This chapter will include offensive language and mild abuse.

Jungkook's POV:

I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I looked to my right and groaned when I saw Chungha wasn't there. I looked over at the clock, and it was 11:00 am. I nearly panic until I realize today is Saturday. I decided to get up anyway but came to a halt when I felt a certain stiffness between my legs. I looked under my sheets and sighed as I saw that Jk jr was wide awake too. Then I remembered the dream I had last night.

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"Ah~ ah~ s-slow down! It's t-too much!" The little blonde screamed as I rammed myself in and out of her tiny hole. I couldn't see her face, but I guess that's because I didn't get a good look at her. It looked like she had short hair, but I know it couldn't have been a guy. Not with curves like that.

"Take it, baby." Her fat ass jiggled as I pounded her from behind. There were tears in her eyes, but I showed her no mercy.

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"Fuck." I groaned as I rubbed my stiff member. Where is Chungha when I need her? I picked up my phone from the nightstand to call her when I saw that she already text me.

My Future Wife
Sorry I couldn't wake up with you. My agent called and said someone booked me for another shoot. I won't be back until dinner time. I love you, and I'll see you then.

Damn it. Guess I got to handle this the old-fashioned way. I finally got out of bed and went into the shower to do my business. It was still early when I got out, so I decided to go for a jog. I put on a white T-shirt, some black joggers, and my black mask so that no one would recognize me. One thing I hate the most about being famous is continuously being interrupted by fans who want autographs or photos. I didn't mind it at first, but now it's just annoying. I grabbed my earbuds and put on some music before heading out of the door.

I began jogging down the road, and curiosity got the best of me as I passed my new neighbors house. I looked over to see the truck was no longer there, but her driveway still contained a few boxes. Suddenly the door open and out walked the beautiful blonde I dreamt of last night.

Only now that I can see her face up close, I realized she isn't a she at all. What the fuck! Did I just fantasize about having sex with a fucking guy? No no. That can't be. I'm straight. I didn't realize I was staring until he called out to me.

    "Umm, can I help you?" He frowned. I came out of my trance and walked up to him.

    "Oh, sorry. My name is Jungkook. I live next door. I couldn't help but noticed that someone finally moved into this old place." I smiled at him, trying to act as normal as possible, and he smiled back. Even his smile is beautiful. What the fuck? I've never seen a guy look this feminine before in my life.

    "Hi, Jungkook. I'm Jimin, and yeah, I just moved in yesterday. It's nice to meet you." He shook my hand. I couldn't help but notice how tiny it was in comparison to mine. He's so delicate and small and fragile. It's so faggy.

    "Do you live alone, Jimin?" I asked as I sized him up.

    "I- I- uh" He looked as if he was debating, to tell the truth, or not.

    "Never mind. You don't have to answer that. I get it. I am a stranger."

    "Oh no, it's not that it just... yes, I do live alone if you're counting people, but if not, then no because I have a cat." He tripped over his words. His cuteness is so unnatural. "Although my boyfriend might be coming over a lot."

    "Boyfriend?" I blurted out unconsciously.

    "Uh, yeah. Is that an issue?" He tensed up.

    "Yeah, it is. I don't like fags." I scrunched up my nose. He looks so uncomfortable now. It's kind of funny.

    "Okay." He frowned. He looked like he didn't know how to respond.

    "Why the fuck are you even here in this neighborhood? You're kind isn't welcome here. Does the person who sold you this house know you're a homosexual?"

    "Someone left me this house — not that it's any of your business."

    "I don't think you understand. This is a gated community for people who want to start their lives and start families."

    "How do you know that I don't want to do that?"

    "What you start won't be a life or family. It'd be an abomination. I think I can speak for everyone here when I say we don't want you here." He backed away as I closed in on him—what a wimp.

    "I'm sorry you and 'everyone' feel that way, but I worked hard to get this house, so you and everyone else around here are just going to have to deal with it." He frowned while folding his arms in defiance.

    "Worked hard? Doing what? You said someone gave it to you... Oh, I get it. You're some kind of prostitute, aren't you?"

    "I beg your pardon." He scoffed.

    "Whatever. It doesn't even matter because you're not staying here." I stepped closer.

    "Maybe you missed the part where I said I'm not going anywhere. Deal with it." He stood profile to me, not backing down.

    "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." I looked down at his things and got an idea. "Is your faggy boyfriend coming now to help you with the rest of these boxes, or is that stupid cat going to pitch in." I motioned to the cat sitting lazily in the window. He looked there then looked back at me.

