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You've never taken much notice your next door neighbour until he ropes you into a silly little competition. it's all fun and games... until he takes it too far, and the challenges become more and more intense, and you're not sure if you're playing any more...
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♤ 7,000 WORDS
♤ MATURE LANGUAGE | SMUT
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"Hey, can I wear this?"
Jimin had flung all of the clothes from my wardrobe onto my bed as he hunted for something to wear. Why my housemate couldn't wear his own clothes was beyond me, because I knew he had plenty - until I had visited his room and realised they were all in a pile on the floor.
Classic Jimin.
"Sure," I waved him off, not looking at whatever he was taking as I examined myself in the vanity mirror. I'd just finished my makeup, sitting in my robe as I prepared for this evening. Some of Jimin's friends from the art college we both attended were throwing a party, and I was going as Jimin's plus one - it was being hosted by the dance majors, and I was in the literature programme.
Jimin snuck up from behind me and planted a soft kiss on the top of my head. "You're the best. Yoongi will die when he sees me in this."
I giggled, looking at the sheer shirt he had selected from my wardrobe. "Are you gonna wear anything under that?"
"Nope," he replied with a shit-eating grin.
I shook my head at him. "You're a little demon, Chim."
"That's the idea. Oh hey look, it's Jungkook. HEY JUNGKOOKIE!" Jimin shouted at the top of his voice at the window, nearly bursting my eardrums.
"Yah!" I chided him, smacking his arm. "He can't hear you, dumbo! He's in a different house."
Jimin walked up to the large bay window in my bedroom. It was definitely my favourite feature of this room, a huge window taking up most of the wall, and I had arranged the rest of the room around it, placing my desk right underneath it and my bed facing it. Every house on this street had a room like this on the side of the house, facing the house neighbouring it.
And in the neighbouring house, Jeon Jungkook had managed to bag the equivalent room, meaning his room looked directly into mine.
Jimin banged on the glass gently. "JUNGKOOKIEEEE!" he screeched, and I tutted again.
