Inspired by Naughty by @artyoongi on Wattpad.
(P.S. by now we should start calling this a smutshots book.)
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I knew I couldn't have him all to myself. I knew that at the start of all this. But I knew I wanted him and he wanted me.

My stupid neighbor, Mr. Jeon. He kept me obedient.

Today was a normal day for us. He played in the yard with his kids, the summer season allowing them to have water slides and small pools set up. His wife brought food out to the three of them every few hours. Then she'd disappear inside. Her fair skin couldn't handle much sunlight.

I sat in my bedroom, desk chair pulled up to the wall as I stared out the window at them. My window was open, and my fan was blasting beside me. I heard nothing and saw everything.

He loved his kids, that was obvious, and he never complained about his wife, yet still...

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On Sunday, when Mrs. Jeon took the kids to church, I left the house like normal. I told my parents I was going to dance class and I made my way to the Jeon's back door.

Only lately have I understood how much he doesn't want people to know about us. I can't use the front door and we never leave the house when we're together. We're always alone. Before I leave, we clean everything, making sure not a single trace of me is left in his life until the next Sunday.

But I keep coming back. I know he wants me, and I feel like he loves me. Though every time I ask him, he says he "would never leave [his] family" and I'm left feeling like a prostitute who never gets paid.

Finally, he comes to the door. He's fresh out of the pool, swimming trunks on and towel wrapped around his neck.

"You're early."

"Am I?" I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the time. In fact, I was five minutes early.

"What if the kids forgot something and Soo Mi had to come back?"

"I'm sorry," I dropped my gaze to the patio under my feet, "She normally sticks to the schedule. She's good about those things."

I didn't like Mrs. Jeon. She was the reason I couldn't have Jungkook all to myself. But I had nothing bad to say about her. After all, she was perfect and that's probably why Jungkook preferred her over me. I'm still in high school and I have zero life skills. Mrs. Jeon is a caretaker, mother, and business woman all in one; plus she's a very beautiful woman with flawless skin, proportioned facial features, and pretty, long hair.

"Jimin," his breath danced across my neck and his voice was low in my right ear, "Come inside, Precious. It's hot outside."

His hand slipped into mine and he pulled me inside the house. The outside of the house wasn't as beautiful as the inside, which looked like it shouldn't belong next my own house.

There were chandeliers instead  normal, simple light fixtures and the entire house's flooring was wood. I'd learned it was easier to clean cum off that than carpet.

The furniture put my comfy, memory-foam bean bag chair to shame and the stair railings were hand carved.

Jungkook was a busy man and he made a lot of money, so I was always thankful that he made time for me every week. Otherwise, I would be left feeling alone and unloved.

"Precious," he called to me and I looked up, "What's wrong?"

I realized I had stopped in the middle of the living room. "Thank you," I smiled, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly looked away from him and wiped it away.

Suddenly, I was in his arms and he was kissing me. I fell into it, the way I always did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up with a grunt, one that set my heart aflame.

Seconds later, my back collided with a wall and I lightly moaned, stopping the kiss as I pulled back for a breath.

"Why are you upset, Precious?"

His fingers trailed down my cheek and I closed my eyes, "I don't know."

"Did you fail a test?"

"No, I always study. You know that."

"Are you in trouble at home?"

"Not that I know of," I shook my head.

He was quiet for a while then hummed, "Are all your friends okay?"

I nodded.

"Precious," he lightly kissed me, "Look at me."

Slowly, I opened my eyes, batting my eyelashes a few times, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I hate her," my voice cracked and I knew it was useless trying to keep myself from crying.

"Who?" The look on his face made me think he actually cared. His big eyes focused on me, his brow furrowed, lip pulled between his teeth as he waited on me to answer.

"Your wife," I whispered before a hiccup choked me.

Then everything changed. He dropped my feet to the floor and moved away from me and I knew I had struck a cord. I insulted Soo Mi, the second most perfect human on this Earth.

"Jimin, we've talked about this," he stopped behind the love seat, where we laid last week and cuddled.

