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hamsterclaw · 5 months

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Black Ice

Bangtan Christmas drabble 7 - read the rest here.

Min Yoongi only cares about three things. The thrill of drifting, his friends, and cars, in that order. Somehow, you've got under his skin. Part of the Drift Kings AU.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Street racer/mechanic! Yoongi, smut

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Min Yoongi knows loneliness. He knows the unrelenting ache of it, the way it permeates every aspect of one’s psyche.

He knows what it feels like to look for a connection that isn’t there.

When he was ten his father took him into work for the first time, and it was then, amongst the smells of engine oil and new paint and pinewood air freshener, that Yoongi discovered his first true love.

He pored over engine diagrams, admired the easy simplicity of every tool falling into its destined purpose, got used to his clothes being stained from tuning up cars all day long.

He’d loved every minute of it, and the truth is, he still does.

Then his cousin Yijin had given him a lift down Mount Samo one day, and 14 year old Yoongi had learned that there was more than one way to soar.

He learned to drive navigating the hairpin bends of Mount Samo, and although he’s perfected the art of drifting up and down it, could do it blindfolded a hundred times over, the thrill of it has never really faded.

He’s picked up a collection of friends over the years, all of whom love the adrenaline of street racing – not knowing what’s round the corner, trusting your own reflexes and instincts to save you when you can barely see for the blood rushing in your veins.

Kim Seokjin, his oldest and closest friend, the chaebol prince who can put together a Supra’s turbo-2JZ engine almost as quickly as Yoongi himself. His sister, a corporate princess who makes Yoongi’s heart soften and the opposite happen to his cock. They’re the two people Yoongi would do anything for, not that he’d ever tell them that.

Jung Hoseok, the gifted mechanic with a heart of gold and the sunniest demeanour Yoongi’s ever been able to tolerate, creature of the night that he is.

Jeon Jungkook, the baby fuckboi of the group, a man with the looks of a god and the persona of a baby deer. Yoongi finds it hard to be anything but endeared by his earnest good nature and anything but amused by his swaggering. Maybe one day the kid will grow into the bad man he so badly wants to be, but Yoongi hopes not. He’s great the way he is.

It’s been a while since Yoongi felt lonely, in fact his life’s pretty good right about now.

And at this exact moment? It’s perfect.

Yoongi’s senses are on overdrive as he swings into a hairpin bend on Mount Samo, tires gripping tarmac sideways. His foot taps the throttle, his hand on the handbrake just in case but he doesn’t need it, he knows the terrain so well his body’s reacting on instinct.

Sideways on he can see Seokjin to his right, composed, barely breaking a sweat as his rear wheels scrape the very edge of the path, inches from the steep drop.

Yoongi catches sight of himself in his own rearview mirror, teeth bared in a feral grin as he shoots out onto the final stretch, so fast there’s nothing to see but black.

He’d normally stop, celebrate his win with a cigarette, but he’s got somewhere to be tonight.

Behind him now, Seokjin’s headlamps flicker in lieu of a goodbye.

Yoongi depresses the horn, a sharp short blast, and then he’s gone.

***

Kang Yubin’s been supplying Yoongi’s father’s garage for years, and Yoongi’s been going to him for car parts since before he knew a spark plug from a catalytic converter.

The Kang warehouse has an unassuming front in an industrial estate on the outskirts of Seoul. Yoongi parks outside the familiar glass door, can see the dim lighting filtering through the tinted glass as he approaches.

He pushes open the door, stops, nonplussed.

Instead of Kang Yubin’s steel-rimmed glasses and grey hair, he’s greeted by you.

Half your face is obscured by a black face mask, your hair up under a baseball cap, but you’re definitely not who he expected to see.

He blinks.

Your eyebrows rise.

‘Are you lost?’ you inquire, an edge to your voice that pulls him out of his surprised reaction and reminds him why he’s here.

‘I was expecting Mr Kang,’ Yoongi replies.

Coming closer to the counter he picks up on a guardedness to your posture, a weariness that you don’t bother to hide.

‘I’m his granddaughter,’ you say, brief. ‘I’m guessing you didn’t just come here to stare at me, what do you want?’

‘Spark plugs – I have a —’ Yoongi breaks off as you get up.

‘I know who you are, and I know what car you drive. Stay here and I’ll get you your stuff.’

You disappear behind a door, return in minutes with a cardboard box.

You pull a box-cutter out of a desk drawer, slit the masking tape, pull the flaps up.

‘Feel free to take a look,’ you say, looking at him.

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to verify that they’re what he needs.

‘How do you know who I am?’ he asks, as he pays.

There’s a faint spark in your eyes, a flicker so quick he wonders if he’s mis-read it.

‘My grandfather said you were due around this time.’

You nudge your shoulder vaguely in the direction of the screen to your left, a view from the camera overlooking the front of the warehouse. ‘Not many people drive a car like that.’

You take his money, nudge the box in his direction.

‘Pleasure doing business, Min Yoongi. I’ll give my grandfather your regards.’

You’re already looking back down at your phone like you’ve dismissed him.

Yoongi picks up the box, casts another glance at you, and leaves.

He’s still thinking about you when he reaches home.

***

Yoongi’s concentrating so hard on the engine in front of him that he barely hears Seokjin approach.

‘Dinner?’ asks Seokjin, eyes flicking over the V configuration of the 8 chrome cylinders in the custom Nissan with interest.

Yoongi leans back, massages the crick in his neck from leaning over.

‘Yeah. Quick though, the client wants a rush on this.’

They exchange a look.

‘More money than sense,’ Seokjin says, critical.

‘Pays the bills,’ Yoongi counters.

They have similar opinions about rich clients who want their supercars tuned up. It’s rare that a client’s got the ability to do justice to the horsepower under the bonnet of the flashy exteriors.

Yoongi shrugs, goes to wash his hands.

‘Is your sister coming?’ he asks.

Seokjin’s still admiring the engine. ‘Not tonight. Jimin’s in town,’ he says. ‘There’s a race later, if you change your mind. I’m meeting Jungkook after dinner.’

‘Is he still sulking over Mijin?’ Yoongi asks, falling into step beside Seokjin.

There’s no need to confirm where they’re going, they always stop at a tiny restaurant run by an elderly woman who seems utterly unimpressed by their good manners but makes the best broth in town.

Seokjin rolls his eyes, but his tone is sympathetic. ‘You know how it is. People never expect him to be as soft as he really is.’

Yoongi nods. ‘Tell him if she can’t appreciate him she’s the one missing out.’

Seokjin snorts. ‘Tell him yourself, he’ll love it. Are you coming to Seulgi’s party?’

It’s rare that Yoongi goes out at night, he’s busy and he does his best work at night time, both in the workshop and on the streets, but he’d promised Seokjin he’d go.

‘Next week?’ he asks.

Seokjin nods, pushes open the door to the restaurant.

‘Yeah, don’t forget.’

***

Seulgi is a friend of Seokjin’s, they’d dated briefly, years back, but it hadn’t worked out.

She greets Seokjin enthusiastically at the door, the pink flush on her cheeks deepening as Seokjin gives her an affectionate hug.

She beams at Yoongi, and he smiles back because he’s not proof against her cheerful nature.

It’s how he became friends with Hoseok, after all.

‘Drinks, let me get you drinks,’ Seulgi cheers, leading them into her kitchen.

Seokjin’s swept away by Seulgi and her friends, he’s always been a popular guy. He shoots Yoongi a look as he’s pulled into the lounge, which Yoongi pretends not to see.

He lifts his cup to his lips, decides to go outside for a bit.

The deck outside has a few scattered people, mostly couples, some groups.

Yoongi leans against the wall, looks around idly. The throbbing bass of the music feels like a heartbeat. The night is cold and crisp, the skies clear, but there aren’t any stars visible in Seulgi’s backyard.

He lets his mind wander to his next project, restoring a classic Toyota for a friend from the circuit. He’ll need parts.

He wonders if you’ll be behind the counter when he next goes to the Kang warehouse. Then he’s straightening up, unsure if he’s manifested you into reality.

He’s never seen your full face, but he’d know your eyes anywhere.

You’re standing across the deck, looking straight at him, coat open over a dress that shows a hell of a lot more than the hoodie and sweats you had on the last time he saw you.

For the first time tonight, Yoongi feels a prickle of interest.

He’d known you’d be beautiful, there’d been something about the way you carried yourself.

You’re still looking at him.

Yoongi walks over.

‘Who’s manning the warehouse?’ he asks, when he gets close enough.

You tilt your head. ‘Are you really so concerned about my family business, Min Yoongi?’

There’s a mocking note in your voice, Yoongi finds he likes it.

‘You have the best quality parts,’ he says.

Your smile blooms over your face, making your eyes bright. ‘I knew there was a reason my grandfather liked you.’

Yoongi nods to your dress. ‘You look pretty.’

‘Thank you,’ you say. ‘You look pretty too.’

Yoongi can feel his lips curving. Are you flirting with him? Seems like you are.

He’s all for it.

You’re raising your cup now, taking a sip.

In the night time lighting, your lips glisten with moisture and whatever lipstick you’ve got on, making him wonder what they’d look like around his cock.

You eye him like you know exactly what he’s thinking.

Yoongi says, ‘Do you like cars? Want to see mine?’

***

You’ve got your legs either side of his torso, your ass bouncing in his lap, and Yoongi’s front seat’s reclined all the way to make room for you to ride him.

The lines of your beautiful body are reminiscent of a triumph of masters of Italian design. Long smooth thighs, tightening around him with every rhythmic thrust.

The curves of your breasts, bouncing right in his face.

The long line of your neck, head thrown back, the pulse in your throat fluttering as he holds your hips so he can fuck you back, fuck up into your sweet warmth.

His cock fits inside you like he was made for you, and god fucking damn, you feel so good around him he’s on a hair trigger.

Yoongi cups the back of your head, tugs you down so you’re close. Goosebumps prickle your flesh as he tells you how good you are.

Your eyes close as he kisses your bare neck, flicks his tongue against your skin.

You had been whimpering steadily as your arousal dripped down onto him, soaking his balls, pooling at the base of his cock, and as Yoongi picks up the pace he’s gratified by the hitch in your breathing.

Yoongi’s always been damn good at helping his partners find their pleasure, and he’s sure as hell not going to stop now.

Your breasts are still in his face, half out the low neck of your dress, chest heaving.

Yoongi rubs his thumb over the outline of your hardened nipple, and you cry out, muffled with your mouth against his skin but still loud enough to make his ears ring.

His balls tighten up even more as your walls flutter around him, and Yoongi would know you were coming even if you hadn’t gasped it.

God, you’re so sweet and sexy he’s lost.

He can feel your panting breaths against his neck, the weight of your warm body as it goes lax after your peak, the sweet grip of your cunt taking in everything he has to give you as he releases, a pulse of pleasure so intense it sends shockwaves through his skin.

Yoongi’s floating, and like reaching the summit of Mount Samo, he immediately wants to do it again.

You’re looking at him, lips still so swollen and pretty his spent cock gives a residual throb inside you.

‘Like my car?’ Yoongi asks. It’s stupid, but it makes you laugh and he’ll be as stupid as you like if it makes you sound like that.

Your chin lifts, and you say, ‘It’s all right.’

The flash of merriment in your eyes gives you away.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Maybe next time we can get the car started and I can actually take you somewhere.’

‘I don’t know,’ you tease. ‘Are you a good driver?’

Yoongi reaches out, tucks the lock of hair that’s fallen over your eye behind your ear.

‘Let’s find out,’ he says. ‘Where do you want to go?’

***

Yoongi’s thinking about you the next morning when he wakes up. He’d ended up taking you back to your place, where you’d kissed him sweetly at the door and bid him goodbye like a promise to see him again.

His phone rings and he’s still got you on his mind, so it takes a second for him to regroup.

‘The maknae needs help,’ Seokjin says, no preamble. ‘I’m going to swing by yours, be there in ten.’

Yoongi hangs up, wonders what the hell Jungkook’s got himself into this time.

By the time Seokjin arrives, Yoongi’s had time to bolt coffee and change, but Seokjin still raises a brow as he swings into the passenger seat.

As always, Seokjin’s impeccably dressed, dark hair swept back from his forehead like he’s going to his own fucking wedding instead of about to deal with some shit that’s going down.

Yoongi suppresses a yawn, tugs his beanie down over his brow.

‘What’s going down with JK?’ he asks.

Seokjin cuts off another car so smoothly they’re halfway down the intersection before the irritated horn blares.

‘Remember that race the other day? Jungkook beat Seungho fair and square, I was there.’

Yoongi groans. ‘The fuck. I thought we weren’t going to race that fragile asshole anymore.’

Seokjin glances in the rearview. ‘The maknae was still hurting over Mijin, I thought an easy win might make him feel better.’

‘So what’s Seungho done?’

‘Brought in the big guns,’ Seokjin says grimly. ‘Called in some guys from Hongkong. JK’s with them now.’

Now Yoongi’s fully awake. ‘Should’ve taken my car instead of this piece of shit,’ he says.

Seokjin just laughs. ‘Don’t worry about my car, Yoongi. Maybe think of a way to hide that big–ass hickey on your neck.’

‘Suck my dick,’ Yoongi says, like they’re 16 again.

‘Looks like someone already did,’ Seokjin returns.

***

Yoongi parks up outside the Kang warehouse, pushes open the door.

You look up from your phone. Your face mask is off, so Yoongi has the privilege of seeing the way your lips curve in a smile.

‘There’s been a shipment of fuel injectors,’ you say. ‘Want to take a look?’

Yoongi stops just in front of the wooden half-panel that separates you from him.

He tilts his head.

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Also, I took my friend’s Honda for a spin today, I’ve got a list.’

He smooths out the piece of paper he’s got folded in his pocket, places it on the counter.

You pick it up, get up. ‘I’ve got you.’

Yoongi runs a hand over the hickey over his neck. ‘I’ve been taking shit all day, about this,’ he adds.

‘Yeah?’ you ask, but you don’t seem the least bit contrite. ‘You did your share of marking, Min Yoongi.’

Yoongi asks, ‘What time do you get off?’

You’re about to answer when the door opens.

Yoongi turns and tenses immediately.

Fucking Shin Seungho.

‘You following me?’ he asks mildly.

Seungho scoffs, doesn’t deign to reply.

‘I’m collecting an order,’ he says to you.

Your face mask is back on, your face carefully blank. ‘Sure, what’s the name?’

When you go into the back to collect it Seungho turns to Yoongi.

Yoongi concentrates on the silkscreen of a cat on the wall behind the counter.

He can feel Seungho’s eyes on his face.

Just try it, fucker.

The fact was, he’d pushed Seokjin’s Honda to its limits beating Seungho’s friends today, and although the adrenaline’s ebbed, there’s a thin streak still running through his bloodstream, and he’s a spark away from igniting.

Seungho takes a step closer, and Yoongi turns to face him like he’s got all the time in the world.

You return just as Seungho opens his filthy mouth.

‘Looks like you’ve paid,’ you say, passing the box across the counter to Seungho.

You pull out the box cutter, slit the package, open it up for him to check, but don’t put it down.

‘Am I going to have trouble here, boys?’ you ask.

Seungho barely looks your way, Yoongi’s always known the man lacks vision.

‘Nah,’ Seungho says finally. He picks up the box, sneers at Yoongi.

Yoongi blanks his expression. There’s no way he’s going to start shit with Seungho in front of you.

The asshole’s not worth it.

As soon as the door closes behind Seungho you put down the box cutter.

The next words out of your mouth surprise him.

‘Shit, you’re hot when you’re mad, Yoongi.’

Yoongi stares at you, flummoxed, then he laughs.

‘Just when I’m mad?’ he asks.

You shrug. ‘Take me out on a date and I’ll tell you more.’

‘How about right now?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Let’s go.’

***

As your grip on his hair loosens, Yoongi lifts his mouth from your cunt, swipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Helps you tug your panties back up, smooths your skirt back down over your thighs.

He notices you’ve still got his cum in the corner of your lips. As he watches, you flick your tongue out, lick delicately.

His cock stirs with interest, and you act like you know it.

‘More later?’ you ask.

‘Yeah. After I win.’

Yoongi reaches over to help you with your seatbelt, arranging it across your chest, between your breasts, securing it.

You lean forward and kiss him as the belt clicks into place.

Yoongi starts the engine, turns the heating back on because he’s noticed your hands get cold easily.

‘I can drop you off at home before the race,’ he offers. ‘Come see you after.’

‘I want to see you drive,’ you say.

Yoongi wouldn’t say it, but he’s pleased. He knows he’ll keep you safe, it’s a circuit through the city outskirts he’s done a million times, and he’s looking forward to you meeting Seokjin and Hoseok and Jungkook.

He flicks on the lights, rolls into oncoming traffic. Heads North.

By the time he pulls up to the starting line there’s the usual crowd gathered. He parks up next to Seokjin and Hoseok.

In his rearview he can see JK surrounded by people. He’s lost the sad puppy air he had for a few weeks whilst he was pining after Mijin. The kid’s going to be all right, not that Yoongi’s ever had any doubt about that.

Engines all around him are starting up, a deafening series of rumbles.

Beside him, Seokjin waves, and Hoseok smiles so brightly it’s blinding.

The flag waves, and Yoongi accelerates.

Checks on you in the rearview, and you’re as pretty as he remembers.

Min Yoongi’s spent a lot of his life looking for connection, and by his reckoning, he’s doing pretty well right about now.

Lights flash by in a blur.

Yoongi drives.

Author note: And that's a wrap! Thank you for reading, hope you've enjoyed, here's to a brighter 2024. This time last year we were saying goodbye to Kim Seokjin, I can't wait to start welcoming the boys back again. Happy holidays to you all!

©hamsterclaw 2023

#bangtan christmas #bangtan christmas 2023 #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfic

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kingofbodyrolls · 3 months

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Hoseok fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Hoseok’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Hobi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (💜) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 [6k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours.

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

⭐Ho Ho Horrible @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

⭐Watch Yourself by @boymeetsweevil [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // non idol au, pwp // 🥵

📝 It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

🗨️ Oh this was hot alright 🥵

⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K] // jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵

⭐Two in one @here2bbtstrash [12K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖

⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)

⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯

⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K] // jhs x f.reader // dancer!au, sort of e2l // 🥵

📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨

⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K] // jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂

📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.

🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨

⭐Make Me @violetsiren90 [16k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, f2fwb, BDSM lifestyle // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 You’ve been friends with Hobi for years, and he’s your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

🗨️ Oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯

And as a something a little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Sonic Rain [25k] @jungblue

The Retreat [19.6k] @ugh-yoongi

Fake Love [16.2k] @aquaminwrites

The Night Shift [11k] @prolixitae

The Treasured Thief [16k] @justimajin

Happy birthday HOBI!!!! 🥳💜✨

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yerion · 1 year

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🤍 an archive from yours truly—a collection for all seven stars. handmade with love: find ongoing series, drabbles and one shots!

jeon jungkook.

MIND GAMES — ongoing series. ⬞ esports!au, gamer!jungkook, teamleader!jungkook. ⬞ you will be playing under jungkook’s team as the only female player—and the ace—if it wasn’t for your sudden deterioration in skill. the tournament is around the corner, and jungkook isn’t the type to pass up a win.

VELOCITY — ongoing series. ⬞ carmechanic!jungkook, enemies to lovers!au. ⬞ you and your brother—min yoongi, happened to stay at jungkook’s temporarily until the car was fixed. just when you were about to praise jungkook for his generosity, you discover how much of a misfortune he is—or is he just some guy you hate?

PROTANOPIA — ongoing series. ⬞ vampire!jungkook, forced roommates!au, enemies to lovers!au. ⬞ you can’t handle your own instinct sometimes; day by day, you start to realise how strange that really nice guy at church is. jungkook is the kindest person you know, but everything goes wrong when you pinpoint details he didn't think he had.

HIT THE LINE — a one shot. ⬞ racer!jungkook, rivals!au.

(LOVE) YOU — a one shot. ⬞ player!jungkook, nevertheless!au.

kim taehyung.

CINEMATIC — a one shot. ⬞ photographer!taehyung, long lost lovers!au.

park jimin.

coming soon!

jung hoseok.

WHY DON’T WE? — a one shot. ⬞ dancer!hoseok, established relationship!au.

min yoongi.

FOR TONIGHT — a one shot. ⬞ idol!yoongi, ex lovers!au.

kim namjoon.

coming soon!

kim seokjin.

coming soon!

#🐰 yeri: masterlist

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memphisfaith · 1 year

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Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, illegal activities.

