortunately you only slam it to the floor. Frustration still hot on your skin, you quickly reach for a worn out decorative pillow and hurl it in front of you with a lot of strength, knocking against the old desk as it wobbles for a moment.

You release a short puff of air, head lowering and eyes closing as you try to calm yourself. You’ll admit, it did feel kind of good to release some en—

Thump.

Your eyes snap open as you tilt your head up towards the desk where the sudden sound just came. Did something fall inside? But what? You had checked the desk before. The top drawer only had a few pens and some sticky notes while the bottom drawer was empty minus some loose sheets of printer paper. And the left side of the desk is just two empty book shelves. It is basically empty.

It was probably nothing. 

You’re about to move on, mind already wanting to go back to Jungkook when the sudden thump just can’t make sense. Something with some weight definitely fell in or on the desk, right? But you’re sure there’s nothing from when you checked the other week. 

Doesn’t hurt to look again, you decide. Maybe this is your intuition talking to you.

You finally lift yourself from the attic floor, giving one last look at the boxes that are filled with your life with Jungkook and Haru before heading towards the middle where the desk is. It’s got an impressive layer of dust that you haven’t found any real reason to clean since the desk isn’t something you’d visit often. 

Giving in, you reach for the top drawer and open it, just like you had the other week, but just like last time, the drawer only has three pens, some used sticky notes with doodles and numbers lying around and one black marker. 

You knew there was nothing. Shutting the drawer, you quickly open the bottom drawer. It’s a deeper space, like you could fit a small filing cabinet. But instead, there’s only a few loose sheets of blank printer paper. 

Not convinced, you shove your hand inside the drawer, feeling around for anything strange and even trying to reach behind but you’re met with nothing. Okay. You step away from the desk for a moment, eyeing it suspiciously because you’re certain something with more weight than any of those things fell. And fell here. 

There’s nothing else here besides this raggedy pillow. You glance down at it, the pathetic thing on the floor before you groan, kicking it away from you. 

So what? You just imagine all kinds of things now? Is that the new normal? 

Suddenly not minding the thick layer of dust, you lean forward in defeat, hands gripping the edge of the desk as you support some of your weight onto it but the desk wobbles forward on its probably broken, unsteady legs. And you know you don’t imagine it when something with some weight definitely shifts inside. 

“Uh, what was that…?” You mumble to yourself, eyebrows coming together slowly as you take another look at the desk. Your eyes immediately fall to the left side where the two empty shelves are. It definitely came from this side.

You quickly squat down, eyes trained on the shelves, inspecting every single inch of the empty and terribly dusty space. “Don’t tell me…” You whisper, expression highly focused as you look at the back panel of the shelves. The shelving space is not nearly as deep as of the width of the desk. 

You blink at it, breaths now falling from your lips faster as your fingers quickly go to touch the backing panel and when it wiggles freely with enough pressure, you know you’ve found something. Feeling impatient, you jostle the thin wood around until you can figure out how to remove it.

And when it starts poking through the side of the shelf, your heart starts racing while you quickly slide the panel through the wooden desk. You feel it. Maybe it’s instinct because somewhere in your brain you know this is familiar and means something. The panel drops to the floor once its slid out but before it even touches, your hands are already digging inside.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You repeat with shaky breaths. Fingers already grasping what’s here and you feel yourself growing more and more anxious. A shoe box. An open shoe box that’s close to overflowing. You pull it out while you sit down onto the floor, the box settling right in front of you.

“Okay,” You sigh, reaching for the first item on top. It’s a small note book, the kind you’d use to make a check list of sorts. You take a deep breath before flipping it open and a few loose contents fall out. And then you feel the breath of a ghost at the base of your neck.

You pick up a folded sheet of paper along with a bent photo of Nabi. You feel the cold breath travel down your spine as you unfold the paper and read what’s written in someone else’s handwriting. 

Yun Nabi

118, Seolleungro-150, Yongsan-gu, Seoul 

 010-6203-3087

 010 3476 9876àweekends

010 9874 3456 new ##

You stare down at the worn paper, confusion clouding your mind. You want to rip her photo to shreds.

You quickly glance to the bent photo in your other hand and before you tell your hand what to do, it’s already crumbling it. Your dark gaze set on the now wrinkled woman who managed to gain Jungkook’s attention. 

Maybe it’s not her fault if she’s great.

Maybe it’s your fault. 

Your eyes stay trained on the crumbled photo but they’ve lost focus once again. Soon the balled up picture and the folded note fall to your lap as Numbness hugs you over your shoulders and as Insecurity sits next to you and whispers into your ear. 

Why did Jungkook cheat on you? 

You manage to blink but your throat feels dry.

Why did he do that to you? Why would anyone…?

You want to laugh at yourself. Because you know if this happened to anyone else you would know it wasn’t their fault. The person who cheated…it’s about them and no one else. And you want to tell yourself this, remind yourself, confirm that this isn’t your fault. 

But why do you sit here, letting Numbness hug you tighter? And why do you sit here and wonder?

You wonder…you wonder where you went wrong that you were no longer enough for him.

And it doesn’t feel fair that you’re wondering that.

You take the photograph and crumple it even more before throwing it to the side and decide to open the notebook. And you see more puzzle pieces. 

Routine

7 he wakes up….sometimes 8 

Jungkook takes him to work sometimes for fun 

Someone at work?? Who? Another list

Daycare usually Mondays & Thursdays for sure

Busiest days at work

You flip the page

Thursday the 14th, at the bus station, 

The 18th when I was going home

There was a car parked outside on the street for 3 days

The 5th

The 8th

The 12th I ran into someone who knew me but I didn’t know them

A man with buzzed hair

Something hot bubbles inside your chest and it feels like it’s burning you. Anxiety has a touch of fire. You flip to the next page.

It just scribbles like you were frustrated.

Just like you are now. 

You decide to close to the notebook. Discomfort swallowing you like a dry pill. 

But you don’t stop looking through the box. Pictures of people you don’t know. More lists of times and dates. But no context. More frustration building. 

Your head snaps up suddenly when you recall something falling so you quickly reach inside the secretive hole in the desk and feel around. Your fingers grasp at nothing until something cold is felt. You can tell what it is immediately as you wrap your fingers around the device. A phone. 

You take the cold, shiny device in your clammy hands and rush to turn it on but it’s got a dead battery. You turn the phone upside down to check what kind of charger it takes and remember that downstairs in the kitchen there’s a drawer of random charging cables. 

You need to get this thing turned on. Now. 

“Are you okay?” You immediately straighten your back, phone dropping to the attic floor,  the sudden voice a shock since you live alone. You quickly look around you, eyes darting from place to place but of course, there’s no one here. You feel sick. Especially because…didn’t that voice sound like—

“Are you okay?” Jungkook comes next to you, his eyes avoiding yours but he can’t hide the concern in his voice. You look at him, equally annoyed as he is. But still, you hear in his voice he doesn’t totally hate you. 

“It’s fine.” You mumble, fingers picking at the bandage wrapped around your palm. “It just got scraped.”

Jungkook chuckles humorlessly, “Misuk said Subin threw up in her mouth because of the blood.”

You shrug, “Okay, it was pretty bad.”

Jungkook stays silent and the same tension that’s been building since Sana’s wedding is here again. You, Jungkook, Misuk and Subin came to Busan for the weekend to celebrate your mom’s birthday but today, the day of the party, has been anything but fun. One thing after the other, but the cherry on top was around 20 minutes ago when you accidentally sliced your palm open while helping in the kitchen.

Now you’re outside trying to cool off but the last person you want to see has come to check on you.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook stares up at the tree you two are standing in front of outside your house. He doesn’t bother to try and soften his tone. Sure, it’s concerned but it’s also irritated.

“I told you it’s fine.” You answer, sounding clipped. “Just go back inside.”

“You’re mad at me if I’m inside. You’re mad at me if I’m outside.” He stuffs his hands in his front jean pockets and continues gazing at the tall tree. “I really don’t understand why you’re so up—”

“—Oh? You don’t?” You turn your head to glare at him, “Really?”

You watch Jungkook’s profile, his jaw tightening for a moment before he sighs out.

“I don’t know.” He tells you before turning to face you as well. Your eyes are narrowed but he sees plenty of disappointment in them. “Maybe I do. But I also seriously don’t.”

You look down to the ground, a moment of consideration because you kind of understand him. But then you recall last night and realize that no, he definitely should understand why you’re mad.

Things have changed between you two. Ever since Sana’s wedding, there’s been something different and enticing. Moments that feel way too charged to be platonic. But neither of you have spoken up about it. Maybe he’s afraid you don’t feel it. Or maybe you’re now just realizing you’re afraid he is the one who doesn’t feel it.

Because how doesn’t he understand that having his last serious girlfriend from Busan in your parents living room while they flirt with one another relentlessly in front of you, is not going to make you mad?

“You don’t think flirting with your ex-girlfriend in front of me wasn’t going to make me mad, Jungkook?” You throw the words at him without much care for his reaction. It’s an honest question, in your book.

“Okay,” Jungkook tilts his head back before running his hands through his hair, “So this is about Hanja.” He groans a little before giving in and taking a step closer to you. “I didn’t think it was a big deal…and you call her my ex girl-friend as if she doesn’t have a name. Hanja told me she had a lot of classes with you in High School!”

“And?” You deadpan. “Doesn’t make us friends.”

“Okay.” He nods but now he’s the one with disappointment in his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean you had to be rude.”

“You invited her to my mom’s birthday party!” You throw back, “And have barely even…” It sucks that your voice gets a little softer because you just want to make a point. “You’ve barely even  looked at me since she’s been here.” 

Jungkook’s lips part and he looks conflicted as he registers your words but you don’t wait for him to get it before you continue.

“Sure,” You manage a stubborn shrug, “Maybe you’re not flirting with her but you don’t stop her when she does with you.” 

Jungkook’s brows furrow, “She hasn’t flirted with me, y/n.” He tries to assure you, his tone finally not irritated but instead the same soft as yours. “We just have history, you know? But that was what? 5 years ago? 6? 7? I don’t even know. We ended on good terms so I thought it was harmless. She’s in town too and had nothing to do…I didn’t think it was a big deal.” 

“I just…” You finally meet his eye for the first time more willingly, “I don’t know.” 

He finally relaxes his features and a pleasantly pleased smile starts tugging at the corner of his lips, “You’re…jealous.” He confirms softly.

You raise a brow at him, feeling annoyed. “So then you do understand why I’m mad.” 

“Yeah.” He agrees but you see the uncertainty in his eyes. “But I wasn’t sure. Maybe hoping but I couldn’t be sure, you know?” 

“Did you want me to be jealous?” You ask, unsure how that makes you feel but you see genuine and quiet panic all over his face while he shakes his head.

“No, no.” He tells you with big eyes. “But when I realized you were mad at me, I thought it could be because you were jealous. And,” He pauses, swallowing what you think is nerves. “That’s why I became hopeful, I guess.” 

“And why is that?” A cool breeze suddenly picks up and it feels nice against your cheeks.

“Because it might mean…” His words grow quieter, seeking your understanding of where he was going. “But without being direct…well, I can’t really be sure, you know?”

“Then why can’t we be direct?” You gesture between your bodies, “I like you, Jungkook.” It doesn’t take a lot of effort to say it, to admit it, but it does take a lot of effort to not tear your eyes away from him in embarrassment. But your gaze remains on his. 

“And there’s no way I’m imagining—”

“—You aren’t!” Jungkook panics, his fingers flying to your wrists, holding on to them as he persuades your eyes to remain on his again. “You aren’t imagining it. I know it, too.” He tells you but he looks and sounds conflicted.

“For months, Jungkook.” You say quietly, “I’ve been wondering for months if you’re going to make a real move on me.” 

He can’t help but smile at you nervously, his clammy fingers still pressing into your wrists. “I just…” Jungkook’s smile begins dropping as he explains himself, “…I’m so afraid of talking about this because it might change our friendship and you’re just,” He pauses, eyes searching yours because he needs to see if you understand. “You’re too important, y/n.” 

“You’d rather never tell me how you feel because it might change our friendship?” You ask him, ignoring the fire burning along the edges of your skin. “You would rather spend forever just wondering if I feel the same as you? Just like I’ve been wondering if you feel the same as me? Too afraid to talk about it because it…might change our friendship?”

Jungkook’s fingers finally disconnect from your skin and into his hair, his nerves only multiplying but he finds the courage to say, “If you didn’t feel the same, things would change.”

“If I didn’t feel the same then things wouldn’t have changed in the first place. Jungkook, things have already changed. And I don’t like wondering. We’re already past platonic so I’ll tell you—”

Suddenly, your head starts pounding.

A new memory unlocked. 

And it only makes you sit on your attic floor and cry.

Great timing.

~

Your fingers feel frozen, maybe even numb as you dig through another random kitchen drawer to find the correct charger for the phone you’ve found. So far you haven’t been lucky. Then again, nothing feels lucky. You’ve been quiet to yourself all day after last night. Not even a thought out loud. 

Your eyes grow watery again but you immediately slam your lids shut, squeezing tightly because you refuse to shed anymore tears. You might have to buy a new charger but you really aren’t in the mood to leave the house. You aren’t in the mood for anything except maybe hurling more old, worn out, decorative pillows at dusty furniture. But now you feel afraid for what you might find. The more mysteries you unlock, you’re afraid to unlock a memory along with it. 

It's evening now, the kitchen clock says 6:13pm. The day has gone by. You watched the sun rise this morning and now you’re witnessing it set. You have yet to find it in you to sleep today. Maybe you’re afraid you’ll slip into your bed that you once shared with Jungkook and suddenly you’ll remember all the times you’ve slept in it with him. You can’t afford any more of that. Just yesterday you were begging 33 year old you to share some of the life you’ve missed and now that she is sharing some of the years…you’re realizing you aren’t ready. 

You take a deep breath, shutting a drawer shut when you decide to order a new charging cable for the phone. Your eyes slide to the device that rests peacefully on the counter while your heart beats uncomfortably in your throat. You stare at it, wondering what contents lie inside but a part of you feels fearful of what you might find. 

Taking another breath, you wrap your arms around yourself, hugging yourself for a moment before you decide to take care of this. Sitting yourself at the kitchen island, opening your laptop, you search the phone and get the cable ordered for delivery tomorrow. This is better than driving yourself nuts trying to find it.

You close your eyes, resting your head down to the counter, wishing you could turn your day around.

Ding Dong.

Your eyes snap open. 

And something unsettling starts whirling in your belly. As if you can sense who is at your door.

Knock Knock Knock.

You groan quietly to yourself because you just know. You know exactly who it is for some insane reason. You just feel it. You stand from the stool and walk yourself to your front door. Swinging it open without even peeping through the hole to confirm your suspicions. 

Jungkook’s doesn’t look too good. For as handsome as he is, he looks rough. His skin is dry, his lips are pale and the bags under his eyes give away how much sleep he isn’t getting. You don’t care though. Not about him. Your fingers grip around the door frame tighter, your skin burning at the sight. 

“I just wanted to see how you were.” He tells you, voice so quiet you had to read his lips.  You want to scoff bitterly in his face, shut him out and make him feel thrown away. 

But your foot pushes the front door further open as you turn around to go into the living room. You’ve invited him in. Though, ‘invited’ feels like a strong word. 

You can hear the door creak open even furth from behind you, shoes are shuffling onto the floor and the door clicks shut. You hold your breath as you walk to the sofa, sitting yourself down at the very end of it as your eyes glue themselves to the black screen of the TV. 

Jungkook follows your lead and sits at the other end of the couch. In your peripherals, he looks like a big, black scribble of a thousand swirling lines and you don’t have it in you to focus your eyes on him and let him appear as Jungkook. As a person. So, you keep your eyes on the TV.

Nothing is said between you both for a long while, all your senses are heightened though as you anticipate his next words to you. The hairs on your arms rise when the click of the AC goes off as it turns on. You wonder if his next words have to do with apologizing about cheating on you. Apologize to you that you just couldn’t be enough. Apologize to you for losing your son. 

Your head slightly tilts in the direction of the kitchen when you notice the soft drip drops of water from the faucet. The distant bark from a small dog. Jungkook’s fingernails scratching his forearm. Every noise is going off in your ears, haunting you, taunting you and driving you insane. 

You only want to hear his voice. 

“Why are you here?” You finally break the noisy silence. 

“To see you.” He says, voice quiet and afraid. “You’re doing better than me, huh?”

Your palms are flat against the couch cushion before you slowly curl your fingers, grabbing nothing of the material at his words. “Do you really think you get to say that to me?”

“This isn’t fair for either of us, y/n.” Jungkook has the audacity to keep speaking. “You just don’t understand.”

You twist your head to eye him, your jaw tight as you watch him sit on the sofa, eyes cowering away from yours. “You’ll stop talking now.” You tell him as your voice becomes quiet and afraid as well. You’re livid but you speak like you’re hurt. 

“Then…” Jungkook pauses, his eyes going all around the living room now before he sighs. “Then I’ll just listen.”

You push your head back in disbelief, “I didn’t ask you to come here so I can talk to you. In fact, I didn’t ask you to come here at all.”

He finally turns his head toward you, his eyes are red and watery and you hate that you hate seeing him on the verge of tears. You watch his throat as you pay attention to the hard way he swallows. “I know. But I had to see you.” 

Suddenly, your head starts pounding, a harsh banging from inside your forehead. You quickly let your head fall into your hands when those words keep repeating inside your mind. I know. But I had to see you. I know. But I had to see you. I know. But I had to see you. 

You groan into your hands. The pain erupting on all sides of your head. The words repeating over and over, making your ears feel like they’re bleeding. I know. But I had to see you.

“y/n?” You hear Jungkook’s quiet and afraid voice. 

I know. But I had to see you. 

“I thought you didn’t want to see me…” Jungkook’s eyes are blood shot. You know he’s been drinking again.

“I know.” You mutter, “But I had to see you.” 

“Oh.” He stumbles backward, his hand widening his front door to his new, shitty apartment. You feel anger bubbling, because you know he’s drunk. You’re doing everything in your power to keep it together and he’s wasting his time drinking.

“You’ve shut out Jimin.” You tell him, cutting to the chase. “So you don’t know anything, do you?”

“W-What’s there to know? I don’t need them anymore. Also, I was fucking fired.”

You snap your eyes to his as he still stands at his open doorway. “You’re pissing me off, Jungkook.”

“I can do this on my—”

“—They’re closing the case.” You say. “They’re saying he’s…that he’s…” You pause, throat growing drier. “You know.”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook drunkenly shrugs, slamming the door shut, making you flinch. “They’re all wrong, anyway.”

You feel your shoulders growing tenser, your lips in a hard, thin line before they die into a frown. “They’re saying we should hold a funeral.”

Jungkook’s body goes still, his hanging arms at his sides suddenly rise to his face when he rubs his temples. “Excuse me?”

“They want to—”

“Just stop!” He suddenly cries out, voice shrill. You see his eyes growing redder and redder as tears fill them up. “None of you know what you-you’re talking about. Just shut up, all of you!” 

You flinch.

Jungkook’s fingers go into his hair when he starts pulling on the strands. “This just isn’t right.” He keeps muttering to himself, “I got this. I got this. I got this.” He starts pacing back and forth in front of his coffee table. “Just stop. Stop talking.”

You stand in silence.

“I said stop talking!” 

You watch him unravel.

“Jung—”

Glass breaks across the coffee table. A shattered soju bottle that he’s thrown.

You flinch again. 

You take a step back.

Jungkook falls to the floor, crying and yelling at no one. The loss of your son is much worse than you could have imagined. But you knew telling Jungkook about the funeral was going to cause something more serious to unravel. But you didn’t imagine this.

“y/n?” Jungkook voice sounds sober now. “y/n?”

Your head is about to split into sections, the pain so overwhelming.

You lift your face from your hands, your cheeks overflowing with tears. Why did you have to remember that? 

“Hey,” Jungkook stands from the sofa and comes closer to you. His hand hesitantly landing on your shoulder but just like in your memory, you flinch. He immediately frowns. “y/n…” He brings his hand back to his body. “Talk to me, I’ll just listen.”

“G-go.” You keep your head low as your eyes stay glued to your lap. “Please just go.” 

His hands freeze at his sides, using all of his self-control. Even you can feel how tense his body is, just from the heat that radiates off of it. You’re being serious. He needs to go before you spiral into one of your throbbing headaches that give you a panic attack. The kind you can manage on your own—and prefer to. 

“Please, Jungkook…” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m not feeling well now so pl—”

“—Okay.” His fingers curl into hard fists. “Call me if you need anything. Please.” He stands here for another moment, like his feet have become glued to the floor and he’s unable to move. But after a tentative sigh, they finally move. And your ears bleed again at each sound that can be heard. The click of the AC turning off, the small dog whining in your neighbor’s yard, each drip of water dropping from the faucet and finally the whoosh of the front door opening and closing shut. And you finally let go a long, long breath. 

Your head hurts and your heart hurts, the memory fresh in your mind. You never imagined to see Jungkook…like that. You barely recognized him. Does he have a drinking problem? Or did? You need to erase these images in your head, or at least scatter something pretty over them. And that’s when you get an idea that you know is pure torture.

~

One of the boxes from the attic is sat on your living floor, with your bottom plopped right next to it. It’s a box you organized yourself, you can tell. Just a box of intimate memories with your ex-husband. You pull out a letter you’ve read at least six times now…might as well make it seven.

The envelope is pink with little hearts drawn all over it and though it’s only eight years old, it looks like it’s at least 20. The envelope itself is wrinkly with random water stains and the page inside is soft and used like you’ve read this letter a thousand times. Might as well make it a thousand and one. 

You slip the paper out of the envelope, unfolding it carefully, the crinkling paper opening up with Jungkook’s handwriting written all over.

April 10 2015

Dear y/n,

Hi it’s me, your boooooyfriend. >.< sorry I’m still getting used to it. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing a letter when I could just call or text you but you seemed to think it was cute in that movie we watched the other day and so Im writing you one too!! Also, I think my peers are thinking Im working really hard on a case. I wish I was but they won’t give me anything good. I know it hasn’t even been a year since I finally landed here in the Investigation sector as a detective but they still treat me like such a rookie…blaaaahhhhh you know this already. The captain seems to think I have potential though. But ya know what? The guys here said the only thing ive done right so far is getting you as a girlfriend hahaha 

Maybe they’re right I mean they’re definitely right 

I miss you so much

Im sitting here at my desk writing you and its just making me miss you a kabillzillion times more…….i seriously aaaaahhhh im going crazy because I miss you that much 

Im so lucky youre so amazing and my favorite person to exist and so pretty so pretty 

I know we’ve only been together for a short while but what if I told you I know exactly how I feel about yoooouuuuu huh what if 

Ask me about it when I see you tonight

Love,

Jungkook Your cheerios 

You read it. Then you read it again. This is the Jungkook you want to remember.

~~

It’s the next day and you’re opening the package you ordered just yesterday. Pulling out a small box, you get it open and unravel the charging cable to the phone you’ve found. Taking a look at the clock, you realize you’re a bit behind. You wanted to get to the café at noon for work but it’s already 15 after. You quickly plug the charger into the wall and get the phone charging. It’s dead so it’ll take a while to get turned on so you decide to leave it here while you head out. 

The café is a bit busy today, more people than you’re used to, but thankfully you see an open table. You set up your laptop and get to work. Taking a pause to message Mijoo about needing some guidance if she can meet any of these days. It would be nice to have some help in person. After working for a bit, you can’t help but lift your face from the screen and dart your eyes around the place. No sign of Seokjin today. Not that it means anything but he’s got the kind of warm, reassuring smile that you could use these days. 

And just like clockwork, the quiet bell dings when he walks through the café’s front door. He meets your eye immediately and gives you a small nod and the smile you were searching for. You nod back, eyes going back down to the laptop before you take another peak towards Seokjin. He’s walked up to the counter, talking with the young girl that’s always here. After a moment she hands him a box of what you assume are desserts. Maybe he’s giving them to the elderly again.

Then he walks out.

Oh, he isn’t staying today.

That’s okay, you don’t have time to chat with a harmless nice guy anyway. You have work to do. Something to truly get your mind off of everything else you’ve been going through. You think it’s a miracle you have it in you to try every day. In another universe, you might have already gone insane. 

~

After working a little while longer, you pack your things up and head to your car. It’s a sunny day, barely any clouds in the sky and it feels warm. Warm enough to make you forget this coldness that lingers all around you, all inside you. 

You start driving home when you remember you’re supposed to pick up a few groceries so you stop by the market first. It’s not too crowded and since you’re in an okay mood, you decide to put in your earphones and walk inside with a pep to your step. You needed zucchini…what else? Bread for sure was on your list. Peanut butter, eggs, oh yeah and some chips for when you get a craving. 

You start heading to the aisle with peanut butter when you recognize someone familiar. 

“Seokjin?” You mumble his name but he doesn’t hear you. His eyes fully focused on his jams. He stands here, deep in thought before he finally reaches for one.

“Hi.” You say a little louder and he jumps in his spot.

He turns to face you, ears turning red when he sees you. “Hi.” He stares at you dumbfounded for a moment, “I just realized I don’t know your name.” Then he chuckles.

You can’t help but crack a smile, “It’s y/n.”

“Ah, y/n. Yeah, that suits you.” He tells you confidently.

“Does it?”

“Do you usually shop here?” Seokjin gestures around the aisle, “I’ve never seen you before. Or are you…” He suddenly drops his smile and looks serious. “Following me?” Then he breaks into a huge smile before adding, “Dun, dun, duuuun.” 

You feel your stomach swirl with something before you shake your head, feeling embarrassed. “No, no! I live around here actually. This is just a coincidence.”

“A coincidence, huh? A lot of those lately.” He gives you another smile, this time more teasing. “We should just meet on purpose, you know.” 

You stand here, taken aback by his words. Is he implying meeting intentionally?

He seems to feel your shift. “Unless, unless…” His eyes avert yours now, his ears turning a deeper shade of red. “Sorry. Unless you don’t want to. Maybe you’re already seeing someone.”

You shake your head quickly, “No. I’m…I’m not.” You’re not but it feels wrong to say it. “But I wasn’t assuming…anything. Like, if you were implying a date or something.”

Seokjin pouts his lips before glancing up at the ceiling, “Why not? You would have been right.”

You blink at him, taken aback again. “Oh.”

“I happen to know a pretty great restaurant. Maybe we can not coincidentally meet there?”

He’s…asking you out. 

And it pains you because… “I can’t. Sorry,” You look down at your feet before glancing towards the jams. “Umm, I’m kind of going through something and—”

“—Oh.” Seokjin nods his head quickly. “No, no. I understand…you don’t have to explain. I’m kind of going through something too and I know that a good way to get through it is some nice company every now and then.” He gives you a warm smile, all the teasing gone. “I understand you though. So don’t worry but…” He suddenly pats his pants pockets before looking delighted. “In case you change your mind…I’m learning to…how do they kids say…shoot my shot.” He suddenly pulls out a receipt and a pen and scribbles something on it before handing it to you. 

His number.

“Just in case!” He cheeses harder. 

~

“I honestly don’t think it’s a big deal.” Misuk looks at you through the camera, her face looking brighter. “It’s just a date!”

“It is a big deal.” You whine again, “I’m in love with someone else and I have a whole lot of mess going on.” 

Subin nods her head sympathetically, “That’s true. But I think Misuk means it’s not a big deal because it could be…” She pauses, clearly thinking of the right words. It’s amusing to you to see they might agree on this. “A good thing? A simple thing! A little, you know, fun thing!” 

