kokoawings(ao3)
"Jungkook... I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Did me calling you adorable not convey my message of wanting to get into your pants?"
Jungkook spluttered, choking on his spit. He should have expected it – but he hadn't.
Aka the fic where Jungkook's car breaks down, he needs a taxi to get back home and ends up getting fucked against the windshield of a Range Rover by his cute taxi driver
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"I'm sorry, we'll have to tow your car and bring it to a car garage. There is not much we can do here, seems like the engine has a major defect. It's a miracle your car hasn't died on you any sooner to be honest.", told a man in a neon warn west Jungkook, giving him an apologetic smile.
The young college student shrugged, smiling a little himself, embarrassed about the bad state of his car. He had bought the car about a year ago for cheap money – being fully aware of the pile of trash it actually was. At that time, it hadn't mattered to him, Jungkook just had wanted to have the possibility to drive around on his own, without having to depend on other people. The car had the ugliest green color in existence plus some scratches and bumps which only started bothering him after a few months of owning it. Jungkook wasn't even sure anymore if repairing the pile of trash would be worth it or if he should start looking for another cheap car instead that maybe, just maybe wasn't as terrible as this one.
"It's fine! Thank you for driving out here in the middle of the night, I'm really sorry for inconveniencing you like this!", answered Jungkook, giving the man a small bow. He really was sorry for that – he knew that people normally preferred to stay inside (and at home if possible) at such a late hour. Helping out a college student with his broken car around 3 am surely hadn't been on that man's bucket list.
"Don't sweat it kid, it's my job after all", shrugged the man, making the younger bristle at the 'kid'. Seriously, Jungkook was a healthy 20-year-old with a trained, muscular body which had some inches on most people, so why did people constantly call him that? Did his face really look this young? Jungkook swallowed his complaint since he did not want to end up offending the guy – he did need his help after all.
"Do you know how you will get home yet? I could bring you home if you want me to since your car surely won't be moving again anytime soon."
As much as Jungkook wanted to go home and fall into his bed right now, he still declined the offer. He didn't want to burden the worker any further, a taxi would do too. Jungkook could hear his wallet weeping already, thinking about the bills he would have to pay in the future. That little shopping trip he had planned with his roommate surely wouldn't happen anytime soon now.
"Thank you, I appreciate it, but I'll just call a taxi!", a sheepish smile stole itself on the lips of the student," but could you tell me which street we are on?"
A few minutes later Jungkook did just that, calling a taxi, sighing heavily as he watched the man drive off with his car in tow. Now here he was, standing on a road in the middle of nowhere, far away from Seoul and every other civilization. Maybe taking a drive in the middle of the night hadn't been such a good idea – but it's not like any of Jungkook's spontaneous ideas ever have been good ideas. Okay he was being quite dramatic, being an hour away from home still sucked though. His phone, which he was holding to his ear made a crinkling sound as his call got accepted, a quite 'hello' piping up on the other end of the line.
Politely Jungkook told the taxi service his whereabouts, hoping the taxi would arrive quickly, as his lowcut T-Shirt wasn't exactly keeping him warm in the middle of an autumn-night. He hadn't brought a jacket or anything warmer with himself, not expecting his car to break down this night, having thought that the heater in his car would keep a comfortable temperature inside. As the phone call ended, Jungkook wrapped his arms around him, shivering slightly. Rubbing himself to gain some warmth, the student cursed himself, feeling the goosebumps rise on his arms.
