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Jungkook Part 1

You stare at the man standing before you, a mixture of annoyance and detest clouding your thoughts. You didn't like his standoff-ish demeanor and had wished he would've dropped off the face of the earth, but no, here you are confined in this tiny metal box, suspended in the air. He dismissed your attempts of helping the situation, making your blood boil over. You silently curse your friend for convincing you to even go out for the evening, and now you're stuck in an elevator with a neighbor you despise.

You recall telling maintenance about the elevator glitching out, but the man dismissed your concerns on multiple occasions. The maintenance guy did nothing in terms of actually fixing the issue and instead said that he'd get around to it. You should've known that it was gonna go neglected since there were other tenants still waiting for the guy to actually do his job. You let out an aggravated sigh as the thought only sours your mood further.

You stare at 9C–neither of you bothered to know one another's name–with an indifferent expression, wondering why, of all nights, he had to be in the same elevator as you. Your previous run-ins with him were hardly what you would call pleasant. At best, they were tiresome. You didn't know much about 9C other than you both worked during opposite hours of the day. You both worked from home, that much was certain, but he seemed to work through the evening while you worked during the day which meant the creaking floorboards and thin walls drove both of you insane during your sleeping hours. These bothersome occasions often led to confronting one another on multiple occasions. The exchanges between you two were hardly friendly and often resulted with a door slamming in one another's face.

"Did you try hitting the emergency button?" 9C questions.

You scowl at the man. "Of course, obviously it's not working." You explain to him with annoyance.

He rolls his eyes in response, attempting to use his phone in the elevator again. This shit hole of an apartment building had terrible reception that the elevator often cuts off any cell phone service once inside the damn thing.

"Good luck with that." You mutter dryly as you push on the service call button once more.

Nothing happens, of course, earning another frustrated sigh to pass from your lips. 9C stares at you with a bored expression, an eyebrow raised as if saying it's not gonna work. You ignore him and try hitting a different button, but it's useless.

A few moments pass in tense silence. 9C eyes you up and down, a small scoff escapes his lips.

"What now?" You ask in an exasperated tone.

"You look dolled up. Missing out on some hot date?" His tone is antagonizing and it only grates on your nerves.

"Why, jealous?" You challenge, mimicking his condescending tone.

9C cocks a brow at you. "Hardly. I'm sure the guy is thankful to have dodged the red flag that you are."

You stare at him through narrow eyes. You honestly cannot recall what led to this type of animosity, but the anger flaring within you can hardly be contained.

"I'm sure you know all about red flags." You remark dismissively.

"No need to get touchy." He replies, holding his hands up in faux-surrender.

You don't amuse him with a response and instead lean against the cool metal of the elevator. You silently curse your friend again, wishing you had opted to stay home and watch Netflix or something. Any alternative was better than the shit show you were currently experiencing.

Glancing at your phone, you see that the battery will most likely run out soon. Even if you got any cell service, your phone will probably die during the call. You mentally kick yourself for not charging your phone before leaving. You were usually good at that, but somehow, as tonight's theme proves it to be, you failed at that too.

Sighing, you look up at the elevator ceiling thinking you could pull yourself up and out of it, but the thought is short-lived as 9C cuts in with his words.

"I thought about it already. We're on the 8th floor and will most likely fall to our death before getting out."

"This damn place needs a renovation." You mutter.

You knew you shouldn't have renewed the lease last month. Despite the cheap rent and convenient location, you would've gladly traded it to avoid this nightmare.

"Right. But that'll eventually result in a price hike on rent which isn't ideal." 9C comments.

You hum in agreement. It was probably the first exchange either of you had that hadn't resulted in insults towards one another.

You discreetly eye 9C, taking in his boyish looks and athletic build. He was dressed in sweats and a jacket, showing some defining features of his success at the gym. You scowl at the mere thought of finding him attractive. The last thing you wanted to do was admit that, even to yourself.

9C eventually slides down the elevator wall, opting to sit on the floor rather than waste anymore energy standing.

"The floor is nasty." You comment, taking in the way it has various stains on the cracked stone flooring.

9C shrugs. "My workout was rough." He replies indifferently.

You cock a brow at him but say nothing. The silence is preferred as opposed to bickering, but even that is growing old since an air of awkward tension settles over the two of you. You weren't sure when help would arrive and you feared your last moments on earth would be stuck with a man who despises you just as much as you despise him.

"I'll give the emergency call button another try." You mutter, earning a hum of acknowledgement from 9C.

You hear the line click on, signaling it's finally going through. "Emergency services, how can I help you?" The bored tone says over the speaker, sparking a small fire of hope in both yours and 9C's eyes.

"Hi, hello? Um, we're in Apartment Building Trinity and the elevator is stuck on the 8th floor." You immediately say, your words falling from your mouth in frantic haste.

The man hums acknowledgment over the speaker. "Since the weather issued a flash flood warning, our repairman might not be able to reach you for a few hours, maybe longer." He informs you.

"What?" You ask, feeling both hopeful and helpless.

The man sighs. "Yeah, the storm has caused a lot of roadways to be closed due to flooding, so it might take a while before repair services come your way."

You sigh in defeat, thanking the man for the information, before the line clicks off.

"Well that's just great." 9C mutters dryly.

Humming in agreement, you follow 9C's gesture and sit on the ground, placing your tiny purse on your lap in an attempt to cover up since you were in a dress. The heels you were wearing had become unbearable that sitting on the stained concrete floor was far better than standing however long it took for the repairman to arrive.

You feel 9C's eyes on you, but don't look up from your lap. You weren't in the mood to exchange any words. You feel a jacket hit your lap, snapping you out of the gloomy daze you were in.

Glancing up at 9C with wide eyes, you ask, "What's this for?"

He sighs. "To cover up. You shouldn't feel uncomfortable while we wait." His expression wasn't soft, but rather pained, as if it physically hurt him to be nice to you.

You stare blankly back at him, shocked that he had a shred of decency in him.

"It looks like we'll be here for a while." He goes on to say.

"Right, um, thanks 9C." You say a little awkwardly despite feeling genuine about the gesture.

9C chuckles. "You can call me Jungkook." He replies.

As you place his jacket over your lap, you debate whether you were gonna reciprocate the introduction.

Deciding that it'd be better to keep things pleasant, you finally say, "I'm y/n."