“Exactly!” Misuk drags out the word, “You don’t have to fall in love but you’re so focused on…you know, your memories…that you aren’t living life.”

“Uh,” You begin to defend yourself, “I’m—”

“—Yes, yes.” Misuk waves you off, “You are getting back into work! And that’s good! But you really should start living a normal life again.”

“And…” Subin looks off camera, her eyes looking softer. “It’s kind of the same. You are missing your memories, yes, and I’m so sorry…but 33 year old you was the same. Divorced. And I don’t think you were in any headspace to even think about wanting Jungkook back.” She finishes quietly.

“You wanted nothing to do with him.” Misuk tells you. “So just live a little…you know, just normal things. And who knows, it might help with your memories.”

You sit still for a moment. You’ll admit that you haven’t exactly been living normally. You mostly sit around all day, alone, surrounding yourself with things you don’t understand and torture yourself with memories of Jungkook. 

“Anyway, I’ll let you guys know if anything changes.” You chuckle after you focus your eyes on your friends again. “I just got home so I gotta put these groceries ...away" Your eye notices the list lying on the counter and you realize..."Damn, and I forgot the eggs. Anyway, I’ll call later!” You sing out.

“Okay! Bye!”

“Bye!” Subin sings back. And you end the call.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe you deserve a little break or something simple and fun. You bite your lip, thoughts still lingering but you decide to reach into your back pocket and pull out the receipt Seokjin gave you. You shake your head quickly but reach for your phone and input the number and press call. You need light in this darkness.

~~

You hate feeling defeated. 

Sitting on your sofa, blanket wrapped tightly around you as your hand clenches around this cold, empty and useless device. 

The phone has either never been used or was completely wiped. You thought you could torture yourself with more information but you’ve come out of this empty handed. There’s nothing on here. No call history, no text history, no pictures or videos…nothing. You squeeze the phone harder, frustration still building. When your actual phone buzzes. 

Your eyes shoot down to your now lit up phone and you drop the useless one to the couch cushion. It might be Subin gushing about this band she’s seeing this weekend. You’ll ignore—

Buzz.

You give in, reaching for your phone and your stomach does its usual uneasy swirling.

Jungkook 9:10pm

How are you feeling?

Jungkook 9:10pm

We don’t have to talk but at least tell me how youre doing…

Your eyes slam shut, the urge to cry too strong. Because you’re hurt. You’re hurting. You’re confused. You’re angry. And you’re sad. 

Why are you so weak? You should delete him, block him and throw your whole phone away. Because your phone knows him and you don’t. 

But you’re weak because you’re going to text back.

Except Jungkook beats you to it.

Jungkook 9:13pm

Did you get hit with a headache earlier? You okay? Have you seen your doctor lately?

All these questions are giving you different kind of headache. 

You 9:13pm

Its fine, Im fine

You lie

Jungkook 9:13pm

Liar

You 9:14pm

Jungkook

You 9:14pm

Do you have a drinking problem?

You press send. You see the bubbles pop up your screen, indicating that he’s typing but they disappear. Then they reappear. And disappear again.

You 9:16pm

Jungkook?

Jungkook 9:16pm

Who told you that? 

You feel your shoulders tense.

You 9:16pm

No one told me

You 9:17pm

I just remember when I went to your place…there was a lot of alcohol lying around and the place seemed rough

You 9:17pm

And idk I got thinking. Im not trying to accuse you or anything but…is what I saw…what I think it is?

You send. It’s not a total lie. Not what you’re referring to…but not a total lie. 

You stare at the screen but there’s no indication if he’s read your message or not. No typing. Nothing. Your eyes glance at the clock and it reads 9:19pm now. It’s okay. Only two minutes. But why does it feel like eternity? 

9:25pm and all you’ve done is sit, tightly wrapped in a blanket on your couch, and stare at your phone screen, touching the screen every time it times out. And still nothing. 

But then you see bubbles pop up.

Back straightening, you breathe in and out as your eyes remain on the screen. 

He’s been typing for three minutes.

You hold your breath now. 

Jungkook 9:28pm

And if it is?

You let out a short breath, disbelief crawling all over your skin that you throw the blanket off of you and stand from the couch. Your memories are reliable. 

You feel a sting pierce your eyes but you grit your teeth and hold any tears back. This is just too much for you to accept. You walk into the kitchen, frustration raging inside your body. You step up to the sink, hands gripping the edge of the counter before leaning forward, sighing out your anger. 

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Calming down, you immediately grab a bowl and sniffle to yourself. You’ll just do these dishes and forget all about this. 

You take another bowl, the hot water burning your fingers and palms as you absentmindedly scrub it clean. 

“Sometimes I think you wash clean dishes at this point.” Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

You laugh, “Not true.”

“The water is too hot, baby.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, suddenly pecking it softly. “You’re going to melt the skin off your bones.”

You realize he’s right, the water is really hot but you were just lost in thought. Your wedding is in two days. You get out of your thoughts while you set the bowl back into the sink and turn the faucet off. “I’m just—”

“I know.” Jungkook nuzzles his nose into your warm skin. “I can’t believe you’re the one who’s nervous between us.”

You sigh, small smile on your face. “I’m not nervous. But I am, a little.”

“I know.”

“Not in a bad way.”

“I know that too.”

“In a…marrying the love of my life, wow life is crazy kind of way.” You dry your hands before twisting in Jungkook’s embrace and you lean in to kiss him. “You probably know what I mean.”

He laughs against your lips, “I would be the one who knows exactly what you mean.”

Your lips twist into a sheepish smile, “I missed you today.”

“I missed you more.”

You roll your eyes, a teasing smile forming now. “Liar.”

He looks surprised for a second before rolling his own eyes, “I’m serious.”

“You’re only serious about work nowadays.” You tease him, and you are mostly teasing. It’s only lately he’s been zeroed in on a case. 

But Jungkook frowns, “It isn’t going well.” He admits to you. “I don’t know that we’ll get this one.”

“You will.” You lean forward more and nudge your nose against his, “You are the best there is.”

Jungkook chuckles, “Unfortunately I’m still in the ‘proving myself’ phase.” 

“Here too.” You continue to tease him, “Still deciding if this wedding is happ—”

“—Heeeeey, don’t joke like that.” Jungkook nudges his nose against yours now, “Tell me I’m the best here too.”

Your hands trail down his chest, eyes focusing on his. “You are.” 

“I wish Jimin would tell me that too.” He laughs a little but you know he’s serious. You take his hands in yours.

“You guys are new at being partners. Give it time, babe.”

“He hates me.” Jungkook sighs, “He thinks I mess everything up. And honestly, I can’t blow this one, y/n. The captain believes in me, which is good but my own partner doubts me.” 

You understand this is hard for Jungkook to accept. 

“Listen…” You give his hands a squeeze. “This is your first big one, right? Take it slow and I know you won’t get flustered like the last one.”

He immediately drops his hands from yours, “I can’t get like how I was with the last one.” Jungkook takes a step away from you, “This one is way too serious…the men I’m dealing with, y/n…you have no idea. I can’t mess this up.”

“Baby…” You feel bad for bringing up the last case he took with Jimin. He got too involved emotionally and when things didn’t end up well for the victim…”It’s okay. You have me to talk about this with and—”

“—But I don’t. I’m legally not allowed to. I got in trouble with sharing so much last time and…fuck,” Jungkook pauses. Closes his eyes slowly before taking a step forward and reaching for your hands again. “This is not what we need to be talking about right before our wedding. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You give his hands another squeeze. “We share our lives. With or without marriage, right?” 

 “I only wanna talk about us.” He breathes out softly, his lips inching closer to yours. “Let’s focus on you and me.” 

And your skin is burning again. It’s on fire. Too much fire, it hurts.

And that’s when you realize you’re still here at your kitchen sink, hot lava rushing to your skin, burning you as you hold the bowl you were cleaning.

You take a deep breath, taking a step back from the sink when you slam your eyes shut and let out a loud groan. You don’t even flinch when the sound of glass hits the floor because you’ve thrown the bowl. You don’t care.

Another memory. 

And it seems they’re all out of order. 

~~

Another bead of sweat dribbles down the side of Jungkook’s face, rolling right off his skin. And another miserable night. He gently throws his head back against the bathroom wall, his hairline drenched from hour two of hurling in the toilet. He’s drank too much again. Maybe some bad food poisoning in there. But even still, he knows he’s drank too much. 

He isn’t abusing the alcohol, really. Not lately. But he knows what it can do to him. He hates it. He hates himself. 

He hates this existence. 

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut before he groans to himself, knocking his head back a few more times. What is he doing? 

He misses you.

He wants to make things right.

How?

Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before trying to stand from the floor. He’s wobbly but he manages. He’s tired and he isn’t sleeping and he can’t because he knows you’re not. This is how he feels like he’s with you, the only real support he can give. 

He looks at himself in the mirror, his tired eyes staring back at him. He wants to tell that guy to fuck off, for some reason. He wants to scoff at him and offer him no sympathy. Jungkook wants to raise his hands to that man’s throat and squeeze. He wants to swear at him and curse him. His mouth twists and his eyes grow teary and he sighs. Because all he can do is cry for him. 

His head snaps up when the bathroom counter vibrates from his phone. Someone’s texted.

Unknown Number

Its me

Buzz.

Unknown Number

We need to talk

[moonfaery]

the specialist | one

↳ pairing yoongi, you

↳ genre romance, pretend lovers, angst, eventual smut, office-factory setting

↳ title one | meet, the cocky machine specialist | 2.978 words

↳ summary if you were to describe a man you would fall for, Yoongi will not be in the list for myriad of reason– his rude behavior, know-it-all and his many tattoos could easily scratch himself off. for some reason he had always something to say that would tick you off. it is easy to deny someone you openly hate, but what if, just what if…

↳ warnings none

↳ compressed links one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten  ongoing

ONE.

It’s a miracle you made it to the office on time despite just leaving the house literally just 10 minutes ago. Hating your job plays a huge role in getting ready fast. You weren’t up late. You were awake by 5.30 am. The reason for your delay was none other than the snooze button. It had 10 minutes of snooze and you’ve approximately pressed exactly 10 times which equates to 100 minutes so you woke up at 7:10 am. It takes 20 minutes to get to your workplace and by 7:20 am you’ve arrived. Of course, paired with some frantic honks, several road rage episodes and some fast and very furious speeding that could have cost you some 3-months salary fines, you’ve made it on time. You dashed past the security guard house and to the thumbprint area where you’re supposed to punch your time-in. Literally jogging your way there, perspiring a thin layer of sweat and sunscreen running down your chin and trailing down your neck that is.

Mornings aren’t supposed to feel this hot, right?

The thumbprint scanner was just right there, your feet lunged over. Your ankles are locked in the sole purpose to close the distance, and it was at the tip of your tongue, a hairline distant. The clock is 7:59, you could still make it before 8. You could still be on the run as the employee on-time for 2 years straight and then…

Your lanyard whirls in front of you. A tall figure, clad in black from top to bottom stole your spot. Your thumb presses on top of his and his prints get scanned. The scanner beeps, keying in 8:00 am for him. You frowned at the sight and glared at the owner of the body. He quickly retracted his thumb and scratched the side of his nose with his forefinger, avoiding eye contact with you. You didn’t need a second more to know who it was. You know him by the sound of his boots, by the smell of his cheap musky cologne, clothed mask and black jumpsuit, hugging a helmet on his hip. This intrusion and co-worker from hell, was none other than,

Afficher davantage

[moonfaery]

[moonfaery]

Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 5

Chapter 5 is here! Only one chapter left before the end of Clash 😭 Thank you to everyone who has shown this story some love! It's been a special project for me and the love it has received is truly appreciated! 💜 Love you guys.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing. (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

After another weekend of rest and recovery, you’re finally able to resume your typical everyday activities since your sprained ankle is now completely healed from your unfortunate fall. Your long day at work is finally over and you utilize your free time to get in a jog to a local Vietnamese restaurant to indulge in one of your favorite meals.  

The wind feels cooling against your damp skin as you power through your jog. You roam the sidewalks leading to a small strip of businesses a few blocks from your apartment, spotting the restaurant as you step up to the curb.

You slow your pace to a walk as you notice a group of dark clouds looming overhead, suddenly worried that your trip home might be in the middle of the pouring rain. You hope for the best as you pull open the large glass door leading into the establishment, a delicious aroma wafting in your direction as you walk inside. 

The welcoming decor of the establishment brings a smile to your lips as you recognize some of the employees you often see on your visits. You can feel your mouth watering as you glance around for a table, your eyes suddenly finding two familiar figures sitting at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. 

Your mouth practically drops open as you notice Jungkook sitting beside his friend Taehyung, dressed in his paramedic uniform. You can’t help but wonder if he is finishing work or if he is going in for the night shift. You drop your stare as you glance around to see if your usual table is available. You sigh once noticing a couple sitting together at your usual booth, shifting your gaze to seek out another location. 

There is a small booth available toward the back nestled right beside Jungkook and Taehyung’s table. You hang your head down as you make your way over, noticing Taehyung make eye contact with you before you watch him nudge Jungkook gently. You steal a few glances in their direction as the two men whisper to each other.

Your focus remains on the available booth before seeing Taehyung’s arm shoot in the air to gesture you over toward them. You glance up, debating whether you should simply smile and take your seat, or actually walk over to make conversation with them. You figure it’s better to keep your distance given the fact that you and Jungkook have yet to figure out what’s going on between you. 

Ultimately, it’s Jungkook’s alluring smile that draws you over, his chiseled jaw and smile perfectly exposed since his hair is tied back for work. You offer the two men a smile as you walk over, shyly waving as Taehyung’s handsome features brighten at your presence. 

“Hey.” You speak softly as Taehyung stands to greet you, motioning toward the empty space beside Jungkook. 

“Please, join us.” Taehyung insists, obviously way too amused to see you accepting his invitation. You hesitate, peering down to see Jungkook’s smile falter for a moment, providing you with a rare snapshot of him suddenly appearing shy.

Jungkook shifts within the booth to sit closer to the wall, allowing you some room to join them as one of the waiters make their way over to your table. You slide into the booth beside Jungkook, making sure to keep a space between you as the waiter places an extra pair of chopsticks and utensils down beside you before offering you a friendly nod of his head. “What would you like to drink?” 

“Just a water, please.” You answer as he offers you a menu. You happily accept as the waiter leaves to grab your drink. You glance over to see Jungkook and Taehyung staring at you, your cheeks instantly turning red from all of the attention. “How are you guys?” You offer, watching as Taehyung leads the conversation.

You’re surprised to see that Jungkook’s usually overpowering demeanor completely vanishes, exposing a more timid version of himself. You figure it has something to do with the fact that Taehyung invited you to join them, leaving Jungkook to cope with the same awkwardness you feel when it comes to your attraction to one another. 

“Good, I just got off and Jungkook’s shift starts in a couple of hours,” Taehyung responds confidently as if he’s completely comfortable with holding a conversation with you, despite the fact that you’re almost a complete stranger. Taehyung observes your athletic attire, looking toward Jungkook to see him fiddling away with his phone. Taehyung shoots him a pointed glare before turning his focus back on you. “So, did you just go to the gym?”

He must have remembered Roxanne telling them about your love for the gym, causing you to glance down at your clothing. “Oh, no I jogged here.” You correct him, noticing that your words seem to stir Jungkook from his phone. He rotates his body to face you, a surprised expression glued to his features. 

“You know, it’s supposed to rain.” Jungkook finally speaks, reminding you that you may very well be walking home in the rain. 

“A little water won’t kill me.” You shrug your shoulders, watching as Jungkook’s eyes shimmer with amusement.

He offers you a smirk as the waiter returns to take your order. You order your favorite selection of Pho, excited to indulge in a warm broth with rice noodles. Jungkook follows your lead except he selects a different protein for his while Taehyung opts for a rice bowl instead. 

Once your waiter walks away, Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, shifting his gaze in your direction. “What?” You ask defensively, watching his shy demeanor fade as the cockiness you’re familiar with returns. 

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, running his tongue over his lip piercing as he leans back in the booth. “I didn’t have you pegged for someone who likes Pho.” He’s clearly talking about your choice of meal.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, ass.” You respond in just the same manner in which he spoke to you back in the elevator earlier this week. 

His smirk only widens as he stretches an arm out on the top of the booth seating, spreading his legs to slouch in his seat. There is a clear flirtatious tension between the pair of you which causes Taehyung to reach for his drink. Jungkook told him about your night of heated passion, which only serves to spur him on in trying to get his best friend to seek out something with you. It was clear to Taehyung that Jungkook couldn’t get you out of his mind and he was determined to get you two together. 

“He is an ass, isn’t he?” Taehyung teases, as Jungkook glares in his direction.

“Shut up.” Jungkook barks playfully as a giggle escapes your lips. 

You offer Jungkook a flirtatious stare, your eyes wide with mischief. “And kind of a brat.” You add, watching as Jungkook’s eyes darken at your teasing. 

“Watch yourself, princess.” He threatens, pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek before staring you down as if a hunter waiting for his prey. A shiver courses through your spine as his eyes bore into you, similar to the stare he gave while he fucked you senselessly on your kitchen counter. 

The tension is thankfully interrupted by the serving of your meals, allowing you to turn your attention to the warm broth seeping steam from your bowl. You lick your lips as the waiter places a plate of basil and bean sprouts in front of you and Jungkook before giving Taehyung his bowl of rice and fried pork belly. 

You reach forward to collect some bean sprouts, suddenly feeling something brush with your hand. You quickly notice Jungkook’s tattooed fingers skim against yours as your hands collide in an attempt to collect accompaniments to your food. You both pull your hands back instinctually as Jungkook clears his throat. “Ladies first.” He gestures to the plate as you collect a few bean sprouts to drop into your bowl, alongside plucking a few leaves of basil. You finally grab a couple of jalapeños to toss into the broth before reaching for your chopsticks. 

Jungkook watches as you skillfully manipulate your chopsticks to stir and collect your noodles. You lean forward to take your first taste of the savory meal, feeling Jungkook’s stare through the side of your skull. You slurp your noodles as politely as possible before raising your eyebrows in his direction. 

Jungkook simply smiles as he reaches for his own toppings. “You just impress me.” He admits, causing your cheeks to ache as a large smile invades your expression. 

As the three of you indulge in your meals, you and Taehyung begin discussing a specific series you’ve been binge-watching on Netflix while Jungkook happily stuffs his face with a warm delicious meal. You’re surprised to find the company is actually quite pleasurable, discovering that you have more in common with the two men than you originally expect. While you and Taehyung share similar interests in television series, you discover that you and Jungkook have very similar music preferences. You were quick to call his music shit since it’s always being blared across your apartment wall. Now that you actually take the time to discuss what genres he enjoys, you find similarities to your own preferences. 

As you slurp your last bunch of noodles from your chopsticks, you gently lick your lips clean as you set the utensils down across the top of your bowl. Jungkook has already finished his meal alongside Taehyung who were now discussing something that happened at work the following week. 

A loud clap of thunder pulls your attention as your eyes frantically glance toward the large windows at the front of the restaurant. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath, realizing that your only way home is now in the pouring rain. You watch as the rain pounds against the glass, the wind causing the weather outside to blur the image of the street ahead. 

Jungkook hears the concern in your voice as he follows your line of vision, noticing the change in weather as Taehyung kicks his shin from underneath the table. Jungkook’s eyes flash wildly at his friend, covering his grunt with a clear of his throat. “You know, if you ask nicely…” Jungkook begins to tease, leaning into you as he whispers in your ear. “I’ll drive you home.”

You let out an amused laugh, glaring in his direction as you challenge his stare. “I don’t need your help.” You speak confidently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I can manage on my own.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen in amusement as he brings his cup to his lips, watching the interaction unfold between you and Jungkook. Jungkook narrows his eyes, almost offended that you refuse his offer. “Don’t be stubborn, Y/N.” His voice is low, almost threatening as he motions back towards the window. “It’s thundering and lightning out there.” 

“So?” You offer knowing that accepting his kindness would be your safest way home. Part of you wants to spend more time with Jungkook, however, you can’t help but continue making things challenging between you.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, fighting back a growl as he leans forward to invade your personal space. “Y/n, please let me drive you home.” His voice is soft yet it holds the intensity of his intentions. You falter, stunned that Jungkook genuinely seems concerned about you walking home on your own. You make eye contact with him, feeling an electric pull to the man in front of you as you seemingly get lost in his deep brown hues. 

“Okay.” You finally answer, your voice almost a whisper as he smirks in triumph, his genuine concern still visible behind his irises. 

—

The rain pummels against your skin as you hold your hands up over your head. Jungkook is rushing ahead of you, desperately pressing the button of his key fob to unlock the doors of the black BMW parked against the curb. He pulls open the passenger door just in time for you to crawl inside his car, shivering slightly from the cold moisture on your skin and the damp clothes clinging to your body. 

You watch as he shuts the door, the sound of the rain becoming muffled from within the car as you watch him run around the front to sneak into the driver’s seat. You momentarily hear the rainfall become louder until you are both encased inside the vehicle. You laugh as you glance down at your attire, your sports bra is now fully visible through your white tank top, the fabric completely unforgiving as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

Jungkook equally shares a chuckle as he shyly smiles, passing his hands over his face to wipe off the raindrops that dripped down from his soaked hair. His work uniform is clearly completely drenched, the rain refusing to spare him from its brutal attack. He quickly presses the ignition button, listening as the low hum of the BMW roars to life.

“Damn it.” He groans, knowing it would take a good while to dry himself off before heading to work. You bite your lip nervously, shivering as the air conditioning begins to swirl around you, causing chills to rake through your body. Jungkook is quick to notice how cold you seem, his hand quickly switching on the heat as he starts to fiddle with the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

You blink back your surprise, watching as each button pulls apart to reveal a white tank top beneath the fabric. Jungkook pulls the shirt from his body, tossing it into the backseat as he holds his hands out towards the vents to warm up with the hot air. His complete sleeve of tattoos is exposed to you once again, causing you to pause and admire the details up close. At first, you notice an image of a clock before finding an orange lily tattooed close beside it. You keep grazing your eyes over the canvas, noticing a microphone, snake, and the words bulletproof written in blue lettering. You want to ask him about them, but you settle with holding your hands out, sighing in relief as the cold air morphs into a comforting warmth.  

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing the way your body continues to shiver despite the building heat in the car. “Here.” He leans forward, reaching across you to shift the vents in your direction. You lean back from the close contact, your heart already pounding in your chest from the reality of being inside Jungkook’s car, alone with the man that still haunts your inner thoughts.

You offer him a gentle smile as your body suddenly becomes still, relishing in the comfort of the heat as Jungkook presses a button beside your seat. “That should make you warm.” He adds as you realize he turned on the seat warmers. 

“Thank you.” You finally mutter out, finding his eyes once again as his pupils draw you in like a moth to a flame. You simply stare at each other for a moment, completely lost in each other as gravity seems to pull you closer together. It isn’t until you are mere inches away from each other that you realize it, moving your hands back to cross in front of you. 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to follow the movement of your arms. He can’t help but notice the black sports bar peeking through the now see-through fabric of your tank top, his eyes drinking in the sight of your mounds as he fights the urge to reach out and grab them. He remembers the feeling of your body against his, his mind reeling at the thought of taking you in the backseat of his car. 

He quickly snaps out of his sinful delusions, turning his attention back onto the road and focusing on getting you home. As Jungkook fastens his seatbelt, you quickly do the same, watching as he leans back into his seat before moving the gearshift out of park. 

You find yourself holding your breath as Jungkook skillfully pulls the car out into the street from its parallel parking, the engine revving as you lean back in the seat. The radio is turned down, allowing you to hear nothing but the sound of Jungkook’s breathing and the rain pounding on the windshield. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you fiddle with one of the wet strands of your hair. “Thanks for driving me home.” You speak softly, watching as Jungkook rests his tatted arm on the gearshift, the other casually gripping the steering wheel.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes remaining on the road ahead. “Better than watching you walk down the street like that.” He teases, raising his eyebrows as he flicks his gaze back onto your body. You gasp, smacking your hand across his shoulder as you use your free arm to cover your chest. 

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” You snap, rolling your eyes as Jungkook playfully chuckles at your comment. 

“Oh trust me, princess…” His tone dips deeper, his voice smooth like molasses as he grips the steering wheel tighter. “I’m trying to be.”

You feel your cheeks flush in warmth, your body suddenly becomes sweltering as you desperately search for the seat warmer. Your back and the bottom side of your thighs are now significantly more comfortable as you turn off the setting, hoping it will help cool you off. “I think I’m warm now.” Your eyes find the dial of the air conditioning, moving to lower the temperature as Jungkook does the same. 

You feel a tingle course through your limbs as your hand brushes with Jungkook’s, both of your eyes shooting in the direction of the other as a jolt of electricity reminds you of your attraction for him. You shyly pull your hand back as Jungkook rotates the dial to lower the heat. 

The drive to your complex isn’t very long as Jungkook swiftly passes the few intersections of the busy streets before pulling into the parking garage of your apartment. You watch as the automated door opens once his sensor is close enough, the roar of his BMW echoing through the structure as the sound of rain ceases from the covered canopy. 

You can’t help but let your mind dwell on Jungkook’s words. I’m trying to be. The implications of the phrase have your mind swirling with need, recalling the way he could effortlessly set your body a blaze with a single touch. You nervously chew on your bottom lip as he pulls into a parking spot close to the main lobby entrance, causing you to let out the breath you were subconsciously holding in. 

“Thanks again.” Your voice cracks as you speak, causing you to shrink in embarrassment as you refrain from smacking your palm over your forehead. “For driving me.” You add once clearing your throat. You look away from him, peering out your window as you close your eyes, scrunching your face as you cringe from your obvious nerves. 

Jungkook places the gear in park as he adjusts himself in the seat, turning his torso to face you. “You’re welcome.” His eyes become drawn to your chest, unable to fight off his desires to peer at your body, lusting over the memory of the pleasure you inflicted upon him. He bites down on his lower lip, playing with his piercing as a way to distract himself, the soft sting of the pressure causing him to bite back a groan as he imagines you nibbling on it for him. 

He suddenly remembers that you have to walk upstairs, completely soaked from the inclement weather as you face the chilling air conditioning inside. He also recalls the fact that your shirt is see-through, completely displaying your chest for the world to see. He lifts the tattooed arm over the back of your headrest, twisting his body further as he reaches for a hoodie that was tucked in the backseat. “Here.” He grabs the fabric, handing it to you as the material covers the tempting sight beneath your wet shirt. “Cover up.”

You blink as you bunch the material in front of you, glancing down to see your bra is still showing through your clothes. You blush at the realization, glancing back at Jungkook to find him struggling to keep his eyes from wandering toward your chest. You lower his hoodie, setting it in your lap as you bravely gulp back your nerves. “Why? Does it bother you?” Your voice dips into a seductive purr as you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning up on your hip to tuck one of your legs beneath your bottom to perch yourself up as you lean over the center console. 

Jungkook’s jaw practically drops as he watches you invade the space keeping him at a distance from you. You watch his breathing hitch as he sits still, allowing you to come closer as you bat your lashes in his direction. “Watch yourself, princess.” He growls, leaning his face in closer to yours as he meets your flirtatious eyes with a stern expression. 

“Or what?” You ask sternly as you continue pressing forward until your lips are nearly brushing against his. “Can’t handle me?” You tease, a cocky smile exposing itself at the corner of your lips as you notice the windows of his car fogging up from the changing air temperature inside and the humidity from outside. 

