Journey to Faith//JJk FF

PART 28 (2)🦋

Jungkook’s POV

I felt untouchable, the wind cutting against my skin as I soared ahead of the pack. John was struggling behind, groaning as he tried to catch up. The guy in second place—some new face—had skill, but he was still no match for me. Racing had always been my escape, my sanctuary, where nothing could touch me. But as I focused on the road ahead, something broke that rhythm.

My phone vibrated relentlessly in my pocket, cutting through the noise of the engine. I groaned in frustration. Not now. Not when I was this close to sealing another victory. The vibration wouldn’t stop, though, drilling into my head. I knew I should have ignored it, but something in me—it felt wrong.

I took a chance, steering with one hand as I fished my phone out with the other, my eyes briefly glancing at the screen. The name flashing made my heart lurch.

Rose?

She never called me, especially not during a race. My frown deepened. Something had to be wrong. I picked up the call, balancing it between my shoulder and helmet.

“Rose? I asked, but before I could get a full breath, her voice hit me like a wave.

"J-Jungkook... J-Jungkook... Z-Zara..."

Her words were shattered, trembling, and for a second, the world around me froze. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, louder than the roar of the engine.

"What happened to Zara? Tell me, Rose!" I demanded, my voice strained with panic. The thought of something happening to her—my Zara—was too much to bear.

“She’s n-no where to be found,” Rose’s voice cracked through the line. “I’ve looked everywhere.”

My heart stopped, then started again with a painful thud. Zara. Missing. The air around me felt suffocating, like a vice tightening around my lungs. My mind raced. What could’ve happened to her? She was supposed to be safe.

Just as those thoughts consumed me, John struck. I didn’t even see it coming. His leg shot out, slamming into my bike. My balance wavered. My world spun out of control. The next thing I knew, I was skidding across the asphalt, my body colliding with the ground as I heard the sickening crunch of metal.

Pain shot through me, sharp and unforgiving. The engine of my bike pressed down on my leg, burning through my skin. I could feel the scorching heat, but my mind was already somewhere else—on Zara. My princess. Where was she?

Through the blinding pain, I caught sight of John riding off, his smirk imprinted in my memory. He didn't care. None of this mattered to him. But it was everything to me. Zara was everything. I needed to find her. The pain was secondary now. My heart was screaming louder than my body.

I tried to move, but the weight of the bike pinned me down. Groaning, I looked up and saw the second-place rider—he had stopped. He threw off his helmet and rushed toward me, and that’s when I realized who it was.

Isn't he Zara’s younger brother?

“Ya Allah…” he muttered under his breath, panic evident in his eyes as he fought to lift the bike off me. I groaned in pain but forced myself to push through it. My heart, my mind, everything was focused on one thing—Zara. I had to find her. She needed me.