ೃ༄ ── ❝ apartment 88 ❞ ── ༉‧₊˚. (a jeon jungkook x reader neighbours fanfic)
part 1 word count 5.8k part 2 word count 4.4k
newly moved-in, you accidentally catch the attention of Jungkook after asking him for help in their shared apartment hallway, and the more they run into each other, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry building between them.
PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader
GENRE: flirting, fluff, teasing, cursing, idol bts jungkook
ೃ༄ ── ❝ part 1 ❞ ── ༉‧₊˚.
you had just moved into a completely new country.
new city. new language. new apartment building where every sign looked like a puzzle you were too tired to solve.
and currently? you were standing in the hallway trying not to cry because you’d somehow changed your apartment passcode and the instructions beside the keypad were entirely in korean.
the third step was smudged to hell.
you sighed quietly, hugging your phone against your chest before spotting someone walking down the hallway.
hoodie. black sweats. tattooed hand holding his phone.
you hesitated before approaching him carefully.
the guy immediately stiffened.
his eyes flicked toward you cautiously, almost irritated for a second like he was preparing himself for another weird interaction.
you: “i just moved here… my korean’s… not so great.”
his entire expression softened instantly.
his voice was deeper than you expected. warm too.
him: “you just moved here?”
you: “yes.. first day here..”
you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.
you: “i think i accidentally changed my passcode but… i can’t understand the sign because it’s in korean.”
his lips twitched slightly.
him: “ah, okay. that makes more sense.”
you bowed your head quickly.
you: “sorry, i do know korean i promise. i’m just… bad at reading it sometimes.”
him: “don’t apologise. written korean can be annoying even for native speakers.”
he stepped closer to the keypad instructions, eyes narrowing slightly at the smeared text.
him: “yeah… the third step is completely smudged.”
he glanced toward you again.
him: “can i see your phone?”
you handed it over carefully, watching his tattooed fingers move across the screen with terrifying ease.
and honestly? it was difficult concentrating when he looked like that.
slightly messy hair. oversized hoodie sleeves covering half his hands. lip ring catching the hallway light.
he handed your phone back with a tiny satisfied smile.
him: “there’s another way to reset it.”
you: “oh my god thank you.”
he laughed quietly again.
and somehow every time he smiled at you it felt personal.
him: “your korean’s actually pretty good.”
him: “yeah. especially for someone who just moved here.”
your cheeks warmed slightly.
you: “i studied a lot before coming.”
silence settled between you comfortably for a moment before you looked up at him again.
you: “is it good living here?”
his expression shifted slightly then. softer. thoughtful.
he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.
him: “it’s exciting. loud. fun. but it can get overwhelming too.”
he looked at you again afterward like he was trying to figure something out.
you: “i’m y/n by the way.”
you: “and hopefully i won’t need help with this again.”
him: “i don’t mind helping.”
then he tilted his head teasingly.
him: “unless you’re secretly a saesang.”
him: “you don’t know what a saesang is?”
that made him laugh properly.
head tipped back slightly. bright smile. bunny teeth.
him: “okay. definitely not a saesang then.”
you: “wait— why would i be stalking you?”
he stared at you for a second.
then laughed again in disbelief.
him: “you seriously don’t know who i am?”
then the most amused grin spread across his face.
him: “that’s honestly refreshing.”
he hesitated before finally speaking again.
him: “i’m jungkook. from bts.”
your eyes widened immediately.
he burst out laughing at your horrified expression.
you: “no wait i know bts!”
you looked genuinely panicked now.
you: “i just didn’t recognise you because i wasn’t expecting— you.”
god his smile got worse every second.
you: “well… nice to meet you, jungkook.”
and the way you said his name made something in his chest tighten unexpectedly.
his voice dropped softer.
jungkook: “nice to meet you too.”
three days later and jungkook still couldn’t stop thinking about you.
which was embarrassing honestly.
he’d think about you during practice. during workouts. while laying in bed at 2am staring at his ceiling like an idiot.
namjoon noticed immediately.
namjoon: “you’re distracted.”
jungkook: “i’m literally not.”
hoseok: “you missed the same move three times.”
they absolutely never let him live it down.
later that week he saw you again while walking bam.
and genuinely forgot how to breathe.
you turned instantly, smiling softly.
you: “oh my god you have a dog.”
bam immediately fell in love with you.
jungkook watched quietly while you crouched beside bam smiling so sweetly his chest physically hurt.
one soft knock at 8pm and suddenly there you were standing outside his apartment holding a plate covered in foil looking like every soft domestic fantasy jungkook had ever accidentally dreamed about.