Jungkook bites back a chuckle, fighting every urge coursing through his body to pull you closer and crash his lips into yours. “Oh, I can handle a spoiled brat.” He counters, his arrogant smile making an appearance. “It’s you who can’t handle me.”

His words send you in a silent rage as you gasp in remembrance of the way he commandeered your body. He smirks triumphantly before you drop your eyes onto the belt buckle nestled at his hips, suddenly determined to prove that you can just as easily make him beg for more. You press the release mechanism of his seat belt, watching it retract as Jungkook’s confident expression falters out of curiosity. You barely allow him the time to adjust to your actions, your hands clawing at the belt of his uniform. “We’ll see about that.”

“Y/n?!” Jungkook’s eyes widen as his arms latch onto the door and center console, watching as you effortlessly pull the belt apart, making quick work to unzip his work cargos. “What the f…” Before he can get out his last word, you pull the fabric of his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free as you wrap your digits around the offending member. Jungkook lets a loud groan escape his lips as he bites down on his bottom lip, completely taken back by the sight of your pretty little hand gripping around him. 

A devilish grin exposes your teeth as you begin stroking your hand up and down his length, leaning over to capture his bottom lip between yours. You feel the click of his piercing between your teeth and you playfully nibble his bottom lip, relishing in the moan you drag from deep within his throat. He quickly brings his hands to grab the sides of your head, forcing your gaze directly on his as he watches your eyes grow wider from the twitch of his cock. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He manages to choke out between huffed breaths as he pulls you into him to drown you in his affection. You manage to continue pumping your fist, your body shivering as Jungkook groans while his mouth is still savagely devouring yours. Your vision blurs momentarily as you become intoxicated by his touch, pulling yourself away in desperate attempts to maintain your composure. 

“I thought you said you could handle me?” You tilt your head in a mocking manner, giggling softly to yourself as Jungkook drops his hands from your hair back to whatever parts of his car he can hold onto.  He looks completely desperate for more attention from you, bucking his hips forward as he imagines fucking your pussy instead of the inside of your hand. 

Your pride swells from his desperation, leading you to amp up your torment as you adjust yourself on the seat, completely leaning over the center console until your face is hovering just a few inches from his hard dick, dripping with pre-cum as it angrily awaits for your sweet treatment. Without hesitation, you latch your lips over the tip, feeling Jungkook’s head fall back against the seat with a thud as an uncharacteristic groan reverberates deep in his throat. “Fuck, Y/n.” He praises you as one of his hands rests on the back of your head. “Take my dick.”

The encouragement causes you to bob your head up and down, letting your lips glide along his shaft as you savor the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You confidently swirl your tongue on the underside of his cock as you continue taking him deep in your throat. You feel his fingers tangle within your hair as he guides your head up and down, completely overwhelmed by how willing you are to follow his guidance. “Shit…you’re fucking amazing.”

Your cheeks ache as you fight a smile, Jungkook’s length still completely sheathed within your mouth as you skillfully continue building his high. It isn’t until you begin twisting your hand gently down his length as your mouth follows close behind it that he releases his grip on your hair, his arms latching around the back of his headrest as he fights off his orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum…” He pants, completely out of breath as he grips the headrest tightly, feeling his cock twitch in stimulation as your mouth slides down once again, sucking tightly as the feeling of his tip bullies through until it collides with the back of your throat. 

Just as you feel Jungkook’s muscles tighten, you release your grip on his member, sliding him back out of your mouth with a pop as you lean back into the passenger seat. Jungkook’s eyes snap open from the sudden lack of attention, his orgasm failing to reach its peak as his dick remains needy for more of your touch. 

“What the fuck?” He complains, sitting up as he frantically finds your gaze. “Why did you stop?” 

You fight back the smug smirk from stretching over your lips, offering him a condescending smile. “Don’t you have to go to work?” You ask innocently, collecting your belongings as you move to exit his BMW. 

Jungkook quickly reaches over you, blocking you from opening the door as his eyes fill with desperation. While the clock serves as a reminder of his rapidly approaching shift, he’s also needy for release after the biggest tease of his life. You simply push past him, opening the door to crawl out before sparing him a final glare. “Looks like you can’t handle me after all.” 

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He threatens, his jaw tightening as he tucks himself back into his pants to prevent anyone from walking by and witnessing his indecency. You simply shrug your shoulders, inwardly shuddering at the thought of Jungkook taking out his frustrations on you again. 

“Have a good night, JK.” You state simply, shutting the door before making your way toward the lobby door. 

You hear Jungkook’s engine roar with urgency behind you, turning around as you watch him pull out from the parking spot, rolling his window down to send his glare directly through you as he chews on his bottom lip in an attempt to cool himself down. You feel your mouth run dry from the pure intensity of his stare knowing you’ll be safe from his revenge for the rest of the evening, at least until he returns home from his shift. 

—

The fresh scent of your citrusy household cleaner wafts around you as you finish tidying up your kitchen and living room space, finally taking the time to complete the chores you’ve been neglecting since last weekend. You smile triumphantly as every surface is dusted and disinfected, the mess of clutter neatly sorted and stored in its proper locations. You hum happily to some of your favorite songs as your Bluetooth speakers sync throughout your apartment, the music traveling from room to room as you venture around sweeping and mopping the floors. 

Your hair is still damp from your shower, your body comfortably snug in a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a tank top to keep you warm from the shivers you can’t seem to shake off since getting drenched in the rain. Since Jungkook dropped you off, you watched a movie, took your shower, and began cleaning around the apartment.

You slide across the flooring of your apartment with your socks as you sway your hips with the music, enjoying the rhythmic beats. As you seek out the storage closet in your hallway, you notice the time displayed on the digital clock on your stove, noticing that it's already close to midnight. You pull open the door of the closet, shoving the broom out of sight as you close the door with a satisfied sigh. 

The music continues playing throughout your apartment as you pluck your phone from the kitchen counter, lowering the volume to accommodate any neighbors who might be home. Thankfully, both of your direct neighbors work the night shift, leaving you with ample opportunities to enjoy your music in peace. You start singing along to the next song that shuffles through your playlist as you make your way into your bathroom. 

You place your phone down on the vanity as you reach for your toothbrush, making quick work to twist off the cap of your tube of toothpaste, squeezing a pea size amount onto the bristles. You turn on the tap, gently running the brush beneath the water before beginning to brush your teeth, still swaying your hips to the music as you glance at yourself in the mirror. 

The music suddenly stops as the screen of your phone changes, noticing that it darkens through the reflection of the mirror. You questioningly glance down to peek at your device, curious as to see what caused your music to turn off.  You choke on the mixture of your spit and toothpaste as you examine the name displayed across the LED screen. 

Asshole. 

You lean forward to spit into the sink, letting the water wash away any evidence as you hear the vibrations of your phone against the granite countertop of your vanity. You freeze, simply watching as you debate answering it. Wasn’t he currently at work? Why would he be calling you close to midnight in the middle of his shift? You bring your toothbrush back up to your lips, continuing your nightly routine as you ignore the ring, your eyes occasionally flickering back until you see his contact disappear from the screen. 

You finish cleaning off your mouth as you place your toothbrush away in its holder, tapping your phone to see if Jungkook texted you or if his call was merely a mistaken butt-dial. You’re slightly disappointed to see there aren’t any texts coming through as you turn your attention back onto the mirror in front of you. You lean forward once more, turning the faucet handle as you cup your hands beneath the flow, tossing the lukewarm water onto your face as you continue with your nighttime routine. 

As you reach across the vanity for your facial cleanser, you ignore your phone as you snap open the lid, squeezing another small amount of product onto your fingertips as you start lathering the substance between your hands. You smear the liquid onto your cheeks, moving your fingertips in slow circles as you watch your skin become white from the suds of the product. You can feel the small exfoliating beads burst against your skin, your mind settling on the reality that Jungkook most likely accidentally dialed your number. 

You cup your hands under the water once again, splashing away the cleanser as you close your eyes to prevent any product from stinging them. You blindly reach out to the side, your hand seeking the hand towel hanging on a towel rod nearby, dapping away any remaining moisture as you peer back at your reflection to see your skin freshly washed.

You toss the towel into the hamper off to the side of your bathroom before reaching for your phone, grabbing it as you turn off the light to make your way into your bedroom. As you continue shuffling your feet to the now-returned music, you unlock your phone to disconnect from your speakers. You cross your leg beneath you as you sit perched on the edge of your bed, maneuvering through your streaming app until your apartment is filled with silence. 

As you go to click off your screen, you notice a small red dot near your missed calls. You click it open to find a voicemail notification from none other than Jungkook. You blink, half expecting the name on the screen to switch only to find that there truly was a voicemail from your incredibly hot neighbor that you blew earlier in his car. 

“Shit.” You hiss under your breath, suddenly nervous as to the reason he even called, let alone leave you a voicemail. You lay back in your bed, all of the lights in your apartment now extinguished except for the small bedside lamp just inches from your pillows. You rest your head back as you hesitantly tap on his nickname, fearing what you might hear in the next few seconds. 

“Y/n…” You hear Jungkook in your ear as if he’s laying directly beside you. There’s a small pause as he realizes he’s now recording on your voicemail. “Why didn’t you…? God…damn, I wish you would’ve picked up.” He continues as a frustrated groan resonates through the earpiece of your phone, causing your body to shudder at the deep guttural sound. 

Your heart rate begins to increase as you listen to his words, his voice causing a reaction in your body instantly as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage as if it was trying to escape. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“Fuck, Y/n.” His tone is laced with irritation and need, causing you to unconsciously tuck your lip between your teeth, gently biting the flesh as you imagine him saying it with the same intensity he used earlier in the car.  “I’m on my lunch break and all I can think about is that pretty little mouth of yours.” You gasp, feeling your body ignite in the same insatiable heat you feel whenever he’s physically close to you. How could he cause your body such a reaction simply by speaking into his phone? 

“You looked so fucking hot swallowing my dick like that before you left…” He continues, his voice is low and seductive, drawing you in with every vocal infliction of his tone. You hear him groan once more into the phone as a chill pierces through your spine. “Damn, princess, you’ve got me all fucked up.”

You feel your cheek burn in embarrassment and arousal at the fact that this voicemail even exists, proof that Jeon Jungkook is still thinking about you, his sexual resolve completely destroyed by your teasing games from earlier that day. You feel empowered, your pride swelling from hearing Jungkook admit that he’s wrecked by you.

 There is a long pause on his voicemail, hearing nothing but silence for a good short while. The silence has you hanging off the cliffs of your sanity, feeling nervous and excited about what he could possibly say next. Your mind can’t help but entertain thoughts of what he must look like while he’s leaving you this voicemail. What could he possibly be doing? It isn’t until his voice finally breaks the silence that you find you’ve been holding in a breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his tone. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” Jungkook leaves you with a dark breathy chuckle before your phone finally beeps, indicating the end of his voicemail. 

You lay completely frozen as you stare up at your ceiling, completely dumbfounded by Jungkook’s vulgar comments and provocative threats. You feel your throat run dry, completely unable to speak or make a sound as you process everything that was said for what seemed like an eternity even though it was a quick voicemail. 

Your mind flashes to memories of your encounter in his car, his dick hitting against the back of your throat as you pulled delicious moans from his lips. You recall how frustrated Jungkook appeared as you left him desperate for a release. 

The temptation of replaying the voicemail overcomes you as you glance down at your phone, tapping away to begin the audio once more. His voice sends another wave of shivers down your spine, your body becoming excited from the manner in which he helplessly exposes his sexual frustrations. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” As his words repeat, you find yourself wondering what kind of treatment is awaiting you in the morning. You can feel a dull thump between your legs, moisture collecting between your legs as your arousal only fuels your sinful fantasies with your neighbor.

Typically, you’d be scolding his brazen determination, however, the thought of him taking out his lustful agitation on your body sends you reeling. You bite down harder on your bottom lip as your hand travels against your thigh, fighting your every instinct to pleasure yourself as the thoughts of your kitchen sex with Jungkook resurface. You can feel your nipples harden beneath your tanktop, the thin material doing nothing to conceal your blatant arousal at the thought of Jungkook. 

“Oh, my god.” You moan as Jungkook’s cocky grin haunts your mind, imagining him playing with that stupid lip piercing of his with the satisfaction of knowing his voicemail caused you to practically beg for his attention.  “Such an ass.” You groan as you grab your phone, closing out of your voicemail to place it on its charger. You sigh as you feel your body change knowing that no matter what you tried to convince yourself, you were secretly thrilled for the morning to come. 

—

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you find yourself back in your master bathroom, glaring at yourself in the reflective surface of the bathroom mirror. Your hair is still dry from the night before given that you only washed your body this morning. You have small hints of makeup strategically painted across your features to enhance your natural looks, something that you instinctually did after brushing your teeth.

You carefully pull your hair down from the loose bun sitting atop your head, watching as your strands cascade onto your shoulders. You smile at your reflection, thankful for the soft naturally pinky complexion of your cheeks alongside the mascara to enhance your eyes and the soft pigment across your lips. You look soft, a sight that Jungkook would surely welcome if he actually chose to follow through with his threat of coming to ruin your morning. 

Your eyes shift down to your attire, suddenly realizing that you have clothes on for comfort, not for looks. You nibble on your lip as you contemplate your choice of clothing, pulling against the waistband of your fleece pajama bottoms to check which underwear you currently have on. You glance back at your reflection, groaning as you turn to venture toward your dresser to find something more appealing. 

The black lace fabric of your favorite bra and pantie set catches your gaze as you contemplate whether or not you should change. You grab the balconette bra, holding it up as you imagine Jungkook’s reaction to your chest in such a number. The thought of Jungkook reminds you that all of this effort is going into making sure you look good for the man that has pranked you since your arrival.  “Why do I even care?” You groan, tossing the bra back into the drawer. 

Just as you go to push it to shut, you sigh as you give into your mild insecurities, snatching up the bra and the matching panties as you stomp your feet in defeat, knowing you were vastly overthinking this supposed morning visit he threatened to pay you. For all you knew, he could’ve completely moved on from the thought after a long night spent saving people’s lives. 

Despite your inner turmoil, you change into the set, covering it with a simple black t-shirt and a pair of your comfiest jean shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing your figure is completely swallowed by the material of your shirt. “Y/n, stop stressing. This is stupid.” You complain to yourself, ignoring the urge to compulsively go pick a new shirt to better flatter you. “It’s JK. Who cares what he thinks?” 

As you start walking away from the bathroom vanity, you start tugging on the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, twirling it between your fingers as you tie it into a knot that rests against your hip. “There.” You groan to yourself, completely annoyed with how invested you suddenly became in your appearance. Jungkook fucked you in your kitchen randomly and you never cared what he thought of you, why was it suddenly bothering you so much? 

You walk out into your living room, admiring the way the natural sunlight illuminated the space as you moved toward the kitchen. You instantly seek out your coffee maker, plucking a pod from the display beside it as you turn on the machine, ready for a boost of caffeine to help gain some of your energy back. 

The coffee maker slowly hums as the water becomes hot, allowing you just enough time to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet and place it beneath the spout. Your eyes shift toward the clock, noticing that it was almost ten o’ clock. Jungkook’s shift was from nine to nine, leaving you to ponder his intentions upon his return home since the hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from your complex. 

You let out a breathy laugh of disappointment, rolling your eyes as you turn your attention to the refrigerator. You might as well get your day started, feeling upset for concerning yourself so much with thoughts of Jungkook. You ponder your selections, debating what seems appealing to your tastebuds.  

A series of loud bangs resonate against your front door, causing you to jolt back in surprise as your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the startle. You feel your body stiffen as the banging becomes louder and more consistent as if someone was desperately trying to get your attention. 

The smell of coffee invades your nostrils as the coffee maker dispenses the liquid into your mug while you close the refrigerator. There is a pause in the knocking which allows you to turn the corner toward the front door. Before you can reach the lock, you hear a few more loud thumps as you suck in a breath, fully aware of who would be on the opposite end of the door. 

You hesitantly pull it open, gasping at the sight of Jungkook glaring through the wood as if he could see right through it. His eyes darken at the sight of you, his facial expression completely unamused. His arms are pressed against your door frame mimicking a predator who is ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as you take in the sight of him, his hair damp and messy as it hangs over his eyes, his large irises piercing through the strands. It’s clear that he showered after a night in the hospital.

 “About fucking time.” He hisses, wasting no time in lunging forward into your apartment, grabbing ahold of your waist as he kicks the door closed behind him. His impatience is evident in his features, his jaw tight from the tension of his sexual desires. You can hardly keep up with how quickly your senses are overcome, feeling yourself crash into the wall beside your hall tree as Jungkook’s hands crawl up your body, crashing his lips into yours. 

You moan at his taste, feeling the warmth of his tongue and the cold hard material of his piercing intermixing as your kiss becomes a mixture of tongue and cheek. You gasp for a breath as Jungkook trails his mouth along your jaw, his hands trailing up your waist as he pulls up the material of your shirt. “Take this shit off…” He huffs against your skin, his breath sending a wave of chills through your body, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation. 

You comply, lifting your arms to aid in his removal of your shirt, tossing it down beside you as his eyes fixate on the sight of your breasts nestled into your choice of bra. “Damn, Y/n. You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, your pride only growing from his praise as his mouth begins to trail down your neck. Jungkook places open-mouth kisses along your skin, dropping his head to the level of your chest, biting his bottom lip as he moves his hands up to grab them between his large fingers. 

“Why are you still dressed?” You pant, feeling drunk off of his presence as you pull his shirt from his frame, Jungkook allowing you to tug it over his head. You carelessly discard it as his muscular frame presses into you, his sleeve tattoo gloriously displayed across his arm and shoulder. “I thought you said you would ruin my morning?” You challenge, watching as Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fighting back his urge to bend you over and spank you. 

“Oh…you have no idea, princess.” He chuckles darkly, moving to place a kiss on the fleshy part of your breast that is exposed from your bra. His kiss quickly turns into a gentle graze of his teeth, sending your head back to rest against the wall behind you. “You’ll be begging me to make you cum by the time I’m done with you.” 

You feel the moisture build between your legs at his vulgar mouth, unable to respond before he drops to his knees in front of you. You blush at the realization that his face is now hovering dangerously close to your most private region, his hands grabbing at your sides as he presses your hips back into the wall. You dig your fingers into damp strands of hair atop of his head, gripping gently as his hands fiddle with the button of your jeans, gently shimming the denim down your thighs, his mouth practically salivating at the sight of your matching set. 

He tilts his chin up, a cocky grin stretched across his lips. “Seems you were waiting for me.” He tuts confidently, his fingers shamelessly gripping the edges of your lace panties, tugging them down the length of your legs. 

“Shut up.” You bark back, hating the arrogant smile on his face even though it compliments the fuck out of his demeanor. Jungkook chuckles, his breath ghosting over the junction between your thighs, causing your legs to quake momentarily. 

“Better hold on to something, princess,” Jungkook warns, leaving you momentarily confused until he surges forward and latches his mouth over the folds of your vagina, causing a pornographic moan to escape the barrier of your lips. 

You slap one of your hands over your mouth, attempting to muffle the blatant sound of your need for him as your reaction only spurs on his determination to drive you mad. “Shit…” You moan as Jungkook runs the entirety of his tongue over the length of your core, causing your legs to shake as you grab onto his shoulder helplessly. 

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, bringing his hands down to the front of your pelvis, helping spread your legs apart for better access. Your head falls back, arching your back as Jungkook greedily devours your taste, his tongue swirling against your clit and probing at your tight little hole, causing more whimpers to drip from your mouth as your body rapidly climbs in ecstasy. “Oh my god…JK…”

You run your hands against the toned frame of his shoulders, feeling the coils of your abdomen tighten as Jungkook continues his torment. Jungkook begins to suck against your clit, stimulating you until you feel the edge of your orgasm teeter closer with each stroke of his tongue. “I’m gonna cum…” You warn, completely blissed out as you tighten your grip on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his tongue slip away just as your muscles tighten in anticipation fo your sweet release. 

The cold air causes your arousal to deescalate, leaving you in a state of confusion as Jungkook stands back up, a mischievous grin exposing his satisfaction. “What the hell?” You complain, irritated that your orgasm was so suddenly interrupted. 

Jungkook licks his lips lecherously, the sinful sight of your arousal being lapped up by his tongue as if it was sweet nectar causes your mouth to hang open. “What’s the matter?” He bites back his mischievous laughter, watching you connect the dots. He’s only returning the favor of the stunt you pulled yesterday in his car, leaving you horny and unsatisfied just as you left him. 

“Fuck you.” You snarl, pushing your palms against his bare chest as he captures your wrists within his strong grip. Despite your annoyance, your tone is hardly threatening as Jungkook leans in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the flesh gently before releasing it. 

His eyes darken as he pins you with his stare, his hands still immobilizing your arms from pushing him away. “Oh, I fully intend on it.” He promises as he releases your wrist to drop his hands down to your ass. Before you can think of a response to throw his way, he lifts you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips as you leave the remnants of your clothes on the floor of your entryway. 

The journey to your bedroom becomes a blur as Jungkook latches back onto your lips, kissing you passionately as your teeth click against his piercing, snatching his bottom lip between your teeth as another moan jumps from your lips. Jungkook groans from the reaction, pressing his hips forward so that his hardened length probes against your thigh as you finally reach the bedroom. He makes quick work of dropping you onto the bed, tossing you haphazardly as his hands drop to his waist. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your eyes instantly finding the tattooed letters on his hands as you watch him yank down his sweatpants and boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You instantly suck your bottom lip between your teeth, recalling how just yesterday you had him falling to pieces as his cock was buried deep down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess. You’re such a damn tease.” He groans as he leans forward and crawls onto the bed to pin you beneath him. You suck in a breath, your body jittery with excitement as you bat your eyes innocently. 

“Am I?” You comment bravely, watching as Jungkook pauses over you, resembling a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark and unamused by your sarcastic tone. “Shut up, Y/n.” He barks as he pulls you up to snake a hand behind your back, skillfully unclasping your bra with his fingers. Your eyes widen, stunned that he was able to unhinge the undergarment without any difficulty. It turns you on, causing your mind to swirl with even more lust for the man. Why did he have to be such a vibe?

As Jungkook tosses your bra to the side to expose your breast, he grins menacingly before leaning down to latch his mouth around your pert bud. You toss your head back, letting out a moan as his warm tongue stimulates the areola, leaving you a shuddering mess beneath him as the cold metal of his piercing adds an extra level of excitement. 

You feel the burn of desire scorch through your limbs, the heat traveling as you fight back the urge to pull him into you. The wait was torture. You wanted him to fuck you and you wanted it now, but you knew he wouldn’t spare you that pleasure after leaving him high and dry. 

Jungkook smirks against your skin as he feels your body arching toward him, satisfied that he has you right where he wants you. He brings a hand up, pinching your free nipple between his index and thumb, gently massaging over you as he extracts another moan of gratification from you. 

“JK…I need more.” Your resolve to stay silent finally cracks, your hips pressing up to feel his dick pressing against your inner thigh. Jungkook simply releases your nipple with a pop, watching as it hardens from his attention and the cold air of your apartment against the moisture of his mouth. 

He moves to hover his face just over yours as he dips his hand from your nipple to between your legs, pressing the pad of his finger against your swollen clit. You bite back a groan, your hips instinctually swirling against his hand to stimulate your bud. You become increasingly enraged by the smug look on Jungkook’s face, watching as he intentionally leaves you wanting more. 

“You’re not begging yet.” His voice is low and taunting as he begins rubbing tight circles against your clit, causing your mouth to hang open in pleasure as your body becomes rapidly elevated to a state of bliss. You bite back the urge to plead for your release, knowing this was his way of getting sweet revenge. 

Jungkook notices your hesitance, shrugging his shoulders as he releases your bud, causing your high to come spiraling back down. You groan in frustration, pushing against him as he grabs ahold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head. “Come on, princess. Just admit you want me to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks maliciously, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he licks his lips. “I’ll happily oblige.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.” You snip back, knowing every part of you wants to get on your knees and beg for him to tear you apart in every way possible. 

He leans down, brushing his lips against the outer shell of your ear, causing you to shiver from the touch, “Suit yourself.” Before you can retaliate, he silences you with another soul-sucking kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting every ounce of you. You moan against him as you feel him align his hips between your thighs, his length probing the folds of your vagina as his tip lingers dangerously close to your center. 

Jungkook stops kissing you for a moment, watching your face twist in euphoria as he inserts his bulging tip into your pussy, just enough to tease your hole before pulling back out. You pant from the excruciating torture of his teasing, your hips desperately seeking for him to impale you fully. He dives back in to steal your breath with another kiss, smirking against your lips as he repeats his previous action, feeling your body chase after him. 

“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, stopping just at your shoulder as he gently bites the length of it. 

The sensation eliminates whatever determination you have to keep from begging, feeling his tip continue to fuck your entrance teasingly. “Jungkook…please.” You moan, feeling your mind and body scream for you to submit to his desires. 

“What was that?” His expression becomes more serious as if he is also fighting every urge to bury his dick deep within you. You can see the wrecked expression glimmer behind his irises as you soften your expression. 

Jungkook pauses his movements, seeing you become incredibly irresistible as your eyes softly beg for him. “I need you, JK. Please…fuck me so good.” Your voice is seductive and pleading, dangerously drawing him into you as his hips surge forward, causing you both to gasp. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans as his arms shake from the long-awaited moment he could bully his way through to your cervix. You equally let out a sinful moan, filling your apartment with the sound of your arousal for him. 

He begins to pull out, pounding you into your bed as he rapidly builds a delicious yet tortuous pace, leaving you grasping at your sheets in an attempt to keep you grounded to reality as you quickly elevate back to a euphoric state. “Oh my god…JK…Shit.” You choke out as he continues slamming into you, bruising your cervix as he fucks away all of the sexual build-up of the last twenty-four hours. 

“You take my dick so good, Y/N.” He praises you, tightening his grip on your wrists slightly as he changes the pace of his hips, taking slower, deeper thrusts up into your core. “You’re fucking perfect.” His muscles tighten as you both near your end, his arms grasping around your torso in an attempt to keep you from moving, your breast bouncing with each aggressive thrust he sends into you. 

“Make me cum…please…” You continue pleading, fully willing to admit how desperate you are as he happily impales you to the hilt. The feeling is glorious, leaving your body fully satisfied after such sweet teasing, allowing you to convulse around him as the coils in your stomach snap from your orgasm ripping through you. “Jungkook!” You yell as your vision goes white in rapture, leaving you a complete mess. 

The manner in which you call out his name has him meeting his own end, feeling the warmth of his cum shoot deep within you as his body presses into you from his exhaustion. He releases the grip on your wrists, bringing one of them up to his lips as he places gentle kisses along the inside just beneath your palm. You watch his every move, entranced by the way he carefully runs his lips against the tender skin. You sigh happily from the attention, feeling embarrassed once he opens his eyes, catching you as you watch him. 

His cheeks swell against his eyes as a goofy smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “What?” He asks curiously, admiring the way your hair sprawls against the bed, almost as if you are trying to lure him back in for more. 

“Nothing.” You hum happily, gasping softly as he pulls himself out from within you. He kisses up your torso, leaving a few kisses against your breast before seeking out your lips. You sigh happily from the sudden uncharacteristic gesture, feeling giddy that he chose to roll over and lay beside you. 

“That was fucking amazing.” He admits, blissed out as he turns his head to peer back toward you. “Best neighbor ever.” He grins, watching as you roll your eyes sarcastically. You can’t conceal the bright smile that’s radiating from your expression, your after-sex glow only causing Jungkook to admire you more. 