    "Hey, you can be rude to me, but do not be rude to my cat." He glared. "And neither. I'm gathering the rest." He walked over and tried picking up one of the larger boxes. It was then when I realized he was wearing shorts. Not just and shorts. Booty shorts. He bent over with his ass fully on display, and, damn. His ass was fat.  Shit. He's a guy. What the fuck am I thinking? I watched as he struggled to lift that box off of the ground.

    "What's the matter? You're faggy little arms failing you now?" I bit my lip to contain my laughter.

    "I'm fine." He didn't even spare me a glance. It annoyed me for some reason.

    "You sure, princess, because it looks to me like you're too weak." I stepped closer.

    "I said I'm fine, asshole." He shifted his body again to where his backside was facing me, and I rolled my eyes.

    "You bend over any further, and I'll be able to see your asshole... but that's what you want, isn't it? You little slut. You want me to see your little hole so that I'd want to pound it? Well, that's not going to happen. I'm not gay, so keep your faggy fantasies to yourself." He looked up at me in disbelief.

    "My fantasies? What the fuck are you talking about?" He leaned up and turned to face me again.

    "Your little gay boy fantasies that all the gay boys have. Always wanting to be fucked by every guy that you meet. It's not happening slut." I spat.

"Why don't you get the fuck out of here and go back to your fucking house?" He approached me with balled fists. It amused me.

    "Such foul words coming from such pretty lips," I smirked as his face turned redder.

    "I think you should leave. Now." He went back to his box and continued with his struggle as if he was trying to prove something. I chuckled.

"Now, what kind of neighbor would I be if I let you do this all by yourself, huh?" I said sarcastically as I maneuvered around him and picked up the heavy box.

"Hey, wait. Stop!" He protested as I took the box and tossed it down his driveway. All his shit came flying out all over his lawn. I didn't stop there, though. I grabbed a few of his other boxes and did the same. "Are you crazy!"

    "Yeah, and there's more where that came from if you don't leave this place."

"I'm not going to let you bully me out of my home."

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, huh? Someone as weak as you is no match for me."

"Try me. I dare you." He glared.

"You think you're tough. I should mess up that girly face of yours, and then you'll-"

Smack

It happened so fast. I grabbed my red cheek in shock. The bitch hit me. He actually hit me. Doesn't he know who I am? 

    "You were saying?" He crossed his arms and smirked at me.

    "That was a big mistake." I took my mask off and scowled at him. I was expecting some type of reaction now that he's seen my face but his expression stayed the same. "Don't you know who I am?" I frowned.

    "Should I?" He sassed, raising an eyebrow.

    "I'm Jeon Jungkook."

    "And I'm Park Jimin. Now that that's taken care of, will you leave?" I stood there, bewildered.

    "You really don't recognize me? Everyone knows me."

    "Not everyone. Maybe the police will recognize you. Should I call them and see?" He pulled his phone out, and I grabbed his wrist. "Get away from me!" He tried pulling away, but I was stronger. I twisted his body around into a back hug and held his arm down against his chest. "Stop it, or I'll scream." He squirmed so much that he dropped his phone.

    "Go ahead. No one's going to help you." I teased.

    "Let. Me. Go."

    "Or what? You gonna hit me again. Go ahead and try it."

    "Stop it!" He stomped on my foot, and I instantly crouched down in pain. Then he pushed me back and ran into his house.

"You fucking-" Just as I started to go after him, I heard my name being called.

"Kook? What are you doing?" I turned around and saw Taehyung getting out of his red Porsche in my driveway.

"Tae? Why are you here?" I limped over to him.

"I came to hangout. What's going on, and why are you limping?" He furrowed his brow.

"I tripped during my morning jog." I lied, and he chuckled.

"Better be careful. What if you fell on your face? It'd be hilarious, but your career would be over." He always teased me, saying my handsome face is what got me roles.

"Hey, I'm a great actor. I don't need my face to get a role." I retorted.

"Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that." He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Whatever." We made it to the front door and went inside. He followed me to the living room, and we sat on the couch next to the window. "So tell me. Why are you really here?"

"What do you mean? I already told you I came to hang out." I reasoned.

"Without calling first?" I cut my eyes at him suspiciously.

"Okay fine. I have a slight problem." He gave in.

"That makes both of us?" I said, annoyed.

"What's your problem?" He leaned in curiously.

"My problem is next door." I gestured my head towards my neighbor's house on the other side of the window.

"Is that why you were over there?"

"Yeah. A guy moved in next door."

"Is he noisy or something?"

"No, he's a fag."

"Okay, and?" He asked, wanting more information, but that should have been enough.