you: “i baked too many so i thought maybe you’d want some.”
jungkook stared at you like you personally invented happiness.
you: “do you understand the concept of baking?”
he laughed so hard he nearly dropped the plate.
and somewhere between your teasing, your dimples, and your stupidly good cookies—
jungkook realised he was completely fucked.
hours before your friends dragged you out for drinks, you were sitting cross-legged on your sofa staring at your closet like it personally offended you.
mina:
wear the black dress.
soojin:
YES the black dress omg
the black dress felt like too much.
especially because there was a tiny part of you wondering whether your annoyingly attractive neighbour might see you leaving.
except somehow every interaction with jungkook lingered in your head longer than it should’ve.
the way he smiled at you.
the way he looked at you.
the way his voice softened whenever he said your name.
you hated how much you thought about it.
eventually you gave in and put the dress on anyway.
which became a problem the second you stepped into the hallway and your apartment door clicked shut behind you.
fresh from practice. black hoodie. Hair pushed back from his forehead. looking devastating.
and the second his eyes landed on you—
his gaze dragged down your body slowly before snapping back to your face like he caught himself staring too hard.
his throat bobbed slightly.
his voice sounded rougher than usual.
jungkook: “you going out?”
you: “my friends are dragging me to a welcome-to-seoul drinking dinner.”
his jaw tightened almost invisibly.
and god, if you weren’t looking directly at him you would’ve missed it.
he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.
jungkook: “have fun i guess.”
but his eyes kept drifting down your legs.
like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
you smiled teasingly as you walked past him.
you: “thanks. have a good night jungkook.”
he watched you walk away like it physically pained him.
ೃ༄ ── ❝ 2:13am ❞ ── ༉‧₊˚.
jungkook still couldn’t sleep.
which honestly? was your fault.
he’d spent the last four hours pretending not to care that you went out looking like that.
the black dress.
the heels.
the perfume that lingered in the hallway ten minutes after you left.
he groaned quietly, slumped across his sofa with his phone balanced against his chest while bam snored beside him.
a grown man who currently hadn’t listened to a single word of the movie playing on his tv because all he could think about was whether you got home safe.
whether someone flirted with you.
whether you smiled at someone else the way you smiled at him.
his jaw clenched immediately at the thought.
“jesus christ,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
bam lifted his head sleepily like yeah dude you’re losing it.
jungkook froze instantly.
his head snapped toward the front door.
then the sound of something clattering dramatically against the hallway wall.
bam barked once in confusion.
jungkook was already standing before he could think properly.
“please don’t be a stalker,” he muttered automatically while walking toward the door.
he checked the security camera first out of habit.
and immediately felt his entire body loosen.
leaning against the hallway wall in your black dress looking adorably miserable while holding one broken heel in your hand.
your forehead rested dramatically against his apartment door like you were personally betrayed by life itself.
jungkook stared for a full second before laughing under his breath.
he opened the door slowly.
and you nearly stumbled backward.
your eyes widened slightly before narrowing at the door like it offended you personally.
you: “…your door attacked me.”
jungkook bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t laugh too hard.
your cheeks were flushed pink, hair slightly messy from the night out, lipstick faded just enough to make his brain short-circuit.
and those stupid fucking heels—
jungkook: “my door attacked you?”
his voice was teasing already.
you pointed accusingly at the broken heel in your hand.
he glanced downward dramatically.
then he looked back at you with absolutely zero sympathy.
jungkook: “you survived though. brave.”
the whine in your voice nearly killed him instantly.
he leaned against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest while he looked down at you with a barely hidden smile.
your eyes widened immediately.
then you looked around the hallway in horror like you’d just committed a crime.
you lowered your voice dramatically.
you: “shh… i’m trying to be quiet.”
jungkook physically had to look away for a second because your drunk whisper was too fucking cute.
he laughed under his breath instead.
jungkook: “you just body slammed my front door.”
you: “that wasn’t on purpose.”
you frowned at the heel again.
you: “the heel betrayed me.”
jungkook: “yeah? seems personal.”
and jungkook genuinely thought he might be in love with you for a second.
bam suddenly pushed his giant head through the partially open door, sniffing at you curiously.
your entire face lit up instantly.
you crouched down immediately—
or attempted to.
except drunk plus broken heel plus apartment hallway turned out to be a terrible combination because you wobbled dangerously sideways.
jungkook caught you instantly.
one hand gripping your waist.
the other steadying your arm.
and suddenly you were very close.
close enough for him to smell alcohol mixed with your perfume.
close enough to notice your eyelashes brushing your cheeks when you blinked up at him slowly.