You blush a the realization that he’s studying you closely. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You admit, knowing that despite your prank war, being neighbors is more exciting and thrilling than annoying. 

Jungkook smiles through his eyes, his large pupil’s reflecting his sentiments towards you now that he isn’t driven mad with sexual frustration. You notice the exhaustion on his features, recalling that he just worked all night and must be tired beyond belief. You shift in your position, feeling the sticky residue from between your legs, cringing slightly as you turn to face him. “I’m going to take a shower.” You watch him for a reaction as you cautiously suggest your next statement. “Wanna grab lunch after?” 

Jungkook’s smile remains as he nods slightly, feeling the fatigue set in. “Yeah, sounds good.” You cautiously stand from your bed, glancing toward the bathroom before looking back at Jungkook, surprised to find him blatantly checking out your ass as he fights his exhaustion. You smile shyly before moving to retrieve your undergarments and clothing from the hallway before escaping into the bathroom.

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 5

Chapter 5 is here! Only one chapter left before the end of Clash 😭 Thank you to everyone who has shown this story some love! It's been a special project for me and the love it has received is truly appreciated! 💜 Love you guys.

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{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing. (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

After another weekend of rest and recovery, you’re finally able to resume your typical everyday activities since your sprained ankle is now completely healed from your unfortunate fall. Your long day at work is finally over and you utilize your free time to get in a jog to a local Vietnamese restaurant to indulge in one of your favorite meals.  

The wind feels cooling against your damp skin as you power through your jog. You roam the sidewalks leading to a small strip of businesses a few blocks from your apartment, spotting the restaurant as you step up to the curb.

You slow your pace to a walk as you notice a group of dark clouds looming overhead, suddenly worried that your trip home might be in the middle of the pouring rain. You hope for the best as you pull open the large glass door leading into the establishment, a delicious aroma wafting in your direction as you walk inside. 

The welcoming decor of the establishment brings a smile to your lips as you recognize some of the employees you often see on your visits. You can feel your mouth watering as you glance around for a table, your eyes suddenly finding two familiar figures sitting at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. 

Your mouth practically drops open as you notice Jungkook sitting beside his friend Taehyung, dressed in his paramedic uniform. You can’t help but wonder if he is finishing work or if he is going in for the night shift. You drop your stare as you glance around to see if your usual table is available. You sigh once noticing a couple sitting together at your usual booth, shifting your gaze to seek out another location. 

There is a small booth available toward the back nestled right beside Jungkook and Taehyung’s table. You hang your head down as you make your way over, noticing Taehyung make eye contact with you before you watch him nudge Jungkook gently. You steal a few glances in their direction as the two men whisper to each other.

Your focus remains on the available booth before seeing Taehyung’s arm shoot in the air to gesture you over toward them. You glance up, debating whether you should simply smile and take your seat, or actually walk over to make conversation with them. You figure it’s better to keep your distance given the fact that you and Jungkook have yet to figure out what’s going on between you. 

Ultimately, it’s Jungkook’s alluring smile that draws you over, his chiseled jaw and smile perfectly exposed since his hair is tied back for work. You offer the two men a smile as you walk over, shyly waving as Taehyung’s handsome features brighten at your presence. 

“Hey.” You speak softly as Taehyung stands to greet you, motioning toward the empty space beside Jungkook. 

“Please, join us.” Taehyung insists, obviously way too amused to see you accepting his invitation. You hesitate, peering down to see Jungkook’s smile falter for a moment, providing you with a rare snapshot of him suddenly appearing shy.

Jungkook shifts within the booth to sit closer to the wall, allowing you some room to join them as one of the waiters make their way over to your table. You slide into the booth beside Jungkook, making sure to keep a space between you as the waiter places an extra pair of chopsticks and utensils down beside you before offering you a friendly nod of his head. “What would you like to drink?” 

“Just a water, please.” You answer as he offers you a menu. You happily accept as the waiter leaves to grab your drink. You glance over to see Jungkook and Taehyung staring at you, your cheeks instantly turning red from all of the attention. “How are you guys?” You offer, watching as Taehyung leads the conversation.

You’re surprised to see that Jungkook’s usually overpowering demeanor completely vanishes, exposing a more timid version of himself. You figure it has something to do with the fact that Taehyung invited you to join them, leaving Jungkook to cope with the same awkwardness you feel when it comes to your attraction to one another. 

“Good, I just got off and Jungkook’s shift starts in a couple of hours,” Taehyung responds confidently as if he’s completely comfortable with holding a conversation with you, despite the fact that you’re almost a complete stranger. Taehyung observes your athletic attire, looking toward Jungkook to see him fiddling away with his phone. Taehyung shoots him a pointed glare before turning his focus back on you. “So, did you just go to the gym?”

He must have remembered Roxanne telling them about your love for the gym, causing you to glance down at your clothing. “Oh, no I jogged here.” You correct him, noticing that your words seem to stir Jungkook from his phone. He rotates his body to face you, a surprised expression glued to his features. 

“You know, it’s supposed to rain.” Jungkook finally speaks, reminding you that you may very well be walking home in the rain. 

“A little water won’t kill me.” You shrug your shoulders, watching as Jungkook’s eyes shimmer with amusement.

He offers you a smirk as the waiter returns to take your order. You order your favorite selection of Pho, excited to indulge in a warm broth with rice noodles. Jungkook follows your lead except he selects a different protein for his while Taehyung opts for a rice bowl instead. 

Once your waiter walks away, Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, shifting his gaze in your direction. “What?” You ask defensively, watching his shy demeanor fade as the cockiness you’re familiar with returns. 

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, running his tongue over his lip piercing as he leans back in the booth. “I didn’t have you pegged for someone who likes Pho.” He’s clearly talking about your choice of meal.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, ass.” You respond in just the same manner in which he spoke to you back in the elevator earlier this week. 

His smirk only widens as he stretches an arm out on the top of the booth seating, spreading his legs to slouch in his seat. There is a clear flirtatious tension between the pair of you which causes Taehyung to reach for his drink. Jungkook told him about your night of heated passion, which only serves to spur him on in trying to get his best friend to seek out something with you. It was clear to Taehyung that Jungkook couldn’t get you out of his mind and he was determined to get you two together. 

“He is an ass, isn’t he?” Taehyung teases, as Jungkook glares in his direction.

“Shut up.” Jungkook barks playfully as a giggle escapes your lips. 

You offer Jungkook a flirtatious stare, your eyes wide with mischief. “And kind of a brat.” You add, watching as Jungkook’s eyes darken at your teasing. 

“Watch yourself, princess.” He threatens, pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek before staring you down as if a hunter waiting for his prey. A shiver courses through your spine as his eyes bore into you, similar to the stare he gave while he fucked you senselessly on your kitchen counter. 

The tension is thankfully interrupted by the serving of your meals, allowing you to turn your attention to the warm broth seeping steam from your bowl. You lick your lips as the waiter places a plate of basil and bean sprouts in front of you and Jungkook before giving Taehyung his bowl of rice and fried pork belly. 

You reach forward to collect some bean sprouts, suddenly feeling something brush with your hand. You quickly notice Jungkook’s tattooed fingers skim against yours as your hands collide in an attempt to collect accompaniments to your food. You both pull your hands back instinctually as Jungkook clears his throat. “Ladies first.” He gestures to the plate as you collect a few bean sprouts to drop into your bowl, alongside plucking a few leaves of basil. You finally grab a couple of jalapeños to toss into the broth before reaching for your chopsticks. 

Jungkook watches as you skillfully manipulate your chopsticks to stir and collect your noodles. You lean forward to take your first taste of the savory meal, feeling Jungkook’s stare through the side of your skull. You slurp your noodles as politely as possible before raising your eyebrows in his direction. 

Jungkook simply smiles as he reaches for his own toppings. “You just impress me.” He admits, causing your cheeks to ache as a large smile invades your expression. 

As the three of you indulge in your meals, you and Taehyung begin discussing a specific series you’ve been binge-watching on Netflix while Jungkook happily stuffs his face with a warm delicious meal. You’re surprised to find the company is actually quite pleasurable, discovering that you have more in common with the two men than you originally expect. While you and Taehyung share similar interests in television series, you discover that you and Jungkook have very similar music preferences. You were quick to call his music shit since it’s always being blared across your apartment wall. Now that you actually take the time to discuss what genres he enjoys, you find similarities to your own preferences. 

As you slurp your last bunch of noodles from your chopsticks, you gently lick your lips clean as you set the utensils down across the top of your bowl. Jungkook has already finished his meal alongside Taehyung who were now discussing something that happened at work the following week. 

A loud clap of thunder pulls your attention as your eyes frantically glance toward the large windows at the front of the restaurant. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath, realizing that your only way home is now in the pouring rain. You watch as the rain pounds against the glass, the wind causing the weather outside to blur the image of the street ahead. 

Jungkook hears the concern in your voice as he follows your line of vision, noticing the change in weather as Taehyung kicks his shin from underneath the table. Jungkook’s eyes flash wildly at his friend, covering his grunt with a clear of his throat. “You know, if you ask nicely…” Jungkook begins to tease, leaning into you as he whispers in your ear. “I’ll drive you home.”

You let out an amused laugh, glaring in his direction as you challenge his stare. “I don’t need your help.” You speak confidently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I can manage on my own.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen in amusement as he brings his cup to his lips, watching the interaction unfold between you and Jungkook. Jungkook narrows his eyes, almost offended that you refuse his offer. “Don’t be stubborn, Y/N.” His voice is low, almost threatening as he motions back towards the window. “It’s thundering and lightning out there.” 

“So?” You offer knowing that accepting his kindness would be your safest way home. Part of you wants to spend more time with Jungkook, however, you can’t help but continue making things challenging between you.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, fighting back a growl as he leans forward to invade your personal space. “Y/n, please let me drive you home.” His voice is soft yet it holds the intensity of his intentions. You falter, stunned that Jungkook genuinely seems concerned about you walking home on your own. You make eye contact with him, feeling an electric pull to the man in front of you as you seemingly get lost in his deep brown hues. 

“Okay.” You finally answer, your voice almost a whisper as he smirks in triumph, his genuine concern still visible behind his irises. 

—

The rain pummels against your skin as you hold your hands up over your head. Jungkook is rushing ahead of you, desperately pressing the button of his key fob to unlock the doors of the black BMW parked against the curb. He pulls open the passenger door just in time for you to crawl inside his car, shivering slightly from the cold moisture on your skin and the damp clothes clinging to your body. 

You watch as he shuts the door, the sound of the rain becoming muffled from within the car as you watch him run around the front to sneak into the driver’s seat. You momentarily hear the rainfall become louder until you are both encased inside the vehicle. You laugh as you glance down at your attire, your sports bra is now fully visible through your white tank top, the fabric completely unforgiving as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

Jungkook equally shares a chuckle as he shyly smiles, passing his hands over his face to wipe off the raindrops that dripped down from his soaked hair. His work uniform is clearly completely drenched, the rain refusing to spare him from its brutal attack. He quickly presses the ignition button, listening as the low hum of the BMW roars to life.

“Damn it.” He groans, knowing it would take a good while to dry himself off before heading to work. You bite your lip nervously, shivering as the air conditioning begins to swirl around you, causing chills to rake through your body. Jungkook is quick to notice how cold you seem, his hand quickly switching on the heat as he starts to fiddle with the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

You blink back your surprise, watching as each button pulls apart to reveal a white tank top beneath the fabric. Jungkook pulls the shirt from his body, tossing it into the backseat as he holds his hands out towards the vents to warm up with the hot air. His complete sleeve of tattoos is exposed to you once again, causing you to pause and admire the details up close. At first, you notice an image of a clock before finding an orange lily tattooed close beside it. You keep grazing your eyes over the canvas, noticing a microphone, snake, and the words bulletproof written in blue lettering. You want to ask him about them, but you settle with holding your hands out, sighing in relief as the cold air morphs into a comforting warmth.  

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing the way your body continues to shiver despite the building heat in the car. “Here.” He leans forward, reaching across you to shift the vents in your direction. You lean back from the close contact, your heart already pounding in your chest from the reality of being inside Jungkook’s car, alone with the man that still haunts your inner thoughts.

You offer him a gentle smile as your body suddenly becomes still, relishing in the comfort of the heat as Jungkook presses a button beside your seat. “That should make you warm.” He adds as you realize he turned on the seat warmers. 

“Thank you.” You finally mutter out, finding his eyes once again as his pupils draw you in like a moth to a flame. You simply stare at each other for a moment, completely lost in each other as gravity seems to pull you closer together. It isn’t until you are mere inches away from each other that you realize it, moving your hands back to cross in front of you. 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to follow the movement of your arms. He can’t help but notice the black sports bar peeking through the now see-through fabric of your tank top, his eyes drinking in the sight of your mounds as he fights the urge to reach out and grab them. He remembers the feeling of your body against his, his mind reeling at the thought of taking you in the backseat of his car. 

He quickly snaps out of his sinful delusions, turning his attention back onto the road and focusing on getting you home. As Jungkook fastens his seatbelt, you quickly do the same, watching as he leans back into his seat before moving the gearshift out of park. 

You find yourself holding your breath as Jungkook skillfully pulls the car out into the street from its parallel parking, the engine revving as you lean back in the seat. The radio is turned down, allowing you to hear nothing but the sound of Jungkook’s breathing and the rain pounding on the windshield. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you fiddle with one of the wet strands of your hair. “Thanks for driving me home.” You speak softly, watching as Jungkook rests his tatted arm on the gearshift, the other casually gripping the steering wheel.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes remaining on the road ahead. “Better than watching you walk down the street like that.” He teases, raising his eyebrows as he flicks his gaze back onto your body. You gasp, smacking your hand across his shoulder as you use your free arm to cover your chest. 

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” You snap, rolling your eyes as Jungkook playfully chuckles at your comment. 

“Oh trust me, princess…” His tone dips deeper, his voice smooth like molasses as he grips the steering wheel tighter. “I’m trying to be.”

You feel your cheeks flush in warmth, your body suddenly becomes sweltering as you desperately search for the seat warmer. Your back and the bottom side of your thighs are now significantly more comfortable as you turn off the setting, hoping it will help cool you off. “I think I’m warm now.” Your eyes find the dial of the air conditioning, moving to lower the temperature as Jungkook does the same. 

You feel a tingle course through your limbs as your hand brushes with Jungkook’s, both of your eyes shooting in the direction of the other as a jolt of electricity reminds you of your attraction for him. You shyly pull your hand back as Jungkook rotates the dial to lower the heat. 

The drive to your complex isn’t very long as Jungkook swiftly passes the few intersections of the busy streets before pulling into the parking garage of your apartment. You watch as the automated door opens once his sensor is close enough, the roar of his BMW echoing through the structure as the sound of rain ceases from the covered canopy. 

You can’t help but let your mind dwell on Jungkook’s words. I’m trying to be. The implications of the phrase have your mind swirling with need, recalling the way he could effortlessly set your body a blaze with a single touch. You nervously chew on your bottom lip as he pulls into a parking spot close to the main lobby entrance, causing you to let out the breath you were subconsciously holding in. 

“Thanks again.” Your voice cracks as you speak, causing you to shrink in embarrassment as you refrain from smacking your palm over your forehead. “For driving me.” You add once clearing your throat. You look away from him, peering out your window as you close your eyes, scrunching your face as you cringe from your obvious nerves. 

Jungkook places the gear in park as he adjusts himself in the seat, turning his torso to face you. “You’re welcome.” His eyes become drawn to your chest, unable to fight off his desires to peer at your body, lusting over the memory of the pleasure you inflicted upon him. He bites down on his lower lip, playing with his piercing as a way to distract himself, the soft sting of the pressure causing him to bite back a groan as he imagines you nibbling on it for him. 

He suddenly remembers that you have to walk upstairs, completely soaked from the inclement weather as you face the chilling air conditioning inside. He also recalls the fact that your shirt is see-through, completely displaying your chest for the world to see. He lifts the tattooed arm over the back of your headrest, twisting his body further as he reaches for a hoodie that was tucked in the backseat. “Here.” He grabs the fabric, handing it to you as the material covers the tempting sight beneath your wet shirt. “Cover up.”

You blink as you bunch the material in front of you, glancing down to see your bra is still showing through your clothes. You blush at the realization, glancing back at Jungkook to find him struggling to keep his eyes from wandering toward your chest. You lower his hoodie, setting it in your lap as you bravely gulp back your nerves. “Why? Does it bother you?” Your voice dips into a seductive purr as you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning up on your hip to tuck one of your legs beneath your bottom to perch yourself up as you lean over the center console. 

Jungkook’s jaw practically drops as he watches you invade the space keeping him at a distance from you. You watch his breathing hitch as he sits still, allowing you to come closer as you bat your lashes in his direction. “Watch yourself, princess.” He growls, leaning his face in closer to yours as he meets your flirtatious eyes with a stern expression. 

“Or what?” You ask sternly as you continue pressing forward until your lips are nearly brushing against his. “Can’t handle me?” You tease, a cocky smile exposing itself at the corner of your lips as you notice the windows of his car fogging up from the changing air temperature inside and the humidity from outside. 

Jungkook bites back a chuckle, fighting every urge coursing through his body to pull you closer and crash his lips into yours. “Oh, I can handle a spoiled brat.” He counters, his arrogant smile making an appearance. “It’s you who can’t handle me.”

His words send you in a silent rage as you gasp in remembrance of the way he commandeered your body. He smirks triumphantly before you drop your eyes onto the belt buckle nestled at his hips, suddenly determined to prove that you can just as easily make him beg for more. You press the release mechanism of his seat belt, watching it retract as Jungkook’s confident expression falters out of curiosity. You barely allow him the time to adjust to your actions, your hands clawing at the belt of his uniform. “We’ll see about that.”

“Y/n?!” Jungkook’s eyes widen as his arms latch onto the door and center console, watching as you effortlessly pull the belt apart, making quick work to unzip his work cargos. “What the f…” Before he can get out his last word, you pull the fabric of his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free as you wrap your digits around the offending member. Jungkook lets a loud groan escape his lips as he bites down on his bottom lip, completely taken back by the sight of your pretty little hand gripping around him. 

A devilish grin exposes your teeth as you begin stroking your hand up and down his length, leaning over to capture his bottom lip between yours. You feel the click of his piercing between your teeth and you playfully nibble his bottom lip, relishing in the moan you drag from deep within his throat. He quickly brings his hands to grab the sides of your head, forcing your gaze directly on his as he watches your eyes grow wider from the twitch of his cock. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He manages to choke out between huffed breaths as he pulls you into him to drown you in his affection. You manage to continue pumping your fist, your body shivering as Jungkook groans while his mouth is still savagely devouring yours. Your vision blurs momentarily as you become intoxicated by his touch, pulling yourself away in desperate attempts to maintain your composure. 

“I thought you said you could handle me?” You tilt your head in a mocking manner, giggling softly to yourself as Jungkook drops his hands from your hair back to whatever parts of his car he can hold onto.  He looks completely desperate for more attention from you, bucking his hips forward as he imagines fucking your pussy instead of the inside of your hand. 

Your pride swells from his desperation, leading you to amp up your torment as you adjust yourself on the seat, completely leaning over the center console until your face is hovering just a few inches from his hard dick, dripping with pre-cum as it angrily awaits for your sweet treatment. Without hesitation, you latch your lips over the tip, feeling Jungkook’s head fall back against the seat with a thud as an uncharacteristic groan reverberates deep in his throat. “Fuck, Y/n.” He praises you as one of his hands rests on the back of your head. “Take my dick.”

The encouragement causes you to bob your head up and down, letting your lips glide along his shaft as you savor the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You confidently swirl your tongue on the underside of his cock as you continue taking him deep in your throat. You feel his fingers tangle within your hair as he guides your head up and down, completely overwhelmed by how willing you are to follow his guidance. “Shit…you’re fucking amazing.”

Your cheeks ache as you fight a smile, Jungkook’s length still completely sheathed within your mouth as you skillfully continue building his high. It isn’t until you begin twisting your hand gently down his length as your mouth follows close behind it that he releases his grip on your hair, his arms latching around the back of his headrest as he fights off his orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum…” He pants, completely out of breath as he grips the headrest tightly, feeling his cock twitch in stimulation as your mouth slides down once again, sucking tightly as the feeling of his tip bullies through until it collides with the back of your throat. 

Just as you feel Jungkook’s muscles tighten, you release your grip on his member, sliding him back out of your mouth with a pop as you lean back into the passenger seat. Jungkook’s eyes snap open from the sudden lack of attention, his orgasm failing to reach its peak as his dick remains needy for more of your touch. 

“What the fuck?” He complains, sitting up as he frantically finds your gaze. “Why did you stop?” 

You fight back the smug smirk from stretching over your lips, offering him a condescending smile. “Don’t you have to go to work?” You ask innocently, collecting your belongings as you move to exit his BMW. 

Jungkook quickly reaches over you, blocking you from opening the door as his eyes fill with desperation. While the clock serves as a reminder of his rapidly approaching shift, he’s also needy for release after the biggest tease of his life. You simply push past him, opening the door to crawl out before sparing him a final glare. “Looks like you can’t handle me after all.” 

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He threatens, his jaw tightening as he tucks himself back into his pants to prevent anyone from walking by and witnessing his indecency. You simply shrug your shoulders, inwardly shuddering at the thought of Jungkook taking out his frustrations on you again. 

“Have a good night, JK.” You state simply, shutting the door before making your way toward the lobby door. 

You hear Jungkook’s engine roar with urgency behind you, turning around as you watch him pull out from the parking spot, rolling his window down to send his glare directly through you as he chews on his bottom lip in an attempt to cool himself down. You feel your mouth run dry from the pure intensity of his stare knowing you’ll be safe from his revenge for the rest of the evening, at least until he returns home from his shift. 

—

The fresh scent of your citrusy household cleaner wafts around you as you finish tidying up your kitchen and living room space, finally taking the time to complete the chores you’ve been neglecting since last weekend. You smile triumphantly as every surface is dusted and disinfected, the mess of clutter neatly sorted and stored in its proper locations. You hum happily to some of your favorite songs as your Bluetooth speakers sync throughout your apartment, the music traveling from room to room as you venture around sweeping and mopping the floors. 

Your hair is still damp from your shower, your body comfortably snug in a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a tank top to keep you warm from the shivers you can’t seem to shake off since getting drenched in the rain. Since Jungkook dropped you off, you watched a movie, took your shower, and began cleaning around the apartment.

You slide across the flooring of your apartment with your socks as you sway your hips with the music, enjoying the rhythmic beats. As you seek out the storage closet in your hallway, you notice the time displayed on the digital clock on your stove, noticing that it's already close to midnight. You pull open the door of the closet, shoving the broom out of sight as you close the door with a satisfied sigh. 

The music continues playing throughout your apartment as you pluck your phone from the kitchen counter, lowering the volume to accommodate any neighbors who might be home. Thankfully, both of your direct neighbors work the night shift, leaving you with ample opportunities to enjoy your music in peace. You start singing along to the next song that shuffles through your playlist as you make your way into your bathroom. 

You place your phone down on the vanity as you reach for your toothbrush, making quick work to twist off the cap of your tube of toothpaste, squeezing a pea size amount onto the bristles. You turn on the tap, gently running the brush beneath the water before beginning to brush your teeth, still swaying your hips to the music as you glance at yourself in the mirror. 

The music suddenly stops as the screen of your phone changes, noticing that it darkens through the reflection of the mirror. You questioningly glance down to peek at your device, curious as to see what caused your music to turn off.  You choke on the mixture of your spit and toothpaste as you examine the name displayed across the LED screen. 

Asshole. 

You lean forward to spit into the sink, letting the water wash away any evidence as you hear the vibrations of your phone against the granite countertop of your vanity. You freeze, simply watching as you debate answering it. Wasn’t he currently at work? Why would he be calling you close to midnight in the middle of his shift? You bring your toothbrush back up to your lips, continuing your nightly routine as you ignore the ring, your eyes occasionally flickering back until you see his contact disappear from the screen. 

You finish cleaning off your mouth as you place your toothbrush away in its holder, tapping your phone to see if Jungkook texted you or if his call was merely a mistaken butt-dial. You’re slightly disappointed to see there aren’t any texts coming through as you turn your attention back onto the mirror in front of you. You lean forward once more, turning the faucet handle as you cup your hands beneath the flow, tossing the lukewarm water onto your face as you continue with your nighttime routine. 

As you reach across the vanity for your facial cleanser, you ignore your phone as you snap open the lid, squeezing another small amount of product onto your fingertips as you start lathering the substance between your hands. You smear the liquid onto your cheeks, moving your fingertips in slow circles as you watch your skin become white from the suds of the product. You can feel the small exfoliating beads burst against your skin, your mind settling on the reality that Jungkook most likely accidentally dialed your number. 

You cup your hands under the water once again, splashing away the cleanser as you close your eyes to prevent any product from stinging them. You blindly reach out to the side, your hand seeking the hand towel hanging on a towel rod nearby, dapping away any remaining moisture as you peer back at your reflection to see your skin freshly washed.

You toss the towel into the hamper off to the side of your bathroom before reaching for your phone, grabbing it as you turn off the light to make your way into your bedroom. As you continue shuffling your feet to the now-returned music, you unlock your phone to disconnect from your speakers. You cross your leg beneath you as you sit perched on the edge of your bed, maneuvering through your streaming app until your apartment is filled with silence. 

As you go to click off your screen, you notice a small red dot near your missed calls. You click it open to find a voicemail notification from none other than Jungkook. You blink, half expecting the name on the screen to switch only to find that there truly was a voicemail from your incredibly hot neighbor that you blew earlier in his car. 

“Shit.” You hiss under your breath, suddenly nervous as to the reason he even called, let alone leave you a voicemail. You lay back in your bed, all of the lights in your apartment now extinguished except for the small bedside lamp just inches from your pillows. You rest your head back as you hesitantly tap on his nickname, fearing what you might hear in the next few seconds. 

“Y/n…” You hear Jungkook in your ear as if he’s laying directly beside you. There’s a small pause as he realizes he’s now recording on your voicemail. “Why didn’t you…? God…damn, I wish you would’ve picked up.” He continues as a frustrated groan resonates through the earpiece of your phone, causing your body to shudder at the deep guttural sound. 

Your heart rate begins to increase as you listen to his words, his voice causing a reaction in your body instantly as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage as if it was trying to escape. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“Fuck, Y/n.” His tone is laced with irritation and need, causing you to unconsciously tuck your lip between your teeth, gently biting the flesh as you imagine him saying it with the same intensity he used earlier in the car.  “I’m on my lunch break and all I can think about is that pretty little mouth of yours.” You gasp, feeling your body ignite in the same insatiable heat you feel whenever he’s physically close to you. How could he cause your body such a reaction simply by speaking into his phone? 

“You looked so fucking hot swallowing my dick like that before you left…” He continues, his voice is low and seductive, drawing you in with every vocal infliction of his tone. You hear him groan once more into the phone as a chill pierces through your spine. “Damn, princess, you’ve got me all fucked up.”

You feel your cheek burn in embarrassment and arousal at the fact that this voicemail even exists, proof that Jeon Jungkook is still thinking about you, his sexual resolve completely destroyed by your teasing games from earlier that day. You feel empowered, your pride swelling from hearing Jungkook admit that he’s wrecked by you.

 There is a long pause on his voicemail, hearing nothing but silence for a good short while. The silence has you hanging off the cliffs of your sanity, feeling nervous and excited about what he could possibly say next. Your mind can’t help but entertain thoughts of what he must look like while he’s leaving you this voicemail. What could he possibly be doing? It isn’t until his voice finally breaks the silence that you find you’ve been holding in a breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his tone. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” Jungkook leaves you with a dark breathy chuckle before your phone finally beeps, indicating the end of his voicemail. 

