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Drive you crazy | Day 1 | jjk

SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language only for now.

A/note: HI I'M SCARED BUT HI ALL THE BEST HAVE FUN . First chapter out and I am already head over heels for this Jungkook. I'd say to keep your hobi water ready anytime cause the spice never ends.

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"You'd be better off as a pornstar, why not start an only fans page."

The guy beside me whispered as I clenched my fist, a helmet covering his face. Well he was lucky the helmet was there to protect him, or else by now, his limbs would've fallen apart, bit by bit until he was screeching for mercy.

"Stay out of my way." My helmet was a barrier to the fiery glare I was sending his side. I heard him emit an audible but distressed sigh as his tongue clicked in disappointment.

I scanned him from head to toe, not as if I knew him, but my desire to call him a "gay stripper" grew stronger with each tap on the floor.

I close my eyes, collecting my thoughts that were scattered around an endless black hole. Echoes of heels clicking against the floor catching my attention, ear perking up I fix my posture, shoulders rolling back, clearing my parched throat.

A woman with huge circular glasses resting on the bridge of her nosewalked in. Her pencil skirt accentuated her broad hips, her blue eyes fixed on the notepad wrapped around her arm, and the silver metallic pen held her elegant hairstyle together.

She was the definition of what I call 'classy'.

I suddenly felt my shoulders slouch down when her blue icy eyes scanned me, her orbs slowly widening in astonishment. I raise my hand giving a small wave with a crooked smile.

Maybe that was a bit too crooked. Screw it! She can't see me.

"Ahh..." I suddenly squealed under her intense gaze that was scanning me over and over again, pushing the glasses that adorned her button nose back. She cleared her throat grazing over her notepad one last time.

"Lady, you know I am still here, right? Maybe you can do this goo-goo eyes after I'm checked in." The guy beside me commented, earning an eye roll which he couldn't witness. I stomp over his boots, almost throwing my whole weight on his foot.

"OUCH!" He grunts, turning my way, maybe or maybe not glaring like Donald Trump after he found out his steak was cooked medium rare and not brought alive.

"Fight me you ceramic bitch!" He shrieks, ready to throw hands. I hide behind the elegant woman for protection who just watched us bicker.

She cleared her throat again, catching me off guard. She turns my way. "Jungkook and Y/n?" She pursed her lips, narrowed cat-like eyes waiting for our nods.

"Jungkook...more like junk looks," I coughed out, wheezing at that lame pun, perhaps no one has the sense of humour of a five-year-old. The world is turning tables pretty quick.

"Ms Y/n, you aren't supposed to be here?" She waits for my reaction as I freeze on spot.

"What do you mean I am not supposed to be here?" My voice slightly rising, "I checked in myself as the new rookie in racing." I practically throw air quotes at her statement, panic wavering in my

voice.

The so-called guy 'Jungkook' choked, his broad chest heaving up and down as he laughed.

Did I say something funny?

"You are at the wrong location, I think there was an error in our system while registering you, we may have added your name to the wrong list." She ran her index finger across her crisp notepad, eyes moving back and forth like a hawk.

"No, no, no, no-no." I gasped, "do you know how long it took me to persuade my sponsor?! This is my only chance to race; if I don't enter, all of my years of preparation will be in vain."

She looked at me with sympathy. "Can't you make any changes to send me there?"

"I'm sorry...you won't be able to reach in time and we cannot let you go until the board takes a look at this major mistake and have you safely enter your designated place."

She tapped her foot on the marble floor.

Suddenly my head dropped, audibly sighing as my fingers tapped against my thighs. Just one opportunity is given...and it will all wash over like golden sand at the seashore.

"Okay, sad. Moving on, I'd like the Keys to my quarters." Jungkook arrogantly demanded, pushing his hand in front of the woman. She looked at him with no emotion, rolling her eyes, once again checking the name list.

Think Y/n! Think!

I felt my heart clench, the corner of my eyes collided with the water. My craving to have wind tangled in my locks while the engine roared at the starting line with determined racers kept increasing.

That desire in my heart burning stronger than any fuel.

"I can race here!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the tall man beside me. The woman blinked her eyes, glasses almost falling off her snatched nose.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I can race on this track here in California, till then your board can sort out all their work." Adrenaline rushed in my veins like hope, secretly fist-pumping the air. Finally, this could work out.

"Listen up kiddo, this is California. Here racers make history. They don't sit on the track to have some pink princess tea party, so you can take that bag of yours and move your ass out of this place because you don't belong here." His words were foul, a snarl creeping on.

He was filled with bitterness, swiftly peeling off the helmet on his face. His action left me speechless.

