Jungkook Oneshots

Trouble Never Looked Better

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦,
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬-𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

The night air was thick with gasoline, smoke, and the deafening roar of engines as Jungkook stood at the edge of the illegal racing lot, feeling completely out of place. Neon lights flickered, illuminating the chaos-people partying, shouting, probably high on something stronger than adrenaline. The scent of burning rubber clung to the air as cars skidded and clashed in fierce battles for dominance.

"This place is insane," Jungkook muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed.

He had no intention of being here, but Taehyung had dragged him along, claiming he had to drop something off for his cousin. "Quick in, quick out," Taehyung had promised.

Yeah, right.

Now Taehyung was nowhere to be found, and Jungkook was stuck in the middle of a place that felt nothing like him. Dressed in a plain black hoodie and ripped jeans, he looked normal, out of place amidst the leather-clad, tattoo-covered racers and their admirers.

His eyes swept over the race track, where only two cars were lined up, ready for the next match. Unlike the dozen others parked around, these two gleamed under the artificial lights, the crowd's focus completely on them.

One, a bright red Mustang with custom gold rims, its driver leaning against the hood, smirking at the attention.

The other, a pure black Mercedes-Benz CLK GTR, sleek and dangerous-looking, as if it had no business being here but owned the place anyway.

Jungkook wasn't a car enthusiast, but damn, that was a beautiful machine.

And the door was open.

He wasn't sure why, but curiosity got the best of him. He took a step closer, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. The noise, the flashing lights, the chaos-it all made him feel like an outsider. But the moment he peered inside that car, it felt like another world.

The interior was pristine-luxurious black leather seats, a dashboard gleaming with high-tech displays, the scent of polished metal and expensive cologne still lingering in the air. His fingers twitched at the sight of the steering wheel, something about it calling to him.

Maybe just a second.

Before he could think twice, Jungkook slid inside. The leather was cool beneath his hands, the car's interior a stark contrast to the wildness outside. He exhaled, brushing his fingers over the wheel, admiring how perfect everything felt.

Then, a voice snapped him out of it.

"New guy's driving?"

Jungkook's head whipped toward the source. A man-tall, cocky smirk, arms crossed-stood near the car, staring at him with amusement.

"What?" Jungkook blinked.

The guy nodded toward him, eyes flicking to the driver's seat. "The Ice Queen scared of me now? She had to put someone else in her place?"

Jungkook frowned. "I think you-"

The guy scoffed, cutting him off. "If she's too scared to race me, she should've just said so instead of putting a random guy in her car."