You lay completely frozen as you stare up at your ceiling, completely dumbfounded by Jungkook’s vulgar comments and provocative threats. You feel your throat run dry, completely unable to speak or make a sound as you process everything that was said for what seemed like an eternity even though it was a quick voicemail. 

Your mind flashes to memories of your encounter in his car, his dick hitting against the back of your throat as you pulled delicious moans from his lips. You recall how frustrated Jungkook appeared as you left him desperate for a release. 

The temptation of replaying the voicemail overcomes you as you glance down at your phone, tapping away to begin the audio once more. His voice sends another wave of shivers down your spine, your body becoming excited from the manner in which he helplessly exposes his sexual frustrations. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” As his words repeat, you find yourself wondering what kind of treatment is awaiting you in the morning. You can feel a dull thump between your legs, moisture collecting between your legs as your arousal only fuels your sinful fantasies with your neighbor.

Typically, you’d be scolding his brazen determination, however, the thought of him taking out his lustful agitation on your body sends you reeling. You bite down harder on your bottom lip as your hand travels against your thigh, fighting your every instinct to pleasure yourself as the thoughts of your kitchen sex with Jungkook resurface. You can feel your nipples harden beneath your tanktop, the thin material doing nothing to conceal your blatant arousal at the thought of Jungkook. 

“Oh, my god.” You moan as Jungkook’s cocky grin haunts your mind, imagining him playing with that stupid lip piercing of his with the satisfaction of knowing his voicemail caused you to practically beg for his attention.  “Such an ass.” You groan as you grab your phone, closing out of your voicemail to place it on its charger. You sigh as you feel your body change knowing that no matter what you tried to convince yourself, you were secretly thrilled for the morning to come. 

—

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you find yourself back in your master bathroom, glaring at yourself in the reflective surface of the bathroom mirror. Your hair is still dry from the night before given that you only washed your body this morning. You have small hints of makeup strategically painted across your features to enhance your natural looks, something that you instinctually did after brushing your teeth.

You carefully pull your hair down from the loose bun sitting atop your head, watching as your strands cascade onto your shoulders. You smile at your reflection, thankful for the soft naturally pinky complexion of your cheeks alongside the mascara to enhance your eyes and the soft pigment across your lips. You look soft, a sight that Jungkook would surely welcome if he actually chose to follow through with his threat of coming to ruin your morning. 

Your eyes shift down to your attire, suddenly realizing that you have clothes on for comfort, not for looks. You nibble on your lip as you contemplate your choice of clothing, pulling against the waistband of your fleece pajama bottoms to check which underwear you currently have on. You glance back at your reflection, groaning as you turn to venture toward your dresser to find something more appealing. 

The black lace fabric of your favorite bra and pantie set catches your gaze as you contemplate whether or not you should change. You grab the balconette bra, holding it up as you imagine Jungkook’s reaction to your chest in such a number. The thought of Jungkook reminds you that all of this effort is going into making sure you look good for the man that has pranked you since your arrival.  “Why do I even care?” You groan, tossing the bra back into the drawer. 

Just as you go to push it to shut, you sigh as you give into your mild insecurities, snatching up the bra and the matching panties as you stomp your feet in defeat, knowing you were vastly overthinking this supposed morning visit he threatened to pay you. For all you knew, he could’ve completely moved on from the thought after a long night spent saving people’s lives. 

Despite your inner turmoil, you change into the set, covering it with a simple black t-shirt and a pair of your comfiest jean shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing your figure is completely swallowed by the material of your shirt. “Y/n, stop stressing. This is stupid.” You complain to yourself, ignoring the urge to compulsively go pick a new shirt to better flatter you. “It’s JK. Who cares what he thinks?” 

As you start walking away from the bathroom vanity, you start tugging on the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, twirling it between your fingers as you tie it into a knot that rests against your hip. “There.” You groan to yourself, completely annoyed with how invested you suddenly became in your appearance. Jungkook fucked you in your kitchen randomly and you never cared what he thought of you, why was it suddenly bothering you so much? 

You walk out into your living room, admiring the way the natural sunlight illuminated the space as you moved toward the kitchen. You instantly seek out your coffee maker, plucking a pod from the display beside it as you turn on the machine, ready for a boost of caffeine to help gain some of your energy back. 

The coffee maker slowly hums as the water becomes hot, allowing you just enough time to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet and place it beneath the spout. Your eyes shift toward the clock, noticing that it was almost ten o’ clock. Jungkook’s shift was from nine to nine, leaving you to ponder his intentions upon his return home since the hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from your complex. 

You let out a breathy laugh of disappointment, rolling your eyes as you turn your attention to the refrigerator. You might as well get your day started, feeling upset for concerning yourself so much with thoughts of Jungkook. You ponder your selections, debating what seems appealing to your tastebuds.  

A series of loud bangs resonate against your front door, causing you to jolt back in surprise as your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the startle. You feel your body stiffen as the banging becomes louder and more consistent as if someone was desperately trying to get your attention. 

The smell of coffee invades your nostrils as the coffee maker dispenses the liquid into your mug while you close the refrigerator. There is a pause in the knocking which allows you to turn the corner toward the front door. Before you can reach the lock, you hear a few more loud thumps as you suck in a breath, fully aware of who would be on the opposite end of the door. 

You hesitantly pull it open, gasping at the sight of Jungkook glaring through the wood as if he could see right through it. His eyes darken at the sight of you, his facial expression completely unamused. His arms are pressed against your door frame mimicking a predator who is ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as you take in the sight of him, his hair damp and messy as it hangs over his eyes, his large irises piercing through the strands. It’s clear that he showered after a night in the hospital.

 “About fucking time.” He hisses, wasting no time in lunging forward into your apartment, grabbing ahold of your waist as he kicks the door closed behind him. His impatience is evident in his features, his jaw tight from the tension of his sexual desires. You can hardly keep up with how quickly your senses are overcome, feeling yourself crash into the wall beside your hall tree as Jungkook’s hands crawl up your body, crashing his lips into yours. 

You moan at his taste, feeling the warmth of his tongue and the cold hard material of his piercing intermixing as your kiss becomes a mixture of tongue and cheek. You gasp for a breath as Jungkook trails his mouth along your jaw, his hands trailing up your waist as he pulls up the material of your shirt. “Take this shit off…” He huffs against your skin, his breath sending a wave of chills through your body, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation. 

You comply, lifting your arms to aid in his removal of your shirt, tossing it down beside you as his eyes fixate on the sight of your breasts nestled into your choice of bra. “Damn, Y/n. You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, your pride only growing from his praise as his mouth begins to trail down your neck. Jungkook places open-mouth kisses along your skin, dropping his head to the level of your chest, biting his bottom lip as he moves his hands up to grab them between his large fingers. 

“Why are you still dressed?” You pant, feeling drunk off of his presence as you pull his shirt from his frame, Jungkook allowing you to tug it over his head. You carelessly discard it as his muscular frame presses into you, his sleeve tattoo gloriously displayed across his arm and shoulder. “I thought you said you would ruin my morning?” You challenge, watching as Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fighting back his urge to bend you over and spank you. 

“Oh…you have no idea, princess.” He chuckles darkly, moving to place a kiss on the fleshy part of your breast that is exposed from your bra. His kiss quickly turns into a gentle graze of his teeth, sending your head back to rest against the wall behind you. “You’ll be begging me to make you cum by the time I’m done with you.” 

You feel the moisture build between your legs at his vulgar mouth, unable to respond before he drops to his knees in front of you. You blush at the realization that his face is now hovering dangerously close to your most private region, his hands grabbing at your sides as he presses your hips back into the wall. You dig your fingers into damp strands of hair atop of his head, gripping gently as his hands fiddle with the button of your jeans, gently shimming the denim down your thighs, his mouth practically salivating at the sight of your matching set. 

He tilts his chin up, a cocky grin stretched across his lips. “Seems you were waiting for me.” He tuts confidently, his fingers shamelessly gripping the edges of your lace panties, tugging them down the length of your legs. 

“Shut up.” You bark back, hating the arrogant smile on his face even though it compliments the fuck out of his demeanor. Jungkook chuckles, his breath ghosting over the junction between your thighs, causing your legs to quake momentarily. 

“Better hold on to something, princess,” Jungkook warns, leaving you momentarily confused until he surges forward and latches his mouth over the folds of your vagina, causing a pornographic moan to escape the barrier of your lips. 

You slap one of your hands over your mouth, attempting to muffle the blatant sound of your need for him as your reaction only spurs on his determination to drive you mad. “Shit…” You moan as Jungkook runs the entirety of his tongue over the length of your core, causing your legs to shake as you grab onto his shoulder helplessly. 

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, bringing his hands down to the front of your pelvis, helping spread your legs apart for better access. Your head falls back, arching your back as Jungkook greedily devours your taste, his tongue swirling against your clit and probing at your tight little hole, causing more whimpers to drip from your mouth as your body rapidly climbs in ecstasy. “Oh my god…JK…”

You run your hands against the toned frame of his shoulders, feeling the coils of your abdomen tighten as Jungkook continues his torment. Jungkook begins to suck against your clit, stimulating you until you feel the edge of your orgasm teeter closer with each stroke of his tongue. “I’m gonna cum…” You warn, completely blissed out as you tighten your grip on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his tongue slip away just as your muscles tighten in anticipation fo your sweet release. 

The cold air causes your arousal to deescalate, leaving you in a state of confusion as Jungkook stands back up, a mischievous grin exposing his satisfaction. “What the hell?” You complain, irritated that your orgasm was so suddenly interrupted. 

Jungkook licks his lips lecherously, the sinful sight of your arousal being lapped up by his tongue as if it was sweet nectar causes your mouth to hang open. “What’s the matter?” He bites back his mischievous laughter, watching you connect the dots. He’s only returning the favor of the stunt you pulled yesterday in his car, leaving you horny and unsatisfied just as you left him. 

“Fuck you.” You snarl, pushing your palms against his bare chest as he captures your wrists within his strong grip. Despite your annoyance, your tone is hardly threatening as Jungkook leans in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the flesh gently before releasing it. 

His eyes darken as he pins you with his stare, his hands still immobilizing your arms from pushing him away. “Oh, I fully intend on it.” He promises as he releases your wrist to drop his hands down to your ass. Before you can think of a response to throw his way, he lifts you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips as you leave the remnants of your clothes on the floor of your entryway. 

The journey to your bedroom becomes a blur as Jungkook latches back onto your lips, kissing you passionately as your teeth click against his piercing, snatching his bottom lip between your teeth as another moan jumps from your lips. Jungkook groans from the reaction, pressing his hips forward so that his hardened length probes against your thigh as you finally reach the bedroom. He makes quick work of dropping you onto the bed, tossing you haphazardly as his hands drop to his waist. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your eyes instantly finding the tattooed letters on his hands as you watch him yank down his sweatpants and boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You instantly suck your bottom lip between your teeth, recalling how just yesterday you had him falling to pieces as his cock was buried deep down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess. You’re such a damn tease.” He groans as he leans forward and crawls onto the bed to pin you beneath him. You suck in a breath, your body jittery with excitement as you bat your eyes innocently. 

“Am I?” You comment bravely, watching as Jungkook pauses over you, resembling a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark and unamused by your sarcastic tone. “Shut up, Y/n.” He barks as he pulls you up to snake a hand behind your back, skillfully unclasping your bra with his fingers. Your eyes widen, stunned that he was able to unhinge the undergarment without any difficulty. It turns you on, causing your mind to swirl with even more lust for the man. Why did he have to be such a vibe?

As Jungkook tosses your bra to the side to expose your breast, he grins menacingly before leaning down to latch his mouth around your pert bud. You toss your head back, letting out a moan as his warm tongue stimulates the areola, leaving you a shuddering mess beneath him as the cold metal of his piercing adds an extra level of excitement. 

You feel the burn of desire scorch through your limbs, the heat traveling as you fight back the urge to pull him into you. The wait was torture. You wanted him to fuck you and you wanted it now, but you knew he wouldn’t spare you that pleasure after leaving him high and dry. 

Jungkook smirks against your skin as he feels your body arching toward him, satisfied that he has you right where he wants you. He brings a hand up, pinching your free nipple between his index and thumb, gently massaging over you as he extracts another moan of gratification from you. 

“JK…I need more.” Your resolve to stay silent finally cracks, your hips pressing up to feel his dick pressing against your inner thigh. Jungkook simply releases your nipple with a pop, watching as it hardens from his attention and the cold air of your apartment against the moisture of his mouth. 

He moves to hover his face just over yours as he dips his hand from your nipple to between your legs, pressing the pad of his finger against your swollen clit. You bite back a groan, your hips instinctually swirling against his hand to stimulate your bud. You become increasingly enraged by the smug look on Jungkook’s face, watching as he intentionally leaves you wanting more. 

“You’re not begging yet.” His voice is low and taunting as he begins rubbing tight circles against your clit, causing your mouth to hang open in pleasure as your body becomes rapidly elevated to a state of bliss. You bite back the urge to plead for your release, knowing this was his way of getting sweet revenge. 

Jungkook notices your hesitance, shrugging his shoulders as he releases your bud, causing your high to come spiraling back down. You groan in frustration, pushing against him as he grabs ahold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head. “Come on, princess. Just admit you want me to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks maliciously, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he licks his lips. “I’ll happily oblige.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.” You snip back, knowing every part of you wants to get on your knees and beg for him to tear you apart in every way possible. 

He leans down, brushing his lips against the outer shell of your ear, causing you to shiver from the touch, “Suit yourself.” Before you can retaliate, he silences you with another soul-sucking kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting every ounce of you. You moan against him as you feel him align his hips between your thighs, his length probing the folds of your vagina as his tip lingers dangerously close to your center. 

Jungkook stops kissing you for a moment, watching your face twist in euphoria as he inserts his bulging tip into your pussy, just enough to tease your hole before pulling back out. You pant from the excruciating torture of his teasing, your hips desperately seeking for him to impale you fully. He dives back in to steal your breath with another kiss, smirking against your lips as he repeats his previous action, feeling your body chase after him. 

“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, stopping just at your shoulder as he gently bites the length of it. 

The sensation eliminates whatever determination you have to keep from begging, feeling his tip continue to fuck your entrance teasingly. “Jungkook…please.” You moan, feeling your mind and body scream for you to submit to his desires. 

“What was that?” His expression becomes more serious as if he is also fighting every urge to bury his dick deep within you. You can see the wrecked expression glimmer behind his irises as you soften your expression. 

Jungkook pauses his movements, seeing you become incredibly irresistible as your eyes softly beg for him. “I need you, JK. Please…fuck me so good.” Your voice is seductive and pleading, dangerously drawing him into you as his hips surge forward, causing you both to gasp. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans as his arms shake from the long-awaited moment he could bully his way through to your cervix. You equally let out a sinful moan, filling your apartment with the sound of your arousal for him. 

He begins to pull out, pounding you into your bed as he rapidly builds a delicious yet tortuous pace, leaving you grasping at your sheets in an attempt to keep you grounded to reality as you quickly elevate back to a euphoric state. “Oh my god…JK…Shit.” You choke out as he continues slamming into you, bruising your cervix as he fucks away all of the sexual build-up of the last twenty-four hours. 

“You take my dick so good, Y/N.” He praises you, tightening his grip on your wrists slightly as he changes the pace of his hips, taking slower, deeper thrusts up into your core. “You’re fucking perfect.” His muscles tighten as you both near your end, his arms grasping around your torso in an attempt to keep you from moving, your breast bouncing with each aggressive thrust he sends into you. 

“Make me cum…please…” You continue pleading, fully willing to admit how desperate you are as he happily impales you to the hilt. The feeling is glorious, leaving your body fully satisfied after such sweet teasing, allowing you to convulse around him as the coils in your stomach snap from your orgasm ripping through you. “Jungkook!” You yell as your vision goes white in rapture, leaving you a complete mess. 

The manner in which you call out his name has him meeting his own end, feeling the warmth of his cum shoot deep within you as his body presses into you from his exhaustion. He releases the grip on your wrists, bringing one of them up to his lips as he places gentle kisses along the inside just beneath your palm. You watch his every move, entranced by the way he carefully runs his lips against the tender skin. You sigh happily from the attention, feeling embarrassed once he opens his eyes, catching you as you watch him. 

His cheeks swell against his eyes as a goofy smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “What?” He asks curiously, admiring the way your hair sprawls against the bed, almost as if you are trying to lure him back in for more. 

“Nothing.” You hum happily, gasping softly as he pulls himself out from within you. He kisses up your torso, leaving a few kisses against your breast before seeking out your lips. You sigh happily from the sudden uncharacteristic gesture, feeling giddy that he chose to roll over and lay beside you. 

“That was fucking amazing.” He admits, blissed out as he turns his head to peer back toward you. “Best neighbor ever.” He grins, watching as you roll your eyes sarcastically. You can’t conceal the bright smile that’s radiating from your expression, your after-sex glow only causing Jungkook to admire you more. 

You blush a the realization that he’s studying you closely. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You admit, knowing that despite your prank war, being neighbors is more exciting and thrilling than annoying. 

Jungkook smiles through his eyes, his large pupil’s reflecting his sentiments towards you now that he isn’t driven mad with sexual frustration. You notice the exhaustion on his features, recalling that he just worked all night and must be tired beyond belief. You shift in your position, feeling the sticky residue from between your legs, cringing slightly as you turn to face him. “I’m going to take a shower.” You watch him for a reaction as you cautiously suggest your next statement. “Wanna grab lunch after?” 

Jungkook’s smile remains as he nods slightly, feeling the fatigue set in. “Yeah, sounds good.” You cautiously stand from your bed, glancing toward the bathroom before looking back at Jungkook, surprised to find him blatantly checking out your ass as he fights his exhaustion. You smile shyly before moving to retrieve your undergarments and clothing from the hallway before escaping into the bathroom.

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 3

Chapter 3 is finally here! I hope you guys enjoy it. I tried updating the tag list but if you are missing on it, just leave me a comment so I can add you next time. Enjoy some long awaited smut. 😈

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

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A long sigh escapes your lips as the small tone of the building keypad grants you access to the main lobby of the complex. You fiddle with your fob as you maneuver your way inside, feeling uncomfortable as you tug down the fabric of your blouse that keeps riding up on your torso. You groan in frustration as the heavy door nicks the skin on your arm while you struggle to balance your work tote, your keys, and your phone. Could this day get any worse?

You gently adjust yourself before strolling down the corridor, reminiscing on all of the things that went wrong earlier that day. Work began as it usually does, running reports and catching up on emails until your clumsy self knocked over the coffee that sat on the edge of your desk. Thankfully, none of your electronics fell victim to the spilled caffeinated beverage, unlike the crisp white blouse you had on that quickly soaked through. It was the most inconvenient start to your day given you had a meeting with your boss not long after.

Lisa came through as your personal fairy godmother, switching your soiled blouse with hers to prevent you from appearing a complete mess in front of your superiors. Unfortunately, you and Lisa weren’t exactly the same size. While her blouse fit you, it was uncomfortably snug and hugged your curves more than you would typically care for. Luckily, it all seemed to work out until you were volunteered by your boss to help the marketing team at a rally downtown, leaving you a sweating mess from the afternoon heat and the crowded streets.

You let another drawn-out sigh seep through the barrier of your lips as your feet drag against the tile floor. Your feet throb in a dull ache from wearing your heels for much more activity than you’re used to compared to sitting in your office. You make the split decision to abandon the task of wearing them upstairs. You slide your feet from the footwear as the sole of your foot meets the chilly sensation of the tile. You moan happily as the pain in your toes relaxes from no longer being constricted within your heels, quickly slipping out of the adjacent shoe as you bend down to pick them up.

The cool feeling soothes the pain as you walk toward the elevators, pressing your elbow against the call button as you balance your heels on your fingertips. As the chime echoes through the lobby, the large luxurious doors open to reveal an empty lift. You smile softly, thankful to be going home after calling various clients and spending most of your afternoon in the sweltering heat. You feel content as you walk into the elevator, not giving a care in the world that you are currently barefoot in the lobby elevator. Typically, you never choose to walk barefoot in such a public area, however, you are nearly home and you don’t really care about anyone’s opinions of you right now.

As the large doors slide close, a hand shoots in between the two structures, causing the chimes of the lift to indicate something is blocking its path. To your horror, none other than Jungkook himself is waiting on the opposite side of the elevator doors, his usual smug smirk stretching across his lips as he fiddles with the piercing between his teeth.

“Well, if it isn’t little miss princess.” His tone is far too chipper, leaving you in an internal panic as you watch him invade the once-tranquil environment of the empty elevator. Of all days to run into your stupidly handsome yet annoying neighbor, of course, it had to be the day you physically look like shit. “You look terrible.” There is a subtle look of sympathy on his lips, his body moist in sweat from what you can only assume was his recent workout at the gym.

You prop your hip out as you cross your arms, still juggling your belongings as you desperately attempt to look calm and collected. “No one asked for your opinion, jackass.” You bite back, completely unamused that you now need to endure his cocky attitude the entire ride up to the seventh floor.

Jungkook simply chuckles mischievously, squeezing by to stand directly beside you as he leans in to whisper closer to your ear. “Just cause you had a shitty day doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch.” He hums contently, moving to stand straight as his large eyes shift over the control panel, making sure the number seven is illuminated.

“Please, what do you know about my day?” You scoff, rolling your eyes in exasperation as you offer him a glare.

Jungkook’s cheeks swell against his eyes as another chuckle escapes his lips, laughing off your comment as if you were telling him some absurd statement. His smile quickly fades as he steps closer toward you, the proximity suffocating you under his stature as the doors trap you inside the small space with the bane of your existence. “I knew the moment I walked into the elevator that you aren't wearing your own clothes, you’ve been out in the heat all day, and you’re not really that upset to see me.”

Your jaw drops open as he so perfectly identifies every flaw of your day, leaving you frozen and perplexed. “…and what makes you say that?” You offer in defense, narrowing your eyes as you refuse to crack under the pressure he’s applying, feeling your cheeks heat up from his obnoxious confidence.

His eyes bore into yours as he steps close, causing you to step back until you press against the wall of the elevator. Jungkook’s pupils shift down to your chest, observing how the buttons of your blouse are gently stretched apart just enough to expose the indiscretion in sizing as he notices the way the fabric hugs your chest, deliciously outlining whatever mounds were hidden beneath. “Your shirt’s too tight.” He speaks bluntly, causing you to gasp at the audacity. He did not say your shirt was too tight. Of course, you knew it was, but how dare he call that out.

You move your hands to cover your chest as he flicks his gaze up to your cheeks, noticing the rosy pigmentation of your skin. Before you can protest, he speaks again. “You have a sunburn on your cheeks.” He states plainly, watching you squirm beneath his stare as the elevator begins to ascend.

How is he able to notice all of these minuscule details about you? Clearly, he is far more invested in you than he cares to admit. You step forward bravely, knowing he couldn’t possibly know that part of you was secretly glad to see him. While you didn’t want to admit it, the man drew you in like a moth to a flame. “And what about me not being upset to see you?” You offer sarcastically, thinking he had nothing to offer for that explanation.

His eyes darken at your question, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as the corner of his mouth pulls into a large smirk. He practically purrs at your inquiry, stepping back in victory as he turns to face the elevator doors once again. “That one was just a guess.” He admits, feeling accomplished that he was able to get you to subconsciously admit that you are indeed happy to see him.

You feel a cold wave wash over you, embarrassment crawling over your features as you smack your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “Shut up.”

Jungkook simply shrugs, “Not my fault you’re predictable.”

“You know what, smartass?” You hiss as you shove your belongings forward into his arms. Jungkook turns to face you in shock as his tattooed arm wraps around your bag and belongings, desperately trying to balance the attack of items being shoved his way. Your hands latch across the buttons of your blouse as you quickly tug at the fabric, watching as the buttons easily pull apart to reveal your bare torso. Beneath was nothing more than a nude-colored bralette covering your chest. “This shirt is too tight. Thanks for pointing that out.” You continue growling through your teeth, feeling overwhelmed in vexation as you pull the fabric off of your shoulders.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight of your upper half practically on display for his enjoyment, feeling his mouth run dry at the fact that your bralette leaves him with little to the imagination. You feel a swell of pride as he gawks at you in silence, completely stunned that you just stripped out of your shirt in the apartment elevator.

You ball up the blouse before shoving it into his hands while you retrieve your bag and belongings. “Enjoy the view.” Jungkook stands with his large doe eyes like he was caught in headlights as he holds onto your blouse, still processing the fact that your torso is nearly naked in front of him. He takes in a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed at the sight as heat rushes down to his groin. He always knew you were attractive, but this new scandalous view has him nearly foaming at the mouth.

You’re saved by the chime of the elevator as the doors open to reveal your apartment door just feet beyond the threshold. You barely glance back at him as you march out of the elevator, fiddling with your keys as you approach your door. You feel your heart thundering within your chest, your features flushing red at the reality that you just stripped in front of Jungkook without a care in the world. It was completely out of character for you, yet that man just drives you to the brink of insanity.

You hear footsteps stumbling forward out of the elevator behind you, quickly opening your door to run inside and hide away from your foolish choices. You walk in, slamming your door shut behind you as you quickly lock the mechanism to avoid any more conversations with Jungkook. What the hell was that? Why would you do something so stupid? You drop your bag on the ground as you drag your fingertips through your hair, tugging against the roots gently in frustration as you let out a groan. That’s it. If Jungkook was constantly going to one-up you, it’s time for you to get your revenge with more pranks of your own.

Outside your apartment door, Jungkook stands quietly in the hallway, processing the most recent events. He stares at your apartment door before looking down at the blouse in his hands. His mind races, feeling himself hardening at the thought of your body with even less clothing than the view you graced him with. He lets out a large sigh before moving toward his apartment, stopping to hang the blouse against your door handle before running his hand through his still-damp strands from his trip to the gym. “Damn, Y/N.” He whispers to himself, shaking his head to avoid any more immoral thoughts.

—

Another day closer to the weekend leaves you hopeful for any kind of plans with your friends to escape your apartment to socialize. While your job constantly has you answering phone calls and assisting guests, you crave an evening with your friends to catch up on the latest gossip without tending to anyone else’s needs.

You shuffle your feet across your apartment floor as you lazily make your way toward your balcony that overlooks the center courtyard of your complex. You’re holding a cup of coffee in one hand and your favorite book in the other, deciding some time outside might help you relax while soaking in some much-needed vitamin D.

Your hands gently pry open the blinds that run across the sliding glass door as you gently tug open the heavy door leading to your balcony. You have a small egg-shaped wicker chair tucked in the corner of the space with a small glass side table beside it. It’s the perfect little nook for you to relax and catch up on some reading before getting ready for your last day of work tomorrow before the long-awaited weekend. You maneuver yourself outside, shutting the door before making yourself comfortable against the cushions of the large chair.

It doesn’t take too long before your legs tuck to your chest, nestling yourself into the rounded chair as you take a sip of the hot caffeinated beverage. You place your mug onto the small table, opening your book to find the small bookmark tucked within the pages. You sigh happily as the warmth of the evening sun kisses your skin even with a calm cool breeze swirling around you to keep you comfortable.

You lean back as you brush your fingers along the crisp pages of your book, letting your eyes scan the words on the page. You grin as your mind flashes with vivid images of the story, your imagination painting the characters as you become engulfed in your reading. You occasionally break your eye contact with the page as you grab your mug, sipping away as your muscles begin to relax.