Warning 2.0: See Chapter 5 for warnings. (Please read within your comfort level)

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

Mood boards

Kim Namjoon

M/c

Kim Seokjin

M/c Ending

Jeon Jungkook

Min Yoongi

Kim Taehyung

Jung Hoseok

Park Jimin

Chapters

Chapter 1 : The Elites

Chapter 2: The Legacies

Chapter 3: Heat of The Moment

Chapter 4: An Endless Night

Chapter 5: Boundless Nights(M)

#Jeon Jungkook x reader #Jeon Jungkook x y/n #Jeon Jungkook x you #Jeon Jungkook #Racer!Au #Masterlist #Street Spirits #Memphisfaith

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rainbowsuitcase · 8 months

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Fanfic Rec Friday #7

make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 681 words, E - Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Idiots in Love

Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.

all is fair in love and war by sseoltangie - Yoongi x Hoseok, 13 727 words, T - Highschool AU, Teenage Rebellion, Petty Revenge

When Yoongi wants to take revenge on his ex-boyfriend by keying his stupid car, Hoseok catches him.

Like the Movies by stellataes - Yoongi x Taehyung, 18 202 words, M - Famous Taehyung, Fluff, Love at First Sight

Min Yoongi's perfect life is turned upside down when world famous actor Kim Taehyung takes shelter from the rain in his bookstore. Only, Yoongi doesn't know he is world famous actor Kim Taehyung.

The Flickering Warmth of Love by Lssimpson999 - Yoongi x Hoseok x Namjoon, 36 413 words, E - Canonverse, Established Namgi, Friends with Benefits, Secret Relationship

The friends with benefits rapline fic with established Namgi and Hoseok who broke his promise not to fall in love.

I’ll drink you in (Deep into my throat, the whiskey that is you) by @mydis-ease - Seokjin x Namjoon x Jungkook, 57 043 words, E - Established Namjin, Age Gap (around 20 years, no underage), Dom/Sub

Crushing on your dad’s incredibly attractive friend sounds like all fun and games until you realize you’re going to be stuck working with him and his new husband for weeks. Nevertheless, that’s where Jungkook finds himself.

The List by Nisaki - Seokjin x Taehyung, 46 952 words, E - Toxic Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Actor Seokjin

He ignores the matter of the list for awhile and as long as he pretends it's not happening he's tentatively content. Until the night his boyfriend gets promoted and they go out to celebrate and Taehyung finds himself ten meters away from a man he's always thought of as unreal and out of his realm.

Kim Seokjin.

The only name on his OK to Sleep With List.

Fast, Furious, and Falling in Love - Series by myheartandsoulbelongtonamjoon (couldn't find socmed) - Namjoon x Jimin, 18 456 words, M - Detective Namjoon, Criminal Jimin, Fluff and Smut, Hate to Love

Namjoon is the star detective of the NYPD. Jimin is the car thief and street racer who helps him solve cases out of the goodness of his heart--and the heady desire that clouds his mind and stirs his dick whenever they're together.

Fall For Me, Burn For Me by thestarskeepfalling - Jimin x Taehyung, 58 609 words, E (for epilogue) - Fantasy AU, Magic Users, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstanding

Years ago, before the accident, before the lies, before everything, Jimin and Taehyung were the best of friends. Studying to be mages at the top university in the country, their futures looked bright. There was nothing they couldn’t do when they were side-by-side. But then, a single day changed everything.

Now, when an outside threat brings them hurtling back into each other’s lives, will the fire that burns between them heal what was broken? Or will it consume them entirely?

Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm (couldn't find socmed) - Yoongi x Namjoon, 67 947 words, E - Practice Kissing, Virgin Yoongi, Friends with Benefits

Yoongi has never been kissed. He asks Namjoon to help him out.

BONUS - Seokjin x Jimin Twitter AU, 81 parts, Soulmates, Crack

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longstoryoongi · 1 year

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lost in paradise? ✧･ﾟ:*

welcome to romy’s bts fanfiction reading blog.

below you’ll find my chaotic library. feel free to browse through fics by member, pairing, reader type, genre, alternate universes and tropes. after you’ve read a fic, make sure to reblog it in order to support the writer. happy browsing, dear visitor!

SEARCH THE LIBRARY ✧･ﾟ:*

➳ by member.

kim namjoon kim seokjin min yoongi jung hoseok park jimin kim taehyung jeon jungkook

➳ by reader x pairing.

namjin • sope • taegi • jikook yoonmin • namseok • yoonkook • minimoni taekook • taejoon • 2seok • yoonjin vmin • taejin • vhope • jinkook • ot7 hyung line • maknae line vocal line • rap line

➳ by type.

drabble • one-shot • two-shot • series

➳ by reader-type.

gender-neutral reader • female reader

➳ by genre.

fluff • angst • smut • pwp • comedy • dark content slice of life • drama • mystery • horror supernatural • science fiction • fantasy dystopia • thriller • psychological

➳ by alternate universes.

idolverse!au • sugar daddy!au • racer!au • ceo!au college | university!au • soulmate!au • criminal!au vampire!au • werewolf!au • witch!au • demon!au angel!au • ghost!au • monster!au • fairy!au pirate!au • royal!au • apocalyptic!au zombie apocalypse!au • alien!au • space!au time travel!au • superhero!au • supervillain!au mythology!au • folklore!au • fairytale!au

➳ by tropes.

friends to lovers • rivals to lovers • enemies to lovers lovers to enemies • established relationship arranged marriage • fake dating • mutual pining

➳ romy’s fic reviews.

#lsy_ficmarked: to be read

#lsy_bookshelf: currently reading

#lsy_romy reviews.txt: my comments on other people’s writing

#lys_romy hearts this fic: personal favourites

#jamais queue: my queued tag

want me to read your fic? use the tag #useromy on your writing & i’ll be sure to check your creations out.

#lsy_navigation #lsy_library #bts fanfic recs

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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KSJ: Athlete / Sports AU

List of all Seokjin fics under 'Athlete / Sports' AU:

* s - contains smut

* Last updated: 30/04/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by 1kook volleyball team captain!Seokjin, team manager!reader, college au

* Bruised by dawnagustd s trainer's son!Seokjin, MMA fighter!reader Summary: Seokjin is intentionally trying to make your day harder but two can play that game.

Promise by hyungieyoongi established relationship Summary: Jin teaches reader to snowboard.

Swim Captain by taleasnewastime swim captain!Seokjin

Three by dreamyjoons fighter!Seokjin, established relationship Summary: “Please don’t cry.”

O N E S H O T S

All You’re Giving Me is Friction by hot-soop s wc~28.3k / surfer!Seokjin, lifeguard!reader, lovers to enemies to lovers Summary: You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

Allez by hamsterclaw s wc~8.9k / fencer!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: Seokjin's the latest fencer to join your parents' studio. He's competitive, beautiful and challenges you in ways beyond the foil.

By the Pool by bluewhale52 s wc~2.9k / ft JJK, boyfriend!Seokjin, coach!Seokjin, university au, PWP Summary: Jungkook has to stay back after practice, thanks to you. But perhaps, staying back isn’t so bad after all.

Come Sail Away by the-boy-meets-evil s wc~7.8k / enemies to lovers Summary: Kim Seokjin is the captain of a sailing team bound for one of the biggest regattas around. Only one problem: that team also includes Taehyung, who's incredibly accident prone. Will he let you save the day despite your history?

Fast Lane by yminie s wc~20k / Formula One racer!Seokjin, pit crew!reader, enemies to lovers Summary: “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

Float like a Butterfly, Swim like a Fish by bangtaninink s wc~2.9k / swim captain!Seokjin, college au, PWP Summary: Pool sex with college senior and captain of the swim team Jin.

Grand Slam by sugarushsuga s wc~4.2k / established relationship, idol au Summary: A Tennis class leads your boyfriend’s fertile imagination into jealous mode. But you know what to say and do to calm him down.

Heart of Gold (Blades of Ice) by ve1vetyoongi s wc~20k / hockey player!Seokjin, figure skater!reader, childhood friends to lovers Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart.

Riding Fakie by ugh-yoongi wc~14.2k / skater!Seokjin, fake dating, enemies to lovers Summary: The one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend and end up with so much more.

Rings by persphonesorchid s wc~17.7k / boxer!Seokjin Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him.

Stuck With You by taleasnewastime s wc~29.6k / snowboarder!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: It’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

What a Racquet [AO3] by reliablemitten wc~3k / tennis player!Seokjin, neighbors au Summary: You write a note to the anonymous piano player in your building.

#ksj list #seokjin fic

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sopeecoffee · 2 years

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Sope AU where Hoseok is a Formula 1 driver and Yoongi is a huge fan of his. 🏎️🌟

However, Yoongi is secretly an illegal street racer and the reason he's such a fan of Hoseok is because his driving style is very reminiscent of the one often seen in the illegal scene... 🔥

#max prompt #sope #yoonseok #bts suga #bts jhope #hoseok #yoongi #suga #jhope

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lostberet · 2 months

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꒰‧₊˚🍊☆༉‧₊˚. ROLL & DICE

Your parents never approved of your boyfriend. Your dad loves his car, your boyfriend loves to win, and you love to celebrate his victories.

✒ pair. min yoongi x fem!reader ↪ tags. smut racer boyfriend!yoongi, established relationship, racer au, inspired by fast and furious kinda, ODETARI inspired, slight age gap (reader is 19, yoongi is 22). plot. Your boyfriend takes you to a car meet, in which he is racing. After winning the race, you guys ditch to celebrate between yourselves. cw. smut, car sex, parking lot sex car (public sex?), racing, reader gets a bit scared at how fast it goes, dirty talk, yoongi referring to reader as a princess, hoseok calls reader mama, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), hand kink, choking kink, spanking, big!dick!yoongi because he is, creampie. english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything, let me know a/n. I am literally so in love with yoongi, I love him so much, he is my man he just so- UGH, I bite my pillow whenever I see anything relating to Yoongi, I'm so obsessed. Anyways, enjoy, comment and reblog! chiao!

masterlist || entry ||

It was noisy, stinky and slutty.

Your boyfriend's hand tested on your hip, holding you close to him as both of you leaned on the hood of his Dark Blue Mustang, the orange LED lights under the car lighting your feet. You wore a jean mini skirt, pink plump heels, and a tank top that also matched the pink of your heels. Your closet sure was more brighter than your boyfriend's who only wore a baggy black sweats and an oversized black t-shirt. You wore gold jewelry, he wore silver. Yoongi eyed the crowed before turning to look at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear before being interrupted by a loud greeting.

"Yo mama looks good today, Agust D, how'd you been?" A man with a heart-shaped smile walked over as he greeted Yoongi with a hug and a pat on his back, "Smile Hoya!" Yoongi greeted back, turning to look at you and extending his arm towards you, "My woman always looks great."

You accepted Yoongi's hand, smiling at his friend, "Thanks for having me tonight, Smile Hoya" Smile Hoya just waved his hand, for his street style, he sure looked very bright, "Call me Hobi, you're my main guy's girl."

You only smiled, hiding your face on your boyfriend's shoulder while Hobi turned to Yoongi, "Better not lose tonight, got thousands on this baby right here." Hobi stated while he patted the Mustang's hood.

Yoongi only rolled his eyes, "I never lose, Smiles." Hobi, swinging his index finger in the air, "Not with Kai in the house." Turning his whole body towards you, Yoongi hugged your waist, looking down at you, "She's my lucky charm tonight and always." And with a final laugh, Hobi left the two of you alone.

"Shut up, D." You teased before leaning in and pecking his lips. Yoongi only pocked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "If I win, can I have this?" He asked before slapping your ass, causing your to jerk up. You let out a laugh and smacked his chest, pulling away from him, "Sure you can, only if you win."

"Engines ready!" Yelled a blonde, her bikini top was loose and her shorts were down a bit to where her pink thong was displayed. You looked at Yoongi as he prepared himself, checking the mirrors and losing his nerves. You chuckled a bit before looking in front. The blonde removed her bikini top, displaying her breast. Your jaw dropped as you let out a breathy laugh. You still couldn't get used to this stuff.

"Yours are way prettier, princess." Yoongi teased as he gazed his eyes down on the ground right in front of the blonde's feet. You softly hit Yoongi's arm, which he only laughed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he stepped on the handle, letting the Mustang roar. His head turned to his left, where Kai was, his windows rolled down as he sent Yoongi a friendly raise of his hand, Yoongi only nodded once at him.

"Ready.." The blonde echoed once more, eyeing the crowd as they cheered, "Get Set," She commented as she raised her yellow bikini top. You felt your anxiety kick in as you rubbed your hands on your thighs. "Go!" The moment the blonde threw the bikini top on the ground, Yoongi stepped on the paddle, sending the car in motion. Your body pressed back on the seat, Yoongi played with the paddle as he drove the car, smirking as he noticed Kai being left only a few feet behind.

Yoongi reached over towards you and grabbed the walky-talky from your lap, "Smiles, tell me where to go." The other line fell silent before Hobi's cheery voice came on, cheers could be heard in the background, "Turn right into Avenue Street, and you'll get into the highway all down to Washington."

"Thanks, bud, see you at the finish line." Yoongi echoed before throwing the walky-talky behind on the seats and making a sharp turn to the right on Avenue Street. "The Highway??" You asked, holding onto the seat under you, "they cleared the highway up, princess." You frowned your brows a bit, "uh, yoongi.. that's illegal.." Yoongi only let out a deep chuckle, "I know."

Getting into the highway, yoongi changed the handle, causing the car to speed further, noticing Kai catching up. It all seemed to be going well until Hobi's voice echoed on the eat behind him, "D, police noticed the blockage, change of route." Yoongi breathed out a cuss, "princess, can you get the talky for me?" You nodded and turned your body, bending over the small space to grab the talky.

"Nice ass. You wore those cute undies i like?" Yoongi commented, making you turn faster than the speed of light, your face flushed, "you perv.." you huffed as you handed him the talky. Yoongi only grinned before replaying to Hobi, "if the police appear on my ass, we're splitting the money 75 to 25." Yoongi warned, causing the other line to laugh. "If they appear, you just gotta lose them, old pal."

Turning down the highway into a curvy road, Yoongi felt his heart stop, seeing the police car parked. Unable to do anything, he shook his head and continued down the road, causing the police siren to go off. You looked behind you to see the bright blue and red lights, "Seat belt, princess, we've talked about this" You nodded and quickly put on your seatbelt.

The speed of the car made you feel as if you were floating, an interestingly terrifying feeling. You gulped as you felt the sharp turns, "Yoongi.." you whispered, his hand holding yours that clenched your skirt, "You're okay, princess, I'm here."

On the right, Kai sped up, making a right turn to leave the highway and find another route. Yoongi mentally praised the guy. Yoongi had memorized all the streets in the city, that's what every great street racer does, always be prepared. Yoongi grabbed the talky, "Hobi, prepare that finish line, imma lose this shitty cop." Changing the speed, your boyfriend drove towards an exit, going into smaller streets, it was dangerous, but at least he'd lose the cop.

Running through some neighborhoods and allies, Yoongi was able to lose the cop, lightly rubbing your thigh, "see, lost 'em." You only let out a soft laugh, taking a breath in. Hopping back into the right route, Yoongi eyed each enterence, knowing Kai would pop out. As if calculated, Yoongi shifted a lane, Kai appearing beside him, "fucking dick."

The cars were neck to neck, and the sound of the engine echoed in your ears as you gripped the seat, closing your eyes. Yoongi eyed the car next to him, his brows frowning. He could tell from the multiple colors that the finish line had been set, and everyone was waiting for the winner. Yoongi reached behind him, and the sound of clicking and tapping could be heard, "what are you doing?"

Yoongi looked over at you, "winning this race." Your eyes trailed back to the road, your mouth opening a bit in suprise, "so that's how racers do.." Yoongi only giggled softly, setting himself before he grabbed a small control, handling it to you, "have the honor of winning this race."

Your eyes shined as you saw the remote, grabbing the remote and kissing Yoongi's cheek. You waited until Yoongi's call to press it. Kai seemed to have thought the same thing. However, he did it sooner. His car flaying forward. Yoongi only barked out a laugh, "idiot."

After 10 seconds, his car lost its speed, falling back to be neck to neck. Yoongi smirked as he stepped on the peddle, speeding beside him, "Now!" You pressed the button, this time his Mustang flying forwards, you let out a yelp in surprise at the speed, "Oh shit."

You closed your eyes, not wanting to think much about the speed, and before you knew it, the car had slowed down, Yoongi's laugh echoing in the closed space of the car. He did a U-turn and was soon coming to a complete stop. You heard cheers coming from outside the car, your sign that you've made it through the finish line.

You opened your eyes to see people crowding the car. You were about to step out when Yoongi stopped you, "Wait." He lowered the window on his side, Hobi pushing his way through, "You the man, D!" Hobi praised, "Cop was on my ass Smiles, I warned you.”

Hobi only rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah, I know man–" the sound of sirens distracted the crowd, causing people to scatter to their own cars, "Enjoy your chase, Smiles" Yoongi smirked before driving off, Hobi stood frozen in the chaos before flipping the Mustang off.

The light sound of sirens echoed in the darkness of the parking lot, a few floors of the lower level, the area was dark, probably since it was an old lot. The cops wouldn't check there, and your boyfriend knew that. Yoongi let out a laugh as he looked over, seeing the chase of many cars by the cops, some actually even being pulled over, "We lost them, princess."

You only let out a moan, holding onto the hood of the car. Your boyfriend had you bent over the hood, skirt up to your waist, and cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, leaking from the multiple orgasms you've already had. Yoongi's sticky fingers from all the fingering rested on your hip, your heels weren't bringing in any support to you, having to stand on the tips, "fuck, yoongi.." You whined.

"yes, princess" Your boyfriend purrs, unbothered by your panting self. He pressed his hips more onto yours, feeling him push his dick deeper into you, "please.." your voice was low, yet he understood what you wanted. His fingers dug into your waist as he brought your hips back harder against his own, and the way he was thrusting into you had you feeling like the air was being punched out of your lungs.

His dick was so big, so long, so thick. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you so good. Your gummy like walls pulsing around his veiny cock making you moan out filthy words you never imagined that would ever come out of your mouth. He drove you to sin.

Yoongi's hand snaked towards your throat, his fingers wrapping around your throat, as his pace picked up, "You like my hands wrapping around your pretty throat, huh?" You heard him chuckle from behind, getting a moan out of you. Your boyfriend pulled your upper body against his chest, your back pushed against his chest, and a strangled moan escaped your lips, the sensation starting to make you feel light headed.

He was so damn good, and you felt yourself nearing your climax, with him still pounding into you from behind, your breast brushing against the hood as the car moved with the force of his thrusts, and you came, moaning loudly, your orgasm making your body shake, and the sound of your cries was drowned out by the sirens of the police, looking for many more of the racers.

Your hips stuttered, and your vision became hazy as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and you whimpered at the sensory overload, "Slow down.. yoongi,.." you whined, your hand reaching back to hold onto his stomach, trying to push him back just a bit.

Yoongi then took your arm, pinning it behind you, his free hand slapping your ass, causing you to jerk forward, "Let me savor my victory, princess." You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously fucking himself into you. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out.

Your eyes rolled back, and it had him gritting his teeth, grinding into you until you couldn't stand, and his own legs barely kept him up anymore. He panted softly, gulping as you melted into him, both of his arms hugging your waist. Slowly, he got himself off you, holding you in place to not collapse.

The sirens had died down by the time Yoongi had helped you clean yourself up. You were shivering from the cold as Yoongi unlocked the car, gesturing for you to get on as he looked down at the street, "This is why your mom hates me." Yoongi commented, causing you to stop before getting into the car, "She hates the age gap and your car."

"Exactly, your dad loves me and your mom hates me." Yoongi leaned in and kissed your forehead, "My dad likes your car, not you." You corrected. Yoongi only shrugged, "tomato, tomato."

