Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
Y/n clapped her hands in the air, satisfied with the result when the chocolate smell coming from the brownie soon filled the small space of her kitchen. She'd have felt tempted to take a bite, if it hadn't been for the fact that she knew what was inside of it. 
She wanted to keep her body intact, and normal. She could always prepare herself another one later in the day. 
There was something positive about the fact that she had a hole that linked her bedroom with her neighbor's, and it was the fact that she was able to hear everything that happened on the other side.
Clearly Jungkook was aware. That was why he said louder the name of the girl he was going to meet up that night, and how he was going to see her at the location he had sent her. As if Y/n cared in the slightest of where he sneaked his dick into. Completely opposite of making her jealous, that short conversation gave her the perfect idea to piss him off, after the rest of her ideas were answered back too quickly by his side.
The junk mail didn't work...
Jungkook sighed at the big amount of  envelopes and magazines that peeked through the tab of his mailbox. It was the third time that week that he saw it so filled with it, forcing the mailman to leave his bills and other important mail outside, on top of the big metallic box that formed the mailbox of the community. 
All that junk mail went from random magazines advertising products no one would use, to pamphlets about hair transplants.
A loud sigh got his attention, finding one of the ladies on the 5th floor looking at him with pity.
—My husband went through the same thing —she started—. Don't worry, son. I bet you'll find a way to balance what's missing up there —the second her hand landed on his forearm for a comforting pat, he lost the grip of everything he was holding—. Jesus Christ.
At first he thought she was just feeling sorry for making him drop everything, until he saw that suffocated and scandiled expression as she looked up, avoiding any type of eye contact with him. And one quick look down explained why. 
"Big dicks XXL" with a graphic image of a man sliding his dick inside the other man on top's ass. 
—No, it's not mine.
—It's alright —she cut him off, waving her hand in the air—. For the love of God —she kept mumbling, airing herself as she walked away.
Jungkook quickly clutched to pick up all of the things he had dropped, trying as hard as possible to hide that magazine he had no idea was there.
—Oh, don't feel ashamed —his jaw instantly clenched when he heard her mocking tone—. No one's going to judge you for that. 
—I should've guessed it —he sighed, walking towards her—. Junk mail? I did those pranks when I was fifteen. But at least you tried.
And it got an immediate response from him later that day...
Y/n was about to get ready to sleep, snuggling under her bed sheets with a tiny smile on her face when silence  invaded her place. She almost felt like she was on a cloud. Clean fresh sheets, a soft lavender smell, and her body completely clean and ready after a long shower... she was sure no one would be able to ruin that. 
Until her doorbell rang out of nowhere.
Both of her eyes opened wide at the sound, although she didn't move a centimeter. She waited in her bed, hoping somebody got the wrong floor or door. For the first time, she was praying it was one of Jungkook's hook ups not being able to use one of their two working brain cells to knock on the right door.