"I know and I'm sorry."

"Are you going to stop seeing me?" He turned back and seemed almost worried. But what reason did he have to worry about ending his affair?

"I don't know."

"Is that why you're sorry?"

"I don't know," I fell to the floor and let myself sob. I hugged myself, knowing all too well he wouldn't comfort me.

But, for some reason, he was in front me in the next few seconds.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his angry glare and it only made me want to cry more. I upset him and that was the last thing I wanted.

"I'm s-so-sorry."

"You can't leave me, Precious," he shook his head slightly.

I clamped my lips shut, making sure I didn't make a single sound.

"I won't let you."

"Ju-Jungkook."

"Do I have to show you? Do I have to show you how I own you?"

I shook my head, trying to move away from him, but I had no where to go.

"You're mine, Precious, remember?"

Immediately I nodded, "I remember. I know. I'm yours, I belong to you, please," I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, "Please don't."

"I have to," his expression looked pained, "You know I have to."

"Please," I moved my hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

He didn't let it last long, much to my dismay, and then he was tugging my clothes off.

"I have to," he placed his large hand on my neck once I was naked and I found myself sniffling, "Dry your tears, Precious."

I reached up and rubbed at my eyes furiously. He moved away from me, pulling a blanket off the sofa before coming back to me. He spread the blanket out on the floor next to me, then pushed me to lay down. Seconds later I felt his teeth in my skin; his canines like needles as he sucked.

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My closet door was a mirror, one I used often to gauge the damage Jungkook had done to me. Other times I used it to watch myself as I thought of ways Jungkook could damage me.

This time, I was covered from literal head to toe in love bites. The highest one was on my jaw and the lowest on the top of my foot.

The ones on my hips looked pretty, but the others were sloppy. Jungkook always told me how much he loved my hips.

The loud screeching of tires on the main road outside drew my attention to my open window.

I grabbed my t-shirt and threw it on before moving to my window. A moving truck was stopped across the street and a tall guy with brown hair jumped out of the driver's seat.

I watched him for a bit and he seemed to be moving into the house across from my own.

Then my gaze turned to the Jeon house. It was quiet, like normal on a Monday. After school, Jungkook and Soo Mi always took their kids out for ice cream. Then they'd come over to my house and I'd entertain the kids while their parents got a break.

"Hey!" someone yelled and I turned back towards the moving truck.

The tall guy was waving at me and I waved back.

"Could you come give me a hand?!"

"Um," I looked back inside my bedroom, then to Jungkook's house. He wouldn't like me hanging around another older man, "Yeah, sure! One second!"

"Thank you!"

I gave one last awkward wave before I slipped back into my room. I got dressed and made my way outside.

The guy was leaning on our mailbox at the end of our walkway. "Hello, nice to meet you!" He smiled and I had to pause. His smile was so large and really unusual.

"Hello," I bowed when I stopped next to him, "Nice to meet you too. I'm Park Jimin."

"Kim Tae Hyung," he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the street, not even bothering to check for oncoming vehicles.

"Are you moving in here?" I pointed to the house that had been vacant for a few years after my old neighbor passed away.

"Yep!" He smiled again, "A kid like you should be able to help me pack boxes, right?"

"How old are you, Mr. Kim?" I raised my brow as he handed me a box with a disco ball and mini basketball hoop.

"Twenty-six," he smiled and started walking in front of me into the house.

He's two years older than Jungkook, who should be coming back any time now. I looked over my shoulder and exhaled when I saw that his car wasn't in his driveway.

"You can set that stuff over here, Jiminie," Mr. Kim's nickname threw me for a loop and I almost dropped the box.

He set two boxes down in the far corner of the living room and I followed suit.

"C'mon, there's a lot more where that came from."

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I never looked at my house when Jungkook and his family came home.

After a bit, the kids came to help me and Tae Hyung carry boxes and their parents sat on my front lawn with my parents.

"Hey, guys," Tae Hyung started sifting through a box, "First one to find my lava lamp gets five bucks."

The kids' eyes lit up and they started grabbing boxes and looking through them.