After settling you into the passenger seat, Yoongi handed you his jacket to cover your legs, "A win is still a win." Starting the engine, Yoongi leaned into the steering wheel, gaze fixed on you, "And you know how to win."

a/n. I love yoongi :c

#bts #x reader #bts army #bts x reader #bts fanfic #kpop #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts suga #bts smut #lostberet

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Fic Recs | Racer AUs

Based on an ask which I got a bit excited about because I love action! So fics like these, I get thrilled to read =) Please note that not all fics will have heavy racing scenes (if you want heavy action, watch racing movies 😁)

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst |

*members arranged per total number of racing fics

Jungkook

Accelerate @dreamscript - series [3/3] | 8k | playboy, rich kid!jungkook | S, F, slight A (this is hot, sexy and actually fluffy

Bitchin Rides + Sequel @bbbrats /@bimbo-jk - two shot | 7k | strangers to lovers, eventual established, pwp | S, F 🔥 (note: author posted one shot + sequel on separate accounts, hence two urls)

Champion @notsoguiltykpop - series [10/?] | 41k+| Slow Burn, Street Racer!!Jungkook x Rookie!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals | F, A (I have notifs on for this author because I’ve been following their Yoongi series ever since 🥰. So I was so thrilled when I got notifs when they posted early this year. This is still ongoing so you can follow and turn notifs on too)

Drift @yminie - two shot [1/2] | 8.9k+| tokyo drift-inspired, street racing, drift racing | A (so far)

Dry Dry Dessert @bangtanstanst - one shot | 2k | Amateur Racing AU, prompts: “Make Me” + “Can You Move?” | F (cute)

Finishing Line @kooksbliss - series [1/?] | 6.1k+ | strangers to lovers, street racers | F, eventual S (I just checked it hasn’t been updated since I last read it)

Ignition @inkedtae - part of the All Star series | 19k motorcycle racer!jungkook x rookie racer!reader, enemies to lovers, pining | A, F

In Which He’ll Lose for Her @minstrivia - drabble | 1.5k | Racer!Jungkook x Hard-to-get!OC, chasing after her for months, action, feat ex-bf!taehyung | F (cool how author squeezed in a bit of action for a drabble)

Radio Chaos @plumblackjeon - feat Yoongi | series [6/6] | 15.9k | Illegal racing, Love Triangle, check tags for warnings (dark themes: implied infidelity(?), abuse, toxic relationship, etc - while writing this I was thinking if there’s a fic by the author that isn’t dark 🤭) | S, A

Risk It All @kookdiaries - feat Yoongi | one shot | 8.2k | Boyfriend!Yoongi, Rookie!Jungkook, Bet with OC (if he wins he gets to sleep with OC), action, threesome | S, A 🔥 (so flithy)

Street Racin @leebutnot - one shot | 3.4k | Established Relationship, pwp | S 🥵💦

Street Spirits @memphisfaith - series [5/?] | 35.4k+ | Illegal racing gang, OC was taken under their wings, slight Gang AU |

Note: I also remember a racer!jungkook fic from Zibermuda but it’s not available T_T (but who knows they might repost)

Yoongi

A World Alone @sketchguk - one shot | 11.3k | Modern Vampire AU, Street Racer, Bad Boy, Bestfriend AU, FWB | S, F, A (i love this because the themes are so unique!)

Hearts Racing @bubble-tae - one shot | 3.7k | Strangers to Lovers, Out-of-towner!OC, Summer Romance (I added this because this is how it felt 🥺) | S, A

Life in the Fast Lane @you-know-bts - one shot | 5.5k | Strangers to Lovers, Street Racing scene | F (though it’s just implied)

Sinners and Saints @suhdays - two shot | 40k | Streetracer!Yoongi, Mechanic!OC, action, drama | A, F [deactivated]

Yoongi, it’s Y/N @seokjinish - one shot | 13.9k | F1 Driver!Yoongi x Mechanic/Engineer!YN, action, coworkers (very much strangers even though they work together), stuff about contracts | f, a, s

Taehyung

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*there’s one hybrid x streetracer!hoseok fic series but it’s been on hiatus since 2019 (but never say never, so I linked it here)

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Thank you dear authors for bringing racer imagines to life! 🥰

🌷 posted: 2021 May 15 | updated: 2022 May 23 (newly added) 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =) (especially racer fics for the other members)

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Now or Never - 07 | FINAL

Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: racer hoseok au / angst / smut Word Count: 17.2k

A/N: oh wow, this was a long ride *pun intended* Anyways, here it is, the final chapter of this serie. It’s sad to finally write down everything I thought about while listening to Now or Never by Halsey more than a year ago. Seeing everything finished makes me feel sad and I don’t know how to feel about this part, if I like it or not... But I hope you do :) Thanks for being here. Lots of love!

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“Hello?” the male voice says through the other side of the line.

“Hi.”

“Y/N? I thought you had deleted my number?”

“You texted me the other day, remember?” you say, biting your lower lip.

“And you left me on read,” Hoseok sighs. “I thought maybe you needed some space or something.”

“I thought so too,” you whisper.

You lower your head and lean your back on the locker behind you. Hoseok remains silent too.

“Can I see you tonight?” you mumble after a few seconds.

You can hear his doubt even through the phone.

“A… Are you sure you wanna see me? I don’t wanna rush you into anything,” he says.

“I’m sure,” you nod reassuringly.

“Okay, well then… I’m dying to see you too,” he says, and you can imagine him with that radiant smile drawn on his lips.

It only breaks your heart even more.

“I’m at work right now, but my shift ends in fifteen minutes,” you say, looking at the clock that almost marks midnight.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he says, hanging up.

You sigh, putting your phone in your backpack. Bringing your knees to your chest, you hug them tightly. Tonight is your last day at work. To say that you’ll miss it would be a complete lie, but the fact that you won’t work here anymore means more than just stop coming here ever week, or stop getting paid.

Just as he said, in less than ten minutes Hoseok is there, letting you know through text message.

After saying goodbye to your colleagues, you leave the hospital through the staff door. There he is, inside his silver Porsche waiting for you.

Quickly, you walk towards the car looking around you and making sure no one is there watching you, even though you wouldn’t be surprised to find Mark somewhere.

“Hey,” Hoseok says once you get in the car, hesitant. He doesn’t know how to approach you.

You guess you’re the one to blame, since you ignored his texts and called him out of the blue.

“Can we just go for a ride?” is all you say.

He looks at you one more time before igniting the engine and getting out of the parking lot.

You remain silent as you press your forehead to the glass of the passenger window. You watch the streetlights disappear as you pass by, leading to deserted streets and dark alleys. The neon lights adorn the tall buildings of the city and the last buses leave their passengers on their stops. It looks like a completely different world by night.

You don’t know where Hoseok is leading you, you just wanted to escape with him for a few hours, maybe make yourself believe that everything was fine and that you wouldn’t have to betray the only person that has kept loyal to you through these past months.

Finally, the car reaches a more secluded are on the outskirts of the city.

It is a small mountain from where you can see the landscape of the city, all its lights looking like stars in the distance.

Hoseok stops the car and turns off the engine, leaving the radio on as soft music plays on the background. The only lights that enlighten you both are the ones from the panel of the car.

“Are you okay?” he asks after a short silence.

You’ve thought about it all week, about Mark’s words and threats. Your sister was all that mattered to you, or so you thought, because making a decision has been more difficult than you thought it’d be. Sure, you had feelings for Hoseok, but you had never thought that they had reached the point where sacrificing you and Hoseok for your sister would be something you needed to think about more than once.

You’ve thought about telling Hoseok and convincing him to help you, but how would he react when you told him that you were the mysterious new racer of the Black Panthers? His rival. You know he likes you, and that he wants to keep seeing you and is willing to take the risk… But does he feel the same way about you? Does he love you? You don’t know that for sure, you don’t know if he would be willing to risk more than his position in the Blue Eagles for you and your sister, much less after hiding such a secret from him all this time. Plus, if Mark found out he had helped you… Would your sister be safe?

“Hey,” he calls once again when you stay still and don’t say a word. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You shake your head, your eyes still somewhere far from that car.

“Y/N, baby,” he whispers, two of his fingers grabbing your chin softly and turning your head towards him. “Talk to me.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Can you trust him?

You open your eyes and stare at his. In the darkness of the car you can see their vivid shine, that same shine that dragged you towards him in the first place.

You open your mouth to speak, to tell him the truth… But somehow, you stop yourself.

Who is the man who is sitting in that car with you? You don’t know him. He is Jung Hoseok and he is a racer of the Blue Eagles. Apart from racing, he deals with drugs and does other jobs for his gang. But, has he ever killed somebody? Has he ever had his heart broken? Does he have a family? Dreams? Plans for the future? Does he like coffee in the mornings or is he a tea person? Does he like rainy days or sunny days? Does he prefer the right side or the left side of the bed?

You only know his name and his preferences in sex, that he likes Tinashe and that he enjoys dancing, but further than that, you don’t know him. Can you put your sister’s life in the hands of a stranger just because you’re in love with him? For God’s sake, you’ve only known him for four months.

As you stare into his eyes, you realise you don’t really know who Hoseok is, all the conversations you have had have been light-weighed and banal, you’ve only slept in the same bed once and all you have are some passionate nights and funny moments to remember.

“I’m just stressed for my final exams,” you end up saying, the lump in your throat getting tighter and making you feel as if you are being strangled.

“Oh shit, they were this week,” he growls. “I completely forgot, sorry for not asking you about them.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Did they go well?”

“I don’t know,” you honestly say. “I was a bit distracted and I didn’t study during the weekend.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re a nerd,” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m sure you had studied everything the month before the exams.”

You smile lightly. How is it that he even makes you smile when you’re feeling like a shit?

“Shut up, I like to take a last review.”

“Sure,” he teases you.

You punch him in the arm playfully and he smiles.

“There’s something else going on in that mind of yours, I can see it.”

Ugh, you hate how he always reads you like an open book.

“You can read minds now?” you joke, trying to change the topic.

“I’ve always been able to, it’s just a secret I wanted to keep,” he says. “But don’t try to distract me, tell me what’s wrong.”

You roll your eyes, but let him grab you from your waist and pull you towards him until you’re sitting on his lap. Slowly, he pushes his seat backwards so you have more space.

You bring a hand to his cheek and caress his soft skin.

“I’ve been wondering… I barely know you,” you whisper softly. “You always read me so well, but when it comes to you… You hide behind that funny-and-cool-guy façade and I can’t see beyond it.”

Hoseok sighs and turns serious. Then, he leans backwards so his back is pressed to the back of his seat.

“What do you wanna know?” he asks after a few seconds.

“I don’t know,” you blurt out. “Everything? A lot of things?”

He smiles softly and lets his hands roam your back, calming you.

“Start with something easy please.”

“Who are you, Hoseok?”

“Oh wow, I asked you to start with something easy,” he jokes before turning serious once again. “What do you mean by that?”

You sigh and get more comfortable on his lap.

“I mean, I barely know you. You have all this faces I’ve seen, but I don’t know which one of them is the real you,” you say as a flash of hurt crosses his features.

“I’ve always shown you the real me.”

“Yeah, but is it the funny and laid-back guy, or the cocky drug seller? Or maybe the mysterious and quiet racer? The calm boy who can sit for hours at a party doing nothing or the energetic boy who loves dancing and gets scared of fair rides?”

He tears his hands from their grip on your back and looks at you sternly.

“I’m all of them.”

You shake your head and bring a hand up to caress one of his cheeks.

“I refuse to think that the same boy who makes love to me all night long and always makes me laugh and comforts me is the same person that deal with drugs and races illegally and do all sorts of other illegal activities.”

“Well, sorry to break it to you, but I’m the same,” he says lifting his hands up in the air.

“I just want to know you better.”

“And you? What about you?” he snaps, changing the topic and directing it to you. “Is the girl that studies at a good university and barely ever attends to frat parties the same that belongs to a gang and hooks up with a criminal?”

“You’re not a criminal.”

“I deal with drugs, race illegally and do all sorts of other illegal activities,” he says, repeating your previous words. “That sounds like a criminal to me.”

You sigh. Because he’s always like this. You take one step forward and he takes two steps back.

“My father abandoned us when I was twelve. I can’t stand my mother and as soon as I reached sixteen I moved from home. Ever since then I’ve been paying my own rent, my studies, I’ve been saving money so when my sister turned sixteen she could come and live with me in another city far from our mother. That’s why I joined the Black Panthers too, because of the money and the freedom they offered me, and when the races finish, I’m planning on moving with my sister – who turned sixteen last week – to another city. One far from here. That’s it, that’s everything you need to know about me,” you say barely breathing in between sentence and sentence.

Besides Lynn, Hoseok is the only person you’ve told about your family and your personal life.

You wait for him to say something, but he just remains there contemplating you with that same blank expression. Not being able to stand the silence, you start talking once again.

“I love history and I would like to be a nice historian, maybe work as an annalist for some cool magazine or newspaper, travel the world and go to every single museum in this planet. I am rather shy and quiet, it takes a long time before I trust someone and even then, I don’t show my true self until I’m a hundred percent sure I can trust them. I am independent and I hate when someone is constantly asking me what I’m doing or how I am. I like silent places and cars. I like racing because it makes me feel the owner of my own life. I hate spicy things and love tea, oh and I always choose the left side of the bed.”

You finish with a deep breath and then look at Hoseok. You can swear you’ve never seen him looking at you with such an intensity. Reality dawns over you when you realise you just told Hoseok everything about you – in a rather summarised way – and suddenly you feel scared.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Did you go too far? He told you he liked you, and that he wanted to keep seeing you, but maybe he just wants sex and you misunderstood him.

Biting your lower lip and scolding yourself mentally, you start pulling away from Hoseok. Just as he notices you moving, he grabs your hips and forces you to stay in place.

“You’re moving to another city?” he asks.

You scoff and fight against his grip.

“That’s all you have to say after everything I told you?” you spit. “You ask me if I’m moving even after opening myself to you like that?”

With anger running fiercely through your entire body, you grab his wrists and force him to pull away from you.

“Let me go,” you growl.

“Wait, no, Y/N,” he says, fighting against you.

“Let me go Hoseok,” you say through clenched teeth. He’s stronger than you and resists your movements.

“No until you let me speak.”

“You spoke, and said the most stupid thing you could’ve said.”

“So, asking the girl I’m crazy for if she’s going to move is a stupid thing?”

You stop your movements and look at him with wide eyes.

“Are you going to answer my question?” he asks. “Are you going to move to another city?”

Looking at his eyes and nodding is painful, but you do it anyway.

“As soon as the races end?”

“Yeah, my sister will have ended school and I will have graduated. We have nothing else that ties us to this place anymore.”

“Not even the Black Panthers?”

“No.”

“Not even me?” he asks.

You take a moment to think. Of course you would love staying in here and keep seeing Hoseok, but it would lead you nowhere. Your mother would make sure to ruing yours and your sister’s lives, she was an important person in this city and she had contacts. She would make sure you wouldn’t find a job and that you wouldn’t be able to pay for a rent and your sister’s studies, so the both of you would have to return home with the tail between your legs. And you aren’t even sure the thing between you and Hoseok would have a future. Are you willing to sacrifice everything you’ve been fighting for, for a boy you met barely four months ago?

“I just don’t know any other thing that isn’t racing or being part of a gang. My father was part of one, my sister too, and then my cousin. He was the one who introduced me to the Blue Eagles when I was fourteen, and I guess this is all I’ve done ever since then,” he shrugs. “It’s simple as that. This is all I am and all I’ve ever been. I’ve always had a happy life, I love my family and my friends. This is my life and all that I’ve got and I never told you about it because, to be honest, I never thought I would feel the need to.”

He brings you closer to him and you let him do whatever he pleases with you.

“At first it started as something dangerous and thrilling, I didn’t care about you, who you were or your damn gang, but then… I don’t know what this is anymore,” he sighs, running a hand through your hair.

“You aren’t going to leave this even if I ask you to follow me and run away from this shitty city, are you?” you softly ask.

“No,” he sincerely answers.

And that’s all you need to know. He likes you, maybe he even loves you, but he loves his lifestyle even more. You don’t blame him for it. You love him, but you also have things that are more important, like your sister and your future. You don’t want to belong to a gang all your life, you don’t like this lifestyle of running and escaping and hiding.

You stare deeply into his eyes and he stares back deeply into yours.

“What the fuck are we doing then?” you scoff, laughing bitterly.

“Just living the moment,” he answers, grabbing your jaw and connecting his lips with yours.

You follow his lips and tongue, his passionate movements and lewd sounds. It’s all so raw and vivid, but it’s always been like that when it comes to you and Hoseok.

He parts his lips from yours after biting harshly on your lower lip, and he starts tracing kisses down your neck. You move yourself closer to him and grabs the back of his neck, pressing his face ever harder against you.

“We’re gonna get hurt in the end,” you mutter, biting your already sore lower lip to prevent you from moaning.

“Who cares,” he growls, his voice muffled because of your skin. “It was fucking worth it.”

He parts his lips from your skin and looks at you in the eye.

“We’re always talking about getting caught and the others finding out, about us being in danger because of this, but who fucking cares anymore,” he growls again. “I want you and you want me.”

He grips your cheeks tightly, forcing you to stay in place and look at him.

“I fucking want you so much I don’t care about them finding out about us or about us being in danger,” he says with his jaw clenched tight. “When this all ends we’ll remember it and think, ‘fuck, it was so worth it’.”

You gulp down and lean forwards to attach your lips to his once again. He’s right. This was so fucking worth it.

You start grinding on his lap as Hoseok deepens the kiss, grabbing the back of your head and pressing you against him. The radio keeps sounding in the background as the sound of ragged breaths starts filling the car.

You could never have enough of Hoseok. The feeling of his hardening member against your core as you grind on him, the friction between the material of your jeans turning you on even more. His hands grabbing every curve of yours, his slender fingers tracing every millimetre of skin. The way his lips feel against yours. His taste. His smell. His sounds.

Panting from all the kisses, you pull back and grab the hem of his t-shirt. Instead of smirking and teasing you as he usually would, he just lifts his arms and lets you take off his t-shirt. As soon as the piece of fabric is gone and thrown in the back of his car he reattaches his lips to yours fervently.

He pushes you backwards until your back hits the steering-wheel, hitting the claxon and causing a loud noise to fill the place. You don’t even acknowledge it, as you let Hoseok take off your denim jacket.

He wastes no time as he finds the hem of your t-shirt and sneaks his hands inside of them so he can caress the soft skin of your stomach.

You moan, letting your head fall backwards as Hoseok’s lips traces kisses from your lower lip to the junction in between your collarbones. His hands trail up until they find your bra.

He cups both of your breasts with his hands and squeezes them while he keeps ravishing your neck with his kisses. Another moan escapes from your lips when he pulls your bra down and you feel your breasts bouncing a he sets them free.

“Oh God,” you mumble when you feel his hands on your breasts again, caressing them, rounding the nipples in between his index finger and his thumb, squeezing them and seizing them with both his hands.

“You like this, babe?” he asks, his voice muffled as he keeps kissing your collarbones.

“Yeah,” you gasp. “Yeah, I love this.”

“Hmm… I love your tits,” he growls, giving them a particular hard squeeze as if to emphasize his words.

“H… Hoseok,” you moan.

“Fuck.”

With a sharp movement, he takes his hands from under your t-shirt and as soon as you lift your arms, he takes it off. He leaves your bra on, still pulled down a bit so he can see your breasts.

He spanks you when you start grinding on his crotch once again.

“Do you want my cock? Is that why you’re grinding on my lap like a needy slut?”

You nod, biting your lower lip and looking at him through your lashes, your eyes almost closed in the bliss state you’re in.

“Keep grinding on it babe, I want you to come in your pants for me.”

“Ah…” you breathe when he lifts his hips upwards to meet yours. “Keep going, please.”

“You like this?”

“Yeah.”

He grabs your hips and pulls you down on him with strength. You almost see the stars as you feel the damp material of your panties sticking to your core from the collision, his hard cock feeling delicious under your movements.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants too if you keep going at it like this.”

It’s so filthy, you grinding on his cock like that inside his silver Porsche, parked in the middle of nowhere, all lights out except for the panel’s lights, about to cum in your own pants from the movements of Hoseok’s hips underneath yours and his dirty words whispered in your ear.

“I’m about to cum,” you gasp in his ear, holding tight to his neck as he presses your hips against his. “Hoseok, I’m… I’m…”

You don’t have time to finish your sentence, as a wave of pleasure fills your body from head to toe and you clench your teeth to prevent you from screaming. It’s as if all strength was taken away from you and you’re only left with some limp limbs and a fucked out state.

You keep holding onto Hoseok’s neck, feeling as if you could crumble down in any moment from the intensity of your orgasm. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and let him ride out your orgasm, still moving your hips forwards and backwards against his crotch, his cock still painfully hard.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you laugh, moving your face from the crook of his neck and looking at him. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he simply says, reaching underneath the driver’s seat and pressing a button, pulling the seat backwards until it reaches its limit. “Now kneel in front of me.”

You do as he says, shifting uncomfortable when you feel the wetness of your panties and jeans in the crotch area. Lifting your eyes, you stare and Hoseok and mentally keep that image of him looking just as fucked out as you must look. His hair is sticking out everywhere, his eyes dark with lust, half-closed. Red cheeks, swollen lips, marks of your kisses on his neck, sweat glistening down his bare chest.

