YEARNING DESIRE | jikook

hello neighbor

It's been a rough week.

It's been a very rough week for Jimin.

He feels like his insides are burning with lava, his head is spinning like a carousel and his ears are red with anger, there's almost smoke coming out of them. He feels like he will explode any moment now.

He throws his stuff in his bag quickly as he gets ready to leave. Throwing the bag over his shoulder, he exits the building.

He gets in his car, angrily, slamming the door once he's inside. Who even is Doyoung to tell him how to do his job?! He's been working for this company for over three years, he doesn't need Doyoung who's been working for less than two weeks there to tell him what to do! He didn't even do anything wrong! Okay, maybe he made a small mistake with the files but that's normal. People make mistakes. All the time. Give him a break!

He sighs and grips the stirring wheel tightly, lowering his forehead on it for a moment to try and calm his nerves.

He returns back to his beloved home after a quick stop at the grocery store for some essential stuff.

As he exits his car, he grabs all the plastic bags from the backseat. The last thing he wants to do is take a second trip to get the rest of the bags so he manages to hold all five of them in both his hands. Or at least he thinks so. On his second step, he manages to trip over and fall on his knees, one bag escaping from his hands and falling on the ground with force.

And, of course, out of all the bags that could fall, it's the one with the eggs in it. Jimin looks down to see some of the eggs broken on the concrete floor and other ones being cracked, only three of them managing to survive this tragedy.

"Fuck", he curses his clumsy self and groans at the mess he just created.

He's been so caught up in his own world that he didn't notice his neighbor running towards him with a worried expression on his face.

Jimin looks up and chokes on his own saliva at the sight of his next door neighbor, Jeon Jungkook, who was standing before him, shirtless but also drenched in sweat, the grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips being the only clothing on him, except his shoes. His eyes follow the tattoos all over his body, starting from his right arm to his stomach and back up to his chest. His silver nipple piercings shine under the sunlight in a way that has Jimin swallowing audibly.

Jimin realizes that he's now on his knees, in front of his extremely attractive neighbor who also happens to be his crush.

Well, this is interesting.

He tries his hardest to hide his smirk and tries to get up but his knees give up on him and he's ready to fall back on the ground but two strong, harsh hands on his waist hold him up before he even manages to hit the floor.

Fuck, abort abort abort.

Jimin looks up to meet Jungkook's eyes, his pupils are dilated so much, his glare is so intense and striking and full of lust, it has Jimin shivering visibly. Jungkook stares down at Jimin like a predator watching its prey.

"Are you okay?", his sudden question takes Jimin off guard, bringing him back to reality.

He clears his throat, "Oh.. um.. yeah, I'm fine. These eggs aren't, though", he says as he stares down at the cracked eggs on the floor. He sighs.

Jungkook chuckles lowly and Jimin thinks it's the most attractive laugh he's ever heard. "It's always the one with the eggs", Jungkook says and lets go of Jimin's waist to grab the bag off of the floor, handing it to Jimin afterwards with a sweet smile on his face. Jimin already misses his warm touch, his addictive stare. He feels cold under the flaming sun. He wants him.

"Yeah, sadly. Well, I don't like eggs that much anyway", he tries to make it seems as if it's okay and returns Jungkook a smile. "What were you doing, though? You're covered in sweat", he says as he shamelessly runs his eyes down Jungkook's muscular body. He bites his lip and when he realizes he's been staring for too long, he snaps his head back up to see a small smirk grow on Jungkook's lips. Fuck.

"I went for a quick run, been getting out of shape lately", he crosses his arms around his chest.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, "This is out of shape?", he points at Jungkook's body, "If that's out of shape then you don't wanna see me", he chuckles.

He gulps when Jungkook doesn't laugh, but stares at Jimin's lips longingly, that same lustful stare from before returning on his face. "Maybe I do".

Jimin freezes in place, his blood feels like it stopped running in his veins and his heart is about to burst out of chest. He can feel his cheeks burning, his face is now red from embarrassment but also arousal. All he can do is stare wide-eyed at Jungkook with a stupid look on his face, the playful look in Jungkook's eyes only making the situation worse. He can feel his cock getting excited in his pants and he decides that it's time to leave.

"I-I have to.. um.. water the plants so.. I'll see you around", he stutters and runs in the building before Jungkook can even answer.

He doesn't even have plants, he's the worst at taking care of them. As soon as he enters his apartment, he exhales heavily, breathless after running up the stairs to avoid getting in the elevator with Jungkook.

Fuck this dude. Fuck his perfect body, fuck his warm bunny smile, fuck his soft hair, fuck his tattoos and piercings, fuck him for making Jimin feel like this. Literally, fuck him.

Jimin wishes.