TragicwithacapitalT(ao3)
Taehyung and Jungkook have a wager; whoever wins the race, gets to top.
It had been like that for over a year, until one night Jungkook can't take it anymore and admits his feelings. Perhaps Taehyung has commitment issues, perhaps he's scared, but he pushes away the only boy he'd ever given himself to more than once.
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The neon lights are blinding as Taehyung speeds past them, his jaw clenched tight, tongue caught between his teeth and his bottom lip.
It's pure adrenaline. Intoxicating and overwhelming in the best of ways. Knowing that any second he could crash and burn, that any moment he could be caught by the police and arrested.
Tonight, along with the adrenaline, brings one more added thrill, tonight he's racing Jungkook for the first time in a month.
He speeds around the corner, car skidding across asphalt, shrieking like a wild animal. It's not difficult to keep control, Taehyung knows exactly how and he also knows he's in the lead, the distinct rumble of Jungkook's car can't be heard. That doesn't mean he's won yet though, still the traffic lights and the straight left before the finish line.
He shifts gears, speeding at nearly a hundred miles an hour as he passes the lights, brief flashes of red illuminating his windscreen before he's zooming down the straight, slowing as he reaches the final corner and crosses the finish line. He pulls into one of the garages that line the backstreet and pulls his keys out of the ignition.
His hands shake as he reaches for his seatbelt, rings clacking against the plastic as he clicks the button and breaks free, desperate to get out of the car and find out by how much he beat his competitor.
He rushes out of the garage just in time to see Jungkook pass, the red of his car disappearing into his own respective garage. The place the races ended was an empty lot, filled with small concrete garages that most of the people partaking would leave their cars in. The lot is owned by Namjoon, an old friend of Yoongi's and a close acquaintance of Taehyungs, when Jimin and Yoongi had first started seeing each other, he had introduced him to Namjoon and it soon followed that he and Taehyung would spend many of their nights betting on other racers until Taehyung had enough courage to race himself. The lot is in an area largely ignored by the police, poor and crime ridden, what they did here could be ignored because in the grand scheme of things, nobody really got hurt. But Taehyung had long stopped caring about the consequences, tonight especially.
Especially, because Taehyung had won, that would mean he'd get to top. That was the wager he and Jungkook had been betting on for over a year, every time they'd race, they'd leave together, and whoever would win, would get to top. Taehyung liked both, but when pumped with adrenaline, he loved nothing more than to be the dominant one, fucking into Jungkook, owning the younger man.
'That was so fucking fast dude!' Jimin yells over the faint cheering, his soft voice so different from the low grumble of the engines surrounding them. Taehyung isn't really bothered by specifics, he glances toward the small crowd, the ones who'd be racing next, the organisers and gambling addicts who'd ended up here, looking for something more dangerous. He loves the thrill, hates the crowd, and avoids interactions with these people like a disease. A simple wave and bow toward them would suffice, and then Taehyung is turning his attention back to his friend, and the itch he has for another of his vices.
Taehyung shrugs, 'it's whatever, you got a smoke?' He asks.
'Yeah!' Jimin replies, he runs his hands through his orange hair and reaches into his pocket, retrieving the packet of cigarettes. He hands one to Taehyung who places it between his teeth, patting himself down to find a lighter he knows is most definitely not on his person.
