Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were neighbors for years, but never got along. Whenever Jimin practiced for his job at the Philadelphia Orchestra, Jungkook just so happened to practice music of his own. However, his music wasn't as easy to tune out as...
Today is the day after my concert. Usually, I spend the day reading and relaxing in relative silence. But this time, it's kind of hard to do that when Jeon Jungkook is in his room, blasting music like this is a rock concert.
You'll never meet my mom, Strings will never be attached, We'll always get along, 'Cause it doesn't have to last, Anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back, I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.
I bang on the wall connecting our rooms. "Shut up!"
She say she's cool with it, She's down with it, There's nothing wrong with it 'cause it's easier this way, She's so cool with it, She's down with it, There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way. It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex, Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other, Just your typical hardcore, casual sex, We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
My cheeks warm up and I run out of my room and start pounding on his bedroom door, wanting him to just shut up.
We don't have to go on dates, You don't have to like my friends, I'll poke it in your face when you're makin' other plans, If you tired of the taste, We can try another blend, My heart will never break, I'm just here to break a sweat.
Done trying to get his attention this way, I open his bedroom door, stopping dead in my tracks when I see none other than Jeon Jungkook shirtless and drenched in sweat while putting on a miniature concert in his room.
I hold the door frame while my cheeks redden, my jaw agape.
My eyes slowly take in every dip and curve of Jungkook's upper body and how his hair clings to his forehead. Suddenly, I'm transported back to when Jungkook was just a few years younger, drunk and hot as hell, asking for a condom.
Dressed the way I was, I can't fathom how Jungkook claims he wasn't making fun of my appearance and was just being dumb and drunk. Maybe it's just his personality to flirt so dirtily about things, but I doubt it. It's always felt like a jab at me.
"I mean, if you're jealous, you could always join in, Mochi—"
The nicknames, the bluntness, the obscenity—there's no way he'd act this way with someone actually his type. Not to mention him showing up and acting clueless after what he did to me. It's always been a 'I know I'm hot and you can't have me' sort of thing with him and I hate it. He makes me feel self conscious. I thought I had gotten over my image issues until he showed up, looking like Adonis without even trying.
My hand brushes over my tattoo on my ribs as I remember Jungkook expressing his desire to see it. But the thought of exposing myself to him when he's built like a tank makes me want to curl up in a ball and disappear.
The feeling of my jaw being closed snaps me out of my daydreaming and I jump back, face-to-face with Jeon Jungkook.
When did he get nipple piercings?!
Jungkook waves his hand in front of my face, his expression one of concern. "Are you okay, Starlight?"
I blink rapidly, looking in his eyes. "What? Why?"
"Because you were staring at me. And usually, I'd have something to say about that, but it didn't look like you were checking me out. You looked upset. Are you okay? I can stop playing."
"Just... whatever. I need to go." I move to get away from him, but Jungkook grabs my hand and pulls me back.
He cups my face and swipes underneath my eyes with his thumbs. "Jimin, you're crying. What's wrong?"
I fight to get away. "Don't touch me, Mr. Jeon."
Jungkook lets go automatically. "Jimin... what did I do? I'm sorry I touched you. You just... please don't call me Mr. Jeon. Call me Jungkook," he pleads brokenly. "We're roommates. You can't just push me away like that."
"Look, I just don't feel good. It doesn't concern you."
His eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest, tonguing the inside of his cheek. "What did I do?"
"Nothing."
"If you don't tell me, I'll hide the cleaning supplies." He wiggles his fingers.
I scoff. "And make it so you get covid? I don't think so."
"Hmm, so you still care about me catching the rona. So what I did wasn't so bad you want me to get it. But that leaves so much more I could have done..." He puts his hand to his chin in thought. "Did I leave the toilet seat up? Did I leave my computer out in the living room again? Did I forget to put the lid back on the toothpaste?"
Smiling faintly, I shake my head. "You're fine."
"Then call me Jungkook."
"Fine. Jungkook."
"Say it like you mean it." He steps closer.
I put my hands out and freeze when they make contact with his chest. "J-Jungkook."
"Yes, Jimin?" He asks, voice low.
"Do you think I'm ugly?"
His eyes widen. "What? Why would you ask that? No, of course not. You're adorable. I told you that I don't think you're ugly."
I look away, feeling stupid.
"You're very pretty, Jimin."
"Sure."
"I mean it! I can't explain it. You're just pretty. I can't understand why you're so self conscious. It's in your head. I've never called you ugly."
Scowling, I wipe my hands on my pajama pants. "It's hard to trust your compliments."
Jungkook starts to pace. "Look, I was drunk as fuck."
"And you were trying to make me flustered."
"I'm sorry I asked you to join in, but that wasn't me making fun of your appearance."
"Well, what would you have done if I had said yes?"
The shirtless male freezes, eyes widening as he struggles to find the words to say. I stand still, giving him a good few minutes before nodding, my point proven.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Author's Note: Poor Jimin. What will JK do to fix this?
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-BBM
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