Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

3

Taehyung and Jimin sat in the buzzing cafeteria, trays shoved aside, as Taehyung leaned in with a wicked grin that practically screamed trouble.

“Hmm, Jimin-ah,” he drawled, twirling a fry like it was a detective's magnifying glass. “Where exactly were you last night? You’ve been acting suspiciously... wholesome.”

Jimin froze mid-sip of his juice, eyes darting everywhere but Taehyung. “I told you, Tae. I was with... a friend.”

Taehyung’s eyebrow shot up, his grin stretching wider. “Oh? And where, pray tell, did this ‘friend’ take you? A late-night Bible study session, perhaps?”

Jimin groaned, smacking his forehead. “Can you not?” He glanced around nervously before hunching over the table.

“Fine, you win. But keep your voice down, or I swear—”

“Spill it, Park Jimin!” Taehyung’s voice rose a decibel louder, earning them a few curious looks. Jimin smacked his arm, hissing.

“Alright, alright!” Jimin leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I was with... Yoongi-hyung.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. “Min Yoongi?!” He clutched his chest like Jimin had just revealed the secret to eternal youth.

“The guy who looks like he spends his weekends napping in crypts?”

Jimin bit back a laugh, shooting Taehyung a glare. “Yes, that Yoongi. Anyway... he organizes street races. With bikes. Illegal ones.”

Taehyung’s reaction was immediate. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, and he practically bounced in his seat.

“Shut. UP. You were at an illegal bike race?! Oh my god, was it like the movies? Was there a hot biker guy with leather gloves? Did someone dramatically throw a handkerchief to start the race?!”

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at Taehyung’s over-the-top excitement.

“It was... intense,” he admitted, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“The bikes are insanely loud, the crowd is wild, and the adrenaline is off the charts. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.”

Taehyung was practically vibrating now, his grin wide enough to rival the Cheshire Cat. “I need to see this! Next time, I’m coming with you.”

Jimin’s smile immediately faltered, replaced by a look of pure panic. “Tae, no. You can’t. It’s dangerous, it’s illegal, and if your dad finds out—”

“Oh, please.” Taehyung waved him off like he’d just suggested going to bed at 8 p.m. “Who’s gonna tell him? You?”

Jimin gave him a deadpan look. “No, but knowing your luck, you’d probably end up on the front page of the news for ‘Kim Heir Caught at Illegal Street Race.’”

Taehyung gasped, clutching his chest again. “Jimin-ah! You wound me. Do you think I’m that careless?”

“Yes.”

“Fair,” Taehyung conceded, leaning back with a shrug. “But I’m still going. It sounds like the coolest thing ever!”

Jimin groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “You’re impossible. You’re really going to risk sneaking out to an illegal street race just for the thrill?”

Taehyung leaned forward again, his voice low and dripping with mischief. “It’s not just for the thrill. It’s for the vibes, Jimin-ah. The aesthetic.”

Jimin smacked his own forehead, laughing despite himself. “Fine. Next race is next week. But if we get caught, you’re explaining this to your dad.”