Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

18

You step into your apartment with a heavy sigh, the weight of the week settling on your shoulders. It's been an absolute whirlwind—Ralph Lauren was hit with accusations of plagiarism for selling a product that allegedly copied traditional Mexican indigenous designs. And to make matters worse, the claims turned out to be true, although unintentional. The item had never been approved for sale and should have been pulled months ago. Ralph himself, upon realizing it had slipped through, immediately ordered its removal and issued a public apology. But somehow, the product was still being sold online for hundreds of dollars.

As the brand manager, the fallout landed squarely on your shoulders. The days that followed were a blur of damage control—nonstop meetings, phone calls, drafting statements, and fielding media inquiries. Ralph's public apology helped, but the scandal caught fire, and even Mexico's first lady publicly criticized the brand. The company was at the center of a media storm, and you were at the front lines trying to manage the crisis.

Now, with the crisis somewhat under control, you finally step into the quiet of your apartment, but peace is the furthest thing from your mind. You're utterly exhausted—mentally, and emotionally. And as you stand there in silence, the only thing you want is to see Jungkook.

It's been nearly a week since you've spent time with him. The last time you saw him was on Sunday morning before you were called into the office to deal with the mess. He's texted you a few times since, asking how you were doing, and checking in, but your replies had been brief. You barely had the energy to string together more than a sentence or two before getting pulled into another call or meeting. You hope he understands. But still, a pang of guilt settles in your chest. You miss him.

You miss the easy comfort of his presence—the way he would simply sit with you, no questions asked, when you needed to unwind. The way his voice would soothe you after a long day, his gentle teasing that always managed to pull a smile from your lips, even when you were dead tired. And more than anything, you miss his touch. The way his arms would wrap around you, grounding you, reminding you that no matter how chaotic the world outside was, you had this space of calm with him.

It's more than just a craving for physical closeness. You miss the way he made everything feel lighter. You find yourself longing to bury your face in his chest, feel his hand gently running through your hair, and hear his soft murmurs of reassurance as the tension melts from your body.

As you lean back against the door, you realize just how much you've missed him—not just his touch or his presence, but him. You want to talk to him, to tell him how crazy your week has been, to listen to him laugh and maybe even tease you for working too hard. More than anything, you just want to be near him, to feel that sense of safety and comfort that only he seems to bring.

Tossing your heels into the corner of the closet, you strip off your clothes and step into the shower. The hot water cascading down your skin helps wash away some of the tension, but you can't stop thinking about him. You hope this weekend will be different—that the storm at work has finally passed, leaving you free to spend time with him. Maybe, just maybe, you'll find the right moment to confess your feelings. It's been so long since you've fallen in love, but this time feels different. It feels real, and you can't shake the feeling that this love could be the one that lasts.

Wrapping a towel around yourself, you slip into your underwear, feeling too tired to bother with anything more. You reach for your robe, tying it loosely, knowing that dressing up feels unnecessary—you'll be shedding these clothes soon enough if everything goes the way you hope.

Without a second thought, you head for Jungkook's apartment. You know his door is always open for you, a silent invitation to walk in whenever you want. As you twist the knob, it clicks open easily, and you step inside, already feeling more at ease. The faint sound of his voice makes your heart flutter with excitement pulling you toward his office.