his grip tightened slightly before he could stop himself.
his voice came out rougher than intended.
you stared at him for a second too long.
you looked genuinely fascinated suddenly.
like you were studying him.
he stared at you completely stunned while bam happily sniffed your broken heel beside you both.
jungkook: “…pretty deer eyes?”
then your expression shifted slightly. suspicious now.
jungkook barked out a laugh immediately.
you pointed at him dramatically.
his smirk widened slowly. dangerously.
jungkook: “annoying because?”
you stared at him silently for a second.
you: “…because i kinda wanna kiss you.”
jungkook forgot how to function.
bam barked once like oh shit.
and suddenly the hallway felt way too warm.
jungkook genuinely forgot how to breathe for a second.
the hallway suddenly felt too small. too warm. too full of you.
you were still standing there in front of him with one broken heel in your hand looking completely unaware of the effect your words just had on him.
his hand stayed firm against your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress while he stared at you like you’d just personally ruined his life.
jungkook: “…you can’t just say things like that.”
his voice came out low. rough. dangerous.
you blinked up at him slowly.
the soft little pout on your face nearly killed him instantly.
he laughed once under his breath, completely disbelieving.
jungkook: “because i’m trying really hard to behave right now.”
your eyebrows lifted slightly.
you: “…you wanna kiss me too?”
bam barked loudly beside you both like he was sick of the tension.
jungkook dragged a hand down his face dramatically.
jungkook: “bam, read the room.”
that soft breathy drunk giggle that made his entire chest ache.
and suddenly he was staring at your mouth again.
he needed to stop looking at your lips.
except you kept smiling at him like that.
like you wanted him to lose control.
you: “you didn’t answer me.”
he looked back up at you slowly.
his expression changed completely then.
your breath caught slightly.
his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your waist.
jungkook: “i really fucking want to kiss you.”
the kind that felt heavy. charged.
your eyes widened just slightly before your expression softened into something shy underneath the alcohol haze.
and somehow that affected him even more.
because underneath all your teasing, underneath the flirting and the drunk confidence—
you: “then why aren’t you?”
his jaw flexed slightly while he looked at you. really looked at you.
flushed cheeks.
messy hair.
sleepy eyes.
he wanted to lean down and kiss you until neither of you could think straight anymore.
but instead he sighed softly through his nose and leaned his forehead briefly against yours.
jungkook: “because you’re drunk.”
his voice was quieter now. gentler.
jungkook: “and if i kiss you right now, i’m not stopping at one.”
your lips parted slightly at that.
he immediately closed his eyes like he physically couldn’t handle the sight.
“fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
you: “maybe i don’t want you to stop.”
actually broke him a little.
he laughed softly in disbelief before lifting his head again.
jungkook: “you are dangerous when you’re drunk, you know that?”
you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
then your face suddenly scrunched slightly.
the sudden change in conversation gave him emotional whiplash.
you held up the broken heel sadly.
you: “villain origin story.”
he stared at you for a full second before laughing so hard he had to let go of your waist.
bam barked excitedly at the noise.
you were smiling too though.
and jungkook thought right then that he could probably spend the rest of his life listening to you complain about stupid things in apartment hallways at 2am.
which was terrifying honestly.
he shook his head once before crouching down suddenly in front of you.
you: “…what are you doing?”
he looked up at you casually.
your eyes widened immediately.
jungkook: “your feet hurt.”
he shrugged one shoulder.
jungkook: “i’m carrying you.”
you stared at him like he’d personally short-circuited your brain.
you kinda looked at him like that a lot lately.
you stared at him for a long second.
jungkook stayed crouched in front of you patiently, tattooed hands resting against his knees while bam sat beside him looking equally expectant.
like this was completely normal.
like jeon jungkook offering you a piggyback ride at 2am while you stood drunk in the hallway wasn’t something straight out of a fucking wattpad story.
he looked over his shoulder at you with a tiny smirk.
jungkook: “your villain origin story heels are broken.”
god, he liked that sound too much.
jungkook: “c’mon, princess.”
the nickname did something awful to your stomach.
carefully, you climbed onto his back, hands settling against his shoulders while his arms hooked securely beneath your thighs.
that was the first thing you noticed.
jungkook was warm everywhere.
warm hands. warm skin. warm chest pressed against your legs through his hoodie.
he stood easily with you on his back like you weighed nothing at all.
you buried your face briefly against his shoulder, laughing softly.
you: “this is humiliating.”
he huffed a laugh instantly.
jungkook: “you’re the one who body slammed my door.”
you: “it attacked me first.”
