It was a typical late afternoon at Seoul University, the campus buzzing with students finishing up their classes, gathering in groups, or heading home after a long day. The sun was low, casting a golden glow across the courtyard, and the autumn breeze sent the orange and brown leaves swirling around the students’ feet.
Jimin stood just outside the front gates, shifting the strap of his backpack onto his shoulder. He tapped his foot, his eyes scanning the busy street in front of him. His class had ended a little earlier than usual, and now he was waiting for someone—someone special. He sighed, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
He tried not to care about the curious glances he was getting from some of his classmates and juniors as they passed by. Most people at the university knew who Park Jimin was—popular, effortlessly charming, a talented dancer, and loved by almost everyone who crossed paths with him. But today, it wasn’t Jimin's natural charm or graceful presence that had people talking. It was because of who was coming to pick him up.
Jungkook.
The sound of an engine roaring in the distance made Jimin’s heart skip a beat. His fingers twitched as the familiar growl of the motorcycle echoed through the street, louder and louder until it became impossible to ignore. Conversations around him stopped as heads turned in the direction of the approaching noise.
There, weaving smoothly through the light afternoon traffic, came Jungkook on his Harley Davidson. The sleek, black bike gleamed under the fading sunlight, and the engine’s deep purr sounded both powerful and intimidating. Jungkook, dressed in a leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots, looked like a movie star straight out of an action film. His helmet visor was down, but even without seeing his face, Jimin knew that every eye on campus was now on him.
Jungkook slowed down as he approached the front gates, the Harley coming to a smooth stop right in front of where Jimin stood. He lifted his helmet’s visor, revealing his handsome face. His sharp jawline, intense eyes, and the playful smirk on his lips were enough to make Jimin's knees go weak, though he tried to play it cool.
"Hey," Jungkook greeted, his voice smooth and teasing. "Kept you waiting?"
Jimin rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Only for a little bit."
As they stood beside Jungkook's sleek Harley Davidson, Jungkook's heart raced with excitement and a hint of nervousness. He carefully picked up the helmet, a glossy black piece adorned with a subtle silver trim, and turned to Jimin, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Here, let me help you with this,” he said, his voice soft yet steady. Jimin beamed, his cheeks flushing slightly as Jungkook gently placed the helmet on his head, ensuring it fit snugly before fastening the strap. The moment felt electric; Jungkook couldn't help but admire how the helmet framed Jimin's face, making him look both adorable and brave. With a playful grin, Jungkook climbed onto the bike, revving the engine in anticipation, and reached out a hand to Jimin, beckoning him to join him for an exhilarating ride.
"Come on, hop on, babe. I know you love riding with me."
Without another word, Jimin stepped forward, his heart racing—not just because of the bike, but because of Jungkook. He swung his leg over the back of the Harley, settling in behind Jungkook. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pressing himself close. The familiar scent of leather and cologne surrounded him, making him feel safe and exhilarated all at once.
Jimin couldn’t help but glance at the students around them. Some were whispering, others were outright staring, but Jimin didn’t care. He had Jungkook, his boyfriend, his cool, badass, handsome boyfriend, and that was all that mattered.
Jungkook glanced back over his shoulder, smirking. "Hold on tight, Jimin-ah."
Jimin tightened his grip as the Harley roared to life beneath them, and within moments, they were speeding down the street, leaving the campus behind. The wind whipped through Jimin’s hair, and the city blurred around them as they moved. The sound of the engine was a constant hum in his ears, and he could feel the rumble of the powerful machine beneath him.
But more than the bike, it was Jungkook who made Jimin feel alive.
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Loves Across Miles -Jikook-
Fanfiction"Loves Across Miles". It captures the essence of their long-distance relationship, the struggles they face, and the enduring love that bridges the physical and emotional gap between them.