"Come on, Tae. You know I hate fags."

"Oh, right. How could I forget after what you did to Min Yoongi in high school?" He said, unimpressed.

"That little fairy deserved all that he got. At least he wasn't as much of a slut as this one. He walks around here in skimpy little shorts begging for attention." Right on cue, the little fag came out and started getting his stuff off of the ground. "There he goes now." We both watched as he looked around as if he was paranoid. The little punk must be scared of me. I chuckled to myself. "You see what I mean?"

    "That boy. He looks familiar." He squinted to get a better look.

    "You know him?" I became intrigued.

    "No. I just feel like I've seen him before."

    "Where?"

    "I'm not sure. How did he stuff get on the ground anyway?"

    "I threw it there," I smirked.

    "What? Why?" He looked back at me.

    "He was getting on my nerves." I took a moment to explain the whole situation to him.

    "Shit Kook. That was really childish." He scolded.

    "I don't care. He deserved it." I shrugged.

    "What if he actually calls the cops?"

    "He won't."

    "Are you sure about that?" He motioned over to the fag who was on the phone.

    "That bitch." I tried to stand up, Tae held me down.

    "Don't. You'll only make it worse."

    "I'll show him worse if the cops show up at my door." I gritted my teeth.

    "Just chill. We don't know for sure who he's calling."

    "I know who it better not be."

    "Let's just wait it out and see. In the meantime, I'll tell you about my issue."

    "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." I said, still watching the fag.

    "It's Irene. After she heard about your engagement with my sister, she's been talking nonstop about me proposing to her, and-" I tuned him out for the rest of it. I didn't mean to. I was just so caught up in what the fag was doing. About 20 minutes went by, and he cleaned up the last bit of his stuff when a black Jaguar pulled up in his driveway way.

(For those who don't know what that looks like.)

    I studied the fag's face, and he seemed excited. Shortly after, a tall, well-built man stepped out of the car. He was wearing a black long-sleeve turtleneck, with black slacks and black dress shoes. I could barely see his face because he also had a black cap and a black mask on. I could tell he had money by the silver Rolex he was wearing. I've got one just like it, but mines is better.

    "-ook. Jungkook!"

    "Yeah? What is it?" I answered, but my attention was still on the man in all black. I watched the little fag run up to him and fling his arms around the taller's neck. The man reciprocated by lifting him in his arms. I figured that must be the faggy boyfriend. I clenched my jaw. It was making me sick. I'd jump headfirst off of a bridge before I live next to this every day.

    "Are you even listening?" Tae scoffed.

    "Yes. Irene. Marriage. Not good. Etc. Anything else?" I asked with disinterest as I watched them go into his house. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

    "You know what. I'm just gonna go. You seem preoccupied."

    "I'm sorry, Tae. I don't mean to be. It's all because of-"

    "Because of the fag. I know." We got up, and I walked him to the door. "I'll text you later. Tell Chungha I said hi."

    "I will. Thanks for stopping by." He nodded and got into his car. I closed the door, but my mind was still on my neighbor. I started finding things to do around the house. I played some old video games and re-read some old scripts from movies I rejected, but nothing was working. After an hour or two, I decided to take a nap. I walked over to my side of the bed, and I saw something out of the corner of my eye outside of the window.

    It was the fag and the man in black. They were making out on his bed. It pissed me off. He really is a little slut. He was just flirting with me, and now he's with that guy. I still couldn't make out his face since his back was facing me. Soon their clothes started coming off, and I looked away. So they're just going to fuck, like nothing happened?

    I sat on the edge of my bed. My leg bounced the more I thought about it. It was taking everything in me not to go over there and kick both of their asses. Suddenly I heard the bedroom door opened. I turned my head, and Chungha was standing there all made up.

    "Hey, babe. What are you doing?" She sat her stuff down on the vanity.

    "Nothing. I thought you weren't going to be home until dinner time." I stood up and walked towards her.

    "One of the models never showed, so the shoot got cut short. Talk about unprofessional. You know I'd never do anything like that. Especially not now, when everyone is-" She ramble on.

    "I don't care." I cut her off with a sloppy kiss.

    "Mm~ babe? What are you doing?" I ignored her and kept kissing down her neck. Then I pushed her onto the bed and started ripping her clothes off. "Kookie, calm down. What wrong?" She tried to get up, but I held her down.

    "Nothing. Just shut up." I kissed her mouth again. I know I might have been a little rough, but I didn't care. I was just so mad. The strangest thing did happen in the middle of me fucking her, though. For some reason, when I shoved her face into the pillows, I imagined it was the fag's face instead.