Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

9

You're at your apartment doing yoga—yes, now you do yoga, anything to distract yourself from your crazy libido. The window is open to let in some fresh air when you hear the familiar roar of a motorcycle. Jungkook is home. After an entire hour of being able to forget about him, the sound of his bike pulls him right back into your thoughts. You stand up to close the window, glancing down to see he arrived alone today. He's wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, yet somehow he looks incredibly tempting.

You walk back to your yoga mat and sit, trying to focus. It's hard to concentrate since it's summer, and closing the window has turned your apartment into an oven. Frustrated, you head to your closet, searching for an old fan Lana's mom gave you when they helped you move in and realized how hot your apartment could get.

Plugging in the fan, you sit back on your mat, enjoying the cool breeze. Finally, you begin to relax again and focus on your breathing. Slowly, you start to forget about your problem, inhaling and exhaling deeply. You focus on your happy place, just as your therapist suggested. It's working. You feel your body relax, and then suddenly, the air from the fan stops. You open your eyes to complete darkness and scream, realizing you've lost power. What the fuck?

You scramble to find your phone and turn on the flashlight. You don't have any candles, lamps, or anything for situations like this, and you hate being in the dark. Checking your phone, you see you're down to just ten percent battery. "Fuck," you mutter. You need to figure out what happened and find some candles or something to avoid being in complete darkness.

You grab your purse tightly and walk to your door. When you open it, there's someone standing right in front of you, making you scream and drop your phone.

"Hey, it's me," says the figure. You look up, and the lamp on your phone, now on the floor, illuminates the face of the person in front of you: Jungkook.

"God, you scared me! I thought it was a serial killer or something," you say, bending down to grab your phone as he chuckles.

"I heard you scream. I thought something happened to you," he shrugs. You feel your body start to sweat, blaming it on the summer heat but knowing deep down it's because the object of your wet dreams is standing right in front of you.

"I'm fine. I just don't like being in the dark, not when I'm alone." You take a step out of your apartment and close the door. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to find some candles or something so I'm not in complete darkness."

"You can come to my apartment if you want. I have candles, and my place faces the side of the street that's actually nice and cool. It's quite comfortable there," he offers. You look up at him, realizing how dangerous this could be. You don't know if you can keep your hands off him. But on the other hand, you don't want to walk the dark streets alone, looking for candles at almost midnight.

"Alright, only while the power is out," you agree. He smiles, and you walk next to him.

"Yeah, don't worry. I wasn't planning on keeping you prisoner in my apartment." He unlocks his door and opens it. As you step inside, you realize he was right—it is nice here. Candles are placed all around, casting a soft, warm glow, and the open windows allow a cool breeze to flow through the space. The atmosphere is cozy and inviting.

"Your apartment is nicer than mine. I'm jealous," you say, looking around his well-decorated space. Jungkook tilts his head and laughs.

"Yeah, it had to be nice. I paid a lot for it," he replies, placing his keys in a bowl next to the door before walking to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, what do you have?" you ask, following him to the kitchen island. He looks around and opens the fridge.

"The options are whiskey and... wine. It's still cold, so it's a good option," he says, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.