“Take my belt and my jeans off.”

You do as he says with sharp movements. His dark boxers have a wet spot just where you can make out the head of his cock.

“You know what to do next,” he smirks, and caresses your cheek before letting you go.

You look into his eyes and an idea pops in your mind. Reaching backwards, you unclasp your bra and let it fall.

“Hey, who said you could take your bra off?” Hoseok quickly reprimands you.

You smirk. “I don’t need a bra for what I’m about to do.”

You run your fingers over his clothed erection before taking his boxers off, Hoseok lifting his hips from his seat so you can slide them down his legs and throw them somewhere in the back of his car along with the rest of your clothes.

“And you’re about to…?” he impatiently says when he sees you making no move towards his cock to take it into your mouth.

You observe it for a moment, standing against his lean stomach.

Grabbing the base of it, you pump a couple of times.

“Babe…” Hoseok warns you.

You smirk internally and move yourself closer to him, both of his legs resting against your sides as your stomach makes contact with the leather material of his seat. You lean closer to him and, with your free hand, grab both of your breasts.

You drag his cock closer to your chest until the soft skin of your breasts is completely surrounding it.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Hoseok growls as he watches you collect saliva and spit it on the tip of his cock.

You use both of your hands to grab your breasts and keep Hoseok’s cock in between them. You look at him and his fucked out expression and then, you start moving up and down.

“Oh my… I won’t last long like this… Fuck.”

“Well, you better not cum if you want to fuck me afterwards,” you smirk. You usually let him take the lead and you barely speak if not to say thanks or how you’re feeling, but right now, kneeling in front of him, his warm cock in between your breasts as you move them up and down, encourages you to tease him a little bit.

Hoseok glares at you and goes to say something that turns into a growl when you spit on your chest once more, the saliva dripping down your skin and finding the tip of his cock as it appears in between your breasts.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he says, bringing his hands to his hair and pulling from it as he rests his head on the headrest, closing his eyes and trying to focus on not coming so soon. “I can’t stop picturing my cock disappearing in between your pretty tits.”

You smirk and fasten your pace, hearing a loud moan from Hoseok and a wide range of curses.

“Stop, stop,” he says in a rush, coming back down to reality and grabbing your shoulders to stop your movements.

He then grabs your arms and forces you up until your straddling his lap once more. Sticking out his tongue, he places it in between your breasts and lick the skin there clean.

“I can’t cum yet, I need to fuck that pretty cunt of yours.”

You bite your lip and take off your jeans, so only your panties are left.

“They’re fucking soaked,” he growls, helping you take them off.

When the black panties are on his hands, he smirks and suddenly leans forwards to open the small glove box.

“They’ll bring me luck tomorrow, when I’m racing against that fucking racer of yours. They’ll be my lucky charm from now on.”

Your brain completely ignores his words as you watch him keep your ruined panties inside his glove box and closing it afterwards.

“You don’t need any lucky charm,” you scoff. “You’re the Ghost Eagle, the invincible racer.”

“Yeah, but when I beat that son of a bitch’s ass and cross the finish lane I will think about them and how they’re soaked in your juices. Of how hard you came from grinding on me,” he says, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. “Of how good your moans sounded.”

“Ah, yeah?”

“Yeah. And I’ll think about how pretty your face was too.”

“It’s funny hearing this from you, then man with no weakness crumbling down at the thought of some panties in his glove box.”

“One, they’re not just some panties. And two, the man with no weakness does have a weakness.”

“Yeah?” you ask, somehow a small, bright light, switching inside your brain.

“Yeah. You wanna know what it is?”

You nod, biting your lower lip.

“You,” he says, he’s expression turning serious.

Your eyes widen briefly, but you force yourself to hide your commotion and just smirk.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’re my fucking weakness,” he sighs. His hands start roaming down your naked body, grabbing your hips and lifting them so they’re just hovering above his erection. “You got me crazy.”

He grabs the base of his cock and pumps it a couple of times before sinking your body down on it.

You growl as he doesn’t even warn you and before you can adjust to his size, he starts moving.

“Completely crazy,” he growls again and again, pressing your body to his. “I’d do anything… Ah… I’d do anything for you.”

“If you’d do anything for me, then get out of this shitty city with me.”

He stops for a moment.

“You know I can’t,” he sighs.

“Then it’s not true that you’d do anything for me.”

With a harsh snap of his hips against yours, words disappear completely from your mind and you’re left speechless. You hold onto his neck and hide your face in the crook of his neck as Hoseok starts fucking you wildly.

“Don’t ask that from me,” he pants. “I already told you it’s my life, I can’t just simply disappear.”

You close your eyes, letting the feeling of Hoseok inside you fill your senses completely. You can’t just tell him you’re that son of a bitch whom he is willing to beat their ass. You can’t just ask him to let you win the races. You can’t just ask him to betray his family, the Blue Eagles, for you. He just told you, between them and you he would always choose them. And in a way, you understand him. They’re everything he has, they’re his family, friends and companions.

“Then promise me you will never forget about me,” you whisper.

Hoseok grabs your hair in a ponytail and pulls from it, making you lift your head from the crook of his neck and look at him.

“I promise you baby,” he says, trying to calm his breath.

“Whatever happens, promise me you will still remember me even after this all ends.”

“I could never forget about you.”

He leans forwards, willing to reattach his lips with yours. But you lean backwards a bit, avoiding his lips.

“Whatever happens?” you ask once again.

“Whatever happens.”

You throw yourself at Hoseok and push his shoulders so his back is completely resting on the back of the driver’s seat. You attack his lips with yours in a rush of passionate kisses, swollen lips and wet tongues.

Pulling from the hair at the nape of his neck, you begin moving up and down his length once again. Hoseok lets you move freely, enjoying the feeling of you taking control.

“Touch me, Hobi,” you pant in his ear. “Touch me.”

Hoseok bring his hands to your breasts and starts caressing them. Then, he pushes your back, forcing you to lean closer to him. From that position, with your breasts just aligned with his face, he starts peppering kisses all over them, sucking and licking.

“Ah…” you moan.

You can feel him twitching, and throbbing inside of you with each breath you let out, with each moan and call of his name, and involuntarily you start clenching around him.

“Fuck babe,” he growls, his voice muffled as his lips are still attached to one of your breasts. “Keep doing that.”

He brings one of his hands to your ass and places a hard slap there, his fingers massaging the area afterwards. He spanks it a few times before redirecting his hand towards your core.

You shiver when you feel his finger over your clit, moving at the same pace of your thrusts.

“How could I ever forget this?” he moans.

The feeling of it all is so overwhelming, you’re soon orgasming on top of Hoseok, pulling away and letting his still hard cock fall on top of his left thigh.

Your eyes are completely closed, and your lips parted in bliss, but you hear the lewd sounds of Hoseok licking his fingers clean and then bringing them down to your clit once again to ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck…” you mumble.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You swallow and move away from his fingers once you start feeling overwhelmed by them. Slowly opening your eyes, you find Hoseok looking intently at you.

Nodding, you smile softly.

“Look at the mess you made,” he laughs looking at his thighs and the leather material of his seat. “I’ll have to clean this up before tomorrow’s race.”

You roll your eyes and peck his lips once before kneeling down in between his legs once again.

“Knowing how freaky and kinky you are, you’ll probably leave it there along with my panties.”

Hoseok laughs softly. “I’d love that, but I’d probably be hard half of the race.”

You smirk, grabbing his cock and pumping it slowly. It’s covered in your own juices, so your hand slides up and down easily.

“And you wouldn’t concentrate.”

“Probably not,” he says. “I would be thinking how good I fucked you and how good I would fuck you after the race.”

“Ah, yeah? You would fuck me?” you tease.

He opens his mouth to answer, but you take his length and close your lips around its tip, a gasp escaping from Hoseok’s mouth along with a soft ‘fuck’.

“Yeah,” he pants as you suck him just the way he likes.

Slowly, teasingly, with your tongue tracing the vein that runs across the side of his cock and then stopping at the head of it, paying special attention to the tip of it. Your hand taking care of the part your mouth cannot.

“Move your hand from my cock,” he orders, and you do as he say.

He then grabs your hair into a ponytail with one of his hands and starts moving your head up and down. He repeats the same movement a few times before pushing his cock all the way into your mouth and keeping you there.

“You’re so good to me, how could I ever forget you?”

You close your eyes, ignoring the sting in the back of your throat. The burning sensation mixed with Hoseok’s cries is your own private heaven.

When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore you pat his thigh with your thumb a few times, and he releases the pressure on your head.

You cough a few times once his cock slips from your mouth.

“And what about you?” he asks, starting to pump his length with a fast pace. “Will you forget about me?”

You shake your head no and open your mouth.

“I want to hear you.”

“No, Hobi,” you say.

You know he loves it when you call him Hobi. He tries to act as if he didn’t, but you can see the way his eyes light up each time the nickname leaves your lips.

“That’s it,” he smirks, his eyes focused on how your lips are parted and your tongue stuck out for him. “Now I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Do you want it?”

You nod your head and look at him impatiently. You can see form the corner of your eye his hand starting to move faster and faster, and when some droplets of sweat start falling down his chest you know he’s about to cum.

He’s panting desperately, and just when the first spurs of cum leave the tip of his cock, he averts his eyes to yours and brings one hand to caress your cheeks as you eagerly receive all of him.

He pumps his cock a few more times, milking it completely until he starts coming down from his orgasm.

You close your mouth and swallow it all, opening it afterwards to show it to him.

“That’s it, good girl,” he mumbles, wiping away with his thumb some of his cum that was slipping from the corner of your mouth. “You’re so good to me.”

He grabs you by the waist and places you on his lap. Immediately, he attaches his lips to yours and kisses you passionately.

You don’t think about the next day, or how you’re going to win the race and beat him. You don’t think about the crucial piece of information you just got. You don’t think about the betrayal and the lies. You don’t think about how much you’re going to miss him once this all ends. You just let him kiss your thoughts away in the darkness of his car, in the silence of the night with the city that brought you together and that also tore you apart at your feet.

. . .

Friday comes with the memories of last night in Hoseok’s car. With the memories of his hands all over your body and his kisses all over your skin, his words whispered in your ear and his promises of never forgetting you.

Friday comes with the realisation of everything you’re about to do, of everything you’re about to put an end to.

You say goodbye to all your teachers and classmates. You have passed all your exams, you’re officially done with university.

You clean your apartment and start getting everything you will need into boxes.

You take a shower and dress yourself before going out and picking the bus that will bring you to the industrial area.

As soon as you arrive at the Black Panther’s garage you can sense the thick atmosphere. Everyone is doing their own tasks, minding their own business in silence. You tense immediately. ¿Has Mark told anyone? ¿Do they know? ¿Is Jackson going to punish you and ban you from the two remaining races?

“Y/N!” you hear your voice being called.

You leave your things in your car and then slam the door shut. Fuck. This is it. You’re out and this is all gone. You’ll have to find another way to earn the money and get the fuck out of this city. Or maybe you won’t be able to leave the city at all.

You see Jackson in front of his office, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you sternly.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” you nod, trying to hide the fear that’s paralyzing you right now.

Maybe being forced to stay in this city is one of the best endings. If Jackson knows, then you have no idea of what he’s capable of doing to you. Or maybe it’s best if Jackson knows, because then you’ll future will be in his hands and not in Mark’s.

Before he closes the door of his office you catch a glimpse of Mark staring at the both of you. You try to hold his gaze as Jackson finally closes the door.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, trying to act calm.

Jackson sighs before taking a seat on his chair. The office looks more like a recording studio than the office of a garage, but that makes you feel a little bit more relaxed somehow. You have spent entire afternoons with the rest of the gang members laughing and just chilling. It makes you sad to think that there won’t be afternoons like that anymore.

“Yeah…” Jackson sighs after a small pause. “Yeah.”

You look at him cautiously, your hands trembling at your sides. To prevent you from trembling even more and falling limply onto the floor, you take a seat on the leather sofa next to the wall.

Jackson looks at you and smiles softly at you.

He doesn’t know.

You sigh feeling relieved that you still have time left, but you can’t ignore the pang of guilt you also feel.

“Are you sure? You look worried,” you say. “And the rest of the boys too, well, except Lynn because I spoke to her and she could only think about what she would wear tonight.”

“It doesn’t surprise me,” Jackson laughs.

You smile at him and, when he tears his eyes away from yours, you push the subject a bit.

“Well?”

“I’m just nervous,” he says. “Like, really fucking nervous.”

He’s looking straight at his intertwined hands, bouncing his leg up and down constantly. You’ve never seen him like this, without his tough-leader façade.

“Why? Because of the race?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want to pressure you but… I’m nervous as fuck for tonight’s race.”

You blink a couple of times. Pressure… As if Mark’s words weren’t already enough.

“I am, too,” you sigh, opting for being sincere.

“If we don’t win tonight… Then the championship is gone for us. You are our only chance, it’s the closest we’ve been to winning in years.”

“Oh, you’re not pressuring me at all,” you joke.

Jackson laughs softly, but stops when he sees you’re not laughing at all.

“Sorry, I’m sounding like such and egoistic asshole, just worrying about winning the race and all that… But this means more to me than just some victory, a trophy and a bag full of money.”

“It means power,” you nod, understanding.

“No, it’s not that either,” Jackson says shaking his head.

You frown. “What is it, then?”

He hesitates and sighs loudly. “It’s difficult to explain, but I guess it’s time I do.”

You nod encouragingly.

“I need to do this for my sister,” Jackson sighs, as if he just lifted a weight off. “I need to avenge her, I need to make Namjoon pay for what he did to her.”

“Namjoon?” you ask, frowning.

“You know there’s bad blood between me and him,” Jackson explains.

“Yeah.”

“Well, it has not always been like that. We were once close friends… Fuck no, we were brothers.”

He stops for a minute, and you can see it in his eyes, in the way they’re distantly staring at the wall, that he’s remembering those times.

“We grew up together in the same neighbourhood, next door. We drove our mums crazy together, got arrested for the first time together, got into this world together, dream about our futures together, about being the kings of the city… I thought it would always be us against the world, the big RM and Wang,” Jackson stops for a moment again. “Fuck, those were the best years of my life.”

“What happened?” you cautiously ask.

“I gave Namjoon everything I had except one thing, my little sister. When we were kids the three of us always played together and got into trouble together, but I was a kid and thought nothing of their smiles and touches. It was when he turned fifteen when I started noticing the lingering looks and warm smiles… I made him promise me that he would never approach my sister, she was my sister, his best friend’s sister, nothing else. And the bastard looked me in the eye and promised me.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes. Where is his sister now? Is she with Namjoon? Did she choose Namjoon and not her brother?

“Like a fucking fool I believed him. I thought nothing when he started telling me that he couldn’t meet that night, or that he had other things to do. I thought nothing when my sister told me she wouldn’t come home for the night, that she would stay at her friend’s. Behind my back he was fucking her… For nearly five years… But I found out. I was supposed to be at the garage, working my ass off so we could finally open that recording studio we had always dreamt about, but they gave me the day off and returned home early, only to find him in my sister’s bedroom with her in his arms.”

Jackson clenches his jaw and his hands become tight fists.

“I punched him, again and again and I swear to God I would have killed him had it not been for my sister that got in between us. Sometimes I dream about that night and I dream about killing him. I wish I had killed him.”

You flinch when he slams his fist on the wooden table and screams.

“In the end she chose him, and he chose her. She went to live with him to some shitty apartment, with a shitty income in a shitty neighbourhood even worst than the one we grew up in. She deserved better… Fuck Y/N, she was so beautiful, in every way. She was like a fucking star, illuminating wherever she went. Everyone loved her, with her smiles and laughs, and she didn’t even realise. She could have had everything and she… She chose him, a no one that had nothing to offer, with nowhere to honk out.”

What could Hoseok offer to you if you stayed here? Or what could he offer to you if he went away with you? If you choose to trust your heart and not your mind and you choose not to betray him tonight, what could he offer to you? And what could he offer to your sister? To her future? If you stay here you won’t find a job at what you want, your mother will make sure of that, and your sister will have the same fate you had. An eternal search of something you’ll never find. What else does he have besides this life full of danger and violence?

“The last time I saw her was at a race,” Jackson continues, snapping you out of your own thoughts. “Namjoon and I used to be part of a gang, with some others like Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yoongi or Jin. When I found out about my sister and him, the group divided and the boys took sides. That night we were racing as rivals for the first time. I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. I remember getting out of my car and seeing them, she was sitting on the bonnet of Namjoon’s car, him in between her legs with his hands on her cheeks. They were laughing, kissing each other in between jokes. I remember thinking that I had never seen my sister looking so happy. I remember thinking that maybe I should let my pride aside and let them be. I remember Namjoon nudging her side when he saw me looking at them, and her turning around to face me.”

The last time… He hasn’t spoken to her ever since then? Or even seen her?

“They exchanged some words before she decided to hop off the bonnet of the car and hesitantly walk towards me. I remember Namjoon looking at me with a threatening look, as if I would ever hurt my sister… Again. I remember my pride taking the best of me, she was my little sister, my baby, my everything, but seeing her walk towards me like that with Namjoon looking out for her made me realise she was now a grown up woman who didn’t need me anymore, who had someone else to take care of her now. I remember feeling hurt, and angry, and sad, sad above all. So, I turned around and rejected her. I got inside my car and waited for the race to start.”

Your heart clenches at the sadness behind Jackson’s words.

“It was a partner race, they’re forbidden now, but they were huge. In it, your partner had to sit in your lap while you drove, facing you. It was exciting, not gonna lie, even more if you liked the girl, but it was dangerous too. You vision field was reduced, and you couldn’t move as freely as usual so you couldn’t react quickly to any unforeseen thing…” another pause. This time longer than the rest, and you can almost swear he’s on the verge of tears. “It all happened so quickly. My sister got in the car with Namjoon. My partner was a girl I don’t even remember anymore. She sat on my lap and I remember kissing her, telling her that I couldn’t wait for the race to be over so I could… Out of the corner of my eye I could see my sister on Namjoon’s lap, kissing him, reassuring him. Then the race started… And the next thing I remember was seeing Namjoon’s car crashed into a concrete wall and stopping my fucking car, kicking out that girl and running towards the car… Or what was left of it. My sister’s body absorbed the force of the impact, protecting Namjoon from the damage.”

You gulp and clasp a hand over your mouth to prevent you from sobbing. You can feel your eyes burning with tears and you jump put of your seat to place a comforting hand on Jackson’s back.

“Jackson… I’m so sorry… I didn’t know.”

“I know,” Jackson says after a while, straightening up and causing your hand to fall from its place. He rubs his eyes and then looks at you. “No one told you and after all the commotion the accident caused, the prohibition of partner races, I’ve tried to make people forget about it by keeping silent.”

“I’m really sorry, I have a younger sister and if something ever happened to her…” you stop when images of your sister come to your mind.

Maybe this will all hurt, and it will keep hurting in the future, but you must do what’s best for your sister. Now, you’re surer than ever.

Without thinking twice, you hug Jackson and caress his back comfortingly.

You both stay like that, hugging each other and sharing your pain.

“I’m so, so sorry,” you mumble, breaking the hug.

“Now you know why this is more than some races to me, more than a championship and money. I have to live knowing that the son of a bitch who killed my little sister is still out there, living his life to the fullest, going to parties and breathing the air my sister is no longer able to breathe,” Jackson says, clenched teeth as he spits venom and hatred with each word. “At first I thought about killing him, take everything away from him as he did to me. But that would be like a gift to him. I want him to live knowing that he killed her, I want him to remember her every single fucking day of his life. I will take everything away from him, yes, but I’ll be slow and painful.”

“You want to take the place of his gang as the leaders of the races, and therefore, the leaders of this city.”

“Our clients, the ones we sell… Our goods to, are important ones. They have high positions in the elite of this city, they’re powerful and they want their suppliers to be equally as powerful. Winning the races means you’re the king of the streets, the most powerful. If I take that away from him, I’ll take all his clients, all his money, all his power… He will be that poor boy who was a no one again.”

“If I win tonight’s race, I’ll still be able to win the championship. If I lose, J Hope will have too many points for me to catch him.”

“Exactly,” Jackson sighs. “I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, I just want to tell you that this is a team work and we’ll all be supporting you. I believe in you, I know you can do it.”

You look at the ground, your mind racing faster than you’ll car will race tonight.

“You have potential,” Jackson continues. “We all believe in you.”

You already made a decision. Why is it so hard for you to nod and tell Jackson that you’ll do it, that you won’t fail him or the Blue Eagles?

