smut, 2.6k words, jungkook/reader,
racer/playboy/rich kid au
You go back to the racing scene as soon as you can; the temptation
of it all is too much. As usual, your pre-race routine consists of trading
banter with Jin, sipping a few drinks and–and–fuck. Jungkook just
winked at you.
“You know, I’m starting to get the feeling that he has the hots
for you or something,” Jin says dryly.
You raise a brow. On the street before you, the racers rev their
engines, impatient to start. “Why? Because he keeps on winking at me? He’s a playboy,
I think we’ve already established that.”
“Yeah, but–” Jin pauses briefly to watch the cars speed off,
engines roaring into the night–“I’ve never seen nor heard of Jungkook winking
at the same girl multiple times.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” you say breezily. You
take a big gulp of your drink in an attempt to quell the giggly, bubbly feeling
that’s making your heart flutter and means that you’re totally fucked.