His ethereal beauty was hidden behind the helmet; his soft, glowing skin was the centre of attention; his doe-like eyes were pools of overflowing emotions; his soft lips, the bottom one a little fuller, a mole on his cheek and one under his lip.

I would've stumbled on my face gazingat such charm if only he wasn't being a jerk.

"It's because women aren't usually seen racing here, in fact for the last 50 years no women had the guts to continue on this track." The woman abruptly spoke. I felt the uncertainty in her voice. She was trying to cover up for that jerk.

"but there is no rule against women racing here." I protested back.

"Yes there isn't but-" "Then I race here."

Jungkook's intense stare had my knees go weak. I could feel the sharpness and cold wrath all at once. An unspoken cold blooded war was rising between us.

"What do you think you are doing?" Jungkook exclaimed, his warm hand skimming on my shoulder, the grip crushing my meek corpse.

His jaw clenched and eyes obscuring, he glowered behind the lustrous locks covering his orbs that bled out of outrage.

outrage.

Staring into his eyes my body shook violently, I harshly pushed him away, disgusted by the warmth his hands held. "Don't touch me." My eyes were bloodshot red, wrapping my hands around my torso.

"I won't be outmanoeuvred by a jerk. Especially you, Jungkook."

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Drive you crazy | Day 9 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzz-25 @suashifts @kyuuppi @bananaminnie-blog @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/note: SOOO the series is finally nearing the end, day 10 will be the last day of the story. But my inbox is always open so incase yall want drabbles. Anw, hope you guys enjoyy.

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Jungkook

The tension on the racetrack was palpable as we revved our engines, ready for the practice race. It was a friendly competition, but the desire to win was burning in each of us, especially Y/n and me as we prepared to compete side by side.

The roar of our engines filled the air as the race began. We pushed our cars to their limits, skillfully navigating the twists and turns of the track. It was a close race, and for a while, it seemed like any of us could take the lead.

But then, out of nowhere, a smooth, yellow-gold car cut between Y/n and me, beating us to the finish line. We were all shocked by the sudden appearance of this new player who had effortlessly outpaced us.

As we came to a stop and climbed out of our cars, the stranger removed his helmet with a smirk on his face. His features were striking, with gorgeous blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the sunlight and piercing green eyes that complemented his olive skin perfectly. Namjoon, always the diplomat, stepped forward and extended his hand. "Impressive driving," he said. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Namjoon, and these are my teammates."

The stranger took Namjoon's hand and shook it with a confident grin. "Locke," he introduced himself, his voice oozing charm. "It was a good race, wasn't it?"

Locke didn't waste a moment before turning his attention to Y/n. He waddled over to her, his movements exuding an almost magnetic confidence. With a theatrical flourish, he took Y/n's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and she abruptly pulled her hand back, her cheeks flushed. "I think I heard your introduction earlier," she said curtly, clearly unimpressed by Locke's theatrics.

After another exhilarating round of racing, we all gathered at the pit area, where stretch chairs had been set up. The adrenaline was still coursing through our veins as we grabbed bottles of beer, ready to relax and unwind after the intense competition. However, our plans were interrupted when we saw Locke already seated there, a confident smile on his face.

He greeted us warmly, complimenting our racing skills and raising his bottle in a toast to the racers. His gaze, however, lingered on Y/n, and he locked eyes with her, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, Y/n," Locke began, his voice smooth as silk. "You are truly extraordinary for a younger female racer. I haven't seen someone drift with such grace and precision in a long time."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight at the compliment. She smiled and moved to sit next to Locke, engaging in conversation with him. Their easy camaraderie made me feel strangely uncomfortable, and not in a good way.

I watched them from a distance, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something had shifted. Locke's presence had injected an element of rivalry into our group. and the way he had captivated Y/n's attention didn't sit well with me.

As the evening went on, I couldn't help but wonder about Locke's intentions and whether he had a genuine interest in racing or if he was simply trying to get closer to Y/n. The unease I felt was a stark contrast to the camaraderie we had all shared just a day ago.

As I sat there with my teammates, sipping my beer, I couldn't shake the feeling that our time in France had taken an unexpected turn, and I had no idea where this new twist in our journey would lead us.

Summoning the courage to face Y/n after days of awkwardness, I finally made my way to her hotel room. As I approached her door, I could hear soft chuckles coming from within. My heart raced, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. Just as I was about to knock, the voices of my friends, Jimin and Taehyung, echoed in the hallway. They were nudging me to talk to Y/n, encouraging me to clear the air between us. Their support brought a small smile to my face, and I nodded to them before finally knocking on Y/n's door.