“I’ll do it for our sisters,” you nod decisively.

. . .

Your hands are sweating inside your gloves, and your heart his beating wildly inside your chest. You feel like you’re gonna throw up at any minute.

You got into this because you wanted to feel free, feel as if – for once in your life – you held the reins of your life, of your decisions and the consequences. But now you are where this all started, inside your black Mitsubishi, feeling the weight of all that was going to happen that night over your shoulders, suffocating you.

You look at the girl who is standing in front of the cars, the megaphone in her hands as she shouts something you don’t give a fuck about. You guess it’s the same thing she always says.

You avoid looking at your left, where the silver Porsche is parked, the man you love and you’re about to betray inside.

You wonder if he’s thinking about you, if he’s imagining everything he would do to you after the race, and you close your eyes, because you want to imagine that too.

You want to picture yourself at the party an hour after the race, sitting in your booth with your drink in your hand, pretending you’re bored and that you don’t notice the stares Hoseok’s sending your way, making him impatient and angry. You imagine yourself texting him, smirking as you write each word carefully, teasing him because she’s watching you and he knows you’re texting him. You imagine yourself telling goodbye to Lynn and the rest and sneaking out of the party. You imagine yourself waiting for Hoseok outside as you gaze at the stars. You imagine his hands roaming all over you in the car, on your way to your apartment. You imagine the feeling of his lips as he kisses you and pushes you against the wall of the elevator. You imagine his delicious caresses and how impatient he is while you open the door to your small apartment. You imagine…

You open your eyes and come back to reality.

Imagining is not going to get you out of this. It isn’t going to help you.

But you can’t help it. You keep imagining, thinking about the what ifs. All the after parties you will never sneak out of. Of all the kisses and caresses and impatient spanks as you open the door to your apartment that you will never have.

Your body is on autopilot and you don’t even know the race has started and that you’re driving now, pressing the gas pedal with force.

Hoseok is ahead of you, as usual since his car is lighter and accelerates faster.

Looking through the rear mirror of your car, you can see Jungkook’s and Jinyoung’s cars starting to disappear into the distance, just Hoseok and you at the front of the race. When did the race start? For how long have you been driving on autopilot?

You position your car directly behind Hoseok’s, picking up his speed.

You can see him looking at you through the rear mirror of his own car. You would be smirking by now, but your lips are forming a straight line and a frown has appeared in between your brows.

Slowly, your car starts coming closer and closer to Hoseok’s, but as he sees what you’re doing, he press the brakes softly and the rectangular red light on the back of his car lights on, making you step on the brakes too.

You click your tongue and try to approach him in a different way,

There’s a curve not far from where you’re now, you’ll wait until then,

Yeah, you’re my fucking weakness.

You got me crazy.

You shift gears, reducing so the engine of your car contains its own strength.

We still don’t know J Hope’s weakness.

The man with no weakness does have a weakness.

Yeah?

Yeah. You wanna know what is it?

You.

You start seeing the curve. Hoseok must be happy because he has escaped a bit from you.

You wait, the curve is getting closer. You have to do it now.

Taking advantage of the straight path ahead of you, you let go of the steering wheel and quickly grab the pitch-black helmet with both hands.

They’re trembling as you unclasp the security bar of the helmet. They’re sweating as you pull from the helmet, taking it off and placing it on the passenger seat.

It feels different, driving without your helmet on. You feel naked, exposed.

Quickly, you grab the steering wheel just in time, and just as quickly you step on the gas pedal until the sound of the engine is so loud you can’t stand it anymore.

When you look upwards, your car has caught Hoseok’s and you’re both side by side. While your car was slowing down because you were saving your engine’s power, Hoseok had maintained it and it lost strength.

The curve arrives and you grab tightly the steering wheel. This is it.

You shift gears and let your car relax a bit as you take the curve, the power of the engine still accelerating your car’s speed.

Taking a deep breath, you roll down the tinted window of your car and close your eyes. This is it.

You’re my fucking weakness.

You open your eyes and turn your head a bit, looking at the silver Porsche. Hoseok is focused on taking the curve, his cheeks getting fuller like every time he’s concentrated on something.

He feels a pair of eyes and he looks to the side, to the fucking asshole who is threatening to take the victory away from him.

Instead of seeing some tinted window and some black helmet, he sees…

He sees you.

It’s brief, but you can see it, the astonished look on his face. The fucking confusion in those dark eyes of his.

You turn your face around quickly, focusing your eyes on the road once again. You must return your attention to the race, and that’s why you must look away from Hoseok, not just because you can’t stand seeing the betrayal on his face.

Pressing your foot on the gas pedal you take the curve from the inside, your car easily passing the silver Porsche. You roll the window up once again when the curve ends, and you continue pressing on the gas pedal as if your life depended on it. You don’t want to look to your side, in case you find him still looking at you.

Finally, you give in and out of pure curiosity you look at the rearview.

Nothing.

You then look at the side mirror. In the distance, you see two dots of light. Is it Hoseok? Is he okay?

You shake your head, forcing yourself to continue. This what you wanted, now you can’t back away.

Time flies as you continue pressing on the gas pedal and keeping the steering wheel straight. You unconsciously look to the side mirror every now and then, hoping to see two lights, or some silver reflect. But you don’t, instead all you see is the empty road behind you and the streetlights at both sides.

Your eyes find the finish line after a couple of seconds.

There, a mass of people dressed in black, vibrant blue, red and all sorts of colours are waiting for you.

As you cross the finish line, you let out all the air you didn’t even know you had been holding. You hear screams and cheers coming from the outside of your car, but you stay inside, silent and unmoving.

Your hands still gripping the steering wheel, the engine still on. The lights of the panel of your car remind you of the night before. Of how tight Hoseok was holding you against him.

The screams become more vivid and invade the inside of your car when the driver’s door opens and someone barges in to hug you.

“You did it!” you hear the voice of Jackson against your ear as he hugs you tightly.

“Yeah,” you mumble, a fake laugh escaping your lips.

You try to smile and look happy when he break the hug and looks at you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sincerely says.

You nod with your head before unbuckling your belt and turning the engine off, keeping the car keys on the back of your jeans.

Just then, another car crosses the finish line. It’s Jungkook, followed closely by Jinyoung. But no sign of the silver Porsche.

Your eyes keep scanning the finish line as car after car crosses it. Hoseok is still nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, your gang mates hug you, kiss you, pick you up and turn you around. Lynn jumps excitedly as she hugs you. She screams your name and Jackson follows her, and soon others are screaming your name too.

You catch a glance of Mark blending in with the rest of the Black Panthers. He’s celebrating, just like the rest, but when his eyes meet yours, he turns serious and just nods.

Your attention turns back to the finish line when you hear the loud roar of a engine.

The silver Porsche appears and the crowd parts to give him space to park. But, instead of parking, it flashes its headlights at the crowd.

The Black Panthers are still celebrating, but you’re too focused on the silver car and its driver to care.

The crowd takes some steps back once again and then, the silver Porsche accelerates and disappears in the distance.

For a minute, the crowd stays silent, but then, your name is shouted once again and they keep celebrating.

They don’t notice how your eyes still linger on the place where the silver car disappeared. They don’t notice the frown on your face or the longing in your eyes. They don’t notice how you’re desperately trying to get rid of their hands touching you to lift you up, or their arms surrounding you in a hug. They don’t notice how your heart is breaking right in front of them. They don’t notice how you bite your lower lip to not scream in agony.

You must face the consequences of your act, and they don’t notice any of that because you hide it all behind a cold façade – your old-time friend.

Hoseok could have been a big ‘now or never’ shouted in the air at the top of your lungs. He could have been a lot of things, but he’s not any of them anymore. And, ever since he can’t be a ‘now’, maybe he will be a ‘never’.

. . .

After the race, you don’t feel in the mood for partying, but you know that if you go to your apartment you won’t be able to do anything but think, and that’s the last thing you need right now.

Instead of acting like a mature persona and facing the consequences of your acts and the choices you made, you choose to drink in hopes of forgetting about everything even if it’s just for tonight.

And drink you do. Glass after glass.

Nobody finds it weird that you’re drinking as if there was no tomorrow, too focused on drinking all the alcohol in the room themselves.

Shot after shot your throat burns and shot after shot your mind stops thinking about him.

The Black Panthers are celebrating. You’re at the top of the chart, ten points ahead of the unbeatable J Hope. Even if you finished the final race in second place, you would win.

Jackson is already drunk, mumbling uncoherent things to a girl that is attached to his neck. Jaebum, Yugyeom, Youngjae and Bambam are dancing on the dancefloor. Mark is nowhere to be seen. And, unsurprisingly to you even in your drunken state, Lynn and Jinyoung are making out on a couch.

Then, there is you, sitting on an armchair by your own, drinking and laughing on your own. You’re starting to see double.

Trying to focus your gaze properly and get rid of the blurry lines, you stare at the booth in which the Blue Eagles are.

The atmosphere in it has nothing to do with the usually cheerful and celebratory one. Namjoon is sitting, his gaze lost inside his glass of liquor – and you wonder if he’s thinking about her, if he ever thinks about her anymore. Taehyung is talking to some girls, but he doesn’t look as playful and in the mood as he usually is. Jungkook and Jimin are talking, a conversation that seems to serious for a party. Yoongi is on his phone as he usually is, and Jin is laughing with some girls, though you can’t see his smiles reaching his eyes.

Your eyes search across the booth again, in search of Hoseok, but he isn’t there.

You wonder where he is. If he’s home, or if he’s on that mountain he brought you to just yesterday. You wonder if he’s thinking about you, if he hates you, if he’s mad at you… He probably does, and he probably is.

Sighing, you fill you cup once again and gulp it down in one go.

If you could just force your mind to stop thinking about certain things, you would be carrying on, knowing you did the right thing… At least for your sister.

It isn’t until fifteen minutes later, that your feet drag you to the bar of the old industrial unit. You touch the sticky counter with your fingers, not caring about the strange looks the people are throwing at you. Some congratulate you – now everyone knows you’re the mysterious new racer of the Black Panthers – some others just look at you, and others send you a look of disgust.

This is were you were drinking your thoughts again – you have a weird habit of doing that – after he beat you in the second race of the season. You still remember his words and his voice.

You look pissed, None-Of-Your-Business.

And you were.

You close your eyes, wishing he would appear from behind you and tease you like he used to do. You would pretend you hated it once again and act all rude and closed-off, when you were really willing to answer him with a smile and shiny eyes.

When you open your eyes, a figure exiting the door of the male’s bathroom catches your attention, the vibrant blue bomber shining like lighthouse for you.

You follow the figure with your eyes until it exists the industrial unit.

You immediately take your hands off of the sticky counter of the bar and run towards the door where the shadow disappeared.

Was it…? No, it couldn’t be.

But you wanted to find it out for yourself.

Outside, you welcomed the fresh air with open arms. It was like the sound of an alarm clock to your drunken system.

You had to blink a couple of times to recognise where you were, before stumbling towards the back of the industrial unit.

Once you arrive, you see the place deserted, and you feel a pang of disappointment in your chest. The sky is clear tonight, and the moon lights the place, bathing with its milky light.

You squint your eyes through the place, and just when you’re about to give up and go back to the party, you find a slumped figure on top of one of the metallic containers.

Back pressed against the back of the industrial unit, legs pressed against his chest, head leant backwards, there he is. Hoseok is contemplating the sky just like you had been contemplating it the night you two ran away from the city, even if it was just for a weekend, even if it was just because you had to escape from the police.

You stay there, paralyzed, thinking about just running away and acting as if you didn´t see him. But that would just be another act of immaturity to add to the thousand you committed tonight. So, instead of chickening out like you want to do, you take a deep breath of air and try to act as if you weren’t drunk.

“Hoseok,” you call.

The boy immediately snaps his eyes at you. It takes him a couple of seconds to recognise you, but once he does, he hops off the metallic container and starts walking towards you.

Or so you think, because once he reaches you, he just continues walking by, not even sparing you a glance.

“Hoseok!” you call once again, running after him and grabbing his arm once you reach him.

He shakes your hand off of him and ignores you.

“Hoseok, please! I just wanna talk to you!”

“So you can keep lying to me? No, thanks,” he says, not even once stopping to look at you.

Maybe it is because you’re drunk, because otherwise you would never cause a scene in front of everyone, but you run towards him until you stop right in front of him.

“Hoseok!”

Quickly, he avoids you and keeps walking towards the entrance of the industrial unit.

You don’t give up and follow him.

“What do I need to do for you to talk to me?”

“Disappear,” he spits.

“No, please, listen to me,” you insist, once again running until your in front of him, your hands on his chest to stop him from further walking. “I need to explain it to you.”

“Back off.”

You flinch at the venom laced in his voice, but still, you don’t give up, not even when he grabs your wrists with his hands and tries to push them away from him.

“Back. Off,” he repeats through clenched teeth.

“No.”

“I said back off!” he shouts, grabbing your wrists harder and pushing you away from him with strength.

“And I said listen to me!” you raise your voice so it tops Hoseok’s, catching the attention of some people who got out of the industrial unit to get some fresh air.

Hoseok stops for a moment and he analyses you, eyeing you up and down.

“Are you drunk?” he whispers, scrunching his nose as if he was disgusted by you.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter right now.”

“That doesn’t matter?!” he asks, raising his voice once again. “Of course if fucking matters. I won’t have this conversation with you, much less if you’re drunk.”

“I’m good now,” you say, taking a step back and waving your hands in the air as if showing him you are completely capable of maintaining a conversation. “See?”

“Well, maybe you want to talk, then,” he says, completely ignoring you and your stupid movements. “But I don’t.”

And with that, he turns around once again and starts walking away from you. Once again. He has walked away from you too many times, and they were all your fault. You’re not letting him go this time.

“I am in love with you!” you shout, making Hoseok stop dead in his tracks.

You are gasping for air as if you had just been running a marathon.

When you see Hoseok doesn’t make a move, you stay there, shyly repeating those same six words.

“I am in love with you,” you whisper, so lowly you’re sure he hasn’t heard you.

You observe his back as it tenses and relaxes, his fists as they clench and unclench, and you wait, for him to turn around and tell you he loves you back, or to continue walking as if you never said anything in the first place.

But he turns around and takes some steps towards you.

“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” he scowls angrily.

And despite his steady voice and firm words, you can see his eyes searching for some clue in yours. A clue that tells him you’re lying. A clue that tells him you’re telling the truth.

“I am in love with you,” you repeat for the third time, now looking him in the eye.

“You’re saying that just so you can keep playing with me.”

“Does it look like I’m playing with you, Hoseok?” you ask, taking some steps towards him.

“Well, it didn’t look like you were playing with me all these past months either,” he says, lifting his arms in the air. “And look where we are now.”

“I can explain…” you plead.

“Explain what? How funny it was to laugh at me?” he asks, bitterness laced in his words.

“I never laughed at you.”

“Just tell me something… Was it all planned? To get me to sleep with you just so you could learn my strengths and my weakness and use them against me? Was it all planned when you invited me to your apartment that first night? Or the second? Or the third?”

“No,” is the only thing you can whisper.

“What?” he says, asking you to say it more clearly.

“No,” you repeat. “It was never planned.”

“Why can’t you look me in the eye as you say so, then?” he asks, and you lift your gaze, not even realising you had been staring at the ground. “You can save it. The I love you. I already caught you in your sick little game, you don’t need to play pretend anymore. Congratulations, you got what you wanted, you’ll be the best racer in the city.”

“I don’t wanna be the best racer in this fucking city, or in any other city for that matter,” you angrily say. “I invited you to my apartment because I fucking wanted to. The first time and the second one and all the other times. At first, I only saw you as a forbidden attraction and that was what made me want you I’m not gonna lie, but things started to get more and more difficult and I…”

You pause for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.

“Why would I tell you that it was wrong and that we would get caught all those times, then? Why would I tell you to stop if I only wanted to take advantage of you? How would you explain that night when I told you we should stop seeing each other?”

“Another piece of your game.”

You sigh exasperatedly. “There was never a game to begin with!”

“I saw you Y/N,” he says, approaching you dangerously until his chest is nearly touching yours. “I saw you in your car, with your helmet off… Looking at me as if you had been waiting for that moment for years. That stare… Each time I told you about that mysterious new racer of the Black Panthers and how badly I wanted to beat him… You were laughing on the inside, weren’t you? At least I hope you had fun.”

“It was never like that! If you’d just let me explain!” you say, getting frustrated.

“Couldn’t you have explained me last night?!” he says. “While you were in my car, telling me all those things… I even thought that maybe you were right, that I deserve a better life, one better than this. I even thought about leaving everything behind and starting from zero with you.”

“I thought it’d be better if I just disappeared and you never heard of this,” you say, trying to calm yourself and lower your voice to stop you both from catching everyone’s attention. In the end, all everyone around you is seeing is just a Blue Eagle arguing with a Black Panther, and not a simple Black Panther, their new racer and therefore, the Ghost Eagle’s enemy. “That way you would have never thought this way about me.”

“Well, congratulations, you got exactly that.”

You click your tongue, but as you start hearing voices coming from the industrial unit, you know you don’t have much time to explain yourself.

“I wasn’t planning on winning, or even telling you, I would just move out of the city with my sister and it’d be over, you would maybe think about me for a couple of moths but then you’d end up forgetting about me, but Mark came to my apartment last Sunday when you dropped me off and he saw us. He threatened to tell Jackson about it and hurt my sister if I didn’t win tonight’s race and the championship.” you say, rushing your words as the noise and voices start getting louder. You’ve attracted too much attention. “The only easy way of winning you was using your weakness against you, and you told me that weakness was –“

“What’s going on here?” a deep voice says from behind you, startling you.

Hoseok backs away from you as if your presence burnt him, but as he does so, his eyes never leave you. The deep frown between his brows and the way his lips form a thin line, makes your heart beat erratically.

“Please…” you mouth to him. “You have to believe me.”

“I said what’s going on here?” the voice repeats, and when you move away, you see Namjoon approaching followed by the rest of the Blue Eagles.

Their vibrant blue bomber jackets make their way through the crowd who was “discreetly” staring at you.

“N… Nothing,” you stutter, looking to the floor awkwardly.

Hoseok is still speechless, staring at you and a huge battle exploding inside his mind.

“Are you sure? Hoseok?” Namjoon asks once again, this time walking towards Hoseok.

“I can’t believe you fucking did this to me,” another voice chimes in, and this time, the shiver than runs down your spine tells you that Jackson isn’t going to ask what is going on. He already knows.

A pair of hands grabs you from the collar of your t-shirt and pushes you backwards.

You only see a pair of dark, furious eyes.

“How could you?” Jackson spits. “After all I’ve done for you, after all I told you.”

“I… I…” you stutter.

He shakes your body with force, making you stumble backwards. You don’t fall to the ground because the same hands that are pushing you are the ones that keep you in place.

“I’ve let you in my group and accepted you as a sister.”

You don’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry’? You’re not sure you’re sorry at all.

“I’ve let you into my own fucking life,” Jackson says through gritted teeth, shaking you once again and causing you to fight against him trying to escape from his grip.

“Let go off her,” Hoseok growls, grabbing Jacksons t-shirt from its back and pushing him away from you.

“And you…” Jackson spits, turning around and quickly pushing Hoseok back. “You piece of shit.”

“Stop this! What the fuck is going on here!” Namjoon shouts, separating both Jackson and Hoseok.

“You didn’t tell him?” Jackson laughs devilishly, looking at Hoseok. “You were keeping it a secret, weren’t you? You and your girl.”

Hoseok remains silent, looking defiantly at Jackson.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Wang?”

“Why don’t you tell him Hoseok?”

“Hoseok?” Namjoon asks, staring at the dark-haired boy.

Hoseok glances briefly at you before taking a deep breath.

“Why don’t you tell him you have been both fucking each other behind our backs?” Jackson asks again once he sees Hoseok is not going to say anything.

Namjoon’s eyes widen and he immediately snaps his eyes at Hoseok, then at you.

“What? Hoseok what is Wang saying?”

Hoseok hesitates, the silence surrounds you both.

“Joon, he’s telling the truth,” Hoseok says, maintaining eye contact with Namjoon.

Namjoon sighs loudly and runs a hand across his hair.

“Fuck… Hobi…” Namjoon scoffs. “What have you done?”

“I’m sorry Joon, fuck, I know I betrayed you and broke our rules… But I couldn’t help it, I...” Hoseok says, stopping before looking at you and then averting his eyes away from you once again.

Namjoon is still running his hands across his hair, his face, not knowing what to do.

Jackson scoffs.

