1:02 A.M |vkook

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[jungkook]

The images of the guy holding his hand flashed through my head. Was my neighbor really gay? I mean  I knew I was but, he just seemed too straight to be gay. The guy could've took advantage of him, I mean he was drunker than ever.

"Whatever he gets himself into is not my bus-" I was in mid sentence when a knock on my door was made. I walked towards the peep hole and saw a blob of purple hair. The hair moved back and revealed a dark brown eye.

I opened the door and saw Taehyung, his mouth was open as he just stared at me. I couldn't help but stare at his lips. They were nice to look at.

"Jungkook? Right?" My neighbor was now in my face, he smiled as I pushed him away, embarrassed. I pushed my head down as I felt my cheeks getting hotter by the second.

"What do you want?" I said it quickly, but it came out meaner than I thought it would. He pouted towards me then smiled.

"I have a really bad hangover and I don't have aspirin." He said, rubbing his head and acting like it hurt badly. "Can I use some of yours?"

I nodded and told him to wait at the door so I can go get it. I headed straight towards my bathroom and came back out to see him sitting on my couch.

"Yah! What do you think you're doing?" I crashed the bottle of aspirin down on the counter and quickly walked towards him. "I said wait by the door, not oh hey come on in." I leaned in closer, furious at him. "You should know better than to come into someone's house without permission. Don't you know how ru-"

"Don't you know how rude it is to say 'yah' to your elders?" Taehyung merged a smirk on his face as he stood up. "Don't you know you should figure out what year someone's born before you use informal words?"

I backed away and looked him in the eye. "What year were you born?" I crossed my arms, knowing he couldn't be my elder. "1995." I widened my eyes as I just realized that this immature man was my elder. He walked to the counter where the pills were and popped out two. He swallowed them, walking towards me after.

He stood right in front of me, grabbing my head. He moved our faces close to where our lips had touched. I pushed him off of me and held my lips as if I wanted to take that kiss back. This is the second time he's kissed me, but this time he wasn't drunk.

"Get out my house!" I shouted and pushed him out my door. I slammed it and leaned my back on it.

Why does this guy keep bothering me?