The door opened with surprise, and I prepared to speak, but my words caught in my throat when I saw Locke standing behind Y/n. His presence there was unexpected, and my heart sank.

"Jungkook?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with surprise.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. "I...I came to talk," I managed to say.

Y/n shifted on her feet, her eyes filled with tension. She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at Locke, who sneered and placed his hand on her shoulder, thinking I wouldn't notice. My smile faltered, but I pressed on, "Is now a good time?"

Y/n hesitated, her gaze darting between Locke and me. "No, Jungkook, it's not."

Behind her, Locke's smirk grew, and he leaned in closer to her. My blood boiled, but I managed to maintain my composure. "Alright," I said, feeling defeated. "I'll come back later."

As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. I heard Locke's condescending tone as he spoke about me, calling me a weak douche. Anger boiled up inside me, but I forced myself to keep walking.

"I don't know what you see in him, Y/n." Locke snarls

"Your opinion of my friends stands in the garbage Locke...I think it's too late, you should go." I hear a feeble voice and smile in victory as Y/n defends me and throws that mop face out of her room.

The knob rattles, hint of blond walking out of her room.

However, my anger got the best of me, and I couldn't let Locke's insults slide. I hid in the shadows, watching as Locke made his way down the hallway. When he was about to turn the corner, I lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and delivering a punch to his face.

Locke stumbled back, surprised by my sudden attack. I growled at him, my voice low and threatening, "This 'weak douche' can do a lot of things you'd not want to see. Stay in your lane and away from my girl."

Locke sneered, his face bruised but defiant. "Watch me, Jeon," he shot back before walking away, leaving me seething with anger and frustration.

The battle for Y/n's attention had taken an intense turn, and I couldn't help but wonder where this rivalry would lead us all.

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Y/N

Early in the morning, we all gathered for breakfast in the hotel's dining area. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a delicious spread of breakfast items. I couldn't help but notice the tension in the room, and it seemed that I wasn't the only one.

As I made my way to the table, I noticed Jungkook sitting slightly apart from the rest of the group. He seemed distant, lost in his thoughts, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. Our recent interactions had been strained, and it was clear that he was still affected by what had transpired between us.

Across from him, Locke sat with a cocky look on his face, a stark contrast to Jungkook's somber demeanor. Locke had managed to insert himself into our group with ease, and his presence had thrown a wrench into our dynamics.

Jimin, sitting next to Hoseok, elbowed him discreetly and whispered something that I couldn't quite catch.

However, I had a feeling it had something to do with Jungkook. Jimin had always been the peacemaker among us, and it seemed like he was planning to talk to Jungkook after the meal.

I couldn't help but overhear their hushed conversation, and although I felt a pang of guilt for the way I had been avoiding Jungkook, I pushed those feelings aside. It was easier to pretend that everything was fine than to confront the awkwardness between us.

As I took a sip of my coffee, I noticed something that caught my attention. Locke had a bruise on his face, a fading mark from the altercation with Jungkook the previous night. I couldn't help but ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Locke," I said, trying to sound casual, "what happened to your face?"

Locke's expression darkened, and he shot a brief, irritated glance in Jungkook's direction before answering, "Oh, just a bad fall. Nothing serious."

I couldn't shake the feeling that Locke was hiding something, but I decided not to press the matter further.

Instead, I turned my attention back to my plate, stabbing my scrambled eggs with my fork.

The day was still bright and sunny as we all piled onto the bus for our trip to one of the most beautiful beaches in France. The excitement in the air was tangible, and the beach promised a much-needed break from the tension that had been simmering among us.

As I made my way onto the bus, I couldn't help but notice an empty seat next to Locke. It seemed like fate had a sense of humor, but before I could even consider taking the seat, Hoseok, always the quick one, dove into action.

He practically lunged toward the empty seat, a playful wince on his face as he looked at me.

"Give someone else a chance to sit next to this hot chica," he quipped, wrapping a friendly arm around Locke's shoulder.

Locke's face twisted into a pleading expression, but Hoseok's charm was hard to resist. I couldn't help but giggle at their antics as I continued down the aisle, looking for another available seat.

Further back on the bus, I spotted a tired-looking Jungkook. He had his eyes closed, earphones in, and his head rested against the window. It seemed like the perfect place for me to sit, a quiet corner where I could gather my thoughts and relax.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Hoseok, who was still engaged in playful banter with Locke. As the bus's engine roared to life, there was a sudden jolt, and I stumbled forward, finding myself accidentally thrown onto Jungkook's seat.

