𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅 𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐅

ONE.

▃ 1962, July 13th, 9:15 PM

The moon was high in the sky, soft waves crashing along the shoreline of the beach. The reflective moon-rays shone off of the water, casting a blue/grey glow over the beachgoers.

Some were still out swimming, couples laughing and splashing each other in the frigid saltwater.

The rest were all around or inside Kim's Diner, the local surfer hangout.

Jungkook meanwhile, one of the surfers, was standing on the wrap around porch of the diner, leaning against a wooden beam as he stared out at the mesmerising ocean.

Lately he was feeling down, losing his energetic spark. The rest of the surfers noticed, trying to cheer him up but it was no use.

He decided it was some type of evanescent depression, hopefully it would go away in a week or two.

He sighed, deciding his time of peace and tranquility was finished as he turned and entered the diner.

Immediately as he stepped inside, he could hear the chatter of all the surfers and hear the sizzling of burgers and fish on a grill.

His friends were all scattered out from table to table, laughing and sipping on soda as upbeat beach music played from the jukebox.

"Jungkook! Nice of you to finally join us!!" Yugyeom said with a laugh, getting up from his seat and clapping the boy on the back, leading him over to his table.

"Sorry everyone, had to get some fresh air." He smiled sympathetically, sitting down in an empty chair. Jinyoung handed him a bottle of orange soda, still cold. He silently thanked his friend, sipping on the carbonated drink.

Suddenly the harsh rips of revving motorcycles were heard outside, everyone immediately recognising the sound.

"Bikers..." Namjoon grumbled, standing up.

The rest of the surfers all stood up as well, watching the door in anticipation. Jungkook stayed sitting, staring down at his soda.

He heard the familiar creak of the swinging doors, footsteps, and the light sizzle of a cigarette being put out.

Jungkook slowly peered up, seeing a group of leather jackets, red accessories, cocky smirks.

His eyes landed on their 'leader,' seeing him standing there with his hands resting in his pockets.

His long chocolate hair was swept back in waves, a red bandana holding it out of his face. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes scanning the room.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked angrily, looking him up and down.

"What do you mean? This is public property. I have every right to be here, just like you." The biker replied, his voice sultry and deep.

"Well we don't want you here, you're not welcome." Namjoon said.

"I don't want you here either but do you see me complainin?" The biker asked, chuckling to himself. His index and middle finger came up, taking the cigarette from his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, some of it blowing into Namjoon's face.

"No smoking allowed in here, young man." Seokjin, the owner of the diner, spoke up from the kitchen window.

"Sorry bout that, sir." The biker responded, putting his cigarette out in an ashtray nearby.

The other bikers behind him were looking around, observing the crowd.

The leader of their gang, (also known as Kim Taehyung,) sighed and took off his biker gloves, shoving them in his pocket.