Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

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Here's a little present for Jungkook's birthday, hope you enjoy :)

"You look pretty already," Jungkook says lazily from your bed, watching you do your makeup. He's lying on his back, hands resting on his stomach, his feet playfully swaying like a kid.

"I know, just let me finish this, and we'll go," you reply, catching his patient yet restless expression. He closes his eyes, trying to keep calm, but you can tell he's losing patience.

After a few minutes, the soft sound of his snoring reaches your ears. You turn around and smile, knowing he must be exhausted. Last night was intense—your libido had been high, and you woke him multiple times for sex. Even half asleep, he'd grabbed your hips, bent you over, and fucked you as if it was the last time. While he's worn out, you feel refreshed—sex always makes you sleep deeply. Plus, Jungkook likes to do most of the work, so last night, you just had to arch your back and let him handle the rest.

"Jungkook, wake up, we need to go," you say softly, nudging his arm. He blinks his eyes open slowly.

"Can I get a kiss?" he mumbles with one eye open. You grin and lean down to kiss him.

"Alright, I'm ready," he says, standing up and following you to the door. Once outside, you both decide to walk, taking in the views of New York. The crisp morning air and the sights of the city streets fill you both with that familiar sense of wonder—there's something about the pavement jungle that you and Jungkook both love.

As you walk, Jungkook repeatedly tries to grab your hand, but you playfully hide it, acting as if you don't notice.

"Hey, come here," he says, pulling you close against his body and kissing you slowly. The warmth of his minty lips and the sunshine on your face makes the moment feel perfect. When he finally pulls back, he plants a soft kiss on your cheek and takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

For a brief moment, panic flashes through you. Walking the streets of New York hand in hand with him feels so new, and the stares from girls passing by stir a protective feeling in you. But when you glance at him, so relaxed and unbothered, you allow yourself to breathe. You relax too, taking in the moment.

Honestly, you're used to people noticing you, but now their attention is focused on him. It's no wonder: he's tall, his hair styled perfectly, muscles defined under that tight compression shirt, with a full tattoo sleeve to top it off. Honestly, if he weren't with you, you'd probably steal a glance at him too.

"What?" Jungkook asks, catching on to how you're scanning the area.

"Nothing... it's just... everyone's looking at you."

He looks around briefly, and a few people awkwardly avert their gazes. "Yeah... maybe 'cause I'm holding your hand." He shrugs it off, completely unfazed, and leans in to peck your lips. You swear you hear some disappointed "awws" from the onlookers.

Jungkook keeps walking, totally at ease, and after a few blocks, you start to adjust to the attention he draws. The walk to the museum is filled with light-hearted conversation, his occasional pecks making you feel like you might just look like a couple head over heels for each other. The thought makes you pause. Do you want that? You're still navigating your feelings, unsure if you should let whatever is growing inside of you bloom—afraid of what might happen if you confess, only to be rejected.

When you finally reach the museum, the atmosphere shifts. You both walk through the exhibition, taking in the art in silence. He keeps holding your hand, even though you know he doesn't fully understand the pieces. But his quiet support is clear: he's here for you, content to let you enjoy this without interruption.