pairing: reader x jeon jungkook
genre: college dorm fluff
components: jungkook. cute neighbor. thin walls. frustrating bed.
count: 1472 words
requested: based on the prompt sent in by @miellllyyyyyyyy, i hope you like it and i’m sorry i didnt keep it platonic in the end l o l
warning(s): sexual implications
Jungkook felt his nerves buzz in excitement. It was move-in day at his university and so far the students have been great, including all the seniors he’s befriended, some even more jittery than the freshmen (looking at you, Taehyung), and also the few floor-mates who had arrived. He wasn’t particularly outgoing, preferring to walk down the street with earphones on to avoid awkward eye contact, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try and greet his neighbors. He hit it off with a few of them and already made promises to hang out later.
It couldn’t be any more perf — thump.
He blinked at his wall.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Was that — no, it couldn’t be. Pink tinged his cheeks as his ears strained to pick up the sound coming from the room right next to this. More thumping, then grunting. Pressing his ear against the wall, he could hear the sounds more clearly. Groaning followed after. He blushed when he realized what he was doing and jumped away from the wall. It wasn’t polite to eavesdrop especially if it came down to sexual endeavors.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with the freshmen tendencies and rumors but he was surprised someone was already doing this this early on in the school year. He was mildly disturbed and impressed at the same time.
However, when the whispered-screams began to repeat, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. What if the person was in trouble? He probably should keep his head down and not get involved. But what if the person was getting attacked? Chewing on his bottom lip, he could feel the guilt begin to plague him if anything ever happened to the person next door.
What’s the harm, right? If they didn’t turn out to be in trouble, he’ll only have one person — or maybe two depending on where said sex partner lived — hating him in this building. He popped his head out the door and found no one in sight so he crept over next door, finding a female name plastered with a golden snitch, apt to the Harry Potter theme of the floor. Knocking lightly on the door, he nervously rocked back and forth on his feet, actually hoping that the person wouldn’t answer because that would mean that she was probably having—
“What do you want?!” The girl who stood in front of him had her hair piled on top of her head, a hair tie keeping her hair in its messy place. Her initial glare quickly dissolved when she saw him and his tall frame that towered over hers. “S-Shit, I’m sorry for snapping. My stupid bed just freaking annoys me and I was so mad. And yeah…” She trailed off, letting the empty silence hang over them for a second or two before she continued, “But can I help you with something?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and coughed.
Jungkook took the time to observe her and found that she was pretty cute even when she looked distressed. “I — uh — heard noises so I thought you needed help so I just… knocked.”
The two of them stood in front of each other as the air grew heavy with the silence. She chewed on her bottom lip before shrugging, “Yeah, sort of. I’m kind of temperamental and my sheets wouldn’t cover the bed and it was driving me insane, hence the animal noises. I can assure you that I’m not letting anyone jump into my bed that fast, if that’s what you’re assuming.”
“Not that I was assuming you’d be easy!” God, Jungkook might as well slap on a strip of duct tape over his mouth. “I mean, I was just concerned and I thought I’d help. I mean, I can help.” There. Keep it simple, Jungkook. This girl looked like she could be a vicious enemy, a force to be reckoned with.
“That’ll actually be really great,” she sighed, a small smile settling on her lips. The hostile aura that had surrounded her seemed to disappear as she creaked her door open to let him in. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. I live in 1412.” He jerked his head in the direction of the room before following her towards her bed. “Oh, you have a single room too. It’s nice and spacious, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I think I would’ve scared my roommate away if she found me cursing at my bed.” She laughed and that sound thawed Jungkook’s heart. She really was cute. Like a tiny fireball of anger but when she simmered down, she’s like… a marshmallow. Soft, gooey marshmallow. That probably wasn’t the best comparison but that was the best he could come up with at the moment. “Yeah, this is my bed. I can’t really lift it.”
He looked at it for a second before effortlessly picking it up and letting you adjust the bedsheets. With the t-shirt he had on, she could clearly see the muscles bulging in his arm. As she worked on getting the sheets around the bed, she pointed out, “You’re really strong. Are you in for sports?”
“Nope, music.” Her eyebrows jumped and he chuckled. “Didn’t peg me down as the artsy type?”
“I thought you were more of the frat, football-scholarship kind of guy.” She shrugged.
Jungkook let the mattress drop back into place carefully before nodding and giving her an understanding look. “I get that a lot.”
“Well, here.” Holding out her fist, she dropped something into Jungkook’s palm. It was a piece of strawberry milk candy and, coincidentally, his favorite. “As a thank you. I have a shit ton of it and God knows my life depends on it.”
“I love this too,” he grinned. And that grin was blinding and she felt her heart stop for a second as if heaven had descended onto the earth. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, this would be it. Love at first sight had smacked her straight in the face and sent her reeling to heaven. Or hell, depending on whether the sinful thoughts in her head would have God shoving her to the underworld or not. “Thanks for this.”
“No, thank you. I would’ve ripped the mattress to shreds if it weren’t for you.”
“I’m always glad to be of help. Feel free to drop by my room if you ever need anything. Door’s always open.”
She flashed him a mischievous smile that had him blushing in an instant, “That’s a very suggestive proposition, Jeon Jungkook. Do you know girls can take advantage of that piece of information too?”
Clearing his throat, he scratched his cheek awkwardly. His mouth opened and closed in an attempt to form a coherent response. “I mean, uh, I guess — I just thought — if you need help — with anything — nothing sexual, I mean — not that sexual stuff is bad, I just—” There he was a stammering mess with one implicative comment from her.
A laugh bubbled up from her throat again and Jungkook felt himself smiling, the end of his lips turning upwards unconsciously. “I’m just kidding,” she grinned. “Thank you though for being polite about it. Anyway, no judgment here. As long as you keep it down during quiet hours, we’ll get along just fine.”
“Do you want to get lunch with me?” He blurted out. Was that too fast? He wasn’t sure. But he really wanted to keep talking to her because he found her so cute and so feisty and she was so intriguing.
“Why, Jungkook, I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled but then gestured to the stack of boxes around her. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to finish unpacking all my things first and I have a lot of things.”
“I can help.”
“Is this you trying to get your hands on my underwear?”
“N-No! I was just offering and I thought—”
She giggled again, “Help me unload my clothes? I’ll deal with my underwear, you little pervert.”
A few months — 32 dates, 18 stolen kisses, 3 way-too-intense make out sessions — later, Jungkook hovered over her, lips attaching to her skin that elicited a moan out of her throat. Entering her was like a dream come true and Jungkook could hear the angels singing from above as he went—
“Oh wow.” She whispered.
“I know, you feel so good.” He muttered, placing his lips on hers again.
“Not that, I mean the wall really does make the same sound. Thump, thump. No wonder you thought I was having sex the first day.”
He growled, “Are you kidding me right now?”
She exploded into laughter before she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her down onto him. She bit on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine, “Take me home, Jeon Jungkook.”