Drive you Crazy | Day 3 | 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
A/note : Day 3 already!!! Yall do leave your thoughts in the comments section cause I'm a 'need external verification' girlie 😀 Kay byeeee
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You tried ignoring him for the rest of the day, your senses finally kicking in as you registered your first meet with him; the disrespect he had, how pathetic he was trying to sabotage another racer.
Even for being a 'seducer'
"I am so stupid, he's the reason I was humiliated, Natalie! I can't do this anymore." You bang your fist on the table in the cafeteria, Natalie hosting her hand on your shoulder with concern on her face.
You felt like boring holes in the mahogany wood until its particles were floating in thin air.
"It's just for a week Y/n."
"A week with that wild animal." Correcting her with a smug tone, you pack a warm chocolate muffin heading towards the shared room feeling Natalie's gaze on you.
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You followed the rhythm of continuous notes blaring from our room. Clanking the keys and twisting the knob open meeting your gaze with an irritated Jungkook. The whistling got louder as you stood there silently.
He held out a blue letter in his hand. A letter opener beside him glistened in the moonlight warming up the dim room. A soft breeze blew the curtain.
"What's that?" Your eyebrow arches up in curiosity, legs pulling you in his direction, eyes set on the elegant letter.
Jungkook silently held his arm out as if waiting for you to pull out your palm in front of him. And that's exactly what you did.
He wrapped his slender fingers around your wrist, gazing into your eyes with an intimidating look that threatened to feel into your soul.
His lips parted, trying to form words out of his hazy mind. "Your confirmation letter for this race."He held out the letter, its crisp corner at your fingertips as you felt the rough paper stroking your ends.
"Don't race." He says in a stern whisper.
"And why would you say that?" You ask in annoyance.
"I am looking out for you."
"Uh- yeahh? And why tf would you look out for me huh?"
"I am looking out for you!" Не repeated.
"You- my friend aren't looking out for me, you're just being a sexist,if yk what that means ." Snatching the envelope from him you turned your back on his face,walking away with a sigh towards your bed.
"Fine...if that's what you think." He turns away too, disappointment flashing in his eyes. You stood there confused because of his reactions.
"I shouldn't lookout for a petty outcast anyways."
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Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt perverted gazes sliding down your back, stuck on my body as the tight bodysuit hugged my curves. Those sickening mouths were ajar with drool over their lips.
Crossing over to the other side of the hallway felt like a task of walking over dead zombies.
You reached your pit for practice, hands on your hips waiting for your new team to begin the arrangements. No one arrives on time.
A dark figure walked past you, helmets clutched between their forearm and side. The air around you suddenly starts to smell like soft moss after the early rain of monsoon, splattered with the scent of ocean wind mixed with sea salt and hinted with vanilla. You nostrils go crazy, pleasant chaos blessing your sense of smell.
You raise your head to look at the person. The unconscious smile on your face droppes instantly.
Your gaze hardenea, the crescents at the edge of your eyes vanishing.
Jungkook doesn't spare a glance, standing a bit further away from you as you crane your neck to find his pit next to yours. A scowl made its way onto your face.
You push my shoulders back, straightening your posture, chin high in the air as you notice a crowd of racers moving your way. Tapping your foot, you suddenly feel anxiety settling down in your stomach.
"Look, Alex! A girl will be racing with us," a man with ginger brown hair in a blue suit speaks first, startling me as a hiccup breaks free from your throat. "This toy looks more pleasurable, doesn't it?"
The guy named 'Alex' grins nonchalantly, closing in on you as you start to feel the warmth of his body sweat. He swarmed over me with his hands at the sides of your hips blocking your way free.
"Indeed, she could work her charms." he breathes near your ear, my body stiffening, you close your eyes shut, scrunching your fists.
"No wonder she got a place between racers like us. Probably danced on the director's lap to make her way in," he smirked, tracing his disgusting finger on my jaw.
"The one who needs to dance on the director's lap to reach the finals is you, sweetie."
Alex's smirk dropped down, your words hurting his very big ego.
"kitten got a tongue huh?" He grips you hips tightly, pulling you to crash on his chest.
"Don't-" your breath unstable, "don't touch me," you said with your teeth gritted. You push him away, now facing him in his eyes.
"touch me again and you're. dead."
You turn away to leave but the moment you step away, you feel a hand on your waist. You couldn't stand this shit anymore as you turned around and slapped the guy hard across his right cheek.
The sound of the slap echoed even in the open pit, everything and everyone went silent. The entire attention now on you, but you didn't care.
He was about to slap you again, when a tattoed hand stops his. Your gaze follows the arm till you meet his eyes. But atm, you're too mad to even care who tf was it. And you kick hard on the guy's crotch.
His cries were loud and shrill as if he just saw death in front of his eyes.
You turn away to leave when you hear jungkook say, " I see you near her again and you're dead "
The guys ran away for there life and everyone gets back to whatever they were doing while you were left with an expressionless Jungkook. He walks away without exchanging any witty or sarcastic comebacks.
"Thank-"
"Save it, outcast."
You watch him disappear into a crowd with raised flashing cameras, your heart pulling you to go to him, but the sickening ego in you stops you from apologising.
Apologising for the warning he gave you that you ignored.
Apologising for not being grateful for his lookout even though you were just a mere stranger.
You took your keys as your team finally shows up and surrounds you.
Announcement to start the trial booming in the loud speakers, but your eyes were still following ing him.
Maybe it's my ego and not his.
"Jeon Jungkook!"
You ran behind him, walking straight into a group of media, bowing to the rush you start the chase all over again.
Frantically looking in the lobby for him, your eyes traced his broad back, scampering his way squeezing between swarms of people.
"Jeon! Stop in the name of strippers!"
You watch him ignore you, your limbs filled with energy falling at your sides, you retract your voice calling out for him, running across with all your heart.
"Please stop." You plead with him, firmly intertwining your hands when you finally catch a hold of him.
" Listen boy, I am going to apologise and you are going to hear me out."
You look out for asign, but he doesn't even nod. Jungkook harshly shakes his hand free, turning to look your way. He turns around to close your room door in your face, the loud click of hinges making you duck your face in shame. His last words rumbled deep in your ear.
"I don't care."
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