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He is so hot. You kept these words to yourself, but there was no denying that your neighbor was good-looking. He was hot and he knew it. Sometimes you wondered if he would spend so much time outside just to torture you.
Not only was he hot, but he was good at everything you saw him do. Playing basketball, driving, carrying all of his groceries into the house at once. Hell, he was even good at getting the mail. Of course, he was also good at fixing cars. At this point, you wondered what he couldn't do.
Mustering up some courage to actually talk to him, you moved away from your living room window and walked out the door. The most you would usually say is a "Hey Jungkook, good morning." Even that normally ended up being just a mumble, because you could barely look him in the eyes while talking to him.
You turned back towards your door to ensure that you kept it unlocked so you could reenter your house, but by the time that you looked back at Jungkook's driveway, he was gone. The car was in the driveway, with its hood propped open still, and tools strewn about. Sadly, no hot neighbor.
Well, maybe he's inside his house, I'll knock on the door.
You were almost to his doorstep until you paused. You whispered to yourself, "Hey, Jungkook. How are you doing? You like doing stuff with cars?" You mentally slapped yourself, because you thought that just sounded stupid. "Ayy, Jungkook. You're pretty good with this kinda stuff, right?" That was worse. "Hi, Jungkook. Where'd you learn how to fix cars?"
"To answer your questions, I don't really like doing stuff with cars, but I'm not gonna pay for someone else to do something that I can do. Also, Google is a great resource," Jungkook called out from the doorway, where he now stood with the door wide open.
Well, that was embarrassing.
"Oh," you awkwardly breathed, "I just saw you from my window and I was wondering what you were doing."
"Uhuh..."
"So... You know... The weather, it's pretty hot right now," you said, fanning yourself with your hand.
"You're right," Jungkook agreed while pulling his white t-shirt over his head and tossing it off to the side. Two thoughts were going through your head. One, what idiot wears white while fixing a car. Two, is it bad that I can't stop staring at his chest? You expected yourself to blush at this, but you were just squinting at him.
"You... gonna get that shirt?" you asked.
"I'll just use it as a rag or something," he replied coolly while looking at you. Is he flirting with me? I look like a piece of trash right now.
"So are you like rich or some shit? Who uses a shirt as a rag for their car? I second guess myself when I buy three dollar t-shirts from the clearance section," you said while laughing. He did an odd half chuckle while walking back over to the SUV he was working on. He bent over to do some work under the hood, and continued as if you weren't even there.
Well, two can play that game. What game are we playing? I don't know, but I'm not winning and I don't like it.
