Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

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"This isn't college, Y/N. You can't just hang his photo on Twitter and say, 'Be careful, girls, this guy has AIDS'. We're grown adults," Mila said, responding to your plans for revenge against your neighbor. Her voice carried a tone of reason and exasperation, hoping to steer you away from your impulsive idea.

"Why not? I'm pretty sure it's true. I've seen at least ten different girls come to his apartment ever since he moved in," you replied, pacing back to your closet. You had just returned from grabbing lunch, and your friends were here to help you pick out an outfit for the spring/summer show at your workplace, Ralph Lauren. Fashion wasn't just your job; it was your passion, your lifeblood, and every event felt like a critical moment in your career.

"That's unfair. He could easily say the same about you," Lana pointed out, causing you to gasp dramatically.

"How dare you!" you exclaimed, standing with your hands on your hips and a hurt look in your eyes. "It's not the same. He's a guy. They always try to take advantage of girls and have unprotected sex. And judging by his looks, I'm sure girls even ask him to do it."

"Yeah, she's sure because she would do the same if she had the chance," Lana teased, her words punctuated by the sound of a high-five shared with Mila. Their playful banter left you feeling even more offended.

"Of course not! I hate that guy with every bone in my body," you retorted, your voice filled with indignation as you turned away to bring the clothing rack so you could look at potential outfits. The delicate hangers clinked softly as you wheeled the rack closer. Before you could reach the bedroom, however, someone was knocking on your door frantically. "Oh god, I'M COMING!" you shouted, rushing to the door and quickly closing your silk robe, as you were only wearing underwear, ready to try on some outfits.

When you opened the door, you found the last person you wanted to see today. Jeon Jungkook stood there, looking incredibly attractive in his black armored biker jeans, a loose black shirt that accentuated his biceps, and black combat boots. His dark hair fell in soft waves over his forehead, giving him a rugged yet effortlessly cool look. You couldn't help but mentally note, "HOT, HOT, HOT but also annoying, ANNOYING, ANNOYING, ANNOYING."

The sight of him made your heart skip a beat, even as your frustration with him bubbled to the surface. His presence was both infuriating and intoxicating, a dangerous combination that only added fuel to the fire of your complicated feelings towards him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, holding your robe tighter, suddenly feeling naked under his gaze. The air around you seemed to thicken, your heart racing as his eyes roved over you with an intensity that made you both furious and flustered.

"As kind as always," he said, a fake smile on his face, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah, you brighten my days so much, that's why I'm always so nice to you," you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a veneer of control despite the chaotic swirl of emotions inside you.

"I just realized that every single time you look at me, you roll your eyes. Careful, I might make you roll your eyes for another reason one of these days," he laughed at your annoyed expression, stepping closer until the heat of his body was palpable. "Maybe even scream my name," he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. The proximity of his lips to your skin made your breath hitch.

"Yeah, you wish," you tried to sound unaffected, but your tone betrayed your desire, quivering with a mixture of anger and something more primal.

"That's not what I noticed last night, baby," he said, his body suddenly too close to yours, his hand playing with the knot of your robe. His fingers grazed your skin, and you could only stare at him, your senses overwhelmed by his presence. His breath was warm against your neck, intoxicatingly close.

You tried to gather your thoughts and push your horniness aside, pushing his hands away from your body. "What do you want?" you asked him, almost whispering, your voice barely steady.

"Right now? I want to get rid of this robe to see what's under it," he said, grabbing your waist with one hand and starting to undo the knot of your robe with the other. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of desire through you, making it hard to think straight.

With the little strength you had left, you pushed his hands away, unsure whether you wanted him to undress you or if you wanted to maintain what little dignity you had and reject him. "Why did you come to my door? I'm asking you seriously, why are you here?" you asked, and you could see confusion growing on his face as he stood still, looking at you. The intensity of his gaze softened momentarily, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

"Uh... This package was in my package locker," he said, picking up a box from the floor and handing it to you. The abrupt shift in his demeanor left you momentarily speechless.

"Thank you. Anything else?" you asked, your voice firmer now, and he opened his mouth but closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words. "Nothing? Alright, bye," you said, closing the door in his face with a sense of finality. As you turned around, you noticed your friends were snooping, their curiosity barely concealed.

"Really, guys?" you said, annoyed, throwing the box on the couch with more force than necessary. The sound echoed in the room, underscoring your frustration.

"Did you just reject a hot guy?" Lana asked, surprised, as if this had never happened before - and it hadn't. Her eyes were wide, and she looked at you as though you had grown a second head.

"I didn't reject a guy, I rejected my enemy," you told her, walking back to your bedroom. The lingering sensation of Jungkook's touch still buzzed on your skin, a reminder of the tension between you. Your mind raced with conflicting emotions—part of you regretting the rejection, another part steadfast in your resolve.

As you entered your bedroom, the familiar sight of your fashion pieces calmed you. You needed to refocus on what truly mattered—your career, your passion, and not let Jungkook's infuriatingly attractive presence derail you. But as you began sorting through the outfits, a small part of you couldn't help but replay the encounter, wondering what it would be like if you had let him stay.