Anti-romantic | Jungkook

Chapter 7

His laugh was dying to come out and interrupt whatever it was she had going on up there, jumping on the bed while purposely moving the headboard against their shared wall. Instead, Jungkook sneaked his hand inside the pocket of his pants to reach for his phone, turning up the camera to have physical proof of what was going on in front of him. It most certainly would be useful in the future, at least for some good laughs.

All the teasing jokes going through his head were only eclipsed by the effect her fake moans were having under his pants. His shaft throbbed just at the thought of how she'd sound under him, desperate for him, craving for more, to the point of being unable to hold back all those same moans she was forcing to let out.

—I'm almost there.

Her voice sounded suffocated -something that didn't really surprise him by the cardio she was doing up there.

—Almost where? —he inquired, unable to hold back the comment.

Those words resonated in her eardrum, making her slow on the way she moved the headboard and slowing her jumps.

That damned hole made it seem as if the annoying prick of her neighbor was in the same room.

—To the ceiling? I bet if you jump a little bit higher you'll make it —he mocked her.

Y/n slowly turned, looking over her shoulder and losing balance, falling back on the bed, when she spotted Jungkook leaning against the door frame while she felt her face breaking down along with a short scream that came from the deepest part of her throat.

—Next step the Olympics —his thumb raised, along with that mocking smile on his face.

—How did you get in here? —she spoke so fast he barely caught up with what she said.

That wasn't really the main worry in her brain, but she needed something to hide the fact that she was deeply embarrassed.

—The real question is: what was that? —Jungkook giggled, moving his finger in the air to point out what he had witnessed.

—No, the real question is: do you know you're committing a crime by breaking into my house?

Her position quickly changed from that weird pose she was left at after falling to being kneeling on the bed in a defensive way.

—The door was open —Jungkook pointed back at him.

—It's still housebreaking, you dumbass.

But he wasn't intimidated by her, who would be at that moment?

Jungkook ignored her, crossing his arms over his chest while his head tilted to the side, looking down at Y/n with a funny look that ran over her body.

—Don't switch the topic, 3A. Were you trying to make me jealous?

Y/n could only scoff at that question, not even understand how his brain worked to get to that conclusion.

—Do you even hear yourself when you speak?

—Ah, sorry. Could be my ears are still ringing by those moans.

As Jungkook laughed, Y/n got the closest thing she had to her, which unfortunately was a pillow -she hoped the charger or something that was thrown at his head would actually split it open. And, even then, he caught it before it could even reach his face, peeking his head over it to keep teasing her.

—I swear if you don't leave my apartment in five seconds, I will...

—What? Will you send me to the moon with those Bugs Bunny jumps?