jungkook: “right. of course.”
he adjusted you slightly higher against his back and your breath caught before you could stop it.
his hands tightened automatically.
and suddenly neither of you were talking anymore.
jungkook went still for half a second.
because your chest was pressed against his back.
your arms looped around his neck.
your breath warm against his skin.
instead he cleared his throat awkwardly and started walking slowly toward your apartment door.
bam trotted beside him proudly like he personally orchestrated the romance.
jungkook: “where’s your key?”
jungkook: “very helpful.”
he was actually going insane over your laugh.
he shifted you slightly with one arm while reaching into your bag with the other, trying very hard not to think about how domestic this felt.
finally he unlocked your apartment door and nudged it open with his foot.
the lights inside were dim and warm, soft music still playing quietly from wherever you left it before going out.
jungkook stepped inside carefully.
because your apartment smelled like vanilla.
soft blankets thrown over the couch. books stacked beside the coffee table. candles half-burned near the tv. little polaroids scattered beside your kitchen counter.
it felt lived in already.
he hated how easily he could picture himself here.
you: “you can put me down now.”
your voice came quieter this time.
he swallowed hard before lowering you carefully onto your feet near the couch.
except the second your heels touched the floor, you winced dramatically.
jungkook sighed immediately.
you obeyed surprisingly fast, collapsing onto the sofa while he crouched in front of you again.
his hands wrapped gently around your ankle before you could even process it.
and suddenly your brain completely stopped working.
because jungkook’s hands were on your legs.
his thumbs brushed lightly against your skin while he carefully removed the remaining heel from your foot.
his expression stayed focused. calm.
completely unaware he was actively ruining your life.
you: “…you’re very nice.”
his eyes flicked up toward yours briefly.
jungkook: “don’t sound so surprised.”
you: “most guys don’t carry girls home after they assault their apartment door.”
then his hands paused against your ankle for a second before he looked up at you again.
and the air shifted immediately.
because he was looking at you again.
like earlier in the hallway.
like he kept forgetting how to hide it around you.
jungkook: “…you really don’t remember half the things you said tonight, do you?”
your stomach flipped nervously.
silence stretched between you.
bam jumped onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh.
completely oblivious to the emotional warfare happening two feet away.
jungkook looked down briefly, laughing under his breath before looking back at you again.
jungkook: “you told me to kiss you tomorrow.”
your entire face burned instantly.
jungkook watched your expression carefully before smiling slowly.
fond. teasing. devastating.
jungkook: “there she is.”
you hid your face in your hands immediately.
jungkook: “so sober y/n gets shy?”
you: “i’m still drunk enough to throw a pillow at you.”
he leaned slightly closer without thinking.
eyes dropping briefly toward your lips again.
jungkook: “you gonna do that before or after i kiss you?”
your breath caught immediately.
because he was close again.
close enough that you could see the tiny scar on his lips from his lip piercing. the faint mole under his bottom lip. the way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead after practice and sleep deprivation and spending the last hour losing his mind over you.
and god, the way he looked at you should honestly be illegal.
like he already knew he’d win.
you tried to glare at him but the warmth crawling up your neck ruined it completely.
you: “you’re enjoying this way too much.”
his mouth twitched instantly.
jungkook: “watching you get shy?”
your stomach flipped violently.
bam sighed dramatically between you both like he was exhausted by the tension.
jungkook glanced at his dog briefly before muttering:
you laughed softly into your hand and his expression softened immediately at the sound.
he looked at you like your laughter physically fixed something inside him.
you: “i can’t believe i said all that.”
he looked completely unashamed too.
jungkook: “you stare at me like you wanna say more half the time anyway.”
he raised one eyebrow slowly.
then mimicked your earlier drunk voice perfectly:
jungkook: “‘stop being cute it’s annoying.’”
you groaned loudly, grabbing the nearest cushion and throwing it directly at his chest.
he caught it instantly while laughing.
head tilted back slightly, bunny smile fully out, eyes crinkling at the corners.
you understood why millions of people were obsessed with him.
because when jungkook laughed at you like that, it felt addictive.
his laughter faded slowly while he looked at you again.
and the atmosphere shifted right back.
his fingers absentmindedly brushed over your ankle again while he sat crouched in front of you.
your breath caught slightly at the touch.
his eyes flicked upward toward yours slowly.
his voice dropped lower. softer.
jungkook: “you react to me too much.”
jungkook: “because i’m right.”
the room suddenly felt too warm again.
or maybe it was just him sitting between your knees looking at you like that.
you shifted slightly on the couch and his eyes dropped unconsciously toward your lips again.
