Unexpected - Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 11

The weekend has finally commenced as you sit back into the egg-shaped chair that decorates your balcony, sipping on a glass of wine as you casually scroll through your phone. You let out a content breath as you sink into the oddly shaped cushions beneath you, your eyes scanning every word on your phone's display screen. It's the first real opportunity you have this week to catch up on your social media posts, seeing all of the new occurrences in the lives of the people you know.

You bring your glass to your lips as you scroll through a post of memes, giggling softly to yourself as the sweet burn of your wine slides down your throat. You smile as your finger swipes up to the next post, seeing one of Roxanne's pictures of her weekend rendezvous with the clubs downtown. You roll your eyes as you study her promiscuous attire and the man draped around her waist.

The tip of your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth as you shake your head, a small part of you wishing you were out enjoying yourself while the other relishes the much needed relaxation.

You slowly bring the glass of wine back to your lips to indulge in another taste as you hear the sound of a sliding glass door being forcefully pushed open resonating from the neighboring balcony. The sound is abrupt as the glass panels rustle against the tracks, causing you to bring your phone down as you lean forward to peek over toward Jungkook's balcony.

To your surprise, you find Jungkook stomping his way out onto his balcony with a clear look of irritation plastered across his features. His jaw is tight as he clenches his teeth together, his hand grips around a piece of crumpled paper as he waves it about passionately.

Jungkook's long hair is damp with moisture, evidence of the fact that he must have recently come out of the shower. He has a plain white t-shirt concealing his muscular frame beneath the loose fabric and a pair of sweatpants hanging from his hips. While part of you capitalizes on the opportunity to check him out, you also realize just how outraged he appears, feeling a shiver course down your spine as he approaches the railings between his balcony and yours.

"Care to explain this shit?" Jungkook hisses, tossing the piece of paper from his hands as the wind carries it to your balcony. You blink in surprise, stretching your arm out to place your wine glass on the small table while you stand from your position. You quickly catch the parchment before it is blown from your terrace, tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jean shorts as you unfold it to study the text.

You quickly realize that the piece of paper is a warning from your apartment complex in regard to the noise complaint your filed about Jungkook's consistent disregard for his neighbors. You peer up at him, surprised to see him so angry about something that was well warranted. "You're loud as shit." You bark back, crossing your arms as you challenge his stare. His hands are gripping the railing as he leaned into his stance, staring at you as if an animal stalking its prey. "Someone had to put you in your place." You offer with a sarcastic smile.

The way Jungkook's eyes flash with vexation causes your stance to falter, realizing that you have never seen this type of intensity from him since you moved here. This was the first time that you successfully pissed him off.

"I've lived here for three years without one mark on my record." He continues, a clear growl present in his tone as he threateningly leans into the rail to get closer to you. "I didn't realize you were such a sensitive little bitch, Karen." Jungkook barks with clear mockery in his tone, sending you into your own blind rage. Who the hell did he think he is? Your jaw drops open from his accusation. He was the one that insisted on being a noisy neighbor. It wasn't your fault that you finally stood up for yourself since he refused to listen to you the numerous times you complained about the noise. Now he was calling you a Karen? Absolutely not.