Jeon Jungkook Imagines

❥ The Neighbor Upstairs ❥ Pt. 3

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You feel lightheaded all of sudden...

And your eyes widen, feeling liquid drop to your palm. 

It's red...like blood.

Because it is blood. 

"Y/n-- your nose!" Jimin runs and gets your tissue box, grabbing a handful of tissues and shoving them in front of your face. You say a quick 'thank you' and shove them up your nostrils. "You okay?" Jimin asks. You nod, "Just a lot of shit going on, you know?" You sit down on your couch. "Uh...by the way...about that kiss..." You look away from Jimin, hiding your flushed face. He was hoping you wouldn't bring it up. "I-i l-like you b-but it's just...I feel like I'm not the one for you...instead, it's someone else." Jimin gulps and chews on his tongue. You look at him. "Who?" You ask him. 

"Jungkook."

Your face is red once again. "J-jimin-- I...I...Kookie?" You are at loss with words. He nods, his beautiful smile slowly appearing. "I know when you like someone, Y/n. Let's just face it, you two were meant to be together. You left him as a child and years later he's your upstairs neighbor." Jimin tells you. Jimin is right. Why else would you be dreaming about him non-stop? 

"I have to go since it's close to dinner time. Call or text me if you need stop advice or help." Jimin pulls you up and hugs you. You smile and hug him back. You watch as he leaves and once he does, you sigh and go into your room.

You throw away the tissues you stuffed up your nose and Holding the childhood picture of you and him, you mumble something. I've missed you. You place the picture down and look at yourself in the mirror. 

Should I? 

No...

But he's done it twice so far so it's fine.

Right?

Uh..right...

Taking the picture again, you put it in your pocket and walk to your kitchen and slide open the balcony door that is located a couple feet away from the countertop. You roll your eyes at yourself for not remembering to lock your balcony door. You wouldn't be in this mess. It's also a good thing though! You quietly groan and brush off those pesky thoughts. Each step you take, your heart beats faster. When reaching his apartment's balcony door, you take a deep breath in and out. You grab the door handle. Half of you hopes that it's locked and the other doesn't. 

You slightly tug at it and...

It's open.

You chew on your tongue and let yourself in, quietly closing the balcony door. He's not in the kitchen, nor living room. You walk down his hallway and you hear faint noises from a tv when walking to a white colored door. This must be his room. You don't really know how you've made it this far from not dying and being herd by him. Maybe he's asleep? Who knows. You gulp nervously and just stare at the door, listening to whatever commercial/advertisement is playing on his tv. You can't just stand there all day--

Footsteps.

The doorknob turns.

The door opens, revealing him.

And you?

You stop breathing.