"Drive me like you drive your car. Crazily."
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In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under tha...
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It's about to strike midnight as I walk back to my shared room, glancing back and forth at the dark hallways waiting for some kind of jumpscare, breeze from open windows letting out a hollered noise that has my skin shivering. I quicken my pace, slamming the door behind me to see Jungkook standing in the balcony with the wind ruffling his hair as if praising him.
I stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on his broad back with muscular shoulders that turned me on, my fingers wishing to grab onto them leaving a trail.
Peeking into the open box of cereal given by Jin I wholeheartedly pour in some milk, my heart leaping as I think of offering some to Jungkook.
With two bowls in my hand, I make my way to the open porch. Jungkook hangs his head between his shoulders, grasping the railing tight with visible veins running across his arm.
"Are you alright?" I whisper, mostly startling him as he lifts his head with an alarmed expression. "I bought you some cereal?" With uncertainty I raise the bowl in thin air waiting for his eyes to pool with excitement, maybe he would be jumpy on his feet at the smell of sugary soggy cereal, but no. He didn't move an inch.
He just let out an exasperated sigh of defeat. "Go away," Jungkook mumbled slowly, looking away from my eyes.
"What's on your mind Jeon," I placed the bowl aside, trying to take a look at him from behind and for the first time I felt his huge bulky body standing tall beside me. He seemed so big and strong, the intimidating expression being a compliment to his looks. He looked even more beautiful at night.
"You don't have to share, just have this with me." I gesture over towards the milk-filled bowls with a pressed smile full of hopefulness.
"Fine." He harshly grabs a bowl scooting over to sit on the floor casually with his legs crossed. "But you can sit in the chair!" I exclaimed but he shook his head. "I like it here." He meekly said.
I have no choice but to sit facing him, watching the beautiful view of California that left me breathless, it just seemed like a dream, but what felt even more surreal was the man sitting in front of me with his midnight black bangs covering his doe eyes, slurping the milky marshmallows with content.
"Feeling better?" I quietly ask. Earning a hum.
We sat there quietly with comforting silence, little squeals of pleasure and sugar kicking in our bodies. Raking our spoons in the milk scooping up the crunchies while playing with loops.
"How'd you know I like this?" He questioned. "That will be my secret." I wryly smile, shoving the empty bowls at the back, making room for my feet to spread comfortably.
"You do know you just served me cereal in the middle of the night?" he whispered playfully. "Think of it as a midnight snack." I wink.
"Jungkook...I am sorry." I breathe in, "I hurt people, that's what I am good at. Unfortunately." A bittersweet chuckle leaves my parted lips, guilt seeping in when I try forming words. "We didn't start on the right foot, why not try the left this time?"
Bringing my hand forward, I wait for Jungkook to shake it. Just give me a chance. We are just racers ready to come at each other's throats, But, Why not try to get along?
For once.
"I don't need a protector Jungkook, just a friend."
He brings his hand forward, hesitant when our warm skin grazes together, I feel him enveloping my hand in his, a wave of satisfaction gushing over me.
I never want to let his hand go. It feels safe and soft like a newborn. But they don't fit together perfectly.
We are two different people, with different views. Being friends with each other is hard for us, hard to understand. No wonder they don't fit perfectly.
"Don't tell me you use baby lotion now," I smirk. He looks away, trying his best to hide the small curve rising at the edge of his lips.
Maybe Jeon Jungkook knows how to smile after all.
He silently grabs the bowl behind me, stuffing his mouth with cereal and continuing to stare at me. Even in the dark, I could make out his droopy eyes, dark circles, that were carrying all the unexplainable tension he didn't share.
"Go to sleep, grinch, or would you like me cuddling you till you've fallen asleep," Nudging him with a teasing tone he smiles, a little toothy grin that fogged my brain.
He snorts, "You need therapy Y/n." "Therapy is just paid gossip my boy."
I pat his head, going in for the ruffle when he swats it away, his facial features tensing with a line between his eyebrows.
"Tomorrow's the race. "
I stop in my tracks. Glancing back from my shoulder, This sudden unexplainable tension filled the air, my heavy breath visible.
What got me so nervous all of a sudden?
I start tapping my foot, fiddling with my nails, biting the inside of my cheek.
"And...?" I felt the back of my neck warm up, tiny beads of sweat sliding down my back.
He wouldn't do anything to hurt me tomorrow in the name of race? Would he?
Jungkook just sighed, standing tall, his dark silhouette walking towards me whilst I stood frozen. I feel his eyes staring into my soul, his hand slowly placed on my shoulder. I stiffen at the small strokes he skims on the sides of my neck.
Everywhere he touched my skin would burn with fire, hitching breath stuck at the bottom of my throat. But my eyes clung to his illuminated skin under the moon.
He's beautiful...
Jungkook pulls me out of his trance with a throaty cough, pulling me closer as I squeak. "If they overtake your path then turn to the side and let them. Their desire to win is unquenched, and people do anything to satisfy their thirst."
