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June 8th, 2023
7 am

Currently, I'm running on caffeine, a shit ton of Monster energy, a hefty amount of sarcasm, and a fuck load of filthy thoughts about my peckerheaded neighbor who's more attractive that he ought to be.

Jungkook (I had been getting used to calling him that to annoy him), had been acting...really, really, REALLY fuckin' weird. To the point where it even worried me ( and it took a lot for me to worry about that fuckhead ).

Maybe he's sick? Mentally sick? Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't immediately go to that conclusion unless it was my last option. I have the nearest nut house on speed dial.

But how the fuck else was I supposed to react when he's being...nice? To me? The world must be ending, because after that night I had gotten his government name...well, he hadn't been so snappy or annoyed by me...especially when he knew I was trying to get him angry on purpose.

Don't believe me?

Example Number One; Yesterday he caught me adding red hair dye in his shampoo and didn't yell at me. ( I should've been quicker ). The only thing he had done was fuckin' smile, had he ever really smiled at me before? And then proceeded to ruffle my hair, no, I'm NOT kidding by the way, and ushered me out of the bathroom.

He's unwell, don't you see??

And if example number one wasn't enough to convince your blind asses, then example number two will.

*Ahem*

Example Number Two; are you guys ready for this one? ( i think the fuck not but I'll tell you anyway )

So yesterday when I was doing my daily annoy Jungkook task, well I didn't really get to do it because when I entered the room, after not seeing him for the entire day, he complimented me. COMPLEMENTED. That ain't Jungkook. He's been taken over by a robot, an alien, or fuck, maybe even fucking casper.

Being the awkward fuck I was whenever I was compliment, I simply replied with a quick, 'Happy-fuckin'-birthday' before I scattered. He was even...smiling nicely.

Smiling really suited his face, and made those perfect lips stand out even more. Good god, I was even imagining what it would feel like to kiss him.

Yeah, something was really wrong with him. And me. Maybe I needed to sign the both of us in the asylum.

During my inner monologue, the man I had been obsessively thinking over entered the room bright and early on a stupid Monday – looking like he had been up for hours.

"Princess." he greeted, breathing heavily as sweat shined on his golden toned skin. I swallowed dryly, eyes scanning him up and down hungrily when a sleepy yawn left my lips. "Why are you up so early?" he asked, snatching a small hand towel from the back of the couch and patting the sweat off his face.

Fuck – what I wouldn't give to be able to lick that off those perfect fuckin' abs–

"Princess?" that nickname never failed to make my heart flutter inside my chest – which shocked the fuck out of me. What the heck was happening to me?

"Yo." I greeted dryly, pretending my fuckin' cheeks wern't red as fire as he caught me, AGAIN, ogling and drooling over him.

Jungkook slightly smirked and hung the towel around his thick muscular neck and stood in front of me, massive body, heavily inked, gleaming golden skin for my eyes to feast upon. He was only wearing a pair of gray sweats, but the fabric clung so perfectly to those thighs–those thighs I'd like to ride– and even though his dick wasn't hard, his natural bulge made my eyes bulge.

Maybe that's the reason he always wears baggy pants...

Blinking slowly, I inspected the roses on his neck, the clock and tiger lily on his arm, and the Nirvana lyrics etched so perfectly on his pristine skin. Letting my eyes trail lazily upwards, I let my eyes run over the dark freckle underneath his plump double pierced bottom lip, to the scar on his cheekbone, and I let myself wonder how he had gotten it. And then, finally, I looked into his eyes, which always expressed his feelings.

"See something you like?" he purred, squatting in front of me so I could make direct eye contact with him. I cocked a brow – internally panicking – and swallowed.

"Yeah, you drinking that?" I asked, chin jerking to the cup of coffee in his hands.

Jungkook snorted, "No shit." he said, standing back to his feet and sipping on the coffee, staring into my eyes the entire time. I fucking loathed the way that beaver nugget made my heart pound and butterflies erupt in my tummy.

"So what's gotten you up so early?" he asked, grunting when he plopped down on the sofa a foot away from me.

"I wouldn't be caught dead waking up this early if Sawyer wasn't coming home today."

Jungkook's hand froze as he was bringing the mug to his lips. Cup lingering in the air, he looked at me.

"He's coming today? He asked, lips thinned and an edge to his voice. I furrowed my brows, thankful that he's acting somewhat normal now so I didn't have to make a call to the nearest psychiatric asylum.

"Yup." I returned, "He's coming to pick me up in a few. That bitch woke me up by calling my phone fifteen times before I woke up."

Jungkook only watched me; mug now sitting, forgotten, on the small table beside the arm of the couch. He chewed at his lip piercings and something that was akin to sadness and then resolve flashing within the dark depths of his soul eyes.

"Well," he cleared his throat roughly, eyes turning cold – much like the time when I had first met him. His body tensed when I faced him with a 'what-the-fuck-is-happening-' look. "You better get dressed then."

"Huh?" Damn I was about to fall asleep again until he woke me up.

"Don't want to keep your little boyfriend waiting now, would we?" Jungkook sneered, switching moods faster than a bitch PMSing.

I jerked back, biting down on my tongue until I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as I watched him glaring at me like he wanted to fuckin' take me out of this world with his bare hands...and maybe run me over with his hot merceades while he was at it.

Boyfriend? The FUCK he talkin' about?

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head and got up from the couch and stormed into the kitchen. I watched after him, momentarily stuck speechless when I heard the loud bangs of pans hitting against one another.

Bam whimpered sadly and jumped up on the couch beside me to lay his head on my lap.

"What's wrong with ole' beaver nugget, Bammy?" I cooed, stroking the top of his soft head. Bam nosed along my shirt, sniffing. And for the first time in my life; I wished that fuckin' animals could speak and tell me what the fuck's wrong with Jungkook.

(I was worried, but I refused to admit it. I was also oblivious but that I would admit.)

"Well," I clapped my hands, mustering a grin for Bammy as I ran my fingers down his back, "You know what they say; the only thing worse than a fuckin' women on her period is a man on his. And Jungkook apparently just came in."

While I was pondering what the fuck was wrong with my nutty neighbor, he stormed right back out of the kitchen, coldly ignoring my entire existence.

I fuckin' hated to admit that it hurt my feelings. So I wouldn't (even though it did).

Why was he so mad? It put a damper on my mood like a bitch slap to the face.

Pausing on the stairs, Jungkook clenched his jaw and refused to look at me. The fucker didn't even turn his head when he started to speak.

"I'm leaving so make sure you lock up the house. I don't know when I'll be back." he said before he was out of sight.

The feeling of my stomach sinking made my jaw clench.

Well, well, well, I got a pretty good idea of what he's gonna be doing tonight.

And to think I was starting to like him.

At least that K-pop star Sawyer was so obsessed with wouldn't treat me like this.
I fuckin' knew I should've stayed in bed.

A loud scoff left my lips (why the fuck am I scoffing so fuckin' much?) and I crossed my arms over my chest, a big pouty pout forming on my lips.

Guess it's about time to crank out the ole's trusty ear plugs again, eh?

And to think I was gonna be on my best behavior today and grant him the biggest fuckin' honor of all by meeting my best friend.

Men are so weird.

a/n ; TWO UPDATES! woohoo! the plot is FINALLY plotting now!

IMPORTANT ; Would you prefer for it to be REALLY slow burn, slow burn, or let's just see how it turns out?