What you don’t notice is that just beyond the threshold of your balcony, Jungkook stood peering out of his apartment blinds to see you sitting innocently outside. He hasn’t seen you since your moment in the elevator, his mind recalling the luscious sight of your torso scandalously displayed for his indulgence. For the first time, you managed to get the best of him, leaving him speechless and aroused. Now that you were sitting casually outdoors enjoying your book, he figures it’s another perfect opportunity to get on your nerves.

You hear a small click noise as you peek up from the pages, glancing over to the right to see Jungkook’s balcony door suddenly slide open. You sigh with a small groan as he appears, his body decorated in an oversized black t-shirt and simple pair of shorts. Despite the excess fabric covering his frame, you can still see his muscular arms through the sleeves with his tattoos wonderfully displayed as he moves to take a seat on the small sofa he has on his balcony.

He sits down with a plop, by no means moving about the space quietly. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his unwelcomed company. His overgrown mullet is tied back into a man-bun which only draws attention to his defined jawline. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you subconsciously check him out, completely dumbfounded by how handsome he truly was when he wasn’t being an annoying ass.

His large eyes shoot up in your direction as you quickly avert your gaze back onto the page, maintaining your composure as you fight the urge to glance back at him. For once he isn’t doing anything to annoy you or prank you as he sits still looking out over the courtyard. Below, there is a group of people utilizing the community barbecue grill by the pool, the mouthwatering aromas they’re cooking wafting up toward your apartments as it causes your stomach to grumble.

You pause for a moment, contemplating your dinner choices before peering back up to see Jungkook is messing with his phone, clearly avoiding you and engaging with the device. He hasn’t spoken a word to you since he sat down, stunning you at the mere fact that you were both co-existing without going at each other. You smile at the tranquility, hoping that for once, you would be able to enjoy your time around Jungkook without the growing desire to either smack the shit out of him or kiss him until he shuts up.

Just as your mind processes the abnormally peaceful interaction, you suddenly hear music being blasted loudly from Jungkook’s phone. Your smile disappears rapidly as you glance over the top edge of your book, noticing Jungkook leaning back with his arms outstretched behind his head. You wait a moment, realizing that his phone is placed on his thigh with clearly no intention of turning it off or lowering the music. You blink before using your finger to keep your page as you shut your book, offering your neighbor a look of exasperation.

“Do you mind?” Your tone is harsher than you intend, most likely caused by the rapidly fleeting patience you have remaining.

Jungkook is resting back with his eyes closed, his head sitting comfortably on his arms as he leans in the chair while his legs are spread out sinfully. He opens one eye, glancing at you unapologetically as he brings a hand to cup around his ear. “What? I can’t hear you.” He speaks simply, talking over the music as if he didn’t really know what you said.

You slam your book down against your upper thigh, resting it in your lap as you smack your lips in annoyance. “Turn it down.” You hiss, making sure he knew it was a demand, not a request.

Jungkook simply grins mischievously as he drops his arms from behind his head, resting his elbows against his knees. “Turn it up? You got it.” A smug smirk stretches across his lips as he presses the side button on his phone, listening as the music intensifies. “Great song, huh Princess?” He adds, amusement glimmering behind his pupils.

You feel the tension return to your limbs as you ignore Jungkook, opening your book once again before attempting to ignore him, refusing to show that he is successfully getting to you once again. At first, you find it easy to muffle out the loud music, narrowing your eyes to focus on the text printed on the pages until you hear Jungkook’s voice loudly start to sing along to the tune.

His voice is surprisingly good, his tone smooth and rich as he effortlessly sings along with the song. You find yourself momentarily entranced by the sound, even though Jungkook intends to annoy you versus impress you. You ignore him, focusing on your story as he continues attempting to get some sort of reaction out of you.

It isn’t until he changes the song to a more upbeat and musically complex beat that the rhythm begins distracting you, making it increasingly more challenging to tone him out. On top of it all, he starts singing along in a playful manner, dancing and moving around to the beat as if he was completely alone out here. You desperately try to bite back making another comment about turning the music down until you hear Jungkook begin to slam his hands down onto his table to drum along to the music.

You slam your book shut as you stand up, your patience officially snapping as Jungkook insists on getting louder and louder. You have half a mind to chew him out and yell at him for being such an ass, yet you decide to simply grab your mug and head back inside.

Just as you do, Jungkook looks at you with his arms stretched out, disappointed to see you retreat back inside. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Leaving already?” He teases, hoping you turn around and give him the reaction he was looking for. It takes every ounce of you to ignore him, simply pushing open your sliding glass door before quickly disappearing inside. You make quick work of locking your door and shutting your blinds, hearing the distant hum of his music as you move away from the balcony.

You sigh, feeling once again defeated by Jungkook. You had enough of his noisy self, officially coming to the decision that if he insists on being loud, you will file a complaint in hopes that will shut him up. You move to place your mug back into the kitchen sink, wondering what you could possibly do now to enjoy your night and relax before another day of work.

You decide on taking a much-needed shower, hoping that the warmth of the water will help soothe the tension that constantly seems to plague your body. As you strip down and turn on the showerhead, you stand beneath the running water, instantly soothed by the heat. You focus on lathering your body wash and cleaning off your body, not noticing that you unconsciously began to hum the song that Jungkook played outside, swaying your hips slightly as the melody whirls through your mind.

As you rinse your hair beneath the water, you catch yourself thinking about Jungkook’s voice singing along, groaning at the fact that you were still thinking about him even though you were trying to ignore him. You sigh, shaking yourself of the song as you try to focus on anything other than Jeon Jungkook.

—

The roar of Jungkook’s BMW echoes throughout the parking garage as he leans back in the driver's seat, ready to take on another evening shift at work. He glances down a few parking spots until his pupils settle on your Jeep, skillfully parked backward for an easy pullout. The sight of your SUV has his mind reeling, thoughts of your body and smile plaguing his mind as he turns his attention back onto his gearshift.

Since your arrival, Jungkook has only been able to admire your physique while dealing with your bratty tendencies. The nickname princess so easily fit someone who was quick to jump to conclusions and seemed to act like she was better than everyone else. Now, you both purposefully tried to get on each other's nerves, Jungkook taking immense pleasure in watching you scramble before him each time he successfully gets to you.

He shakes you from his thoughts as his large fingers twist the dial of his sound system, his playlist blasting through the speakers as he cautiously pulls out from his parking spot. He passes your car slowly, checking every detail of your Jeep as if expecting to see you tucked inside of it, grinning as he finally speeds off towards the exit of the multi-leveled parking unit.

His music serves as a great distraction from the moderately lengthy drive, sitting back as his tattooed arm is stretched out to grip his steering wheel. Jungkook begins to hum along to the music sounding from his speakers as the sound of a car horn blares in two short bursts. His large doe eyes quickly latch onto his rearview mirror, studying his surroundings. He notices the car behind him is at a reasonable distance from his bumper. There is no logical reason why someone would honk at him of all people.

As the song shifts to something more upbeat, he moves his hand to turn up the volume, focusing his eyes once again on the road ahead. It isn’t until he pulls onto the interstate that more drivers sound their horns, leaving Jungkook utterly confused. He returns his attention to his mirrors, seeing cars on either side of him cruising around the same speed as him. They shouldn’t be honking at him, especially given the fact that he was already going over the speed limit.

Jungkook drives over toward the rightmost lane, letting off on the acceleration of the BMW as he gently starts following the car in front of him. A few cars pass blaring their horns, causing his features to scrunch in confusion. “What the hell?” He grumbles under his breath, annoyed by their persistence. “Impatient asswipes.” He groans, moving back into the center lane as he continues on his drive.

The remainder of the journey to work has a couple more cars honking which only stirs Jungkook’s growing irritation. He sighs in relief as he pulls into his place of work, admiring the way the colorful rays of the sunset seem to paint the sky behind the large buildings.

The hum of his BMW stills as he pulls into the parking garage, quickly searching out the location of his designated parking spot. It doesn’t take him long to park and turn off his ignition, letting out a loud huff of frustration after the impatience he experienced while on his drive. “Is it a fucking full moon tonight?” He scoffs to himself as he pulls open his door.

What Jungkook doesn’t notice is that one of his coworkers is also pulling in, rolling his window down to greet him. “Sup, Jeon.” The man offers with a friendly smile on his face. Jungkook is quick to realize that it is his teammate, Han, who often shared the same hours as he did.

Jungkook nods in his direction to acknowledge him before seeing Han’s eyes widen at the sight of his car. Han slows down until his car is stopped directly behind Jungkook’s, unable to hold back his laughter. “Damn, Jeon.” Han hollers, chuckling in wild amusement as he observes the back of his BMW. “Someone did you dirty.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows instantly pinch together as he tosses his work bag over one shoulder. “What the hell are you talking about?” Jungkook takes a few steps toward Han’s car as he pushes the driver’s side door shut. Han gestures toward the back of Jungkook’s vehicle, pointing a finger down toward his rear bumper. Jungkook quickly makes his way around the car, his eyes noticing a white bumper sticker slapped across the back with the words, I have a small dick, honk for me displayed in bold print.

Jungkook’s face goes pale at the connection between all of the impatient drivers honking at him and the bumper sticker proudly displayed on the back of his car. Han continues to gasp between breaths as he keeps laughing, watching Jungkook’s features morph into pure vexation. “That fucking bitch.” He snarls, hissing between his teeth as Han waves him off to continue toward his parking spot. Jungkook quickly walks over to his car, peeling off the offending piece of vinyl before angrily crumpling it up between his fingertips.

His large eyes scan his surroundings, locating a trash bin tucked toward the stairwell of the parking garage. He takes powerful strides until he’s standing just beside it, throwing the sticker away as his body fumes with wrath and embarrassment. How long has that sticker been on his car? This is why all of those drivers honked at him on the way to work. Who knows how many people noticed it?

“Oh, you’re asking for it, Y/n.” He hisses as he turns back, pressing his key fob as the tail lights of his BMW flash to indicate they are now successfully locked. He rolls his eyes as his fingers claw around the strap of his bag, pressing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he avoids the bubbling anger threatening to boil over.

—

Jungkook’s drive home from his overnight shift allowed the reminders of your recent prank to fester in his heart as he tightly grips his steering wheel. He knew he’d need to come up with something else to get you back, ready to move past the simple harmless pranks into something far more embarrassing for you. He let out a large sigh as his BMW pulls into the parking garage of your complex, his large doe eyes instantly finding your jeep parked right where you left it.

“I swear, Y/n. You better watch out.” He groans as a mischievous smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. He notices an empty spot beside you, utilizing the space to purposefully pull in.

Jungkook maneuvers the gear shift into park as he let his head fall back against his seat. His mind wanders between thoughts of you and his frustration, knowing a trip to the gym would most likely take off some of the edge. He shuts off the ignition, opening the door as he drags himself from the driver's seat, sighing as exhaustion sets in.

He tries to focus on anything other than thoughts of you, walking quickly to get inside and get a shower. He taps his fob against the sensor, entering the building as he heads for the mailroom with his work bag draped over his shoulder. He follows the lavish corridor until he reaches the mailroom, moving swiftly to retrieve the mail from his box. He finds the small silver key that is looped around his carabiner hook, turning it to unlock the metal box as he pulls out a few pieces of mail.

He quickly sifts through it, passing multiple pieces of advertisement before stumbling across a white envelope with the apartment complex’s logo printed on the top left corner. He pauses on the parcel, examining it closely before tucking the rest of his mail underneath his arm so that he can open the mysterious envelope. Why would he have a letter from the complex? He wasn’t up to renew anytime soon.

Jungkook wiggles his index finger into the corner of the envelope, pulling up as the frail paper tears at the seam to allow him access to the letter inside. He swiftly pulls out a folded piece of printer paper, unfolding it to see his name and address listed at the top along with a few paragraphs. His eyes narrow as he skims the text, his muscles becoming tense as he reads the words.

Noise complaint

Jungkook rereads the two words as he skims the remainder of the letter, stunned to find the written warning that came along with it. He instantly thinks of you, feeling his anger return as it continues to grow into an insatiable fury. He crumples the paper within his grasp, balling his fingers into a fist as he punches it across his mailbox. “That’s it!” His voice threatens to resonate as a yell as he slams the mailbox door shut, twisting his key to lock the compartment.

He practically storms out of the mailroom, deciding to take the stairs up to the seventh floor to blow off some steam. While he originally planned to go to the gym to work off some anger, he instead fully intends on giving you a piece of his mind.

—

The weekend has finally commenced as you sit back into the egg-shaped chair that decorates your balcony, sipping on a glass of wine as you casually scroll through your phone. You let out a content breath as you sink into the oddly shaped cushions beneath you, your eyes scanning every word on your phone’s display screen. It’s the first real opportunity you have this week to catch up on your social media posts, seeing all of the new occurrences in the lives of the people you know.

You bring your glass to your lips as you scroll through a post of memes, giggling softly to yourself as the sweet burn of your wine slides down your throat. You smile as your finger swipes up to the next post, seeing one of Roxanne’s pictures of her weekend rendezvous with the clubs downtown. You roll your eyes as you study her promiscuous attire and the man draped around her waist.

The tip of your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth as you shake your head, a small part of you wishing you were out enjoying yourself while the other relishes the much needed relaxation.

You slowly bring the glass of wine back to your lips to indulge in another taste as you hear the sound of a sliding glass door being forcefully pushed open resonating from the neighboring balcony. The sound is abrupt as the glass panels rustle against the tracks, causing you to bring your phone down as you lean forward to peek over toward Jungkook’s balcony.

To your surprise, you find Jungkook stomping his way out onto his balcony with a clear look of irritation plastered across his features. His jaw is tight as he clenches his teeth together, his hand grips around a piece of crumpled paper as he waves it about passionately.

Jungkook’s long hair is damp with moisture, evidence of the fact that he must have recently come out of the shower. He has a plain white t-shirt concealing his muscular frame beneath the loose fabric and a pair of sweatpants hanging from his hips. While part of you capitalizes on the opportunity to check him out, you also realize just how outraged he appears, feeling a shiver course down your spine as he approaches the railings between his balcony and yours.

“Care to explain this shit?” Jungkook hisses, tossing the piece of paper from his hands as the wind carries it to your balcony. You blink in surprise, stretching your arm out to place your wine glass on the small table while you stand from your position. You quickly catch the parchment before it is blown from your terrace, tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jean shorts as you unfold it to study the text.

You quickly realize that the piece of paper is a warning from your apartment complex in regard to the noise complaint your filed about Jungkook’s consistent disregard for his neighbors. You peer up at him, surprised to see him so angry about something that was well warranted. “You’re loud as shit.” You bark back, crossing your arms as you challenge his stare. His hands are gripping the railing as he leaned into his stance, staring at you as if an animal stalking its prey. “Someone had to put you in your place.” You offer with a sarcastic smile.

The way Jungkook’s eyes flash with vexation causes your stance to falter, realizing that you have never seen this type of intensity from him since you moved here. This was the first time that you successfully pissed him off.

“I’ve lived here for three years without one mark on my record.” He continues, a clear growl present in his tone as he threateningly leans into the rail to get closer to you. “I didn’t realize you were such a sensitive little bitch, Karen.” Jungkook barks with clear mockery in his tone, sending you into your own blind rage. Who the hell did he think he is? Your jaw drops open from his accusation. He was the one that insisted on being a noisy neighbor. It wasn’t your fault that you finally stood up for yourself since he refused to listen to you the numerous times you complained about the noise. Now he was calling you a Karen? Absolutely not.

“I don’t have to listen to this.” You spit back, turning to pull open your patio door as you move to retrieve your wine glass from the table.

Jungkook’s eyebrows pinch together as he watches you deliberately choose to avoid his confrontation, determined to continue giving you a piece of his mind. “I’m not done.” He growls, pushing up on his hands as his legs bend up to place his foot on top of the rail. He smoothly pulls himself up so that he’s crawling over the gap between the two platforms, causing you to gasp in shock as he animalistically makes his way onto your rented property.

“Jungkook, what the hell?” You complain, watching as he successfully makes his way onto your balcony, forcing you to listen to him. You don’t give him an opportunity to speak as you rush inside, Jungkook holding out his arms to block you from shutting the glass panel door.

You let out a frustrated groan as you turn to start walking through your living room, tilting your head back as you down the remainder of your wine. The sting of the alcohol burns your throat as you accommodate the large intake, your face squinting together as you gulp it back. Jungkook takes your momentary defeat as his invitation to follow you inside, annoyed that yet again you’re walking away from him.

“Anyone could’ve filed that complaint.” You offer, hoping to de-escalate the situation as you continue to make your way toward your kitchen. “So stop being a baby and deal with it.”

Jungkook huffs in amusement as he stalks behind you, finding your words comical. “Oh please.” He laughs, his eyes following you with laser focus. “You can’t even handle pranks without whining like a spoiled brat.”

Once you’re in the archway leading from the living room hallway into the kitchen, you stop in your tracks, turning around to glare directly at Jungkook, completely unfazed that he continues to step closer until you’re practically hovering inches from each other’s faces.

“Shut up.” You argue back, feeling the tension between the pair of you grow. You blink from the close proximity, forgetting that your neighbor invited himself into your apartment just to continue degrading your character. You refuse to back down, knowing the minute you pull away from him, he would take it as a victory.

Jungkook simply looks you up and down as the corners of his mouth stretch into a malicious grin. He leans forward so that his breath ghosts against your cheek, towering over you to force you into submission. “Bet that’s why your ex dumped you huh, princess?” He teases, his venomous intension stings as your heart lurches with memories of your past relationship. You recall your friends mentioning your ex during what was supposed to be your girl’s night. Jungkook must have picked up on your reluctance to comment much about it, spurring on this sudden rude attack. “Too much of a prissy brat?”

“How dare you!” Your patience has worn out as you press your palms into his chest, pushing him back as you take out your frustration on his toned frame. “You don’t know anything about me.” You continue on, feeling your body tremble from the wrath coursing through your veins. “You’re nothing but a narcissistic deadbeat.”

Jungkook reaches his boiling point as your insult bruises his pride. You have no idea how much he does for others not only in his personal life, but at his job. He constantly puts others before himself and works long hours to do so. When he’s free from work, he spends his time at the gym and with his close friends keeping busy. You don’t know shit about him yet here you are, accusing him of false accusations just as he is with you.

The toxic exchange leaves you both glaring at each other as you become a pit of anger and sexual tension. You desperately hold your ground, refusing to budge an inch as Jungkook takes another threatening step toward you, his nostrils flaring from his irritation. “Shut your damn mouth before I put you in your place.”

You narrow your eyes as you watch his irises darken, feeling another chill shoot up your spine as you step closer, your chest pressing against him as you practically hiss in his face. “Make me.”

Before you can even wrap your mind around the situation, you feel a large hand spread across the span of your back as Jungkook pulls you into him, crashing his lips against yours. You gasp as your senses are overwhelmed with a hint of mint as Jungkook’s tongue bullies through the seam of your lips, invading your mouth as he greedily steals a taste of you. Your palms quickly press against his chest from his assault, your mind rapidly plummeting into oblivion as you relish in his warmth.

While his actions take you by surprise, you equally remember that this is Jeon Jungkook kissing you, your annoying neighbor. You push against his chest, twisting your head to the side as you try to escape his kiss. “What the fuck?” You hopelessly try to catch your breath as you turn to move into your kitchen, walking to the refrigerator to get yourself a bottle of water to help quench the building heat that’s simmering through your body.

You fight the part of you that didn’t want the moment to end, helplessly craving to let Jungkook ravage you and give into the sexual tension you felt since the moment you met him. Unfortunately, your anger is still spilling over, causing you to scoff at his actions. “You know what, you…” you try to retaliate as you pull open the refrigerator door, watching as Jungkook’s hand prevents you from opening it as he pushes against it.

“I said, shut your damn mouth, Y/N.” His guttural voice causes you to submit as his hands latch against your hips, twisting your frame around to trap you between himself and the appliance. You shut your eyes for a moment as he presses your back into the refrigerator, leaning in to steal another soul-sucking kiss.

The moment his lips meet yours once again, you feel your body submit to your desires, wrapping your arms around his neck as you return the same intensity, your bodies becoming a blur of tongue and cheek. Jungkook’s large hands travel up and down your sides as he continues pushing you back, your bodies clinging to each other as your limbs tussle the collection of refrigerator magnets you’ve acquired over the years, knocking a few off onto the ground.

Part of you longs to break apart from Jungkook to give him a piece of your mind, however, his kiss poisons you as you fall for the idea of letting him ravage you. You know you’re attracted to him, yet you never thought the sentiments were shared as you both claw and paw at each other’s clothes as your mind swirls into oblivion. The cold sensation of his lip piercing is a pleasant juxtaposition to the warmth of his lips.

You push back on his chest, breaking apart from your heated makeout as you gasp for air, feeling lightheaded. Jungkook equally pants for breath as he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes baring into you as if he’s hunting you down for the taking. Your body ignites with need, a dull pulsing between your legs exposes your arousal.

“Got any honks today?” Your voice is breathy as you attempt to throw in one more blow to his pride, watching his stare darken and intensify as the memory floods back. Jungkook scoffs, sliding a hand up from your waist until he’s gripping your chin between his strong fingers, moving your head up to stare directly into his pupils.

“It’s anything but small, princess.” He growls softly, leaning forward to grab ahold of your bottom lip between his teeth as he gently gnaws against your flesh. He presses his hips forward, the fabric of his sweatpants doing little to shield your thigh from the probing of his hard length.

You gasp, feeling your throat run dry as your body swelters in need. You gulp back your arousal, forcing your eyes shut as you try to avoid the handsome man manipulating you as if you are a marionette, pulling your strings as your body reacts for him instinctually. “I’m not impressed.” You lie, knowing your comment will only spur him on more as you persist in attempting to annoy him further.

Jungkook grinds his hips forward, causing you to shudder beneath his ministrations as the friction causes your imagination to sinfully picture what he’d feel like inside of you. He drops his hands to your ass, grabbing at the plump flesh as he lifts you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. He takes a few steps toward the counter adjacent to the refrigerator, plopping you down on top with complete disregard for the small appliance being shoved back toward the backsplash.

“Stop being a brat and come here.” He hisses as he tugs your hips forward to tetter your bottom on the edge of the counter. His fingers dig beneath the waistband of your jeans as his fingers make quick work to unfasten the button and zipper, shimming the fabric down alongside your neutral-toned underwear. You willingly allow him access as your hands work to pull the oversized white t-shirt over his head, tossing the material to the side haphazardly as your fingers paw at his toned abdomen.

Jungkook slides his hands back up your torso before he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers to expose his strained dick, erect and angry for attention. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, realizing that you were completely false in your assumptions. It was far from small and your mind craved to feel him slide inside of you. It was a good thing that you were on birth control because the moment your surprise is exposed to Jungkook, he presses forward to wrap a hand behind your head, pulling your lips back to his as he savagely kisses you.

He pulls back just enough to stare at you once more as he aligns the tip of his cock to the center of your dripping vagina, his pride swelling at the manner in which your body is ready to accept him. “Now say sorry before I make you scream.” He threatens, your stubbornness causing you to bite your tongue in refusal.

“As if you could.” You bark back, completely stunned when Jungkook pulls your hips forward to impale you on his cock. You let out a small whine, tossing your head back against the cupboards as Jungkook thrusts his dick into your needy pussy. You fight back the moan that threatens to escape the barrier of your lips as you cling to his toned shoulders, your eyes drinking in the sight of his chiseled waist hammering forward as he pumps his dick in and out.

“Ah, fuck!” You finally moan, unable to keep quiet as each thrust sends a pleasurable shudder through your body as he fucks deeper into you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

Jungkook’s eyes roll back at the sensation of your walls sliding against his member, leaving him huffing as your pussy strangles him for all his worth. “You’re so fucking tight.” He groans as he dips his head forward to feather kisses down the length of your jaw to your neck. He meticulously suckles at your skin, hoping to leave his love bite painted across your skin as his fingers grip your sides, threatening to leave bruises.

You can’t help but moan each time his length assaults your center as your legs tighten around his waist to help guide him deeper into you.

Your fingers claw at his back as the cabinet door rustles behind you from the impact of your body getting jolted into it, desperately reaching out toward the refrigerator to help steady you against the edge of the counter.

Jungkook swiftly moves his hands up your waist till he finds your breast, slipping his hands beneath the cups of your bra and squeezing the flesh within his hands. “Damn, Y/N.” He groans once more, feeling overwhelmed by the memory of you stripping in the elevator just to prove a point to him. Since that day, he’s imagined what your body looks like naked, and he fully intends on utilizing the opportunity.

He grips the fabric of your shirt, tugging at the seams as it splits down the center to reveal the bra you have perking up your breasts for ample viewing. You gasp at the tearing of your shirt, thankful to have worn something plain and unsentimental as Jungkook savagely rips through. He wastes no time finding the clasp of your bra, skillfully unfastening it with one hand while the other helps keep you steady on the counter.

As your bra falls away from your chest, you watch Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight of your hardened nipples. He runs his tongue against his bottom lip before leaning his head forward to capture one of your nipples within his mouth. You sigh as the chilled texture of his lip piercing grazes the pert bud, your mouth hanging open as he swirls his tongue around it and continues fucking himself into you.

You feel your core tighten around his cock as he continues stimulating every sensitive part of your body, moving a hand up to your free nipple to pinch it gently between his thumb and pointer finger. As if you couldn’t handle any more stimulation, Jungkook’s free hand slides down to your sensitive clit, rubbing quick circles as he coaxes you to meet your undoing.

Your orgasm hits you like waves crashing against the shore, your body shuddering in ecstasy as you scream out his praise. Jungkook releases his grip on your nipple to hold your body from sliding off the counter. He pops his mouth off of your sweet bud, slowing the motions of his hips and fingers as he pries your legs off from around his waist.

Your legs fall limply to the ground as Jungkook’s strong grip rotates you to press your stomach into the counter, refusing to let this be the end of his treatment. “I can’t make you scream, my ass.” He groans as he pushes his dick back inside of you, your hands clawing at the counter space as you’re jostled forward.

The friction of him fucking back into you causes you to moan from the overstimulation, feeling completely full as he pounds against your cervix. You feel a sudden sharp sting across your backside causing you to yelp in surprise. Jungkook groans happily at the sight of your ass jiggling against his slap, causing him to quicken the pace of his hips. You arch your back as you toss your head back, stunned to find your body building itself back up.

Jungkook slides a hand up your spine before digging his fingers into your hair, grabbing a handful close to the root as he gently pulls back. You moan at his ministrations, feeling yourself come undone again as Jungkook has his way with you in the middle of your kitchen.

“Fuck, Y/n. I’m gonna cum.” He groans, feeling the pressure build at his tip as he shoots hot ropes of his cum into your welcoming pussy. Your vision goes white in rapture as you climax a second time, your body going limp against the counter as you feel his seed spill down your thigh. “Don’t move, princess.” Jungkook coos as he quickly retrieves some paper towels from the holder beside you, cleaning himself off before offering you one.

While you clean up, Jungkook pulls his clothing back on as your kitchen is filled with an awkward deafening silence. The animosity that once radiated from the pair of you simmers as you cope with the reality that you both just banged inside your apartment. You collect yourself as you get dressed, noticing that Jungkook is carefully watching you as if he’s still admiring your body before you conceal it beneath your clothing.

“I…I should get going.” He finally speaks, motioning toward the balcony as he starts to walk back down the hallway toward your living room.

