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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.

{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)

{Tag List:} @erica2283 @i-never-post-but-i-am-here @koobunsblog @jkoma @jjkw-7 @gretesstuff @chimsworldsstuff @rms-expensive-girl @generouschildcolor @moonfaery @coralmusicblaze @roguesthetic @pjmises

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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