Unexpected - Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 8

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.