one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.
You take the morning off to run errands for your upcoming birthday extravaganza. And you're struggling to hit the lock button on your keypad while holding a heavy box of birthday decor.
When you finally hear the whirring of the lock and chime, you turn around, bumping into someone, dropping your box, and knocking over a handful of books.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," you say, quickly picking up as many books as possible, and he picks up your birthday decor.
The man reaches for the pink heart-shaped sunglasses and other pink-colored decor. "Someone must be celebrating big," the man's dimpled smile displayed.
Your fingers accidentally touch his when you switch his books for your decor. You clear your throat, trying not to ogle the man. "Um, yeah, it's for my birthday."
He perks up. "Oh?" He flashes a thin smile. "Happy birthday."
A breath gets caught in your throat, and you struggle to get any words out. "Uh, my birthday is actually on Saturday," you finally croak out. "But, you must be my new neighbor."
"Yeah, I'm Namjoon. I just moved in this past weekend."
Oh, this is bad. Really bad.
He's tall, has beautiful tanned skin and blonde hair, and you could live in his dimples.
"It's–it's nice to meet you."
"Sorry about bumping into you, and it's nice to meet you too. I hope you have a good birthday," he says before picking up one last book on the ground.
"Are you doing anything this weekend? You can come if you want."
After you ask, you want to kick yourself in the bum. Inviting a man you just met. What if he's a weirdo? But how can he be if he's reading 'A Bigger Message Conversations with David Hockney.' You may have managed to peek at one of his books.
"Oh, no," he shakes his head. "I wouldn't want to intrude."
"You're not intruding! I'm inviting you, and you can't say no to the birthday girl," you tease, adjusting the box in your arms.
A low chuckle escaped his lips. "You're right. It'd be messed up to say no to the birthday girl."
"So, you'll come?" you ask, and a smile grows from ear to ear.
He nods. "Yeah, I'll come."
The two of you exchange information before you leave to finish your errands. You're beaming down the street while carrying your box of decor.
You didn't expect to find someone cute and endearing so quickly. And you're surprised he said yes to your party. Maybe he's new in town and wants to make friends. It would be a good way for him to get acquainted, and a part of you hoped you'd keep bumping into him in the halls.
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