The Guy Next Door | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

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[A/N] I won't even apologize for letting my mind wander too much, because let's be honest here: we all know you were waiting for this. And yes, before anyone asks, the counter was clean.
Enjoy.

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😏 SMUT WARNING 😏

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- So. Jimin, huh? – I said smiling to the phone, but knowing Eunji was aware of the banter.

- Well, it just happened. I bumped into him a month back, we went out, we talked. Yesterday we finally spend the night together and I'm like ...

- Eunji, I really don't want to know about that part. – I said, making her chuckle.

- Of course not. If I had a Jungkook for myself, I wouldn't either. – she joked. – But since Jeon is already taken, I'll settle for Park.

- Look at that. Eunji is in love. – I sang on the receiver, making her sigh.

- I might be. – she admitted, and then realized what she had said. – Oh. God. I'm in love, aren't I? Shit!

- That's bad? – I asked, completely confused by her reaction.

- It's too soon! I just met the guy! I mean ... Oh, crap. This is a disaster. Isn't it?

- Don't ask me. I think I fell for Jungkook the first time I saw him. – I said, but then remembered how rude he had been on our first encounter. – Scratch that. I fell for him the second time.

- What?

- Never mind. – I answered, chuckling to myself.

- Honey, I'm home. – called Jungkook from the door, making me smile at his voice.

It was his personal joke, to announce his entrance like that. But he thought it to be funny and it did make me smile. Who was I to say anything?

- Eunji, I have to go. – I mumbled to my friend, turning on the stool I was sitting at to look at my boyfriend and smile at him.

- Oh, boyfriend in the house. – she said, probably smirking. – I have to go get ready, anyway. I have a date.

- Right. A date with mister Park Jimin.

- Shut up, Hana. – she stated, chuckling right after. – See you.

- Bye.

As soon as I put the phone down, a warm form hugged me from behind, nuzzling my neck and giving me a kiss right below my ear. Jungkook always did that. It was almost like he needed to scent me to be sure it was really me.

In return, I melted against him, because what else could I do? Whenever the man touched me, my brain turned to mush, my senses lost track of time and all I could focus on was him.

Like a moth to the flame, I had absolutely no defenses against him. I didn't want any. Being in his arms was the best thing in the world, my safe place. I could feel how much he loved me by a mere touch, a simple question. By the unpretentious way he kissed my throat.

Okay, that wasn't so unpretentious after all.

- Did I hear you say Jimin's name? – he asked calmly, but I knew the subtle edge hidden in the tone.

Jealousy.

- Yeah, apparently Eunji and him are dating. Or something. – I explained. – She isn't a hundred percent sure about it.

- Oh, is that so?

- Uhum.

- I missed you. – he complained, sweeping all my hair to one side of my neck so he could have unlimited access to the other.