Jungkook's daughter rushed inside to go through those boxes.

"Do you have little ones of your own?" I asked and picked up another box.

Mr. Kim did the same, getting a rather large box that seemed heavy- if his flexed muscles had anything to say about it, "Just one."

"Oh, do you have a wife as well?" I sat my box down next to Jungkook's daughter and moved to help Mr. Kim set his box down.

"Used to," he sighed once the weight was gone, "Now I live here."

I understood that he meant he was divorced and it made me feel insensitive for asking, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he grinned, "How else are you gonna get to know me?"

"I found it!" Jungkook's daughter yelled.

We looked over and found her holding up the glass part of a lava lamp.

Tae Hyung smiled and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a five dollar bill, "Set it down in the floor right there and come collect your prize."

I couldn't help noticing the photo in his wallet, one of a little boy that couldn't be over two years old.

"That's Jae Seok," he held his wallet out to me.

I glanced at him before I took it and I found myself smiling at the photo, "He's so cute."

"Looks like me, right?" Mr. Kim smirked, taking his wallet and shoving it back into his pocket.

"Not answering," I mumbled and left the house to get more boxes.

I found the kids in the front yard, admiring their new five dollars. I also found Jungkook crouched in front of them, picking grass from his son's hair.

"Hello Mr. Jeon," I greeted him politely.

"Hello Jimin," he smiled at me, but I saw the threat in his eyes.

I brushed it off, which I'm sure only made it worse.

I heard Tae Hyung introduce himself as I grabbed the last box in the truck and jumped out.

As I passed Tae Hyung, I brushed his arm and gave a flirty smile his way, "This is the last one Mr. Kim."

We held gazes as I walked into the house and a glance towards Jungkook told me I upset him. Good.

I stared at the mountains of boxes and realized that Tae Hyung had no furniture. He said that he had ordered a bed from a local shop, (which I went to when I outgrew my toddler bed) but that it wouldn't be delivered until the morning.

I felt bad for him, having a house of boxes and no where to sleep comfortably.

"Jimin, your mother wants you home," Mr. Kim's voice pulled me from my mind. I turned to him and smiled, his figure illuminated by the evening sun shining through the large window behind him.

"Okay," I made my way towards the door, then stopped and turned back, "Are you sure you'll be okay here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just...we have an empty guest room at home and you've been working all afternoon."

"I had help. Besides, I'll probably just stay up until tomorrow morning putting everything into place. Thank you for the offer."

I nodded, feeling myself blush as I left the house.

I crossed the street, walking up to my front door, when the squeak of the porch swing made me turn my head.

Jungkook sat there, glaring at me.

"Did you forget something?" I asked quietly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?"

He pointed to the house across the street and I smirked.

"Helping out our new neighbor," I opened my front door, "He's pretty cute, don't you think?"

One last look at Jungkook and I knew I'd be hearing about this later.

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Other than Mondays, I had no interaction with Jungkook's family.

His kids called me their friend, and his wife the 'little cutie next door'.

If only she knew she wasn't the only one who liked my tanned skin and big ass. For these reasons, Jungkook tried to keep me at a distance from his family. The less we saw each other, the less chance there was of me letting something slip.

But all throughout the week, Jungkook messaged me, angry that I flirted with another 'boy' in front of him. Tae Hyung was a man. He sacrificed everything to make his
ex-wife happy and give his son the best opportunities.

Jungkook hides his true self in the shadows and prays that no one sees his 'sins'.

Yet, I still craved him.

So, on Sunday, I waited for Soo Mi and the kids to leave and then I went to see him.

I never had the chance to knock on the door. It opened as soon as I stepped foot on the patio and Jungkook was glaring at me.

I walked in, as if everything were normal, as if I hadn't tried to make him jealous.

The door slammed as I crossed the kitchen and soon I found myself against the counter.

He growled in my ear before he bit my neck and gripped my length through my sweatpants.

"How dare you," he muttered, "You're mine. How dare you."

"Wh-What do you mean?" I breathed out.

