Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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It was finally race night, the underground arena buzzing like a live wire. Engines snarled, neon lights cut through the smoky air, and sweat and gasoline hung thick around the crowd.

But Jeongguk? He barely noticed any of it. His eyes were locked on the entrance, heartbeat thundering in his chest for one reason only.

And then, like a damn movie scene, Taehyung finally showed up — black hair a little mussed, cheeks flushed, looking both guilty and impossibly soft.

"Finally," Jeongguk breathed out, his voice low, tugging Taehyung forward and stealing a quick kiss. "Baby, you're late."

Taehyung let out a huff, rubbing the back of his neck. "Parents weren't exactly knocked out cold, Guk. Had to tiptoe around like a fucking cat burglar."

Jeongguk's lips twitched into a knowing smirk. "Next time, just jump out the damn window, yeah? Now come on."

Taehyung's heart jumped as Jeongguk laced their fingers together and practically dragged him through the sea of bodies.

Neon lights flickered across Taehyung's flushed face, making his soft smile look almost sinful.

The second they reached their crew, Jimin wasted zero seconds. "Look who decided to grace us with his princess, huh? Taehyung, our boy holding hands now?"

Hoseok snorted, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Jeongguk's gone soft. Next thing you know, he'll knit you a fucking scarf."

Namjoon chuckled, elbowing Jin. "Bro's clutching Taehyung like he's about to float away."

Yoongi folded his arms, his smirk dry enough to sandpaper wood. "Better watch it, Jeongguk. The great Jeon Jeongguk turning into Romeo before our eyes. It's disgusting."

"Fuck off, all of you," Jeongguk shot back, but his grin betrayed him, smug and soft all at once.

Before anyone could roast him further, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the start of the race.

The crowd surged, the pulse of bass rattling through concrete and bone alike. Jeongguk squeezed Taehyung's hand one last time, his voice low: "Watch me, baby."

Taehyung nodded, chest tight, as Jeongguk swaggered toward his bike — black, sleek, and built like sin itself.

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Kang was already there, draped over his bike with the smugness of a man who thought cologne and a mirror selfie were strategy. "Well, well. If it isn't last race's runner-up," Kang sneered, lips curled into a snake's smile. "You ready to lose again, Jeon?"

Jeongguk didn't even blink. "Your memory's shit, Kang. I don't lose — I just give charity sometimes."

Kang scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "Big mouth for someone who ate my dust last time."

Jeongguk's smirk turned razor sharp. "Dust tastes better than whatever cheap perfume you're wearing. Move before you embarrass yourself."

He flipped Kang off without missing a beat, swung his leg over the bike, and jammed his helmet on.

The roar of engines swallowed the arena, drowning out everything except adrenaline and Taehyung's voice echoing in his skull: Come back to me in one piece, idiot.

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The flag girl raised her hand, lips painted like danger itself.

Gunshot cracked.

And Jeongguk launched forward like a bullet unleashed.

Neon lights blurred into streaks as he leaned into the first curve, muscles taut, breath steady. Kang was right there, buzzing around him like a mosquito with a death wish, shoving his bike close enough to scrape metal.