“Of course you’re not going to punish him,” he says bitterly. “You did the same.”

Namjoon snaps at that.

“You don’t bring that up now,” he says, pointing Jackson with his finger, threatening him.

“I can bring that up whenever I fucking want,” Jackson says.

He slowly approaches Namjoon until the latter’s finger is pressed against his chest. More people stars stopping to see what’s going on, surprised to see both leaders of the Blue Eagles and the Black Panthers interacting for the first time in years.

“You better stop before I –“ Namjoon starts.

“You also betrayed me and broke all our rules. How are you going to punish him for following in your footsteps?”

Angrily, Namjoon breaks the small space that remains between them both and grabs the front of his leather jacket.

“Stop. Now,” Namjoon grits his teeth.

Everyone around you his holding their breaths, waiting expectantly for what is going to happen next. The only sounds that surround you are the few voices of the people that are outside and that aren’t focused on you and the muffled music coming from the industrial unit.

“Was it all planned? To do the same thing to me again?” Jackson keeps spitting, teasing Namjoon, pushing him closer to his limit. “Did you use her like you used my sister? Did you send him to fuck her just so you could see me suffer again?”

Namjoon growls loudly and slams his fist on Jackson’s nose.

“No!” you shout, launching towards them to try and stop them.

You grab Jackson’s leather jacket in an attempt of pushing him away from Namjoon, but they’re like a storm clashing against the sea, unstoppable, drowning everything and everyone in their way.

They keep shouting things none of you can understand while punches fly, they push each other and keep fighting like two rabid dogs.

Jungkook and Jimin rush to grab Namjoon as you pull from Jackson’s jacket with all your strength, but despite your efforts, he doesn’t move a single inch.

Instead, you stumble backwards and nearly fall onto the ground if it weren’t for the arms of Yugyeom. He looks at you with stern eyes before rushing to help Jinyoung trying to break Jackson away from Namjoon.

“Y/N…” Lynn whispers from behind you.

You look at her and she has tears in her eyes. You can only lower your head and let the guilt fill you.

“I…” she stutters.

You only shake your head and let her hug you.

But your small moment is broken when you hear the screams of Jungkook and Jinyoung.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Get out of my way then!”

“Jinyoung!” Lynn calls him before he can punch Jungkook in the face.

But it’s too late.

And somehow, hell breaks loose and everyone is punching everyone, dragging them to the ground and shouting like crazy.

You can’t help but feel as if you’re the responsible of it all.

“Please, stop!” you say, trying to push Bambam away from Jimin.

When you see all your efforts are in vain, you let go of the boys and look at Mark, who is contemplating everything from afar.

“Are you happy now?” you ask him bitterly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Blind with rage, you approach him, close your hand into a fist and slam it onto his face with all the strength you have. It is so sudden, that Mark doesn’t see it coming and your fist collides against his nose completely.

It hurts more than you expected, but the pain is so satisfying, you punch him again.

Mark lets out a cry of pain and clasps his hand over his bleeding nose. You pant, massaging your sore knuckles and ready to deliver your second punch. But this time, Mark is waiting for you and he throws you onto the ground.

You fight against him, rolling onto the ground, trying to kneel him on his crotch.

But he’s bigger and stronger, and he clasps his hands around your throat, a devilish glint on his eyes as he sees you gasping for air.

You grab his wrists, trying to scratch him, to break his hold over your neck. Gasping, you watch some droplets of blood run down his chin and land onto your t-shirt.

You scream, trying to find strength with it.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he pants. “This is what you deserve.”

You clench your teeth, your lungs starting to burn and your throat begging you to swallow, to breathe… To do anything. But you can’t.

Somehow, your grip over Mark’s wrists looses and you find yourself looking away from him and looking at your surroundings.

You feel dizzy. All around you are punches, screams, people watching… And yet, all you can do is watch, because you feel as if this is all your fault. When your father ran away from home he caused you great pain, and ever since then, you’ve been doing the same thing to everyone that surrounds you. You know you’ve caused pain to your mother, despite her harsh words towards you and her behaviour, you know he loves you. You know you’ve caused pain to your sister, leaving her on her own with your mother, promising her that it would all be over some day. You’ve caused Hoseok pain, you’ve caused Jackson pain, you’ve caused Lynn pain…

You look up to see Hoseok trying to stop Namjoon from hitting Jackson.

What did you expect after all you did to him? That he would understand and run after you? He told you, this world is everything he has, those boys who are hitting each other are everything he knows. You can’t just appear into his life and tell him to leave all that for you, and much less when you’ve been lying to him all the time.

A part of you understands, that this is how things are supposed to be. That this is how it’s supposed to end. Hoseok belongs to a world that is miles away from yours, despite being in the same city, despite racing together, despite you trying to lie to yourself and convince yourself that you’re a part of this world too. Another part of you is begging you to not understand, to not think, to just feel.

That same part is longing to have Hoseok in between your arms once again, forever. That same part is begging you to stay with him.

But the bigger part, is the part that understands, the part that can’t do to your sister the same thing your father did to you. And that part is now telling you to let go of him, you made him suffer enough, just disappear from your life, he will end up forgetting about you.

Your eyes then land on Jackson and Namjoon, who are still resisting everyone’s attempts at separating them. You remember the story Jackson told you about Namjoon, his little sister and him. As they’re punching each other, screaming at each other after years of pent up tension, you realise they’re just two broken boys still mourning the death of a girl they loved, a girl that will never come back. Regret in their every hit, in their every word, regret of what they did and what they didn’t, a regret that’s eating them up.

This world has no place for that kind of love.

This world has no place for Hoseok and you.

You don’t want to end up as Namjoon and Jackson’s sister. A sad love story that didn’t fit in this world of violence and death, something too beautiful for such a dark place.

You don’t want Hoseok to end up as Jackson and Namjoon. You better have him remembering you with bitterness than crying over something that could have been but wasn’t.

You better have him forgetting about you. That way it will hurt less when you cry over him at night, miles away from him.

But your sister needs you. You can’t let her down like your father did. You have to close this chapter, and start the next. That’s what life’s about.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of air, you gather what little strength is left in you and you sink your nails into Mark’s skin until you can feel his flesh breaking underneath them. Mark gasps in pain and doubts, enough for you to take advantage of it and roll onto the ground until your hovering above him.

Landing one last punch on Mark’s jaw and crying in pain when you feel the bones of your hand hurting from the impact, you stand up.

“Stop them!” Lynn is crying. “They’re gonna kill each other!”

Namjoon is bleeding from his nose, Jackson’s lip is broken and swollen. Jackson’s hands are over Namjoon’s neck, but he’s not fighting back. He’s just staring at Jackson.

“Don’t you dare,” you growl, feeling Mark moving behind you, and you crash your boot against his ribcage, making him turn around and held the sore area.

“Please!” Lynn repeats.

And then, it is as if times stops. Jinyoung stops hitting Jungkook, Yugyeom lets go of Taehyung. Yoongi and Jin stand up from the ground panting, and Bambam, Youngjae and Jaebum do the same. Jimin sits on the floor.

“You killed her!” the voice of Jackson is heard in the silence that has somehow created itself around the scene. “You took her away from me!”

You all watch as Namjoon does nothing. He doesn’t fight back, he just stares into Jackson’s eyes, tears falling freely down his cheeks.

“You took everything away from me!” Jackson keeps saying. “And now you’re taking her too.”

“Stop this,” Lynn says, lowering her voice.

“Jackson,” Jaebum also says, walking closer to the blonde boy and placing a hand on his shoulder. “He isn’t fighting back.”

“I’ll take everything away from you back…” Jackson says through clenched teeth.

You can see Namjoon starting to gasp for air, his eyelids almost dropping.

“He’s gonna kill him,” Lynn insists.

“Jackson, this is enough,” Jaebum repeats. “Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

He tightens his hold on Jackson’s shoulders and finally, something clicks in him. Standing up abruptly, he lets go of Namjoon and averts his eyes from the boy gasping for air on the ground.

“What are you all staring at?!” Jackson shouts to the curious crowd. “Go back to minding your own fucking business!”

Immediately, the crowd disperses, leaving you all alone with the silence of the night and the erratic breaths of Namjoon and Jackson.

“This doesn’t end here,” Jackson keeps saying, and then, his eyes find you and you feel them piercing into you. “For you either.”

You swallow, but stay sill as you watch him disappear followed by the rest of the Black Panthers. Lynn stares at you sympathetically as Youngjae and Bambam help Mark on his feet. You shake your head, letting her know you’ll be fine.

When you watch the rest of the Black Panthers disappear, you watch a part of yourself disappearing with them, the chapter half-closed by now.

Somehow, your eyes find Hoseok’s.

They’re still as dark and sharp as the first time you saw them. His equally as dark hair is dishevelled from the fight, and there are a few purple bruises blossoming on his right cheek. The moonlight reflects on his smooth skin, his sharp nose and defined jawline. He still looks as beautiful as the first time you saw him, and you don’t think you’ll ever see someone as beautiful as him.

He looks drained, as if he was tired of this.

Jungkook and Jimin are helping Namjoon on his feet too, and you think this is over, you can’t do anything in here.

After Jackson’s threat, you’re not sure you’re safe, and your sister either. The best you can do now is disappear with your sister and try to forget what happened in this city. Deeply, you know you will never be able to forget it, or forget them, or forget him, but you’ll have to try.

Without looking back once, you leave that industrial area behind and all that comes with it.

. . .

You lie on your bed looking at the ceiling.

You will mis the peace and darkness of your small apartment. You will miss a lot of things, fuck.

But you’re not safe anymore, and tomorrow you’ll pick your sister up and go away from this place. You don’t have the money, and you definitely don’t have a place to go, but you’ll have to figure something out. The most important thing right now is yours and your sister’s safety.

You’re trying to think about the trip, about buying the train tickets since your car is still at the Black Panther garage, about renting an apartment, finding a job and a nice school for your sister. You’re trying to think about anything but him. You really don’t want to remember the hurt in his eyes, and much less the adoration and passion that were in them as you laughed or kissed or just stared at each other. You don’t want to remember that first night you met him at a college party at some abandoned building, how he called you None-Of-Your-Business, how he loved teasing you and how you loved teasing him…

But fuck, it is inevitable to think about all you could have been, all the places you could have visited together, all the things you could have shared. It is inevitable to think you’ll never find someone like him, that you’ll never find someone who’ll make you laugh as he did. It’s inevitable to think about all the what ifs and the could have beens.

All your few clothes are already stuffed in a big bag under your bed, all your belongings in a backpack next to the big bag. You’re already gone, despite still being there.

You’re starting to get sleepy when the sound of loud, rapid bangs on your door fill the entire apartment.

You sit up on your bed, startled, and your heart starts running at the speed of sound.

“Fuck,” you mouth.

This is it. Jackson has come for you. You won’t be able to pick your sister up and run away from the city. Maybe if you call her, you can warn her and tell her to go.

Another round of loud bangs fill your apartment and you tense even more.

You rush to the kitchen and grab a knife. You’re not going to stop them with a fucking knife, but it’s all you have.

“Y/N!” a voice calls your name.

A voice too familiar. A voice that doesn’t belong to Jackson.

A sense of déjà vu fills you and you let the knife fall onto the floor. Your mid reels back to a night, some weeks ago. You’re in the bathroom of the industrial unit, the loud sound of music is muffled by the door. Someone’s banging on it while calling your name and you feel…

“Y/N,” the voice repeats, this time a bit softer, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him. “It’s me, please open the door.”

You don’t even think about it, you rush to the door and open it, finding Hoseok there, a big bag on his hands. He’s dressed in the same clothes he had worn to the race, his hair still dishevelled and he has bags under his eyes, a worried look on his face and desperation in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe, frowning, your mind still not processing what’s going on.

“We have no time for that now,” he says, rushing into your apartment and closing the door behind him.

“B… But what’s going on?”

He ignores your question and looks around your apartment. He knows it better than his own, so he just walks towards your wardrobe and opens it. Seeing it already empty, he looks at you.

“Where are your things?” he asks.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?”

He ignores you once again and starts searching all over your apartment.

“I already packed everything. It is under my bed in two bags,” you say.

Hoseok rushes to your bed and gets the two bags from underneath it.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” you say, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to look at you.

You’re starting to get nervous, if you aren’t already nervous enough.

Hoseok rushes a hand across his hair and looks at you. The sight of his dark eyes takes away all the air in your lungs.

“Jackson is coming for you,” he says. “I heard them when I went to your garage to try and talk to him.”

“I already knew that,” you frown. “It’s obvious he would go after me after all I did.”

“But he’s coming now,” Hoseok rushes. “And once he has you, he’ll go after your sister, and then after me.”

“W… What?” you stutter. “Now?

“Yeah, you have to go now.”

You grab the bags that he hands you with shaking hands. He then starts pushing you towards the door of your apartment.

“How… How am I gonna find a train ticket now for me and my sister? It’s three AM.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shakes his head. “I have my car outside, it has enough gas to run some kilometres.”

“Your car?” you frown, stopping dead on your tracks and making him stop too.

“Yeah, the keys are in the outside pocket of the black bag. Inside you’ll find ten thousand dollars. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I could find in so little time.”

You fight against his hands that are still pushing you towards the door, turning around to face him.

“The keys, the money… What do you mean with all this?”

Hoseok sighs. “Run away. Pick your sister up and move to a place far from here, you’ll be safe if Jackson can’t find you.”

“And you? What about you?”

He shuts his mouth and looks at you, his eyelids dropping a bit.

“No,” you say. “I won’t leave you here. Jackson will kill you.”

“He’ll kill you and your sister if you do that.”

“But I can’t just let him kill you!”

Hoseok grabs you by the shoulders and shake you a bit.

“You have no time, Y/N, Jackson and the rest of the Black Panthers will be here at any moment. Just grab all those bags and go away.”

“But you, what about you? You –“

“Don’t worry about me right now, okay? I’ll be fine. This is my life, remember? I know how to deal with these things.”

You shake your head. “You can’t do this on your own. No one can.”

“Namjoon is with me, I have the Blue Eagles on my side,” he says, trying to calm you. “It’ll all be fine.”

“No,” you shake your head once again. “No, it won’t be fine. Just… Come with me.”

“And leave Namjoon on his own? After all he did for me, I can’t do that. I can’t abandon my family.”

You feel your eyes burning, tears starting to blur your gaze. So, this is it?

“We already spoke about this,” Hoseok says, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes search yours.

“When we spoke about this, your life was not on the line.”

“When we spoke about this, I didn’t know you were the main racer of the Black Panthers.”

“So you would run away with me if you still didn’t know?”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Hoseok shakes his head. “All that matters is your safety.”

“Why? Why do you care after all I’ve done to you?”

The apartment becomes silent for a few more seconds, you staring at Hoseok and him staring at you. Again, flashbacks of another night with him fills your mind. This time, it is a night a lot happier than the bathroom one. It is the first night you invited him to your apartment. You remember him laughing at your choice of drink: milk.

“I guess I would have done the same if I had been you,” he sighs. “I don’t blame you for anything you did, I know it wasn’t easy. You did it for the people you love. I would have done the same.”

“You believe me, then?”

“I believe in what your eyes told me each time I kissed you,” Hoseok nods, as if reassuring him. “Maybe I should have just listened to you when you told me to stop seeing each other, maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation then.”

You shake your head.

“No, don’t blame yourself. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t gotten into a world I didn’t belong to. I thought it was just a game.”

“We wouldn’t have met each other then,” he whispers.

You place a hand on his cheek. It is warm and soft, a touch you know you want to remember.

“We would have,” you smile reassuring him, reassuring you. “This is a small city after all. Maybe we would have met at that party at the abandoned building anyways.”

“I would have seen you there, at the bar rejecting that boy,” Hoseok smiles. “I would have approached you without a doubt.”

You smile and he places his hand on top of yours, already caressing his cheek softly. In the silence of your apartment, your world is crumbling. Outside everything goes on. The moonlight still seeps through the small slits of the blinds, the neon lights of the city as bright as ever. Cars pass. People pass. Time passes. And you stay there in your apartment basking in all that could have been but never will be.

You swallow the few tears that are rolling down your cheeks. This is you, in your most naked form. No cool façade, no emotionless expression, not swallowing back tears anymore.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I’ve known it for some time now, but I was too afraid to tell you… In case you ran away before I could.”

Hoseok clenches his jaw, stopping himself from doing something. What? You’ll never know. Maybe he’s stopping himself from saying those three words back, maybe he’s stopping himself from letting your words sink inside him, maybe he’s stopping himself from letting go of everything and running away with you. Maybe…

Instead of saying anything, Hoseok leans in and captures your lips with his, telling you everything he’ll never be able to tell you with words.

He tastes like salty tears and the night breeze. He tastes like sparkles in your stomach and laughs at the top of your lungs. He tastes like rolled down windows and the speed of sound, he tastes like driving at 200 kph on a cool night. He tastes like everything you ever wanted. Freedom.

They say the best things in life come free to us, unexpectedly and fast. You have to pay attention, for those things go as fast as they came, and once you see them, it is now or never. Take them or leave them. Take the risk or spend all your life thinking about the maybes and the what ifs.

That was Hoseok to you. Something that came fast and unexpected, a now or never shouted in the night sky, something that was brief but intense a beautiful.

That night, as you drive down the streets of the city in a silver Porsche, the sounds of gunshots become distant as you keep pressing the gas pedal. You scream ‘it is now or never’ at the top of your lungs, windows rolled down and the night air seeping harshly inside the car, playing with your hair.

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hamsterclaw · 8 months

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Fic Library: Jungkook (Part 1)

I realised whilst compiling this library just how many Jungkook stories I've read and recced. It's probably because Jungkook stories are far and away the most prolific on my feed and also probably because the maknae looks and acts like he does. I hope you enjoy these, don't forget to show these writers some love.

Rattled JJK x reader, single dad JK by @gukslut. The Jungkook in this story breaks my heart with his grit and humanity, and the MC is so relatable it hurts. If you haven't read this, do yourself a favour and be prepared to have your world rocked. Probably my favourite fanfic of all time.

The Cul-de-Sac Cons JJK x reader, JHS x reader, con artist AU by @bonvoyagenoona. I've read and re-read this a lot, the love story between JK and reader is fraught with intrigue and danger, and all the side characters - cuckolded husband Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, are fleshed out perfectly as well.

Lonely Hearts Club JJK x OC, dystopian sci-fi tattoo artist AU by @joonbird. A story that made me think about fanfic in a completely different light, angsty and terribly sad.

Ego JJK x reader, fuckboi college AU by @suga-kookiemonster. A series that had me hooked from the first chapter, a rolling romp, with the perfect ending. Adore.

Feels like summer by @badbhye is a sweet, funny, coming of age story featuring reader and an grown-up, glowed-up next-door-neighbour Jungkook. Also features the immortal line 'Fucking Aquarius bastard' which makes me laugh every time I think of it.

Blink and you'll miss it by @satnin-darling is a fun, fast-paced story with great scene-setting featuring a street-racer reader and rookie lawyer JK.

Spin Cycle by @miscelunaaa is a slow burn series where reader meets Jungkook in a laundromat and their relationship develops over a collection of fun-size drabbles.

Damsel in shining armor by @jimilter is a follow up to the equally great Knight in distress and features chaotic chaebol JK and a competent, take no prisoners reader. A fast-paced, hilarious caper involving reader trying to do damage control as JK wreaks havoc.

Burning bright by @snackhobi is a Pacific Rim AU featuring Jaeger pilots Jungkook and reader, and an unforgettable classic in my book. I love this, and it always reminds me how damn talented fanfiction writers are.

Ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg is about a Jungkook who has the ability to see ghosts set in a med school AU and features Yoongi and Taehyung as cockblocking spirits. Sweet and so, so funny.

Blackout by @bonvoyagenoona is set during one night when the entire neighbourhood loses power and Jungkook and reader navigate the neighbourhood block party. It's the perfect romantic almost first date.

Under the stars by @madbutgloriouspond is a sweet, cute, fluffy, real story about Jungkook and reader in a college AU that I love, love, love.

THAT nose riding drabble by @here2bbtstrash honestly doesn't even need a title. JK is sweet, clueless but willing, and Yoongi? He's the voyeur of my dreams.

Disaster management by @jimilter is gold. Unruly chaotic chaebol CEO Jeon Jungkook is back, and company President reader is right by his side as they try to avert disaster.

Leave the door open by @here4kpopfics is a strangers to lovers neighbours AU story that makes me think about how annoying and irresistible Jeon Jungkook would be if he lived next door.

Car sex by @musicloverxoxo7 features co-workers Jungkook x reader who flirt their way to a smutty, sexy encounter.

