Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

13

Once inside your apartment, you walk to your bedroom to prepare the bathtub but stop in front of the mirror. Taking a look at yourself, you notice a few purple marks on the back of your thighs. They're faint but unmistakable, reminding you of the intensity of the previous night. You pull the shirt up a little and find more on your ass, tiny bruises that make you shake your head in amusement. Jungkook clearly took advantage of how drowned you were in lust last night and marked your whole body. You pull the shirt up further and see more marks around your waist, his possessiveness etched into your skin. God, he really did whatever he wanted with your body.

"Ugh, this boy," you say in an annoyed tone, but your smile says otherwise.

You put the shirt back down and look at yourself wearing his piece of clothing. The fabric drapes over your form, a stark reminder of his presence. Suddenly, a feeling of vulnerability fills your mind. You have never been like this with a man. You have never stayed the night, had breakfast together, or kept clothes, let alone gone out with him and his friends. The last time you were this vulnerable was back in college with your last boyfriend, and he broke your heart. You never thought you would get your heart broken, and that's when you decided you would never be vulnerable with a man again.

"This time is different," you tell yourself, but the words feel hollow. You know you have nothing to lose. This isn't a relationship. You're not exclusive, even when he said you're the girl he comes back to at the end of the day. You know damn well that his words are only that, and when this has to be over, it'll be over. That's why you decided not to make it an official relationship—to protect yourself from getting hurt. But even when you swear you have nothing to lose, you feel as if you will lose a lot.

Panic starts to build inside of you. Your chest tightens and your breath quickens. You can't be having these thoughts, not when you said you were mature enough to handle something like this.

"It's just sex," you try to calm yourself, reminding yourself of the simplicity of your not-labeled relationship with Jungkook. Even when you love hanging out with him, you can't allow yourself to complicate your life with love matters. And you're sure you don't have feelings for him. You just love the sex.

"I don't need this shit. I'm enjoying this and I'm gonna keep enjoying it until the last consequence," you shut the voice in your head and walk to your bathroom to take that goddamn bath you were about to take to relax before starting to panic about your life. The sound of the running water is soothing, and you focus on the rising steam, letting the heat seep into your muscles, pushing away the anxiety and grounding you in the present moment.

After getting the bathtub ready with warm water, salts, and almond body wash, you slide into the bubbly water with a contented sigh. "God, this is what I needed." The warmth envelops your sore body, soothing your muscles as you wash away the coconut oil still glistening on your skin.

Coldplay plays softly on your Echo, and you lay back in the tub, humming along to the familiar melodies. Jungkook's voice drifts into your thoughts, its sweetness still lingering in your mind. You marvel at how well he sings and consider asking him to perform a Coldplay song for you sometime.

Your eyes snap open as you realize you're thinking about him again. "Why am I thinking about him when I'm alone?" you mutter to yourself. You're supposed to be focusing on your own life, not daydreaming about him. He's probably engrossed in his meeting, not thinking about you every second.

You reach for the glass of wine you placed next to the tub, intending it to be a relaxing treat. But as your thoughts spiral, the wine becomes a stress reliever. One glass turns into two, then three, and before you know it, you've finished the whole bottle. Tipsy and slightly unsteady, you step out of the bath, wrapping a robe around your body.