"Don't play innocent, Precious," he shook his head, his dark eyes drilling holes into me, "You flirted with some idiot right in front of me. You abandoned me in favor of helping him."

"You were across the street," I furrowed my brow, "And I took care of your kids like always, what was so different? Sorry I didn't bring you and your wife lemonade, but I was helping someone out!"

"He thinks you're interested in him now!" He raised his voice, which he seldom does.

"No he doesn't. He just got divorced-"

"He's a desperate man, Jimin," he grabbed my jaw, "He'll do anything to take you from me."

After a moment's silence, he roughly kissed me and I kissed back, meeting his intensity.

When we parted I kept my eyes closed as I said, "Aren't you desperate too, then?"

He moved away from me and I relaxed. My punishment wasn't as bad as I had thought it'd be.

"Be on the couch when I come back. On your knees." Although this was only the start.

I watched as he left the kitchen, moving to the laundry room. To avoid losing the only man I'll ever love, I stepped through to the living room and started to undress myself.

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"Jimin," my friend, Ho Seok, reached over to me and pat my head, "You seem sore. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just...pulled a muscle at the gym. I'll be fine," I gave him my best smile and turned back towards the board.

I couldn't sit still. I had bruises on my ass in the shape of Jungkook's large hands. My ribs had bite marks etched into them and I could barely sit up straight. Our teacher hated when we slouched, so that wasn't an option.

I had just enough concealer and foundation left to cover up the marks on my neck, but I was afraid the heat was making me sweat too much and they would all be visible before the end of the day.

Before I left yesterday, Jungkook told me to never speak to Mr. Kim again, but this morning I spoke to him on my way to the bus stop. He was signing off on the delivery of his bed.

His messy hair and uncovered torso gave me reason to think Jungkook wasn't the best looking man out there.

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"Hey guys," I hugged Jungkook's kids as they burst into my room.

"Hey Jimin hyung!"

"Hi oppa!"

I chuckled at them and they both climbed onto my bed to join me in watching a movie.

Of course it was child appropriate, I knew they were coming over. It was Monday afternoon.

I wasn't very energetic today, so I decided to help Soo Mi out and put the kids to bed. Whenever we watched movies they fell asleep while leaning against my sides.

However, unusually, Jungkook appeared in my bedroom moments later. He took a seat in my desk chair and watched the movie with us.

I stared at him throughout the movie, noticing how he ignored me after telling me not to ignore him less than twenty four hours ago.

My door fell shut as the AC kicked on and the kids were asleep by now.

Near the end of the movie, Jungkook finally stood and walked over to me.
He leaned down over me and pressed a kiss to my lips.

"Your kids are here," I whispered.

"They're asleep," he smiled, "I miss your room, Jimin."

He used to sneak over and see me through the week, but as his job became less demanding he had less excuses to get out of the house.

"Okay," I simply responded.

"Don't do this," he shook his head slightly, "Please don't. I saw you this morning and after I told you..."

"Jungkook," I leaned up and pecked his cheek, "You're no good for me, so I can't be yours anymore."

My heart broke and his eyes became softer the longer he stared at me.
"What are you saying?" he whispered.

"I can't do this anymore," I turned away from him.

"Jimin," he touched my cheek, but I pushed him away, which stung more than anything. I wanted him to touch me and I couldn't deny it, but he would never love me the way I needed him to.

"Precious please," he sounded like he was choking on air, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

I didn't speak as he pressed kisses into my stomach, right next to his daughter's hand.

He laid against me for a while, until the movie ended in fact, and then he got up. He woke the kids up, unlike usual, and told them it was time to leave.

They whined and hugged me goodbye before leaving me to myself to cry my eyes out.

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For weeks, I cried myself to sleep while thinking of Jungkook, of all the affection I gave up.

I lost my appetite and my parents became so worried they consulted a therapist.

Jungkook never brought his kids back over. I think he told Soo Mi that I was studying for exams.

I could only quietly watch the happy family next door from my closed bedroom window as I cried.

I talked to Mr. Kim a