BTS Oneshot Imagines [Mostly Jk]

Birthday ✔

When the bad boy hits you with his bike

Jeon Jungkook | oneshot

Jungkook's POV
Standing among my friends on the street, their voices were boisterous. But not sufficient for me to interlude out of my trance. I kept gaping at the road, restlessly waiting for her to show up. Just like I did every day. 

"Your lover late today?" my friend asked amusingly, nudging my elbow. She walked past this road every evening after her part-time job, but she was late today. I clicked my tongue before seizing my helmet. "Let's start, it's late already," I told my friends as they all nodded 
and got on their bikes.

"Till the main road" I stated before squeezing and clutching down the lever.

"3...2...1...go". Our bikes roared on the dormant and frigid roads of our contingent city. The smoke filled the air.

"Fuck" I cursed as my friend overtook my bike. I turned to the second gear, now picking up speed.

My eyes caught a petite figure walking on the road, but her eyes definitely were not on it. My friend's bike roared past her, startling her. Her head turned towards him, looking at his insanely accelerated retreating figure.

She cursed under her breath and held her hand on her heart, calming down her heartbeat. I was near her now, almost driving past her when she unexpectedly turned around and came right in front of my bike. 

My hands immanently turned the handlebars to the adverse side, making my bike skid. She had also recoiled because of the sudden shock which made her descend on the pavement. 

Both of us hissed in throe.

I ejected my helmet and hobbled towards her. "Are you ok?" I asked, elongating my hand out for her to hold and get up. She dusted her hands to get the gravel away before removing her hair from her face, which was not visible to me until now.

"Y/n?" I unintentionally croaked out. She glanced at me before getting up herself, making me retreat my declined hand. 

She winced in pain, making me look at her knee which was bleeding. 

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't control my bike," I said as my hands unknowingly went behind her figure protectively as she was struggling to stand, but not touching her.

"You don't have to apologize, It's ok," she said, her gaze fleeting between my face, the view behind me, and her feet. 

She had always been shy, and even more when around me. Her timid personality and docile disposition made me want to protect her from everything. It made me want to hold her close to me at all times and cherish her with all the love and care in this world.

The only thing stopping me from doing that was my fear. My fear of making her uncomfortable and losing a friend. Yes. She is my friend, or that's what I think. 

We have talked a few times in college but I'm not sure if you can call it a talk when it looked like I had a gun in my hand and she was being forced to converse. 

She was just timorous, and I know that. But what I also believe I know is that I can make her comfortable around me. All I need is a little bit of courage.

"I'll leave," she said and limped away with her bruised knee. 

Now, this was what I absolutely disdained about her; her resoluteness towards not receiving help. And not just any help- my help.  

I, being so in love with her, tried to enlighten myself that she didn't ask for help because I hadn't offered it as it would bring great mortification upon her bashful self.