Drive me crazy| JJK

13| Locke the Lock of Our Life

The tension on the racetrack was palpable as we revved our engines, ready for the practice race. It was a friendly competition, but the desire to win was burning in each of us, especially Y/n and me as we prepared to compete side by side.

The roar of our engines filled the air as the race began. We pushed our cars to their limits, skillfully navigating the twists and turns of the track. It was a close race, and for a while, it seemed like any of us could take the lead.

But then, out of nowhere, a smooth, yellow-gold car cut between Y/n and me, beating us to the finish line. We were all shocked by the sudden appearance of this new player who had effortlessly outpaced us.

As we came to a stop and climbed out of our cars, the stranger removed his helmet with a smirk on his face. His features were striking, with gorgeous blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the sunlight and piercing green eyes that complemented his olive skin perfectly.

Namjoon, always the diplomat, stepped forward and extended his hand. "Impressive driving," he said. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Namjoon, and these are my teammates."

The stranger took Namjoon's hand and shook it with a confident grin. "Locke," he introduced himself, his voice oozing charm. "It was a good race, wasn't it?"

Locke didn't waste a moment before turning his attention to Y/n. He waddled over to her, his movements exuding an almost magnetic confidence. With a theatrical flourish, he took Y/n's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and she abruptly pulled her hand back, her cheeks flushed. "I think I heard your introduction earlier," she said curtly, clearly unimpressed by Locke's theatrics.

After another exhilarating round of racing, we all gathered at the pit area, where stretch chairs had been set up. The adrenaline was still coursing through our veins as we grabbed bottles of beer, ready to relax and unwind after the intense competition. However, our plans were interrupted when we saw Locke already seated there, a confident smile on his face.

He greeted us warmly, complimenting our racing skills and raising his bottle in a toast to the racers. His gaze, however, lingered on Y/n, and he locked eyes with her, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, Y/n," Locke began, his voice smooth as silk. "You are truly extraordinary for a younger female racer. I haven't seen someone drift with such grace and precision in a long time."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight at the compliment. She smiled and moved to sit next to Locke, engaging in conversation with him. Their easy camaraderie made me feel strangely uncomfortable, and not in a good way.

I watched them from a distance, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something had shifted. Locke's presence had injected an element of rivalry into our group, and the way he had captivated Y/n's attention didn't sit well with me.

As the evening went on, I couldn't help but wonder about Locke's intentions and whether he had a genuine interest in racing or if he was simply trying to get closer to Y/n. The unease I felt was a stark contrast to the camaraderie we had all shared just a day ago.

As I sat there with my teammates, sipping my beer, I couldn't shake the feeling that our time in France had taken an unexpected turn, and I had no idea where this new twist in our journey would lead us.

Summoning the courage to face Y/n after days of awkwardness, I finally made my way to her hotel room. As I approached her door, I could hear soft chuckles coming from within. My heart raced, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm.

Just as I was about to knock, the voices of my friends, Jimin and Taehyung, echoed in the hallway. They were nudging me to talk to Y/n, encouraging me to clear the air between us. Their support brought a small smile to my face, and I nodded to them before finally knocking on Y/n's door.

The door opened with surprise, and I prepared to speak, but my words caught in my throat when I saw Locke standing behind Y/n. His presence there was unexpected, and my heart sank.

"Jungkook?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with surprise.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. "I...I came to talk," I managed to say.

Y/n shifted on her feet, her eyes filled with tension. She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at Locke, who sneered and placed his hand on her shoulder, thinking I wouldn't notice. My smile faltered, but I pressed on, "Is now a good time?"

Y/n hesitated, her gaze darting between Locke and me. "No, Jungkook, it's not."

Behind her, Locke's smirk grew, and he leaned in closer to her. My blood boiled, but I managed to maintain my composure. "Alright," I said, feeling defeated. "I'll come back later."

As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. I heard Locke's condescending tone as he spoke about me, calling me a weak douche. Anger boiled up inside me, but I forced myself to keep walking.

"I don't know what you see in him, Y/n." Locke snarls
"Your opinion of my friends stands in the garbage Locke...I think it's too late, you should go." I hear a feeble voice and smile in victory as Y/n defends me and throws that mop face out of her room.

The knob rattles, hint of blond walking out of her room.

However, my anger got the best of me, and I couldn't let Locke's insults slide. I hid in the shadows, watching as Locke made his way down the hallway. When he was about to turn the corner, I lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and delivering a punch to his face.

Locke stumbled back, surprised by my sudden attack. I growled at him, my voice low and threatening, "This 'weak douche' can do a lot of things you'd not want to see. Stay in your lane and away from my girl."

Locke sneered, his face bruised but defiant. "Watch me, Jeon," he shot back before walking away, leaving me seething with anger and frustration. The battle for Y/n's attention had taken an intense turn, and I couldn't help but wonder where this rivalry would lead us all.