Jeon Jungkook, his world recently upended by an earth-shattering secret, now faces yet another potential revelation surrounding the Jeon family mystery. He no longer fully trusts his siblings or the man he loves. He's alone-alone and terrified and i...
I'd saddled up my horse, Sergio, and gotten ready to go for a run, when I realised Sergio, as fast as he was, wouldn't be able to give me the speed I was craving. I patted him down. "Another time, boy" I said.
Then I wandered back up to the detached garage at the guesthouse where I kept my pride and joy-my sleek navy blue Ferarri 488 Spider-custom paint job and posh leather seats. I loved this car, I've had it only for a year and I was in love, this isn't my only car, I have 7 other ones but this one is my favourite.
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I stared at it in all it's glory. None of my brothers were into cars. They were more comfortable in their pickups than in the luxury sedans they both owned. Me? I love cars, though I didn't take this one as often as I would have liked to. Right now? I needed speed. I needed the wind blowing through my hair as I sped a hundred twenty miles an hour down deserted country roads.
My life was in shambles. The man I- The man I what? Loved? Fuck. I swept my hand through my hair.
I fucking loved him. Jimin. Jimin who'd kept a secret from me. He'd taken my punishment for that. A man who had only recently opened his body and mind to sex had let me take what I needed from him.
Damn.
My life was a mess.
I couldn't have a relationship, and I had no idea if he felt the same way anyway. So for now, I'd get my car out onto the open roads and scream through the next couple hours at top speeds.
My phone buzzed, shit. It was Namjoon.
"Yeah?" I said into the phone, "Kook, Yoongi and I just wanted to..." "what Namjoon? What the fuck do you want?" I cut him off "To make sure you're all right." he answered "All right? Of course I'm not alright, my life has been shattered, and I just spent the last hour listening to my biological mother spin all kinds of tales." I winced when I metioned her name "you went to see Wendy?" He asked surprised "Yeah, you got a problem with that?" "No. Of course not. But we should have been there with you" he sighed "Jimin was with me" I said wincing at again "Good. Then you weren't alone" "Alone? I got news for you Namjoon, I am fucking alone. I have no idea who I am anymore. I have no idea who my brothers are anymore. It dosen't get much more alone than that." I ended the call, furious.
I got into the Ferrari, started the engine and backed out of the garage. "Let's go baby," I said to the car "Show me what you can do." I drove through the private roads and off our property and then headed into the deserted country roads. Route 78 was straight and narrow with the ups and downs of the foothills. Perfect.
This first one hundred miles an hour came easy. The engine roared with power, promising me more speed, more thrill. The sound of the tires screaming along the road began to disappear as I eased it toward 140. The rubber clawed at the road. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and drift away.
Closing one's eyes at 140 miles an hour was never a good idea. I edged toward 150, my car drove as smooth as gazelle running across the savanna. 155. 160. Oh, yeah.
Lift, I felt the oxygen tunneling under the engine. Much more speed and I'd get into the air like a fucking plane. Of course not, but I felt it. Truly felt it.
The engine had now drowned out all the road noise, what little there's been. My blood thumped in my ears in time with my heartbeat. 165, 170. Vibrations. Vibrations against my thigh. Just the engine. Just me flying through the goddamned air.
No. It was my phone.
Answering the phone at 170 miles and hour? Not a good idea. But why the fuck would I care? I put the phone to my ear after I picked up, a smile on my face. "Hello?" "Jungkook-ah," a male voice spoke "This is your father."