Euphoria by @btssavedmylifeblr is a beautiful study of life, love and mortality that is one of the best stories I've read. Unforgettable.

Part 2

#fic library: jungkook #fic rec list: jungkook

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fave-bts-fics · 3 years

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Been Tryin' Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I Got War On My Mind

BY: orphan_account

SHIP: YOONSEOK

WORD COUNT: 56778

CHAPTERS: 17

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

Ace agent Min Yoongi is sent to go undercover and infiltrate backstreet racer-cum-heist-leader Jung Hoseok (code name: JHope)’s group of misfits, figure out their big plan, and bring them in. He’s counting on his info, his car skills, and his wits, but what he doesn’t count on is that the gang is loveable and Hoseok’s smile rivals any high he’s ever gotten from being on the job.

Somewhere along the line, Min Yoongi finds himself having to choose between love and duty, his job and the open road.

#bts #bts fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic #fic rec #yoonseok #sope #yoongi #suga #hoseok #jhope #racer au #smut #fluff #fluff and smut #bottom yoongi

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memphisfaith · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Boundless Nights

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 8.9K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, mentions of murder, murder, illegal activities.

Warning 2.0: Grinding, fingering, car sex, slight pain kink, dirty talking, scratching, hair pulling, begging, vague overstimulation, protected penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

It only took a week for Namjoon to find an Old 1971 Monte Carlo, getting here took even less thanks to his extensive connections. Building it however took three months. If I wasn’t in school I was in the garage working on the damn thing. Tae had come around a few times, only for Namjoon to kick him out, not bothering to take the chance of him worming his way into tinkering with my car.

Yoongi came around once or twice, to tell me he had my bike built and would wait for me to decide on the color, but he lingered longer than he said he would and watched me working on the car.

The few times I wasn’t in school or working on my car. The three boys drag me out to the farm house for a weekend so I could teach them how to ride a bike. Taehyung, being the way he is, had won himself a bike rather than buying one like Jungkook and Jimin did. Teaching all three boys had been a pain in the ass and resulted in more than a few hospital trips, luckly none of them resulted in anything broken.

By the time I finished my car, all three of them had mastered riding. Upon finishing my car Namjoon and I drove it all the way to Yoongi and Tae's place before I told them the color I wanted. The color I chose? Purple. Yoongi approved my choice with a small hum before getting to work, he even let me help.

Now that it's Friday I finally get to take it to my first race. I even bought a whole new outfit for tonight, a pair of black ripped jeans paired with a purple tank top and a special black leather jacket with purple flames to accent it. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and pull my boots on at the door before meeting Namjoon in the garage.

I let out a giddy laugh as I climb into the new shiny purple Car, I even go so far as to squeal when I turn it on. I can hear Namjoon’s laugh from his car next to me, but I’m too happy to care. I can’t help but grin when the garage door opens and shows me the road ahead.

As soon as the door is fully open Namjoon’s car rowers to life. I sent him one glance before hauling ass out of the garage. After that it's a race of running red lights and bobbing and weaving around cars.

Namjoon beats me to the meet up spot by an inch and a half. When I pull into a stop I can see him grinning smugly at him through both our windows. He meets me at my door still holding that very same smile. “You still have a lot to learn baby girl.” He chuckles.

“It’s a new car, I’m sure if I raced you in monster I could have beaten you.” I huff crossing my arms. Namjoon throws his head back as he laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss into my temple. “Im sure you could have, I’ve been teaching you to drive Monster for a year.” he muses

“She came pretty close to beating you though, the closest I’ve ever seen. The most I’ve ever seen anyone come that close was when I raced you and I was behind you by two inches,” Yoongi grins. I perk up at the older man’s confession as Namjoon nods in agreement.

“I say she’s ready, don’t you Namjoon?” Hoseok speaks up from his place by his car. “Ready for what?” I mumble, “Something we shouldn’t discuss here,” Namjoon announces sharply. My eyes widened at his tone and immediately let it go.

“Well,” Jimin speaks up, breaking through the tense air, “I say we let The Goddess officially Christain her new beast.” He continues. “I wouldn’t say he’s a beast.” I smile, Jimin raises an amused eyebrow at me. “Then what just is he?” He smirks, “A guardian.” I smile. “In every good legend a Goddess will always need herself a Guardian.” I explain, “I thought it was a warrior she needed, or like, a Champion.” Taehyung speaks up.

“I have one of those too, more than one according to Namjoon,” I sigh with an eye roll. I watch as Taehyung’s eyes knit together before they shoot up in shock. I felt fear creep up my spine as a knowing smirk crawled it’s way on to his lips.

“I think I can safely assume one of those is that pretty new bike Yoongi built you.” Taehyung laughs. “True, True. If I knew how to ride a bike, I would have kept that sexy beast for myself.” yoongi sighs out. “I can always teach you? I managed to teach three imbassals, teaching a genius shouldn’t be too hard.” I shrug.

“Easy baby girl, you’ll inflate his ego too much,” Namjoon mutters to me teasingly. “No, no. Please do go on, I love to hear people acknowledge my genius.” Yoongi sighs out blissfully. “Annd that's enough ego inflation for today,” Namjoon cuts in and coves my mouth as soon as it opens.

I sent Namjoon a cheeky smile as looks down at me with a pointed look. “I say we cut the chit chat and get to racing wouldn’t you?” Hoseok calls, I watch as the majority of the men around loudly agree with him before stepping away from each other to find an opponent.

I watch Taehyung race first, he being the one to find someone to race first. Tae won as expected and added a new car to his already extensive collection. Hoseok took the next race by storm, he completely plastered the guy and crossed the finish line with his opponent still at the second stop light.

Jimin raced after that, he raced for pink lips and won. As soon as the race ended he picked up his prize and drove back to his place. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Jimin waved bye to us, his chest puffed up in pride.

I let out a strained sigh as I watched Jin line up his pink car for his race. I glanced to my right as I saw Jungkook’s figure approach. “Not your turn yet baby?” He questions with a smirk, “Don’t call me that.” I sneer. “Oh come on, you love it.” He laughs, “When I’m drunk or in hysteria.” I snorted before turning back to the race. “Have you found anyone to race yet?” He questions, I shake my head as I watch Jin’s mustang rawr loudly. “I’ll tell you what, you can race me.” He offers, my jaw drops as my eyes shoot over to him.

I watch his smug face grin, “What’s the catch?” I sneer. Jungkook’s grin widens, “If I win you have to go on a date with me.” He shrugs. I force down my shock as I watch him carefully, “And if I win?” I prompt. “I’ll never call you baby ever again.” He quips, damn that’s tempting.

I swallow my doubt and smile confidently, “Your on.” Jungkook’s smug smile turns into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything else before he turns and makes his way over to the organizer to reserve the next race.

As Jin came down the street in the lead Jungkook and I made our way to our cars, by the time we were pulling up to our spots Jin was already rolling out with a victory grin. Jin shot us a knowing look as we pass each other, I ignore him and focus on lining my car up. Once in place I put my car in park before glancing at Jungkook.

The bastard is already watching me, a dark stare fills his eyes with his jaw locked and tense. I quickly turn back to the road and brace my hand on the shift, I watch the flag grin strut to the middle from my side. I watch her shoot a suggestive look to Jungkook before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, I judge her as I watch her attempt to pull it off in a sexy manner. Once she actually got the damn thing off I cringe and the pink with white polka dot bra that can’t be any bigger than a b-cup.

She raises her bra up and glances at the two of us before the crowd around us counts down. I filter out the shouts and focus on the bra being held in the air. As soon as the bra drops I flick my shift in gear and hit the gas.

I focus on the road ahead, passing the first, the second, and eventually turning at the third stop light without so much as glips of Jungkook’s blue car ahead of me. Approaching the second stoplight I catch the color blue out of the corner of my eye, glancing over I see Jungkook’s car pull up alongside mine. As he levels with me I glance at him only to see him staring at me intensely, paying no mind to the road ahead of him as I routinely glance at the road ahead to keep in check.

When we pass the second stoplight our cars are neck and neck for the win, I pull away from watching Jungkook to focus on the last stoplight. Forty feet away from the stop light I see Jungkook’s car inch closer to mine. My eyes widen as he gets closer and closer until we're so close our side view mirrors are an inch apart.

I felt my heart sink from my chest as I watch when they almost tap from the way he pulls even closer. I glare at Jungkook heatedly, I was NOT going to let him chip my car. As soon as I saw his hand move to turn his wheel I hit the breaks, I pulled back and let Jungkook pass the finish line first.

I felt my chest flare with anger as the crowd cheered in victory. I grit my teeth and pull back into my parking space next to Namjoon. Namjoon is already standing there waiting for me, an amused expression carved onto his face.

As soon as I step out of my car I glide my hands over the sides looking for any imperfections Jungkook might have caused without me knowing. Luckily I didn’t find any, I can hear Namjoon’s laughter from the side.

“I didn’t want him to scratch or damage it, I just finished it and I would rather die than let Jeon Jungkook ruin it in a fucking street race.” I grumble. “It’s okay baby girl, I get it. Just get yourself another car you wouldn’t mind ruining in street races and use that from now on.” He suggests. “Yeah, your right.” I sigh leaning my head into his side, “I guess I’m really gonna have to go on a date with Jungkook huh?” I mumble. I felt Namjoon stiffen, “That little shit,” He grumbles.

“You didn’t know?” I gasp, “Oh no, I knew. I just assumed when he asked me to let him take you on date I didn’t think he would ask you by racing for pink lips.” He sneers. I let out a long sigh, “Wow, that's soo surprising.” I moan sarcastically. “Don’t sass me little girl,” He grunts, I roll my eyes but a small smile slips onto my lips.

Jungkook walks over smugly, that is until Namjoon locks his eyes on him. Jungkook visibly shrunk down as Namjoon pressed an intimidating gaze onto him. As soon as he got close enough Namjoon stands to his full height and stalks over to him, “Let’s take a walk Jungkook.” Namjoon smiles as he wraps an arm around his shoulders already leading the shaking boy away.

Taehyung crackles from beside me as Namjoon leads Jungkook away from the group. “Oh I bet he’ll piss his pants,” Tae sighs out blissfully, “I take that action I bet fifty bucks that he buckles as soon as Joon walks away.” Jin pipes up. “I bet he does both” Yoongi adds, I shook my head as all three shook on it.

Thirty minutes later the four of us watch closely as Jungkook and Namjoon come back. Tae’s eyes shoot down to Jungkook’s pants but there’s no wet patch. Namjoon leads Jungkook all the way over us before patting his shoulder and makes his way over to Hoseok.

As soon as Namjoon was a safe distance away I watched in shock as Jungkook’s legs buckled and he gripped the top of Namjoon’s car for support. As soon as he realizes he touches it he rips his hand away as if he’s been burned. “Oh my god, I think I peed a little.” Jungkook mutters. Tae and Jin groan as they both reach for their wallet and yoongi smirks in victory.

“You seriously bet on me?” Jungkook asks as his face scrunches up. The three males nod as two hand over fifty bucks each. “Some friend you are,” He scoffs, “Says the boy that hussles Namjoon’s little girl into a date.” Yoongi shot back with an eye roll as he collected his winnings.

“I don’t know about you losers but I’m going to head home.” I yawn, “Night darling,” Tae chimes. I wave tiredly as I walk to my car, as soon as I climb in and start the car a knock comes from my window. I glance over to see Jungkook motioning for me to roll the window down.

Namjoon watches me through the bathroom mirror as I flat iron my hair. His bulky frame acts as a second door taking up the whole door space, even when he’s leaving against the door frame.

I let out a groan before reluctantly rolling the window down, “What?” I groan. “I’m picking you up at six tomorrow. Be ready.” Jungkook says before he walks away. I let out a sigh before driving home and falling asleep with worries of six pm tomorrow.

“I want you home by midnight, and if he touches you in any way you don’t like, kick him the dick then call me so I can finish the job, and I swear to god if he tries to get you to give him road head-” He rants, I cringe as I hear that last one. “Namjoon, I’ll be fine. I’m not that scared little girl you dropped off on her first day of school anymore.” I comfort.

Namjoon lets out a long sigh before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “I know, I'm very proud of you.” he smiles, “I just don’t want to see you hurt or scared ever again. I’ve seen enough to last me my entire life time.” He mumbles. “Thanks, Joon.” I whisper, “Anytime baby girl.” He smiles with the dimples that I adore.

Just as he pulls away a knock comes from the door, “I’ll get the door so you can finish up.” He smiles, before I can protest he’s already rushing down the hallway. I quickly finished the three sections I had left before running to my bedroom and grabbing my shoes.

When I came into the living room I found Namjoon looming over Jungkook, his gun tucked into the very front of his belt on full show. I roll my eyes and pull on my shoes. With my shoes on I approach from the side, “Come on Jungkook, I’ll see you tonight Joon.” I smile pressing a light kiss to Namjoon’s cheek as I pull Jungkook out the door.

“Remember home by midnight, aim for the balls and no-” I cut off his rant by shutting the door. “No what?” Jungkook questions, “Nothing you need to worry about unless you want to find out why he wants me to aim for the balls.” I quip as we walk down the stairs and out of the garage.

I see Jungkook cringe before nodding, When we reach the street I’m shocked to see that Jungkook didn’t drive his exotic blue car. Instead I’m pleasantly surprised with a black 1967 Chevy Impala. “Oh wow,” I gasp at the beautiful car. “It was a gift from Namjoon when I won my first street race.” He smiles.

I felt a warmness bubble up in my chest hearing the memory. “That's amazing,” I smile, Jungkook nods shly before opening the passenger door for me. He held it open as I climbed in before shutting it after I settled.

I watch as he walks around the car into and climbs into the driverside. I grin as I hear the car purr to life, I relax into the seat as Jungkkook pulls off and starts down the road. “So where are we going?” I question as I watch the buildings pass, “To dinner and then an event,” he answers.

I lift my eyebrow at him to elaborate but he doesn’t. It isn’t until we pull up to a small diner do I understand his terms of dinner. I recognize this place, from the times where I still mugged people off a dirt bike.

Jungkook opens the car door for me and the diner door as we enter. To my pleasure I spot the old owner at the cash register, I watch her old face light up as we walk past her. I send her a wave before Jungkook and I pick a two seat table.

Jungkook pulls the chair out for me and helps me push in before he sits down himself. An older woman smiles kindly at us before handing us menus and taking our drink orders. Jungkook and I both ordered cokes before looking over our menus.

“Have you been here before? I saw you wave at the older lady at the counter.” Jungkook asks, “I’ve been in and out here a bit, when I didn’t know Namjoon. Her Name is Miss Nam and she owns the diner, I know her son too but Eric works deeper into the city. He comes around when he can.” I inform, looking over the menu and eyeing the new item.

“Anything you would recommend then?” He continues, “The curry is pretty good, but I’m going to try their new chicken and dumplings. It wasn’t on the menu that last time I was here.” I mumble out in thought. Jungkook nods before looking back over the menu.

I jump when I see Miss Nam carry our drinks over to us, “Miss Nam please don’t serve tables!” I panic quickly leaning into her to take the drinks. “Don’t worry yourself (y/n), I’m only doing it to come see you and the handsome young man you've brought along with you.” She smiles.

“But look at you! So full and healthy! I haven’t seen you in forever and I have gotten worried.” She gushes as she cups my cheeks. “Thank you miss Nam, I have someone who looks after me now, I’ve been doing better.” I laugh gently, taking her hands in mine.

“I saw that your dead beat of a father was found dead on city borders. Boy as soon as I saw the paper I called Eric thinking that they had gotten you too, but lord am I relieved to have the world rid of that man, mostly for your sake sweetie.” She whispers, I saw Jungkook stiffen at the subject but I keep holding my well practiced smile.

“Thank you Miss Nam, But umm… This is Jeon Jungkook, a friend of mine who asked me out on a date tonight.” I smile using one hand to gesture to said boy. Jungkook sent the elder woman a charming smile but the woman sent him a sharp look that caused him to jump. “You take care of her now boy, I may be old but I’m not to be underestimated.” She scolds waving a finger in his face.

Jungkook nods his head obedintly squeaking out a ‘yes ma’am’ every so often. I force down a grin as I watch but eventually Miss Nam lets go of my hands, “I’ll let you get on with your date now sweetie, I just had to say hello.” She sighs, “It’s fine miss Nam, I wouldn't dream of coming in and not coming to say hello before I left.” I laugh.

Miss Nam smiles and affectionately pats my cheek before walking back to her post. Jungkook lets out a sigh in relief as the older woman leaves. I smile and lean my head against my cheek as I watch Jungkook sink into his seat. “She likes you,” I smile, “That’s a relief,” He mumbles.

The older woman came back over a minute later and took our orders, I ordered the chicken and dumplings and Jungkook ordered the curry. A little while later our food came. I watch as Jungkook takes his first bite and his eyes light up at the taste. I smile and try the creamy soup, I moan at the taste.

I glance up to see Jungkook eyeing the bowl of thick soup, I scoop up a bumping and hold it out for him to try. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth and take in the bite. I laugh as Jungkook hisses at the hot food. He chews quickly before swallowing.

“That is good, Can I have another bite?” He questions, I let out a short laugh before nodding. I scoop up chicken this time and hold it out for him, Jungkook leans forward and blows on it a few times before taking the bite. He groans and chews slowly, nodding his head at taste.

I shook my head and went back to eating my food, but by the time we finished it was almost seven. Jungkook and I wrapped it up before we walked to the front to pay. Jungkook takes the bill as I say goodbye to Miss Nam and promised to come by more often, Jungkook holds the door open for me as we leave and opens the car door for me when we get to the car.

“Alright so what’s part two?” I smile leaning against the window but looking over at Jungkook. Jungkook smiles and glances over at me, “you’ll see.” He grins. I hum in amusement and continue to watch him in silence.

I only pull away as the city buildings start to lessen, it isn’t until we reach a stadium do I realize what he intended for us to do. Jungkook parks before getting out, I watch him circle the car and open the door for me. Once I’m out and he closes the door he wraps an arm around my shoulder as he leads me to the stadium gates.

“I got us here early so we can check out the cars,” He informs as he hands over a pair of tickets. The man in the window nods in thanks before we are allowed to pass. There's a decent crowd gathered in the stadium already, but the Race doesn’t start until an hour.

Jungkook leads us to the garages where racers had pulled their cars out and checked out final details. Jungkook and I walk slowly looking over each car, every now or then Jungkook would recognize someone and whisper a comment about them in my ear.

One person, a racer sponsored by Red Bull, supposably pees himself if he races too close to that wall. Another person, a racer sponsored by a bread company, gets drunk really fast and throws up after every race. But this is all coming from Jungkook so I have no idea if it's right or not.

Jungkook stops and stares at the last car in the line, a pink one with a general store sponsorship. Jungkook looks at it sadly but he then turns and shoots me a small smile. “This was Seokjin’s car you know,” He smiles. My eyes widen as I recognize the car from the magazine cover in Yoongi's house.

I open my mouth to reply but another voice cuts me off, “Well if it isn’t little kookie.” A teasing tone sings out. I watch in shock as Jungkook’s face grows dark, “(y/n),” Jungkook spoke stiffly. “This is Lee Jaebeom, he took over when Jin retired,” he almost sneers. I look at the man he gestures to, his pink jumpsuit fits him nicely, he has a clean shaved face, and his hair is neatly styled. He didn’t look as old a seokjin but he definitely isn’t younger than Namjoon.

“Wow Kookie, you sure have grown up since I’ve seen you! And look, you even have a little girlfriend with you!” The man smirks, I glare at the tone he uses. The playful tone he uses is one you talk with when you address a child a decade younger than what Jungkook and I actually are.

Jaebeom turns and actually makes contact with me, I suppress a shiver as his eyes rake over me. Only after he gets his fill does he actually look at my face. It’s then his eerie smirk grows into one that sends a shot of fear down my spine.

“Oooh Kookie!” He jeers, “Moving up in the world are we? Does Namjoon know you're taking his prodigy out on a date?” He laughs. I felt my blood run cold and I shifted closer to Jungkook, Jungkook’s arm automatically wraps around me tighter. “I really don’t think it’s your concern since he kicked you out.” Jungkook snaps, My eyes widen at the new piece of information. My shock furthers as Jaebeom lets out a crazed laugh that attracts more than a few unwanted stares.

“You guys really need to let that go,” He sighs, “Besides Namjoon made it out alive didn’t he, and you and your mentor are now free to race freely.” He continues. I swallow hard at the mention of Namjoon. Jungkook lets out a scoff, “Come on (y/n), we gotta get good seats.” Jungkook calls, providing an exit to the tense conversation.