You button your jeans as you follow behind him, “Yeah, good idea.” You respond weakly, tired, and blissed out from your two orgasms. Jungkook offers you a gentle look before he pulls open the balcony door, wasting no time to skillfully climb over the railings back to his apartment. You watch in amazement, your mind observing the way his muscles flex with each move, recalling how it felt when he was fucking you silly.

You both offer each other a final awkward stare before disappearing into your respective apartments. You pull your door shut, swiftly closing the blinds alongside it to hide from view as you let out the breath you must have been holding in. “Shit.” You sigh as you press your back into the section of the wall directly beside your patio door, wrapping your brain around the events that just unfolded.

[moonfaery]

Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 2

I am so thankful for all the love that has been shown so far toward "Clash". I was so excited to write the second chapter for you all and I hope you enjoy it just as much. Stay tuned for more banter, more arguments, and some smut! Let me know what you think so far.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

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The shock of your most recent revelation still has your jaw hung open in disbelief as Jungkook stares at you with irritation stretching over his facial features. His large doe eyes reveal the truth behind his emotions, clearly unsettled by the fact that you happen to be his new neighbor. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He knew from your interactions on the elevator that you lived on the same floor as he did, but he never assumed you live directly beside him. 

He groans, running a hand through the mess of hair atop his head. The curls of his overgrown mullet are saturated with sweat, clearly, an indication of whatever activity he was doing that elicited the moans and groans you heard from the opposite end of your bedroom wall. “Of course, I’d get stuck with you.” 

Jungkook knew he had a new neighbor after seeing the numerous boxes in the corridor the day you moved in. There wasn’t much interaction with each other before this point given you remained quiet about the ruckus he caused day in and day out. He was curious to know who inhabited the space directly beside him, however, he now knew the one person that annoyed him in the entire complex was the one connected to his bedroom wall. 

His comment sends you into a frenzy as you slam your palms against the frame of his door, making your dominance known as you roll your eyes in exasperation. “You? Stuck with me?” You laugh sarcastically, taking offense to his insult as you recall the numerous times you weren’t able to fall asleep because of the fucked up hours he seems to be awake. “Please, I’m the one who has to listen to your shit playlist every hour of the fucking night.” 

Jungkook presses his teeth together as his jaw tightens, leaning his arms back against the door frame to challenge your dominant stance. Before he can get a word out, you take a step forward, barricading yourself in front of his doorway without an ounce of shame. “Not to mention, I have to listen to you banging.” You gesture toward him in annoyance, motioning up and down to the disheveled appearance of your next-door neighbor.

Jungkook’s expression morphs into one of confusion, not recalling having anyone over since you moved in. “What the hell are you talking about?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth, rolling his eyes at your insanity. 

You purse your lips together, popping out your hip at his audacity. Clearly, he was well aware of the loud groans echoing from his apartment. “The walls are thin, you know.” You add with a glare as you press forward. 

Jungkook takes a moment to think back on his evening, remembering that before his crazy new neighbor came pounding on his front door, he was trying to get in a late-night workout. He was doing drills on his speed bag, boxing away until he managed to get his heart rate up before adding some burpees to the routine. He knew the activities were strenuous, however, he never imagined making so much noise. His mind connects your accusations as his eyes widen at the thought, a smile of pure amusement cracks over his features as he lets out a breathy chuckle. “What exactly do you think I was doing?” 

You go to answer his question before you catch yourself, refusing to answer as your cheeks flush a bright shade of crimson. You replay the immoral thoughts that flashed through your mind when hearing Jungkook groan through your wall. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t imagine what was occurring in the opposite apartment, but now that you knew your neighbor was Jungkook, the thoughts seem more scandalous. Even Roxanne heard the sinful sounds through your telephone. Surely Jungkook knew that?

Before you can say anything, he lets out a playful laugh, crossing his arms in front of his bare torso. His tattooed arm is draped above the other, allowing you to study each design of the sleeve carefully as he continues his infectious laughter. “I was working out, princess. No need to blush.”

You blink as you process his words, feeling relief to know there was no banging on the other side of your wall. Your eyes travel back to the waistband of the basketball shorts hanging from his hips, feeling slightly dizzy at the thought of his abdominal muscles flexing as he works out. You can still see clear evidence of his labor on his torso, his skin glistening with sweat beneath the lighting of the hallway.  

“Oh my God.” You slap your palm against your forehead, the embarrassment of your false accusation causing you to shrink from your once self-assured stance. You realize that you’ve been drinking in the sight of his wonderfully toned body, hovering your eyes over his waist as you quickly glance back up to find his stare. “I’m sorry, I thought…” 

“You thought I was having sex?” He interrupts, his tone unable to conceal the enjoyment in his voice as he leans into the door frame. He offers you a cocky grin as another chuckle escapes his lips, realizing that you’ve been checking him out since he opened the door. “Bet it sparked your imagination.” 

You’re hit with a cold wave to calm the smothering heat that’s festering between your legs, infuriated with yourself for even being affected by this man’s physique. “You’re such a pig.” You snap back, attempting to focus on all of the reasons you despise your neighbor to help distract from his body. 

“If that’s what you wanna think, princess.” You wish you could slap the smug look from his face, groaning and rolling your eyes as you turn to walk away. 

Jungkook takes the opportunity to glance over your figure, admiring the band tee that drapes loosely over your frame. His eyes drop to your ass as you turn to storm off, biting the piercing on his bottom lip as he gently nibbles against it. If only you didn’t drive him mad. “Enjoy your tampons and chocolate!” He calls out after you, a little too loud for your liking as you quickly turn your body back to face him with every intention to shut him up. 

“Just keep it down.” You hiss, wanting to simply go back inside and curl into your bed to hide from the world. It was bad enough that you are on your period, but now you have to deal with Jungkook and the embarrassment of it all. You flick your gaze over his body once more before narrowing your eyes, pretending the sight of him disgusts you. “…and put on a shirt.” You scrunch your nose in distaste as you watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, the irritation between the pair of you evident as you stomp back into your apartment. 

You refuse to look back until you slam your door shut, leaning your back against your door as your body trembles with agitation. “Little shit.” You grumble, hating the fact that he manages to bother you so much each time you come across him. You let your anger escape with an exhale as you shuffle your feet across the floor to your bedroom. 

As you lay in bed to cuddle back with your heating pack, you hear the music stop from the other side of the wall. You sit up, completely in shock that he actually listened to you and turned down his music. You grin triumphantly as you lay against your pillow, your eyes glancing back over to your television to catch up on the latest episode displayed before you. Maybe going over there was the best thing for you to do. 

Just as you start getting back into your sitcom, loud thumping resumes through your bedroom wall, even louder than it originally was before. You groan, rolling over to yank your pillow over your head to smother the sound from invading your eardrums. As if Jungkook was purposefully trying to spite you, the persistent noise fluctuates as the loud vibrations become distant hums. You relax your body, giving up on the evening as you close your eyes and focus on anything else. 

— 

The chime of the elevator was swiftly followed by the large doors sliding open to reveal the familiar pattern of the carpeted corridor leading to your apartment. Luckily, you live beside one of the four corners, meaning the elevators were conveniently located just beyond the threshold of your front door. 

You balance a few bags in your hands as you step out into the brightly lit hallway, walking with haste to your apartment door as you juggle some fresh sushi and a couple of your favorite bottles of wine in a temperature-controlled reusable bag. For the first time since you’ve moved in, you are excited about an evening in, especially since your two best friends are coming to spare you from Jungkook’s insistent annoyance. 

As you approach the entryway of your unit, you glance into the corner space of the hallway, your eyes are met with a large wall. Your eyes flicker down to the minimalist doormat of Jungkook’s apartment, his gym bag haphazardly tossed into the corner beside his door. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes once again at the notion that he assumed the corridor was his personal form of storage. 

“Pig”, you grunt under your breath as you pause in front of your door, satisfied with the sight of the wreath hung on your door to add an extra pop of decor to your space. You lean forward to place the bag of wine onto your doormat, allowing you the opportunity to retrieve your keys from your back pocket. You hear the gentle rustle of metal as you locate the correct one, aiming for the lock mechanism as you quickly unlock the door. 

Just as your wrist rotates, you reach for the handle with the opposite hand to help pry open the large structure. You pause as your palm is met with a slimy texture, causing your features to scrunch in disgust as you quickly pull your hand away from the handle. “What the fuck?” You display your hand open in front of you, noticing the faint glimmer of oil across your skin. You hesitate, lifting your hand to your nose to sniff the odd substance, relieved to find it was the familiar scent of avocado oil. 

“What are you? A fucking child?” You practically growl through your teeth, your jaw locking with tension as you wipe the sensation from your skin as you brush your hand against your hip. It’s no question how the oil got onto your door handle, your eyes accusingly shifting toward Jungkook’s apartment. You’ll be damned if you let his childlike pranks ruin the start of your day. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath, bending forward to pick up your groceries with every intention of escaping inside so you could avoid the possibility of running into him. As your bag lifts from the floor, you suddenly notice your welcome mat has been tampered with, the wording now upside down. You let a groan fester deep in your soul, tossing your head back in exasperation. Frankly, it was such a small annoyance, yet knowing it came from Jungkook seems to irk you more than it ever would otherwise. 

You dig your toe into the corner of the mat, kicking the material until it’s facing the correct direction before walking in and shutting your door behind you. You sigh as you shuffle toward the kitchen, placing your bag on the counter. You sigh as you recall the oil from your door handle, moving toward the sink to wash away the remnants from your skin. You take a pump of soap, working the lather of the substance between your palms as your elbow pushes open the tap.  

The reality of the situation is that Jungkook went out of his way to sabotage your door and fiddle with your doormat with the intention of pissing you off. Unfortunately, it was working, your body simmering with agitation at the thought of such petty actions. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you both discovered that you are neighbors, and he’s already doing shit like this? This was going to be a long-year lease if this keeps up. 

You groan once again before rinsing the soap from your hands, shutting off the tap to grab the tea towel that was hanging from the handle of your stove. You dry your hands before moving back to your groceries, unzipping the top, and starting to pull out the contents.  You pluck the bottles of wine from the bag first, setting them against the island, knowing you couldn’t wait to indulge in them later that evening. 

Switching your attention to the various assortments of sushi tucked at the bottom of the bag, you gently pull them from their security, setting them on the counter as you lean your hands into the corner of the kitchen island. You glance down at the rolls, noticing a few pieces of nigiri with fresh slabs of cut salmon decorating the top. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, gnawing the flesh softly as you ponder intrusive thoughts of revenge as you vividly picture Jungkook’s gym bag in the corridor outside. 

The corner of your mouth pulls into a sinister grin at the reality of his belongings helplessly sitting outside, tempting you to tamper back. “I can’t.” You whisper to yourself, knowing that if you fell to his level, you’d surely declare war. Hasn’t it already begun anyway? You continue chewing on your bottom lip before succumbing to your petty urges, quickly lifting the top off of the delicacy to peel a piece of sliced salmon from one of the mounds of rice. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You say to yourself as you dangle the raw fish in front of you, expecting it would only take an hour or so before it warmed up and started to stink. You quickly shuffle your feet toward your front door, peeking out of the peephole to see if anyone is out in the corridor. If you are going to do this, you are going to have to be quick. 

You pause as you reach for the handle, questioning if you should really be placing a piece of raw fish in his gym bag just to get back at him. Weren’t you taking it a step too far? Your mind quickly scans through all of the interactions you’ve shared with Jungkook since your arrival and you finally settle on the memory of being hit with a ball at the pool. Could you be a better person and ignore his childish pestering? Absolutely. Did you want to? Hell no. If he was taking shots, you were equally as prepared to serve him a taste of his own medicine. 

You quickly pull open the handle of your front door, leaning your head out into the hallway as your peer from side to side to see if the coast is clear. You grin childishly as you realize there isn’t a single soul in the corridor and Jungkook’s door is shut. Fearful of getting caught, you quietly tiptoe toward his gym bag, noticing a high-brand logo printed on the side of the duffle. You pause once again, suddenly feeling bad that you would soon be ruining something of such value. You chew on the inside of your cheek, pondering your decision until you settle on the fact that he could always wash it and air it out. 

Once there, you crouch down, pinching the zipper between your thumb and pointer finger as you gently slide it open, revealing a pair of boxing gloves and a towel nestled inside. You peer up, glancing around once more as you hang the piece of salmon over the opening, letting it plop into the corner beside one of the gloves. You cringe at the thought of what it might smell like later, gently pushing the glove on top of it to conceal it from view once you first open the bag. You close it with haste as you push off your hands to help you stand back up, turning to sneak back into your apartment and shut the door close behind you. 

The solitude of your apartment allows you to press your back against the front door, giggling immaturely as you relish in your actions. This is something you would typically never do, however, the excitement of getting Jungkook back seems worth it all. You brush off your hands, moving to turn your attention back onto covering up the rest of the nigiri and placing it into the fridge to store it until later, desperately awaiting the commencement of your girl's night.

—

The soft sounds of mumbling women echo throughout Jungkook’s apartment as the voices within your living room travel through the walls. Your girl's night was commencing while Jungkook and Taehyung freshen up after a day of various activities around town, completely oblivious to the events occurring in your apartment.

Taehyung walks through the kitchen of Jungkook’s unit, typing away on his phone as he places an order for pizza to be delivered as a quick alternative to cooking dinner. While he does so, Jungkook walks out of his bedroom, his hair still dripping wet from his shower as he runs a towel through the damp strands of his hair.

“I’m ordering pizza,” Taehyung speaks softly as he hears the click of Jungkook’s door, informing his best friend of his last-minute decision. The apartment owner simply nods in agreement as Jungkook moves to sit against the couch, letting his body fall limp into the plush cushions. 

“Sounds good to me,” Jungkook claims as he continues working the fabric of the towel through his hair to soak up as much water as possible. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a loose black t-shirt that conceals his toned frame as he shifts his eyes toward Taehyung. His best friend has his elbows pressing into the kitchen counter as he continues to type in the instructions for the pizza delivery. 

It was now well past eight as the two men suddenly realized that they hadn't made any plans to satisfy their growing hunger. Taehyung was the more responsible of the two, taking on the task of ordering food for him and the man he considered a younger brother. Jungkook gently lifts his legs as he shifts to a lying position on the couch, letting his tired limbs take a moment to melt into the cushions. The soreness serves as a painful reminder of their many reps this morning at the gym, leaving him groaning as he rolls his body over so he can face Taehyung.

The recollection of their workout has him scanning the living room for the location of his gym bag. He momentarily pauses to think about its whereabouts, remembering tossing it down outside his apartment when they decided to hit up the pool. 

“Hey, would you check if my bag is still outside?” Jungkook motions toward the front door with a nod of his head, watching as Taehyung finally submits their order before shifting his gaze to the front door.

 He offers Jungkook a look of annoyance as he moves toward the front door. “Seriously? You haven’t brought it in yet?” Taehyung swiftly opens the front door to see the familiar object sitting in the corner of the corridor, nestled just beside the door. “You’re such a slob.” He complains playfully, retrieving the item as Jungkook retaliates from his position on the couch. 

“I am not. I just forgot.” He defends, glancing around at his relatively neat apartment. He wasn’t necessarily a messy person, he just had groups of random objects piled off to the side until he had time to put them up. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes as he leans down to grab the gym bag, instantly being met with the overwhelming smell of something putrid. He dramatically coughs back his disgust as he hesitantly lifts the sack by one of the straps, carrying it at arm's length as he brings it back inside. Jungkook is none the wiser as he hears the front door close shut, revealing a horrified Taehyung. “JK, your shit smells rank.” He groans, tossing the bag down at the foot of the couch. 

“Oh, shut up.” Jungkook sits up as he watches Taehyung struggle to breathe properly, pinching his eyebrows together as he follows Taehyung’s dramatic gaze toward the bag. “It’s not that bad.” He couldn’t imagine what he might have left in there to cause such a reaction from his friend. He typically showers and changes after every workout, rarely ever using the bag to store soiled clothing. Did he leave a pair of socks that caused an odor to build? “It’s just boxing gloves.”

The moment the words left his lips, he was met with the same vile smell that Taehyung described, oddly resembling the faint scent of rotting flesh. “What the fuck is that?” That was definitely not just his boxing gloves. He moves quickly to unzip the top compartment of the bag, peeling it open as the odor only increases, causing him to instantly pull the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose as he desperately tries not to gag at the repulsive stench.

Taehyung simply shrugs his shoulders, retreating back into the kitchen to avoid inhaling any more of the horrid fragrance. “Damn, JK. What do you have in there?” Taehyung has known Jungkook for years and he never experienced such a smell coming from the younger male, let alone his belongings. “Whatever it is, it smells like shit.”

Jungkook shot him a deadly glare as Taehyung innocently held his hands up in his defense, knowing he had nothing to do with whatever situation was unfolding in his bag. Jungkook cautiously moves aside one of his gloves to reveal a pinky, orange substance tucked at the bottom corner. “What the fuck?” He moves to pinch his fingers around the now slimy piece of salmon, lifting it up out of the bag to display it to Taehyung. “Is this fish?” 

Taehyung can’t keep his face from morphing in disgust, dramatically dry heaving as he turns away from the sight. Jungkook simply glares at him through the mess of slightly damp curls hanging in his eyes, shaking his head as he studies the mysterious piece of salmon. He’s had sushi and nigiri plenty of times to recognize the type of protein, standing up to bring it toward the trash can. “It’s salmon.” 

Taehyung’s eyes scrunch in confusion, watching as Jungkook discards it quickly into the bin. “Why do you have salmon in your gym bag?” He can’t help but chuckle at his question, watching in amusement as Jungkook becomes increasingly annoyed that his belongings are now covered with the scent of rotting fish. 

“Like I would know.” He snaps back at him, moving to the sink to clean off the liquid from his hands. Taehyung steps aside, finding the situation quite comical. As if on queue, there is a boisterous laugh that echoes through the walls of his apartment, reflecting the amusement of the girls next door as the gentle thumping of music begins to reverberate against the walls. Jungkook pushes open the tap of his sink, pumping some soap onto the palms of his hands. 

Over the commotion next door, he can make out the faint hint of your voice, suddenly recalling the small prank he sabotaged your door with this morning. How else would fish suddenly appear in his gym bag? You had to be the culprit and Jungkook just caught onto your declaration of war. “That bitch.” He groans, scrubbing his hands together as Taehyung leans the back of his hip into the counter. 

“What bitch?”

Jungkook scoffs with a small chuckle of disbelief. “Remember that girl from the pool?” 

Taehyung scans his memory, vaguely recalling a conversation with Jungkook about a girl that he apparently had no interest in despite her good looks. “You mean the hot one that you threw a ball at?” 

Jungkook grins mischievously at the memory, smiling in satisfaction before remembering the events that just occurred. “Yeah…turns out she’s my neighbor.” Jungkook is definitely physically attracted to you, however, the numerous interactions you two shared seem to create a clear understanding that you both can’t stand each other beyond looks. Now it was a battle of the sexes as you both engaged in a petty prank war just to further piss each other off. “I bet she put this fish there.”

Taehyung’s jaw hangs open in surprise, his cheeks swelling against his eyes as he bends over in laughter. “Ah man…that sucks.” While Taehyung didn’t understand why Jungkook didn’t pursue you, he had also heard stories of all of your interactions, giving him a decent chunk of background knowledge to understand your current dynamic with his best friend. 

Jungkook sighs as he moves to dry his hands, hearing another chuckle roar from next door. It was evident that you had friends over for the evening and you clearly aren’t concerned about the level of noise you were making. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to strike again. His features illuminate as an idea courses through his mind, chuckling at the possible reaction that might flood over your face. 

“Help me get even.” With that, Jungkook tugs the collar of his shirt as he quickly lifts the fabric up and over his head to expose his bare torso. The only thing remaining is his jeans that deliciously hang from his hips as he flashes Taehyung a wild expression. “Take off your shirt.” Jungkook quickly demands, leaving Taehyung baffled at his sudden change in attitude. 

“Hell no.” Taehyung instinctually answers, wondering what the hell Jungkook was up to this time. His denial has the youngest simply shrugging his shoulders as he moves toward his front door. 

“Suit yourself.” 

Jungkook pulls open his door handle as Taehyung swiftly joins him in pulling off his shirt, tossing it onto the counter beside him as he shakes his head in disapproval. Of course, he'd get wrapped up in whatever nonsense Jungkook was about to unfold, however, his curiosity simply couldn’t allow him to sit out of the action. Jungkook grins mischievously as he motions for Taehyung to follow behind him, enlightening his friend as he exposes his intentions. “You’re crazy.” Taehyung puts it simply despite the laugh that erupts from him as he hesitantly joins him. “But I’m in.”

—

Roxanne and Lisa sit across from you on the large sectional decorating your living room, a large smile stretching across your lips at the reality of finally having your own place to host your friends in peace. Your favorite playlist echoes from the Bluetooth sound bar beneath your television, the music loud enough to drown out any possible noises coming from Jungkook’s apartment, but not too loud that you can’t make conversation with your guests. 

You gently swirl the liquid in your wine glass, a fragrant peach aroma wafting from the cup as you bring it to your lips to taste the sweet alcohol on your tongue. Thankfully, the neighbor on the opposite side of your apartment from Jungkook works night shifts, which allows you to enjoy the evening without fear of bothering her with your music and loud chatter. Jungkook on the other hand, you couldn’t care less if you inconvenienced him. 

Roxanne’s features brighten with jubilation as another round of giggles erupts your lips, catching up on all of the latest gossip from your lives. Your eyes widen as Lisa retells the events of a recent date she embarked on, offering her a comforting smile as she vents about some tool. “Fuck him.” You offer unapologetically. 

Roxanne quickly lifts her glass to propose a toast to your statement. “I second that.” She offers before downing the rest of her wine, quickly leaning forward to retrieve the wine bottle from the coffee table to pour herself another glass. You smile as Lisa’s mood becomes instantly more relaxed, thankful to have the support of her friends as she leans back into the couch cushions to get more comfortable. Once Roxanne’s glass is nearly full, she places the bottle back on the table before shooting you a questioning glance. “Alright, Y/n. Spill the apartment drama.” She lifts her eyebrows suggestively, smirking as she brings the rim of her glass to her lips. 

You pause as Lisa straightens herself on the couch. “Oh yeah. Tell us about living by yourself.” She offers with a gentle smile. “Is it all you hoped it’d be?” Lisa has always been the most easygoing of the three of you, being the only friend left in your trio to find her own place. 

Your first instinct is to lie and tell them how amazing everything is. Your apartment was beautiful and located in an amazing part of town. The complex offers amazing amenities with a vast majority of your neighbors being relatively friendly. That’s why you end up saying, “It’s amazing! I should’ve moved out sooner.” You joke, despite the haunting memory of your unruly neighbor, hoping the reality of Jeon Jungkook would stay hidden for the night. 

“How are your neighbors?” Roxanne smirks with her lips still against her glass, recalling your conversation yesterday. You shrug at her statement, lifting your cup to take another sip. “Did you find out if they were banging?”

The flesh of your cheeks instantly becomes warm at the memory of Jungkook’s groans through your wall, remembering his chiseled torso when you bravely walked over to give him a piece of your mind. You feel the burn of the wine in your throat as you choke back your surprise, stunned that she asks so bluntly. Before you can say anything, Lisa’s jaw drops open in excitement as if there is drama to spill. “What?!” 

You fail to notice how rosy your cheeks become, unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the mere memory of Jungkook looking incredibly hot and sweaty. “Oh my God.” You groan, placing your glass down on the coffee table as you stand up to try and derail the conversation. “Who wants food?” You ask nervously, watching as Lisa quickly shifts to raise a hand, successfully distracting her from the question. Roxanne on the other hand narrows her eyes in your direction, shaking her head in amusement before sparing you from more inquiries about your neighbor. 

“What are we eating?” Lisa questions enthusiastically, the simple thought of food causing her eyes to widen like a child in a candy shop. 

You move quickly towards the kitchen, your eyes set on the refrigerator as you call out from across the space. “Sushi and nigiri!” You claim happily, excited to indulge in a meal you’ve been craving since your period began. You open the icebox, pulling out the trays you picked up earlier, noticing the bare rice ball that once held the piece of salmon you placed into Jungkook’s gym bag. You smile mischievously at the memory, wishing you could witness his face once making the unfortunate discovery. 

As you set the assortment trays on the counter, moving to retrieve a few chopsticks from your utensil drawer, you hear your doorbell sound over the low reverberations of the music. You pinch your eyebrows together in curiosity, wondering who could possibly be at your door. Aside from Lisa and Roxanne, you never have visitors. Before you can move out of the kitchen, Roxanne shimmies past you toward the front door. “I’ll get it for you.” She hums happily, assuming it was a delivery. 

Before you can respond, your mind wonders if Jungkook is the one knocking on your door. Did he find the fish in his gym bag? Was he annoyed by your music, giving him a taste of his own medicine? Before you can move around the corner, your worst fear is confirmed as Roxanne pulls open the large structure. 

You hear Jungkook’s voice from across the threshold of your apartment, quickly shuffling your feet against the tile to join Roxanne before he can cause any damage. You instantly become horrified as Lisa joins Roxanne, your eyes quickly shift to find Jungkook with the same friend that was with him the other day at the pool, half naked in your doorway. 

“Y/n!?” You hear Roxanne holler, her smile invading her cheeks as her jaw hangs open. “You ordered strippers for tonight?” She seems far too excited as your cheeks flush an insatiable shade of crimson, your mouth going dry as you try to find the words to speak. 

“Hell yeah!” Lisa shouts from behind you, drinking at the sight of the two handsome men in your doorway. You feel suffocated with embarrassment as your mind tries to connect the fact that Jungkook and Taehyugn were posing as strippers while your two best friends openly ogle your neighbor’s deliciously yet, obnoxiously exposed body. “Damn, Y/n. I’d expect this from Roxanne, not you.” Lisa continues as she pats your shoulder excitedly. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

Your eyes shift toward Jungkook, finding his bright doe eyes underneath his still-damp hair from his shower, a vexatious grin plastered on his face. “Hey, Princess.” His voice dips seductively, causing your brain to short-circuit as you desperately try to grasp ahold of the situation. Before Roxanne can move to invite them in, you quickly push past her, blocking the entryway of your apartment. 

“These aren’t strippers.” Your voice has a little more bite than you originally intend, glaring intensely at Jungkook for pulling such an embarrassing stunt the first time you have your friends over. “This is my stupid neighbor and his friend.” You groan as you motion toward Jungkook before shifting your hand toward Taehyung. 

“This is your neighbor?” Roxanne purrs as she leans into the doorway, her eyes drinking in the vision of both of the handsome men before you. She knows exactly who he is as she puts together the reality that this was the neighbor from next door that she heard grunting while on the phone with you. 

You can’t help but let out another groan, turning to face your friends with embarrassment still etched over your features. “Unfortunately.” You feel Jungkook come up behind you, placing his hand around your waist to continue his mission of pissing you off in front of your friends. Your body flinches at his touch, something Roxanne quickly catches on to as she studies your body language. 

“Oh please, she secretly loves me.” He grins confidently as he leans to the side to whisper in your ear. “Don’t you, princess?” His voice is mocking as a low purr resonates in his chest at the satisfaction of your flustered appearance. 

“You wish.” You snap back softly, forcing a smile on your face in an attempt not to tear into him in front of your friends.

 Roxanne grins playfully as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling at Jungkook and Taehyung before glancing back at Lisa who was equally enjoying their company. “In that case, why don’t you guys join us for a few drinks? We were just about to have some sushi.” You practically feel your jaw unhinge as you glance back toward Roxanne. You can’t believe what you just heard. She did not just invite them to crash your girl's night. 

