Jikook race car au!!!!😀😀😀😀
Jimin sighs as he steps out of his vehicle, race suit feeling too tight and the sun too hot as he hears, “Park Jimin!” being shouted from an approaching voice.
Of course it’s Jeon Jungkook, racing prodigy, walking over to him like he owned the entire race track.
“Is that any way to talk to you superiors?” Jimin asks, monotonously, feigning disinterest.
Jungkook bites his lip to keep the smile off his face, coming to a stop and taking off his sunglasses to scan the stands filled to the brim with people. “Out here on this track, we’re equals, don’t you say?”
Jimin nods in thought before speaking again, “Fair enough, but there’s still no way in hell I’m letting you take first today.”
The younger barks out a laugh before stepping in closer to Jimin’s space, nose almost touching his own as he towered over him. “How about tell me how the back of my car looks during the race, Park.”
“Save it for the track, Jeon,” Jimin says lowly. as he watches the younger lick his lips—those lips he’s kissed way too many times in secret outside of this stadium.
Jungkook could intimidate him all he wanted, but they both knew that at the end of the day, that track and Jungkook were both his.