My heart raced as I quickly pulled back, blushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Jungkook removed one earphone and opened his eyes, his gaze meeting mine. He seemed just as surprised as I was by the sudden collision. His lips curled into a small smile, and he removed the other earphone.

"No problem," he replied, his voice soft and reassuring. "Plenty of space here."

I nodded gratefully and took a seat next to him, finally feeling a sense of relief. The tension that had hung between us seemed to dissipate in that moment, replaced by a newfound sense of relief.

As the bus rolled smoothly along the winding roads, I noticed Jungkook removing both his earphones and turning his attention towards me. The awkward air between us seemed to dissipate as he started a conversation.

"Gosh, I forgot to give my key to Natalie," he began, his facepalming gesture drawing a giggle from me. "How will she remove those huge boxes of wheels from my room?"

"Don't worry," I reassured him with a smile, "she has spare keys in case 'someone locks themselves in." I playfully nudged my head toward Taehyung and Jimin, who couldn't help but giggle.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but ask, "What are you listening to?"

Jungkook's eyes lit up as he spoke, "I'm trying to find mistakes in my composing."

I was surprised. I had always seen Jungkook as a broody, masculine guy, but this delicate and creative side of him intrigued me. I asked if I could listen to what he was working on.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment but then brought one of the earplugs toward my ear, gently brushing away a strand of hair to get it in place. He plugged it in, sitting back with a nervous smile.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the melody and lyrics of the song. When it came to an end, I couldn't help but sing along in delight. The song had touched something inside me, and I felt an instant connection to it.

Jungkook finally asked, "How is it?"

I couldn't stop praising him, my words pouring out in admiration. "It's amazing! 'Paper Hearts' is my favorite, and your voice is unbelievably good. Can I listen to more?"

Jungkook's shy smile, his bunny teeth peeking through, made my heart skip a beat. He hesitated for a moment but then shared the earphone with me. We both slowly drifted to sleep, our heads resting on each other's shoulders as the bus continued its journey.

When the bus finally came to a stop at our destination, the quiet chatter and fussing over us woke us up. Hoseok even clicked a picture of us, fawning over the moment.

Yoongi elbowed him, teasingly "Hyung, are you crying?"

"Shut up, this looks beautiful," Hobi says, faking a tear.

Suddenly, Locke appeared and tugged me awake. I reluctantly woke up, my groggy state making it hard to process what was happening. Locke gave a strained smile as he looked at gave a strained smile as he looked at me, pulling me out of the bus, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as we left the warmth and comfort of the bus behind, running from a moment that had felt special and intimate.

The moment we arrived at the beach, the salty sea breeze hit us, filling the air with the familiar scent of the ocean. Excitement bubbled within all of us as we dropped our bags and began to change into our swimwear, eager to dive into the cool waters.

I couldn't help but notice the playful antics of Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung as they carried Taehyung toward the water, their laughter ringing out as if they were offering him as a sacrifice to the water gods. On the other side, Yoongi and Jin were lying on their beach towels, with sunscreen adorning their faces like warriors preparing for battle.

Locke, who had seemed somewhat distant on the bus, underwent a transformation as soon as he stepped onto the beach. With a confident smirk, he shed his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique that turned a few heads, including mine.

He turned to me with a cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling. "Care to join me in the water, Y/n?"

I smiled but shook my head. "I'm a bit exhausted from the trip. I think I'll just relax and catch some sun for now."

I pulled off my shirt, revealing a sunset-coloured swimsuit that seemed to catch the attention of not one but two pairs of eyes-Jungkook's and Locke's. Their reactions were quite different, though.

Locke, ever the flirty guy, couldn't resist complimenting my body as he headed toward the water. "Looking good, Y/n. Enjoy your tan," he called over his shoulder before diving into the waves.

As the sun began to dip into the sea, casting a chilly breeze over the beach, everyone wrapped themselves in towels and headed toward a nearby beach house. The day had been filled with fun and laughter, but there was no sign of Jungkook anywhere, and it left me feeling increasingly worried.

I recalled how I had unintentionally ditched him on the bus and hadn't spoken to him since. Feeling like a jerk, I decided to make amends and went to the nearby restaurant where we had all planned to have dinner. Arriving early, I spotted Jungkook sitting alone at a corner table, a candle left unburned in the middle.

"Waiting for a date?" I asked him, attempting a light-hearted tone.

Jungkook shook his head, his expression unreadable. "No."

Feeling a bit awkward, I asked, "Mind if I sit with you?" Only to see jungkook's expressions relaxing which I took as a green signal to sit infront of him.

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