I nod my head mutely allowing Jungkook to lead me away from the man. Once a safe distance away I glance over my shoulder to look at him, I stiffen when I see he’s still watching us. He smirks and waves playfully when he catches my gaze, I whip around and move closer to Jungkook until we’re out of eyesight.

Once Jungkook found us seats and we got settled in, my curiosity finally met its limit. “Who is he?” I question, Jungkook lets out a long sigh. “His name is Jaebeom, long ago before Jimin and Taehyung were a legacy, it was just me and the Elites. Jaebeom is a world renowned racer known for taking such crazy risks they actually worked. He was brought into the elites when Namjoon and Yoongi were. Not long after them came Jin and I, but by then things were already on the rocks. Jaebeom put Namjoon and Yoongi at risk a lot.” Jungkook recalls, leaning back in his seat and staring blankly at the track in front of us.

“The final straw was when all the Elites went out, I don’t know where, but when they came back Namjoon was beaten to a pulp. Almost hospitalized, but I remember hearing Jin scream at the top of his lungs at Jaebeom. Screaming about being so reckless that he could have killed anyone of them. When Namjoon recovered he kicked Jaebeom out of the Elites. Being spiteful, Jaebeom took his revenge out on Jin and I.” Jungkook continues.

“He’s the reason Seokjin retired?” I whisper, Jungkook simply nods. “I can’t complain too much though, if he was right about something it's the fact that Jin and I can race freely now. Without track rules, and without professional risk.” Jungkook sighs with a small smile.

I let out a playful scoff, “Maybe you should have stayed in racing, I swear I would have kicked your ass if you had hit my car.” I mumble. Jungkook lets out a boyishly laugh before throwing his arm over the back of my seat, “Ahh, but that was the whole reason I beat you baby, I was counting on you to pull away in fear I’d chip your car.” He smirks.

“It won’t be like that next time, because next time I won’t make the mistake of driving a car that is important to me.” I huff. When Jungkook doesn’t say anything I glance over to him, I feel my cheeks flush when I see him staring me down with a look of endearment. I sent him a sneer and pushed his face away with my hand, another boyish laugh escaped the boy.

The race started a little later, Jungkook bought us some popcorn as we watched. Sometimes Jungkook will explain a certain tactic when we saw it or explain a rule I didn’t understand. But as the Race came to a close I noticed the smug look Jungkook had when another racer completed their hundredth lap before Jaebeom.

We didn’t stay long after the race ended, We quickly made our way to the exit and out to the car. Jungkook starts the car and pulls out of the stadium, “It’s only ten? Do you want to go home?” Jungkook questions without taking his eye off the road. “Would you tease me if I said no?” I mumble, a small smile slips onto Jungkook’s lips at my question. “No,” He muses as he glances over to me, I feel my breath hitch as one of Jungkook’s place itself on my thigh. To my confusion it doesn’t stir any concerning feelings, the warmth and weight of the hand is oddly comforting.

I relax and listen to the hum of the car and gaze at the city lights through the window. I don’t even realize when Jungkook started to rub circles on my thigh, I only notice he’s doing it when one circle goes higher than the rest.

“You know Namjoon will kill you if he finds out you're touching me provocatively,” I tease quietly. Jungkook let out a small laugh as he pulled up to a stop light. As soon as he stops, his hand jerks away from me and puts the car in park, my eyes widen as he lunges across the seat and presses a kiss onto my lips. I push down my shock and press back.

I let out a blissful gasp when Jungkook pushes me against the door of the car and cages me with both hands pressed to the window. With his new found leverage Jungkook deepens the kiss by taking the hand closest to the seat and gently cupping my jaw before using his thumb to push open my mouth. I moan when his tongue slides into my mouth slowly stroking against mine.

Jungkook pulls away and uses the same hand that pushed my mouth open to push my head to the side to give him access to my throat. I hum out in pleasure as wet kisses pepper onto my neck, however gasps soon take their place as Jungkook’s hot tongue presses into my skin. My arms find feeling when his teeth suddenly rake across the previous tongued skin, they wrap around Jungkook quickly as one hand grabs onto the collar of his leather jacket and the other knotting itself into his hair.

The hot air quickly becomes still as I catch sight of blue and red lights coming down the street. I pull on Jungkook’s collar to get his attention, “Jungkook!” I mumble doing my best to keep my voice steady as his teeth continue their tourcher. “Yeah baby?” He mumbles into my skin, “Cops!” I squeak when his teeth clasp against my skin.

I let out a shaky breath as I get whiplash from how fast Jungkook pulls himself off of me. Before I can process what just happened Jungkook is back on the drivers side and skillfully flicking the car into gear. I jerk slightly as Jungkook takes off the road, the cop car sires now blaring as they chase us.

Jungkook remains silent as he focuses on the road ahead, I gasp when he turns sharply and drifts the car onto a new street. He goes down four blocks before making another turn, then down five blocks. Junkook halts to a stop in front of a wide alleyway.

My eyes widen as Jungkook turns the car vertically in the middle of a parallel street, He lines the car up with the alleyway, and backs into it, he backs up as deep as he can go before shutting the car off. I breathe deeply as a second later the cop car flies past us.

Jungkook relaxes into his seat, he too takes sharp breaths. Finally when we evened out he glanced over at me. “You're really going to get me in trouble one of these days,” He mumbles, “If I do recall, each time you almost have it’s always you who starts it.” I smirk.

Jungkook shot me a dark look, “Then I guess I’ll start it again,” He grunts. I yelp as he reaches forward and pulls me across the seat and effortlessly lifts me into his lap. Jungkook leans forward and presses his lips flush against mine all while he pushes me into the steering wheel.

I gasp when My back is pressed flush against the wheel, I’m suddenly very thankful that I can’t touch the horn. Jungkook’s hands perch themselves on my ass, he forces out a moan when he cups it tightly. Jungkook’s tongue slides right into my mouth and goes straight for my tongue.

When air becomes needed I try to pull away but Jungkook follows me, the action causes my back to dig into the wheel and our kiss becomes messy. “Jungkook,” I whimper when the desire to breathe properly becomes desperate. Jungkook chuckles before finally pulling away.

I heave in the air when it becomes available, as I catch my breath Jungkook leans back into his seat and trails his hands from my ass to my thighs then back up. I finally stabilize my breathing but my thoughts are still fuzzy from all the tension.

A moan slips through my lips when Jungkook’s hip slowly rolls between mine, The hard on he sports pushing directly into my apex. My body goes lax and falls against the wheel as his hips roll again. “Jungkook,” I huff as my hands struggle to find something to grab onto.

“M’sorry baby, can’t help it.” He moans, “you’re too much for me you know. You make me want you so bad.” He huffs leaning his head back against the seat as his hips grind harder into me. “Fuck!” He grunts lifting his hips up into me, “You're really going to make me cum in my pants.” he moans. My eyes widened at his confession, “No!” I gasp pressing my hips into his hoping I can stop his movement.

“Why! What’s wrong?” Jungkook yelps as his head snaps up to meet my eyes. “Don’t want you to cum in your pants.” I mumble, heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks. I feel Jungkook’s tense panicked body relax. I jump as I feel his familiar soft lips press against the neck of my skin, “Where should I cum then baby?” He mumbles against me, I felt my cheeks burn and my body flush as more than a few ideas came to thought.

“Do you need some ideas baby? Because I have a few,” he teases against my skin. I moan slips through my lips as his tongue and teeth work magic against my neck. “Please?” I mumble, I let my neck fall into the groove of his shoulder and throat. I feel Jungkook’s chest vibrate at the action, “Please what? Do you need me?” He questions. I nod my head against him, “Where? Where do you need my baby?” He questions.

I don’t say a word as I take his hand in mine before I gently place it between us at the apex of my legs. Jungkook moans softly, “Here?” He mumbles as I feel his fingers push over my covered slit. I whimper and nod hurriedly. “Fuck,” He breaths, “Okay,” He groans. “Come on, climb in the back.” He instructs, I pull myself off of him and quite literally throw myself over the seat into the back.

I hear Jungkook laugh from the front seat as I do so, once I’m over the seat and laying across the backseat Jungkook heaves himself over the backseat as well. Once he too is over the seat Jungkook settles himself above me and in between my legs.

I watch hazly as he leans up and tugs off his leather jacket before pulling his shirt over head, he tosses both articles of clothes to the floor behind him. Once off he pulls me up and helps me pull off my shirt, he tosses it off to the floor beside us but stops at my bra.

I gasp as his hot tongue makes contact with the swells of my breasts, his hands cupping my bra and using it to push my breasts closer together. I moan as he teeth clasp around flesh, he dulls the ache of his bite with his tongue before all at once his hands yank down my bra. The bra is pushed down under my breasts further pushing them up for Jungkook to play with.

I let my head fall back as his mouth makes contact with a hard nipple, already overstimulated by the content contrast of Jungkook’s hot mouth and air around us that is slowly growing in temperature as well. Jungkook’s tongue rolls against my nipple slowly before sucking then biting. Whimpers fall from my lips as he continues to torcher each breast with his process.

When Jungkook is satisfied he wraps his arms around me and unclasps my bra letting my breasts fall to their natural place. Slowly Jungkook lowers me back down to the seat before his hands trail from my breast down my stomach to the button of my pants. My chest heaves as he teasingly plays with the button for a second, “Jungkook!” I whines rolling my hips up to him to urge him.

“Alright, alright! Fuck baby I just want to take my time.” He mumbles with a small laugh. “If we had the time I would let you, If I go home late Namjoon will kill you.” I chide, Jungkook stops and looks down at me. His face hardens in thought before a small smile plays on his lips, “A risk I’m willing to take if I can have you for the night.” He decides.

My eyes widen as he pops open the button of my pants before he’s pulling them off my hips and legs. Jungkook tosses them into my pile of clothes then positions himself right back over me. He places one hand on the seat by my head and uses it to hold himself up as the dips into my panties.

As soon as his fingers make contact with my womanhood it draws a moan from the both of us. “Fuck your wet, so fucking wet.” He mutters, almost to himself. Jungkook’s fingers trace my slit with the tips of his fingers slightly curved. He gives a small rub to my clit before pulling his hand out and shoving them into his mouth. My mouth falls open when his eyebrows knit together and moans at the taste.

I lick my lips as he continues to suck on fingers, He pulls them from his mouth slowly. I watch as his fingers are covered in a thick coat of saliva with strands of it stretching from his mouth to his fingers. He smirks just before his hand is back in my panties and fingers buried in my pussy.

My back arches when he starts to pump his fingers in slowly, I can feel the slight curve he adds to them and how well they stroke a spot inside me that causes a hotness to swell in my stomach. “So good,” I whine rolling my hips into fingers, Jungkook doesn’t reply. He just leans down and catches my lips with his. I gasp against the kiss each time his fingers touch the tight little spot inside me. Each time I gasp Jungkook rolls his tongue around mine, the action adds the messiness of the kiss.

A sharp moan is ripped from me when Jungkook’s thumb makes a sudden appearance at my clit, his thumb presses into my clit harshly but in slow circles. He chuckles at my reaction before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away taking my lip with him.

The hot smoldering pool in my stomach is unbearably deep, and it only gets deeper when Jungkook’s fingers rake against my special spot. I let out a screech and grab onto his forearms when his thumb rolls my clit as soon as his fingers hit that spot. That one action is enough to cause my body to flush, I clench around Jungkook’s fingers as I come. I jerk my hips up to meet his hand with desperate whines tumbling out of my mouth as he works me through my orgasm.

I let out a quiet moan in bliss when my orgams subsides, but the pool in my stomach is empty and there's an ache for it to be filled again. I whimper as Jungkook’s fingers leave me, I pout when I see him pop them back into his mouth. He smirks upon seeing the look I’m giving him, “Mmm, don’t worry baby we’re not done.” He chimes from between his fingers.

Once satisfied that his fingers are clean, I watch wantonly as his hands move to his belt. As soon as his belt popped open I shot my hands out to his pants and hurried to get them open. I glance up and catch the amused smile on his face at my hurry. As I pull the zipper down Jungkook is pulling his waste line down. I help him get his pants off to his knees before he’s kicking them off and into his pile of clothes on the car floor.

I gasp at the tent in his pants, “Fuck, I think your going to be the one that kills me,” I moan. “I wouldn’t think so, I think that pretty pussy of yours is going to swallow me whole.” He whispers. I felt my cunt throb at his words, “Now come here,” He smirks before jerking me closer to him. He helps me pull off my panties, as I toss them into my pile Jungkook is tugging off his boxers. As he puts them on the floor he reaches for his pants and digs around in his pockets for his wallet.

I laugh as he pulls out a new looking condom from his wallet before tossing his wallet to the floor. “Jin gave it to me before I left,” He mumbles, “I won’t tell Joon if you don’t?” I grin, “You got yourself a deal baby,” He laughs before using his hand and teeth to rip it open.

When it opens I gently take it from his mouth and roll it on him, Jungkook moans as soon as my hands come in contact with his cock. As soon as it’s on Jungkook leans down and places a slow kiss on my lips. I let out a blissful sigh as I felt his cock rub against my slit.

Jungkook deepens the kiss when sigh, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. I feel his hands fall to my hips before his tip presses against my entrance, I moan when the tip presses in. Jungkook’s hands slide from my hips up my body before interlacing with mine. I moan loudly when makes a strong thrust in, he jerks our interlaced hands to the small space above my head. My hips jerk up only to feel Jungkook’s, A moan tumbles from us both.

My breathing is heavy and every time my chest heaves up I meet Jungkook’s broader one. Jungkook pulls away from our sloppy his and sinks down to bury his head into my neck. I feel him mouth over the flesh, sucking every so often at a new spot. I close my eyes and feel the way Jungkook fills me up so good, I can feel him throb every so often and I relish in the heat of his cock that seems to soak through the condom.

When the slight burning feeling subsides I roll my hips into his, A hiss falls from Jungkook’s lips at my small action. Without a word spoken Jungkook pulls up from my body, using our interlaced hands as leverage when he thrusts his hips and rolls them just before he sinks all the way in.

The move rips a moan right out of me, I lock eyes with Jungkook. His gaze is smoldering and wanting, Lust practically dripping from them. Each thrust of his hips causes a moan and each time the tip of his cock pushes against that spot inside me it causes my stomach to swell. Jungkook groans when my pussy clenches around him when he hits that special spot.

The swelling builds and builds until I’m thrusting up meeting him, desperate to meet an end. But it becomes too much, my legs shake too much for me to properly meet him causing less pleasure than more. I whine when my hips fall back onto the seat after another failed attempt, my thighs quivering violently around him desperate for the stimulation of an end.

“Fuck! Baby it's okay, I got you.” Jungkook calls, I yelp when his hands let go of mine as one places itself on the window above me and the other throws my leg closest to the front seats over his hip and holds it there. His first thrust in with his new leverage causes my head to spin. He hits deeper than before and the tip of his cock practically spears at the spot inside of me.

My hands fly around Jungkook, desperately looking for something to grab onto. When Jungkook’s pace starts gaining more speed and in turn power, my nails find home in his skin. But the action just seems to egg him on. I gasp wildly against him and moaning like a porn star every other gasp.

“Fuck!” he curses, “So fuckin’ tight, your getting so fuckin’ tight baby.” He slurs. My nails rake down to his shoulders when the pool in my stomach pulses, so close to flushing out completely. “So close, Jungkook so close.” I beg, “Mmm fuck, It’s okay baby cum for me.” He moans.

The hand holding up my thigh lets go and reappears at his face just before he sinks his thumb into mouth. I watch him suck and lather his tongue over it before he pulls it out a pop. I almost fucking scream when his wet thumb comes crashing down on my clit. The quick harsh circles quickly fall into timing when Jungkook hits the bruising spot inside me.

I get so dangerously close, so close that my eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. “Look at me!” Jungkook growls, My eyes snap open and my jaw drops at the commanding tone. “I wanna see it, I wanna see the look you make when you cum all over this cock.” He snarls. I gasp and clench around him as the dirty words rumble from his chest.

“Fuck your gonna make me cum baby, but you gotta cum first.” He whines, a stark contrast to his previous deep growls. “You gotta cum first, gotta make you come first.” He chants. The sheer pressure of his thrusts throws me over the edge, my nails completely rake down his back as my orgams hits me like a wave and drags me under. I hear Jungkook let out a loud wanton moan and I can feel his erratic thrusts, but I didn’t process that he had come until my orgasm starts to fade.

I felt my body go lax against the seat, my breath heavy and uneven. I look up at Jungkook to see him barely holding himself up with his head hung and eyes closed. I wait until I see his breathing even out before leaning up and placing a soft kiss against his lip. I’m thoroughly pleased when Jungkook kisses back.

“Fuck, I like you a lot more than I orginally planned,” He chuckles, a laugh bubble up from my throat. “You know Joon will kill you for this,” I laugh, Jungkook shrugs “I was damned if I did, damned if I didn’t”. I roll my eyes at his comment, I reach into my piles of clothes and find my phone.

I flinch as I’m blinded by the screen light, my eyes widen and a laugh rips from my throat as I see the time. “What?” Jungkook mumbles as he lazaly presses kisses against my skin. “It’s only 11:30.” I laugh in disbelief. Jungkook smirks smugly, “That's plenty of time to get you home.” He chimes, “Let’s get dressed, after experience sex like that I really don’t like the idea of getting my dick shot off.” he grunts pushing himself to sit up in the seat.

“I thought you said it would be worth it?” I tease, “Oh don’t get me wrong baby it was very worth it, so much in fact that I would die if I can’t have it again,” He chimes. I laugh at his confession before getting dressed. It took us way longer than it should have to get dressed, but Jungkook managed to get me home ten minutes before 12:00 by running a few red lights and cutting a few tight corners.

Jungkook pulls to a stop in front of the garage, “I would walk you to the door but…” He tails off nervously. “No I get it, I’d actually prefer it if you didn't. I'm sure Joon is waiting for me at the door,” I giggle.

“I’ll see you Monday yeah?” I smirk, Jungkook leans forward and presses a soft kiss against my lips, “Definitely,” He agrees. I gave him one last kiss before getting out of the car and making way up to the loft. It was extremely painful to climb up the stairs but I got there.

To my surprise the loft lights are off, I hum in confusion but shrug it off. I flick the light on but scream when I see Joon sitting in a chair in front of me with his pistol in hand. “JESUS CHRIST NAMJOON! WHAT THE HELL!” I screech clutching my chest. Namjoon remains passive as he glances at the clock, “cutting it kinda close aren’t you?” He questions. “You're a crazy bastard,” I mutter as I walk to my room. “I’ve been called worse,” He chimes before getting up and going to his own room.

That Monday I drove myself to school, unwilling to allow Namjoon to start a scene with Jungkook in the middle of public. I slept the majority of Sunday, but still woke up tired. Getting dressed this morning mostly consisted of the bare minimum of the uniform, in the midst of my tired haze I forgot my leather jacket adding an unnecessary annoyance to my day. Arriving at school to see three males waiting up on me helped ease my annoyance.

I smile at the group of them tiredly, “You look tired darling,” Jimin chimes. “It was a long weekend.” I mumble, I half expect to see Jungkook snort but all I got was the same analyzing look I saw since I arrived. “Somethings missing,” he spoke randomly, “Now that you mention it, yeah something is,” Tae agrees. “Oh yeah, I forgot my jacket this morning.” I sigh, Tae hums but casts Jungkook a curious look as he runs off. The three of us watch as Jungkook jogs all the way back to his car and opens it up, we continue to watch him as digs through it. Eventually he pulls himself out with a black object in hand, I quickly realize it’s his own leather jacket.

Jungkook jogs all the way back over before opening it up from me to put on. I don’t question it as I turn and he helps me slip it on. Once over my shoulders Jungkook carefully pulls my hair out from under the jacket before I turn around and he reaches forward to tug it in place. “There much better, it’s weird seeing you without one on.” He chimes, I felt my cheeks heat up a little. No one gets to say anything else about it when the bell rings.

Jungkook and Tae take the lead as Jimin and I follow behind him. “He has a point you know, it is a little weird. But I bet he only likes it because you're wearing his jacket,” Jimin whispers over to me with a smirk. “Why would it matter if it's his or not?” I scoff stuffing my heads into the pockets. “Don’t you know darling? A racer's jacket over a woman is like having their name engraved on a trophy.” he chimes, I felt my cheeks burn at the meaning. I glance at Jungkook as he laughs at something Tae said, completely oblivious to Jimin and I’s conversation, and decide that being equal to his name engraved on a trophy doesn’t sound all that bad.

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