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"You're not what I thought you were." She look...
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Not many people are able to make me speechless or freeze in my place. No one was until Jeon Jungkook showed up. He looks like a mysterious dream by day and a dangerous nightmare by night.
Out of every place I should've thought, I never expected to bump into him here. In the middle of the racing track where people are hooting and cheering but their voices are low. I am still high because of the earlier adrenaline rush, my heart is still beating faster and louder against my chest but somehow i think it's not because of the race.
It's because of him.
The psycho jumped in the middle of racing with his bike.
Did he have a death wish?
My voice is stuck somewhere in my chest as I stare at him. Jungkook is still gripping the hem of my jacket while staring at my face. I'm standing near him. So near that I can smell his cologne despite the intoxicating smell of car engines and smoke.
I fist my hands against my thigh, feeling the frustration building inside me. I lost the race because of him. Because the fucker was playing a tag with me with his stupid bike. My gaze flickers at his black bike and it's not stupid. The bike is just like him, something dangerous.
Shaking my head, I yank his hand and stagger backwards. Jungkook raises his eyebrow at me, his legs sprawled on either side of his bike to have it balanced. My eyes follow the ribbed jeans, the gear on his knees, his arms and then his face. "Do you have a habit of not answering at one time or do you just function slowly?" Jungkook asks, making my eyes go wide.
"Actually I find it extremely hard to respond to some assholes." I muttered, keeping my voice tight, still not forgetting that I lost the race because of him. "You might want to watch your words when you speak to me." He says, tilting his head to give me a look. "If you have the audacity to put your nose where it doesn't belong then you must learn to face the consequences of your actions. Spoiler alert , it gets brutal."
I watch how the corner of his eye twitches and the anger flashes in his orbs with the darkness. "I like, brutal. My type." The maniac smiles like a sadistic fucker. I open my mouth to speak but an announcement stops me. "Jeon Jungkook and the girl standing with him on the track. Get away from there this instant." A guy says.
"You're so infuriatingly annoying." I hiss out and then turn to walk away but Min Yoongi walks in our direction with a boring expression and I can't help but glare at him.
