My Lover of God

part 19

JUNGKOOK POV

" Her absence had a strange effect on me. What started as frustration at being bested on the track had evolved into something deeper-a curiosity, a need to understand the person behind the helmet. I found myself replaying our encounters over and over in mind.

The memory of the last confrontation haunted me, especially the feel of her hand when i had accidentally grabbed her wrist.i couldn't forget the sensation-the warmth of her skin, the softness that contrasted with the strength she had shown in pushing me away. That brief touch had revealed more than i had anticipated. She wasn't just a faceless rival; she was real, human, and the thought of it consumed on me."

AUTHORS POV

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, HE just sat in his family's garden, lost in thought. His mother, Mrs. Jeon, whom he affectionately called Eomma, noticed his brooding demeanor and approached him with concern.

"Jungkook-ah," Mrs. Jeon said softly, taking a seat beside him on the stone bench. "What's been on your mind lately? You seem distant, distracted."Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had always been close to his mother, sharing his thoughts and feelings with her, but this time, he didn't know where to start.

"It's... complicated, Eomma," Jungkook began, his voice tinged with frustration. "There's this racer. She's been beating me on the track for months now, and I can't figure her out. She's been gone for a month, and I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about her."Mrs. Jeon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the tone in her son's voice. "Her? So you know she's a woman?"Jungkook nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I didn't at first, but there was this one time... I accidentally grabbed her wrist. I felt her hand-her skin was soft, warm. Not what I expected from someone who rides the way she does."Mrs. Jeon chuckled softly. "It seems like she's made quite an impression on you."

"It's not just that," Jungkook said, his expression turning serious again.
"She's different. She never speaks, never shows her face. It's like she's hiding something, but I don't know what. And now that she's gone, it's like there's this void. I miss her presence, as strange as that sounds."

Mrs. Jeon placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It doesn't sound strange at all, Jungkook. Sometimes, the people who challenge us the most leave the deepest impressions. They make us question ourselves, our motives, and even our identity but what you did is wrong with out content you touched her hand my son."

Jung kook with guiltily "I'm sorry Eomma
I didnt have to touch her she is different from everyone"

Jungkook nodded, appreciating his mother's wisdom guiltily said again "I'm sorry Eomma I didnt have to touch her she is different from everyone I've been trying to understand why she races, why she hides. She left me a letter once, after... well, after I tried to force her to reveal herself. She said something about power coming from within, from knowing one's purpose. It's stuck with me."

Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly. "She sounds like someone who has a strong sense of self, someone who doesn't need validation from others. That kind of confidence can be intimidating, especially when we're used to being in control."

Jungkook sighed, leaning back against the bench. "I think I've been chasing something that I don't even understand. I wanted to beat her, to prove that I was better, but now... now I just want to know who she is, why she's doing this."Mrs. Jeon thought for a moment before speaking. "Perhaps it's not about winning or losing, Jungkook.

Maybe this is about growth, about learning something new about yourself through someone else. She's challenging you in ways that go beyond the track, and that's why she's stayed on your mind."