Taekook Oneshots

Fast Car

(Request from KookingWithTae (racer kook) which I mixed with a request from 20ViNNiE02 (some possessive/protective moments)
Hope you both like what I did with it!
Izzy)

Jungkook smirks a little, tugging on the steering wheel and causing the car to drift across the dirt, wheels spinning like four separate roulette wheels. His smirk only grows as he hears the cheers of the crowd, the air moving cleanly through the latticed window, creating a cool breeze that hits his famously razor sharp jaw at just the perfect angle.

This is what he races for. The thrill, the wind against his face, the cheers which bounce back and forth with the Doppler effect, copying the pattern of the screaming of the engine of the car for those watching.

A young man stands in the VIP box, watching the car cut effortlessly across the grassy terrain on a large pixelated screen which was probably built in the 90s, his heart skipping a beat every time a wheel lifts even a centimetre away from the floor. His foot taps restlessly against the concrete floor, his body practically numb with worry.

Jungkook is a champion. He's trained in every type of first aid, even on himself. He's wearing the correct overalls. He doesn't race in the streets as he used to, he hasn't for years. That was somehow less terrifying, even though the contestants were sometimes out to kill each other. And Jungkook has not crashed in what seems like forever.

That doesn't mean he can't crash again.

Which is precisely why the raven haired racer does what he does. The thrill of knowing how dangerous the job is, the speed. Everything makes his heart race. He's addicted to the adrenaline rush, and he knows it. He's a wild spirit, born to rage against the crashing boredom of life like one of those white horses you see in the waves on a stormy beach.

He lets out an involuntary shout of excitement when he drives over the finish line in first place, for the tenth time this month. He's on a winning streak, one that nobody can stop him from trying to make greater, one that doesn't make him less careful but gives him the motivation to carry on.

Just how many races can he win in a row?

He needs to know. He has to know. And every time he wins, the desire to carry on continues. Even though he knows that he will have to retire at some point.

Jungkook presses on the brake, cruising easily off of the track, smiling to himself when members of his team move to jog next to his car, calling out congratulations and joking around with each other in the process. They're a family, almost, and he couldn't be happier to work with them. He knows that every single person on that team would try their best to stop him from crashing and would try and save his life.

They are just like that.

"Nicely done, Kook," the manager of his team says into his headpiece, "that was a good race. You scared the shit out of Tae when the wheel lifted off the ground, but he's okay."

Jungkook chuckles at the mention of his boyfriend. "Aw, tell him I'm sorry."
"He already knows that," a familiar deep and honey-like voice says, and the experienced racer beams at the sound of his boyfriend.
"Hey, love, are you okay?" he asks, coming to a calm stop, following the directions of an official.

Taehyung sighs a little. "Worried, as I always am. But I'm glad you're okay. Your father was loving it, I must say. He got real excited by it all." He giggles, the precious sound causing Jungkook's heart to do that funny flip thing in his chest. "Then he wasn't as happy when I was called down to the team room to talk to you. Said something about how family should come before lovers."