“Yeah, you should!” Lisa smiles brightly, moving to stand beside Roxanne. “There is plenty to go around.” You glance over to Lisa, seeing her flash you a suggestive look, knowing that the evening would be far more entertaining with a pair of good-looking men. If these were your neighbors, why wouldn’t you invite them in with the hopes of getting close to one of them? Unfortunately for you, you know exactly how Jungkook is and the thought of spending the evening with him churns the inside of your stomach. 

Jungkook glances back at Taehyung who seems thrilled with the notion of spending time with three attractive women, eager to get the night started. Jungkook smiles charmingly as he tightens the grip on your side, chuckling deeply at the tension in your limbs. “We’d love to.” 

Roxanne and Lisa rejoice as they move back into the apartment to head toward the living room as you quickly wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s hold to block the doorway of your apartment. You stretch your arms out to each side as the two men walk toward you, your eyes narrowing in their direction. “You are not coming into my apartment.” You hiss as Jungkook simply smiles condescendingly. 

“But your friends were so looking forward to getting to know us.” He teases, knowing that if you forbid them from coming in, you would need to spend the rest of the evening talking about your relationship with them and why you wouldn’t invite them in. 

You press your lips into a thin line, fighting the irritation bubbling within you as you glance back toward Taehyung who seems like an innocent soul just dragged along by Jungkook. You let a sigh escape your lips as you drop your arms, watching as Jungkook’s confidence skyrockets. Just as he moves to push past you, you hold up your arms once more, glaring darkly at your infuriating neighbor. “Not until you both put on a shirt.” 

“What? Don’t want your friends lusting over me all night?” He states blatantly, completely unfazed as the pink in your cheeks darkens from the thought of having to witness him this way yourself. While he might drive you up the wall, you couldn’t deny that he was undeniably handsome. 

“Just go put on a fucking shirt.” You hiss between your teeth as Taehyung gently pulls Jungkook back from challenging your stance. 

“You got it.” Taehyung comments quickly, before guiding Jungkook back to his apartment door and turning to glance back at you. “I’ll bring some beer.” He offers, knowing it is best to accommodate their drinking since she is being kind enough to let them join in. 

—

Your eyes flicker across your living room as you lean back in your armchair, desperately trying not to let a frown tug against the corners of your lips. You bring your wine glass to your lips, peering over the edge as you gulp back a taste of the sweet liquid, enjoying the subtle burning as it travels down your throat. You wish you were drinking something stronger to take off the edge of Jungkook and Taehyung being in your apartment, slowly working on your own bottle of wine as heat builds in your chest from the slight intoxication. 

Jungkook and Taehyung obeyed your single request, returning with shirts on and a case of beer to consume while getting to know you and your friends. Their pizza was thankfully delivered during that time, however, they left it next door in hopes of consuming some sushi and nigiri, free of charge. 

Roxanne and Lisa are the ones doing most of the talking, Roxanne becomes an insatiable flirt the more she consumes cups of wine while Lisa focuses her attention on the ever-handsome Taehyung. You stay quiet, only adding to the conversation whenever a question or remark is directed at you, silently observing the way your friends seem to melt into the men’s hands. You laugh under your breath, rolling your eyes as you take another swig of your wine. 

You can’t help but let your thoughts wander, thinking back on all of the interactions you’ve shared with Jungkook so far, recalling the sight of him dripping wet in the pool and the sight of his bare torso glistening with sweat the night before. For someone you claim to hate, you find yourself thirsting over him through the heat of your growing intoxication. 

“What do you like to do in your free time?” You hear Roxanne’s voice which pulls you from your mind as your eyes settle on the sight of one of your best friends sitting dangerously close to Jungkook all of a sudden. 

Jungkook simply smiles, his legs spread sinfully as he leans back into the couch, his hand still gripped around his beer bottle as it nestles itself between his thighs. “I like boxing.” He claims, his large doe eyes exposing his enjoyment of the activity. 

Lisa’s eyes widen at his statement, shifting her gaze onto him. “Really, boxing?” Jungkook hums in agreement, his eyes scanning the crowd until they stop on your gaze, your cheeks suddenly becoming flush from getting caught staring at him. 

“Y/n likes going to the gym as well.” Roxanne’s statement is delivered as if it were meant to be a flex on your behalf, narrowing your eyes as you watch her make a suggestive look for you to engage in the conversation. 

Jungkook lets out a chuckle of amusement, lifting the rim of his beer bottle to his lips as he pulls back a sizable amount of the alcohol. “Does she?” His tone is almost mocking as he thinks back on your first interaction in the mail room. He vaguely remembers calling you lazy for not wanting to make multiple trips up with your groceries, flashing you a questioning glare as you sarcastically offer him a smile. 

“Oh yeah,” Lisa adds as if she was helping sell the idea. “She used to go all the time before her ex…”

“Who wants more sushi?” You interrupt promptly at the mention of your ex. It’s bad enough that Jungkook is in your apartment, you don’t need him to know your entire backstory as well. You flash Lisa a threatening glare before standing up to make your way into the kitchen. The layout of your apartment includes a dividing half wall between the living space and the kitchen, providing you with shelter from their stares as you quickly move to lean into the counter. 

You pause for a moment, hopelessly trying to make out the conversation commencing on the opposite side of the wall. Luckily, the conversation seems to shift onto Taehyung and his line of work versus the story of your ex and more personal information you didn’t care to expose to a man you barely know. 

A sigh escapes your lips as you press up on your toes to reach one of the overhead cabinets, seeking out an empty glass to pour yourself a cup of water to cool you off from the building swirl in your mind. This evening was already throwing you for a loop, you don’t need to get black out drunk on top of it all. 

You quickly close the door of the cabinet, turning around to take slow strides toward the fridge, relishing in the intimacy of the kitchen versus the crowd that occupies your living room. You press your cup into the dispenser on the refrigerator door, watching as it slowly fills with liquid while you become parched for a taste of the freshness. Once it fills to your liking, you pull it away and bring it to your lips, taking a large gulp to soothe your throat. 

“Is it me, or do you always seem to have a stick up your ass?” You hear a deep voice from behind you, turning around to spot Jungkook walking into the kitchen with an empty beer bottle in hand. Of course, he follows you into the kitchen when all you want is a moment of quiet to collect your whirling thoughts. 

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, clearly upset by his looming presence. “Only when you’re around.” You state plainly as you move back to press back against your counter, watching him carefully as he enters the kitchen to discard his empty bottle before fetching a new one. 

His large eyes stalk you from across the kitchen as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I’m flattered.” His voice drops an octave as he hovers over the trays of sushi displayed on your counter, selecting a random one before tossing it fully into his mouth. You can’t help but watch the flex of his throat as he swallows back the morsel, feeling your body crawl with heat as his jaw morphs with each movement. Why the hell were you so drawn to his physique? It must be the alcohol. Has to be. 

You slowly tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing on the flesh gently as you shift your eyes to look anywhere other than Jungkook. While you start focusing on the patterns on your backsplash, Jungkook glances over the selection of food before settling on a piece of nigiri with a missing cut of salmon atop. He glances over the rest, noticing a few more pieces beside it with delicate cuts of fish laid on top, almost identical to the one he found in his bag earlier that evening. 

He lets out a scoff as he passes his tongue across the bottom of his teeth, biting back the urge to snap at you for causing his gym bag to sell horrid from the rotting fish. “Funny. ” He gently motions to the small rice ball, shifting his gaze toward you. “These look just like the piece of salmon I found in my gym bag earlier.” He accuses you indirectly as your irises find his large eyes narrowing in your direction. 

“Oh?” You hum simply, feigning innocent until proven guilty. Jungkook tilts his head in exasperation, refusing to play dumb just for your entertainment. You bite back a laugh as the corners of your cheeks pull into a small smile. “Must have fallen out of my bag while I was unlocking my door.” You shrug your shoulders as you take another sip of your water. 

Jungkook clenches his teeth as he fights off his growing irritation. “So it just happened to fall into my gym bag that was nowhere near your door?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, the tattooed pattern on his forearm wonderfully displayed for your enjoyment. 

You simply shrug once more, recalling the words he once spoke to you when purposefully hitting you with a volleyball, ultimately causing you to spill your drink. You smirk mischievously as you glue your gaze onto his, making sure he can plainly see the sarcasm you’re directing at him. “Happy accident.”

Jungkook practically growls at your response, recognizing your efforts as he turns to grab his beer bottle, popping off the cap. He takes a large swig, hoping to take off some of the edge as he hears laughter and giggles resonating from your living room. If you were going to be coy with him, he would gladly play the same game and get under your skin, and he knew exactly how to do it. “Your friend Roxanne is hot.” He blurts out shamelessly, causing you to choke on your water as you take another sip. He didn’t have to be so forward. 

You let out a few coughs to soothe the building tightness in your throat from inhaling your water the wrong way, staying silent since you truly don’t know how to even respond to that. He watches you carefully, grinning maliciously as the sparkle behind your irises fills with jealousy; jealousy you didn’t even know you have. “I bet she’s a freak in bed.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You snap, completely disgusted to hear him speak about your best friend in such a manner. He truly is the pig you make him out to be, yet why are his words upsetting you so much? 

He shrugs as he lifts his beer bottle back up to his lips, taking another sip as you slowly watch the flex of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp. He pops off the bottle with a content sigh as his eyes fill with darkness. “You thought I was banging someone yesterday, might as well make it a reality for you.” 

Jungkook’s words crash into you with blunt force, surely knocking you off your feet as you try to grasp his implications. Your cheeks flush red as you recall the sinful groans and moans from next door, the sounds echoing in your mind as your body heats up at the thought of his chiseled body on top of someone, fucking them into oblivion. You remember that he just implied doing such activities with your best friend, causing the building jealousy and rage to snap. You barely have the time to think about anything before your hand jolts forward, tossing the remnants of your cup onto Jungkook as a gasp escapes your lips. 

What the fuck is wrong with you? You blink off your blind wrath to find Jungkook’s messy curls drenched with the water from your cup, his shirt clinging to his body as he uses his free hand to smooth the damp hair back out of his face. “Seriously, Y/n?” He growls, before glancing down to find his shirt half soaked from your craziness.  

You’re completely horrified that you would do such a thing, however, your stubbornness towards him causes you to simply shrug. “You seemed like you needed to cool off.” You add quickly, owning up to your actions even though a part of you felt like they were completely uncalled for. You couldn’t possibly apologize for letting your jealousy get the best of you. You’d rather look like a bitch than give him the satisfaction of letting him know he got the best of you. 

Jungkook presses his lips together in a tight line as he takes slow, careful steps toward you as you press back onto the edge of the counter. He’s causing your proximity to diminish and it’s slowly starting to suffocate you as he stops just inches away from your frame. Without a single word, he just offers you a smile which causes you to stare up at him in confusion, half expecting him to yell at you. Instead, you see him lift his hand from the corner of your eye before a cold trickling sensation drips down your hair and onto your shoulder. 

Your mouth drops open as you glance up hesitantly, watching as beer drips from his bottle onto your head, soaking your hair with the awful stench of the gluttonous liquid. “What the hell, JK?!” You hiss between your teeth, placing your cup down on the counter before shoving your hands against his chest to send him back a few steps. “That’s fucking beer, mine was just water.” You complain, glancing down at the drenched strains of your hair. 

Jungkook lets a dark chuckle vibrate in his diaphragm as he shrugs his shoulders unapologetically. “Happy accident.” He offers, his large doe eyes shining with mischief as he chugs back the last of the alcohol in his bottle. “Now we’re even.” He places the bottle down on the opposite side of the counter before reaching for another, holding it up as a gesture of his victory. He offers you a cocky grin before turning around to leave the kitchen, ready to rejoin the group in the other room. 

“Even, my ass.” You grumble under your breath, turning to face the array of food you have spread across your countertop. You find a container of soy sauce directly beside your hand, making a split-second decision to grab ahold of it before calling out to Jungkook. “Hey, JK?” You watch as he turns around to face you before flinging the liquid inside of the container, satisfied once Jungkook’s shirt becomes stained with the sauce. You can’t help but let a giggle escape your lips as Jungkook’s eyes light up with anger. 

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be.” He growls before setting his beer down and grabbing the rice ball from the nigiri missing the piece of salmon that unfortunately ended up in his gym bag. He takes quick strides towards you before smashing the rice against the top of your head, smearing the sticky grains until they become laced through your strands. 

You gasp at the audacity, reaching back to grab the first thing within your proximity. The tray of cupcakes you purchased earlier is right beside you as you grab one of the pastries before smearing the frosting straight across Jungkook’s face as his handsome features become camouflaged in a veil of buttercream. 

 Before you can do anything else, Jungkook reaches up to grab your wrists, grabbing one in each hand as he pins your arms back against the counter. You pause in your aggression as you become caged between the counter and his towering frame, your arms helpless against his strength as he holds you in place. 

Jungkook pants softly as his body trembles in anger, traces of the frosting residing on his cheeks and lips as his eyes bore into your soul. A chill courses through your limbs at the sight, suddenly intimidated by his intensity as you feel yourself shrink beneath his stare. 

“Had enough?” He breathes, his breath ghosting against your cheek as you challenge his glare. 

You try to pry yourself from his hold as he presses his hips forward to keep you glued to the counter, your body becoming hot from just how close he is to you. “Fuck you.” You hiss, leaning forward to assert your dominance, surprised to see Jungkook refuses to flinch or pull away. You’re now inches from each other in an intense stare-down while the effects of the alcohol has you blushing from the close contact. 

“I’d love to see you try.” His voice reflects the animosity he shares toward you, however, there is a hint of lust laced through his tone. You gulp back your surprise, not expecting him to respond in such a way. You try to move away, however, you’re suddenly drawn closer to his lips, the alcohol in your system impairing your judgment as your eyes flick down to the piercing tucked at the corner of his bottom lip. You feel breathless as the sexual tension between you engulfs your desires, your body relaxing in his hold as you stop fighting against him.

Jungkook continues to close the distance between you as you feel his waist continue digging against your hips, both of you lost in each other in a moment that resembled being caught under a spell. “Y/n! What’s taking so long?” You hear Roxanne’s voice call out from the living room as it pulls you both back to reality. Jungkook releases his hold of your wrists as he steps away from you, quickly retrieving a napkin to wipe off the evidence of your childish tussle. 

“Taehyung, we’re leaving,” Jungkook calls out, thankful to have most of the frosting cleaned from his complexion. He doesn’t spare you another glance as he grabs the rest of the beers, making his way out into the hallway with a slam of your front door. You scoff from his sudden mood swing as you hesitantly walk back out into the living room, forgetting about your disheveled appearance. 

Roxanne and Lisa’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as they take in your beer-soaked appearance, rice and all smeared within your hair. “Y/n…what…”

Before Lisa can ask what occurred during your absence, you hold up a hand in defeat as you move toward your bedroom. “Don’t ask. I’ll be right back.” You speak quickly, watching as Taehyung stands with haste to follow after Jungkook. 

Taehyung pauses as he walks by you, an apologetic look reflecting in his eyes as he offers you a sheepish smile. “Thanks again for having us over.” He offers in an attempt to be somewhat chivalrous, assuming Jungkook was the reason behind her appearance. You simply smile at him as he makes his way toward the door before you disappear into your bedroom to clean off the smell of beer. 

—

After a few days of dodging Jungkook and hiding out in your apartment, you finally feel a bolt of energy to get back on your feet and enjoy your time off of work. The last few days had you working long hours, eagerly taking overtime just to avoid coming home and having to put up with Jungkook’s insufferable presence. Thankfully, another day off meant you had the opportunity to enjoy yourself and do some self-care. 

You quickly maneuver through the corridor outside of your apartment, making a dash for the elevator in hopes of preventing another run-in with your neighbor. Unfortunately, Jungkook seemed to work odd hours which keeps you from identifying a specific schedule of when to expect him. Instead, you’re left on your toes to constantly fear another interaction with the man that drove you to the brink of insanity. You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors dressing the elevator lobby, admiring the way your old workout clothes seem to hug your frame. While you aren’t as in shape as you used to be before you moved out on your own, at least your old outfits still fit.

As you press the elevator call button, you slide your hand down into the side pocket of your leggings, pulling out a headphone case before popping it open to stick the buds into your ears. You snap the case shut just as the doors slide open, shoving the item back into your pocket as you step inside, fiddling with your phone to stream your favorite playlist from Spotify. As the low percussion of the music echoes in your eardrums, you can’t help but think back on the reasons why you haven’t been to the gym lately. 

The memory of your ex has a chill crawling up your spine as you recall the embarrassing breakup you endured at your old local gym. You used to work out there almost every day until one day he drove all the way to meet you just to end things publicly in front of all your old gym mates. You scoff at the recollection, remembering how the truth of the matter was that he was being unfaithful and chose someone else over you. You roll your eyes, deciding it was time to get back on your feet and enjoy one of your favorite stress relievers. 

As the elevator reveals the main lobby of your complex, you confidently stride down the lavish corridors through the vast amenities. You recall seeing the entrance of the gym the day you went down to the pool, following in your footsteps as you notice a glass door with gym equipment on the opposite side. You smile, tugging open the door and realizing that there was not a soul in sight, meaning you’d get to enjoy the facility in peace and quiet. 

Your apartment keys and access fobs are dangling around your wrist as you gently slide them from their place, finding a small perch beside a window to place the items alongside your water bottle. You couldn’t ask for a better setup to enjoy your first workout as a fully functional and self-sufficient adult. You grin as your playlist morphs into a more energetic beat, causing your lips to tug into a smile as you locate a large padded area for stretching off to the side. “Perfect.” You hum as you slowly make your way over, swinging your arms out to the side to begin stretching. 

Once you’ve arrived at the mat, you gently spread your feet apart before lowering yourself into a lunge position. You can feel the dull ache behind your legs as various muscles bend and stretch beneath your movements. You carefully turn your hips out so that you're in a side lunge before bending forward to touch the ground, elongating your legs as you stretch the back of your hamstrings. Just as you complete the stretch, you hear a door open, alongside a loud whistle behind you over the soft music playing in your ears.

“Damn, princess.”  You freeze, dropping your waist down so that you’re squatting like a frog as you hear Jungkook’s voice from behind you. You close your eyes for a moment, wishing that you were just hearing things and that Jungkook was just a figment of your imagination. You pull out one of your earbuds, glancing back in his direction over your shoulder. “What a view.” He comments brazenly in reference to your ass being perked up in the air. 

You huff in disbelief, rotating your body till you find yourself sitting on the floor to conceal any view he may have of your plump backside. “Did I ever mention that you’re a pig?” You groan, which only seems to tug a smile onto his lips as he shrugs his shoulders. 

“Once or twice.” He grins as he turns your eyes to find him towering over you. You notice a loose muscle shirt that drapes over his frame deliciously, exposing the entirety of his tattooed sleeve. His body is glistening with sweat, a clear indication that he’s already been here working out before you arrived. Your eyes scan the gym, noticing a vastly different gym bag from the one you were accustomed to being tucked away in the corner of the facility. 

“I didn’t know anyone was here.” You admit shyly, knowing you would have never begun to stretch if you would have known he’d be walking out from the locker rooms and sauna otherwise. “I didn’t smell your gym bag.” You can’t help but chuckle as you recall placing a piece of fish into it. While it might have been an incredibly childish gesture on your part, it also brought you a stupid amount of joy. 

Jungkook chuckles darkly as he moves around you, turning his attention to a power tower tucked back in the corner where his bag was. “Had to get a new one.” His tone is not as amused by that statement, offering you a glare as he presses his back against the power tower, leaning his elbows onto the padded sections before pushing up off the ground and utilizing his arm strength to hold himself up. 

You grin mischievously, glad to know that your little present for him left quite a negative impression. “Oops,” You shrug unapologetically as you tentatively stretch your legs back out into a side split as you slowly walk your torso down to press into the mat between your legs. You peer up through your lashes to find Jungkook watching your movements carefully, his gaze flicking away from yours as he starts lifting his legs up straight in front of him to work the muscles in his abdomen. 

With each rise of his legs, he lets out a soft strained groan as he skillfully repeats the motion, tucking the entirety of his bottom lip into his mouth as his jaw flexes under his motions. You feel your face flush with heat as the same explicit sounds echo through the gym, causing your body to swelter with heat. 

The flex of his muscles is visible through the fabric of his shirt as his arms strain to keep him up in place, his body continuing to crunch his abdominal muscles in half each time his legs are brought up to his waist. You glance away, trying not to be distracted by his sinfully attractive physique as you begin rolling your ankles in circles to prepare for your run on the treadmill. 

You push yourself up, making your way slowly toward the treadmill as you keep your eyes averted from Jungkook, knowing any more glances would have you drooling over his fit frame. While the man himself was annoying as can be, his flesh was definitely a feast for the eyes. 

The earbud you pulled from your ear earlier is nestled in your palm as you focus your energy on ignoring the lustful sights and sounds happening on the opposite side of the room, chewing your bottom lip gently as you drown out his grunts with the sound of your music once more. You make quick work of stepping onto the treadmill, elevating the pace until your feet are promenading at a brisk walk.

Thankfully, your music manages to help you completely forget about Jungkook working out beside you, getting lost in your concentration as you slowly continue raising the speed of the tread beneath your feet. Time seems to pass by quickly, your eyes shifting toward the display to find that you’ve already been running for roughly five minutes, a smile gracing your lips as pride seeps through your chest. You’re maintaining a decent pace, the music in your eardrums only amping your energy to keep going. 

Unfortunately, your distractions prevent you from noticing that Jungkook finished his reps as he slowly stalks towards you, admiring the way you effortlessly maintain your speed. He grins as he makes his way toward you, leaning his forearms against the front of the treadmill as his eyes bore into yours. 

You huff through your panted breaths, continuing your run without pause. “Can I help you?” You speak with irritation dripping from your lips, plucking out one of your headphones to see what he could possibly be annoying you about now. 

He leans into the machine, a look of false innocence glossing over those large doe eyes as he offers you a deceitful smile. “Just admiring.” He speaks softly, your heart skipping at the thought of Jungkook actually saying something nice for once. You simply stare at him, unsure of how to respond as his eyes glance up and down your frame, suddenly feeling suffocated under his stare. It’s exactly the type of distraction that derails your focus as he slickly moves his hand around the treadmill console, pressing his finger down on the acceleration arrow as he watches you suddenly pick up the pace to run even faster to keep up with the changes. He releases the bottom before quickly turning around to seek out an overhead bar to do some pull-ups.

“JK!” You holler, keeping up to the best of your ability before the speed becomes too much for your endurance level. You press your palms against the side rails as you push up to allow your feet the opportunity to find the sides of the machine, resting as the carpet continues zooming past your feet. Your gaze shifts down to make sure you don’t faceplant as a malicious chuckle escapes Jungkook’s lips, relishing in the small victory against you. 

You could practically see the steam seeping from your ears as you watch him pull himself up until his chin passes the bar overhead, repeating the motion as if he didn’t just sabotage your workout. You narrow your eyes at him, feeling every ounce of pettiness surface from deep within your core. Why did he have to be so fucking annoying? 

You click the stop button on the treadmill, watching the machine slow down as you pull your phone from your pocket, pausing your music. If he wanted to play dirty, you would happily reciprocate the favor. You step down from the platform, taking quick steps towards Jungkook, watching his facial features strain with each pull-up, your mind hopelessly imagining him in a more intimate setting. Get a grip, you want revenge, not a sex partner. 

“I could have gotten hurt.” You protest as Jungkook finds your gaze in the mirror, continuing his exercise despite his back being turned to you.

“But you didn’t.” He states simply through his heavy breathing, letting himself fall back down to his feet. He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning around to face you, hovering just a few inches from your face. “Don’t be dramatic, princess.” He teases, raising his eyebrows playfully as you continue to glare at him with annoyance. 

He doesn’t allow you a moment to refute, turning back around and jumping up to grab ahold of the bar, continuing his pull-ups as if you weren’t just behind him. Your face morphs with vexation as Jungkook ignores you, your irritation bubbling over as you reach forward and instinctually grab the edge of his basketball shorts. Without thinking, or hesitating for that matter, you tug down on the fabric, exposing a pair of fitting Calvin Klein boxer briefs beneath the material. 

“What the fuck?” You hear him protest as he releases the bar, stumbling back to his feet as he quickly reaches down to pull up his shorts. He quickly turns to face you. “Are you crazy?” He argues back, hurrying to cover his indecency as another resident walks past the corridor, witnessing the sight of Jungkook frantically adjusting his shorts.

You were expecting to create an embarrassing scene to get him back for his petty pranks, however, you find the view is far less embarrassing than you imagine. Your eyes drop down his chiseled waist as you notice a sizable bulge tucked behind the fabric. You feel more embarrassed than anything else as your cheeks become crimson at the sight, completely flustered by the sight of his almost naked body. “Shit.” You whisper to yourself as you follow his gaze to spot the oncoming patron, giggling softly as Jungkook’s eyes flash with anger. 

“You’re going to get me kicked out. I hope it was worth the peep show, you perv.” He snaps sharply, pressing his teeth together as his jaw clenches.

You shrug your shoulders, “Eh, there wasn’t much to see.” 

It’s as if your words infuriate him further as he lets out a breathy chuckle, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Nothing, my ass.” He practically growls before taking a few steps closer to you, strangling you beneath his stare. He narrows his eyes, fully knowing that you blatantly check him out whenever he’s moderately exposed. The sight of you in your leggings and tank top is a difficult sight to ignore, knowing it aided in his member being slightly harder than usual. He was certain you experienced quite the show. His lips soften from the tight line that invades his handsome features as he gestures to the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got a little drool right there.”

You laugh at his notion even though subconsciously you without a doubt devoured the sight of his bare thighs and deliciously carved hips. “Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoff as you cross your arms against your chest. Somehow your efforts to embarrass him ended with the attention back on you. 

“Someone’s in denial.” The cocky grin that stretches over his lips causes your blood to boil as he flicks his tongue over his piercing. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him as he simply clicks his piercing between his teeth, his smug demeanor sending you over the edge. He turns around to make his way toward the bench press, sitting down to continue his workout. 

You stomp your foot in frustration as you turn around to collect your belongings from the window ledge. This was absurd. You couldn’t even get back at him without him turning things back on you. You let out a groan at the realization that there is now no way you can finish your workout without having to continue putting up with Jungkook. “Whatever.”

You don’t offer him the satisfaction of another glare, quickly making your way out of the gym and escaping to the elevators. The walk down the corridor as you visualize Jungkook more than you care to admit as you bring your water bottle up to your lips to suck out the cool liquid. It’s not long until you find the elevator lobby, pressing the call light quickly, desperate to return to your apartment. 

Once you find yourself alone, secured in the confinement of the elevator, you lean back against the wall as you fan yourself with your hand to try and distract yourself from the events that just unfolded. Jungkook was proving to be a problem in more ways than one. 

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his legal name being 'and ken' is so genius he's literally just barbie's accessory this movie is for real men

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Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

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For those of you who want to lock all of your works with all the silly AI scraping of AO3 (which AO3 is recommending you lock your works, as stated in this post)

Here is a quick and easy guide of how to edit ALL of your works at once.

From your Dashboard click on “edit works” on the far right. This will bring up all of your works that you can select.

Select all the works you want to edit, then hit “Edit” at the bottom right.

Scroll to nearly the bottom of the page where you find “Visibility” and select “only show to registered users” and then update at the bottom.

That’s it, all of your works have now been locked without having to go in and edit each fic individually.

I hope this helps!