Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Two

Are you serious?

You sipped your coffee, trying your best not to curse at him.

"I found the doll you gave me." You stated.

He frowned.

"Doll?" He repeated with a huff.

You nodded.

"Yeah, the one that looks like me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

If he didn't give you the doll...then who did?

"Why don't we go into town today?" You asked. "I've heard that there's a few nice shops and restaurants. We could go to-"

"No."

You frowned.

"Well then, why don't we go out in the rain? We used to do that all the time-"

"No."

Biting back your anger, you sent him a glare.

"We could watch a movie, then."

A heavy sigh erupted from your boyfriend, his fingers rubbing his nose from underneath his glasses.

"I told you, Y/n. I'm busy with my work." He deadpanned. "Why don't you go talk with the neighbors or something."

"But, I-"

"Y/n."

You froze at the warning tone in his voice, eyes widening slightly as anger and frustration began to overtake you.

"Fine." You huffed out.

You walked out of the kitchen, trying your best not to lose your cool.

Clearly, today was not going to be as good as you had originally anticipated.

Your hands shot out, grabbing your yellow raincoat before you walked out the door, closing it behind you softly.

"Stupid Jimin." You spat quietly. "All you ever do it work."

With a deep sigh, you walked off the porch, moving towards the small apartment that was located underneath the house.

From what you were told, three boys lived there together, each one paying a part of the rent. You didn't know their names, but Mrs. Kim told you that they were around your age...which meant that you may be able to make friends with them...maybe.

You hesitantly knocked on the door, knuckles meeting the green wood swiftly.

A few loud curses could be heard coming from inside, along with a loud crash as the people inside moved around, yelling incoherent words to one another.

Finally, the door was opened.

A young man stood before you, his chest heaving as he leaned against the door, trying his best to look casual as he stared at you.

His, dyed, bright red hair was ruffled and messy, his clothes were wrinkled and disheveled as his frantic hazel eyes searched your face.

"C-Can I help you?" He asked breathlessly.

You furrowed your brows at his odd appearance.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded hastily.

"I-I just drank the last sprite and I'm trying to evade my early death."

Instantly you began regretting your decision to come here.

You began to turn on your heel.

"I should just go-"

"Who's at the door, Jungkook!?"

A second voice filled your ears, causing you to flinch back at the loud sound.

Another man moved to stand behind the other, his hand slapping the back of the other boy's head.

This man seemed to be older than the other. His features were more sharp and mature as he moved his gaze towards you. His hard was a dirty blond color, it wasn't as messy at the red-head's, but it still could stand to be styled and combed.

He sent you a soft smile.

"I'm sorry for my room mate's bad behavior," He started. "My name is Jung Hoseok and this is Jeon Jungkook."

You swallowed, nodding your head.

"My name is Y/n." You stated. "I just moved into the house and I wanted to get to know my neighbors a little better."

Jungkook's brow raised seductively, his body moving towards your own.

"I think you and I can get to know each other very well-"

His words were cut off as Hoseok's elbow jabbed him in the ribs, sending him a look of disapproval.

"Ignore him." He told you. "He tends to think with his dick and not his brain."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

"It's okay." You said.

Hoseok hummed, motioning towards his door.

"Would you like to come in?"

You smiled.

These guys seemed to be pretty cool. They were by far some of the most normal people you had met since being here and you would certainly like to get to know them better.

"I would love to."

A/N,

Alright, it's time to do a "cliche checklist"!

1. Sucky boyfriend. -Check

2. Hot next door neighbor -Check

3. Creepy doll. -Che-Hang on that's not really a cliche...

Well, two outta three ain't bad.

I love you.

-Max