Stupid Hot Neighbor | Jungkook x Reader

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The morning sun filters through your curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room as you stir awake. The weight of the previous night still lingers, the memories coming back in fragments—Jungkook's reassuring embrace, the comfort of his words, the way he looked at you, hopeful and patient. Your heart flutters, but a small voice inside keeps reminding you: there's still work to be done, walls to tear down, both yours and his.

You take a deep breath, stretching and letting yourself settle in the quiet of your own space. It feels strange, almost empty after being wrapped in his warmth, but it's exactly what you need—a reminder of why you're on this journey alone. You're rebuilding, slowly, and even though the path feels endless, this morning feels different, lighter.

A ping from your new phone breaks your thoughts. You glance at the screen to see a message from Jungkook:

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

You smile, replying quickly. "Yeah, I did. I think I'll go into work today."

There's a brief pause before his response comes through.

"I know I promised to give you space, and I mean it... but let me take you to work? Just want to know you're safe."

His words warm you, filling you with a sense of care that feels steady. You pause, fingers hovering over the screen, caught between wanting to maintain your independence and the comfort his offer brings. After a deep breath, you type back:

"Okay. I'd like that."

A few minutes later, there's a gentle knock on your door, and when you open it, he's standing there, holding a coffee for you and a soft smile that feels reassuring. He hands you the cup, his eyes filled with a quiet warmth.

"Ready?" he asks, voice low and considerate, like he's trying not to overwhelm you.

You nod, taking a sip and letting the warmth seep through you. The walk to the elevator is silent, but in a way that feels calm rather than awkward. Once you're in the car, he keeps the music low, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you're okay.

As you approach your workplace, an unexpected pang of nervousness hits you. You don't know if it's because of the day ahead or the new layer of vulnerability you feel with Jungkook. He senses it and reaches over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

"I'm here if you need me. Just a call or a text away, alright?"

You nod, taking a deep breath as you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thank you... for everything."

As you gather your things, you glance over, intending to gently refuse his offer. "I can take a cab home, really," you say, trying to sound confident, though the thought of doing it alone sends a shiver through you.

Jungkook's expression softens, but there's a firmness in his tone that makes you pause. "I'm not asking, Yn. I want to be here for you. I'll pick you up and make sure you get home safe."

You can tell he means it. And suddenly, the weight of trying to do everything alone feels a little lighter, knowing he's willing to share it.

"...Okay," you murmur, feeling both grateful and a little unsteady. "I'll call you when I'm done."

He nods, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Good."

Jungkook's smile lingers as he leans closer, his gaze soft and unwavering. But just as he's inches away, he freezes, his expression shifting as he catches himself. You watch him, confused, your heart racing as you wonder what he was about to do.

He glances away, as if grounding himself, and then gently takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. His breath brushes your skin as he places the lightest kiss on your palm, a touch so tender it sends a warmth straight to your chest. When he looks up, there's a vulnerability in his eyes, a silent promise wrapped in the gentleness of that single gesture.