Unexpected - Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 4

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.