Pairing- Jungkook x Reader
Word Count- 2, 267
Summary- Bangtan is the mysterious close-knit group of friends who own the town’s best car repair and detailing shop. They spend their days running the business, but fill their nights with something much more exciting- street racing. They’re not very willing to let outsiders into their close circle…until you come along.
a/n- i’m sorry i didn’t get to post last week :( i’ve been completely busy this week. but i hope you guys like this chapter! you get to meet two new characters ;) one is specifically really important soooo… tell me what you think!
You didn’t belong here.
For starters, you had only managed to slip on a pair of jeans an a hoodie before you left the house. As you stand in the front of the crowd, all you can think of is how much you stand out. Girls around you are dressed in more sexy attire, with tight dresses or low-cut tops. Sure, they all looked great, but they also made you stick out like a sore thumb. The big white bandage on your head didn’t help either.
Not only did you look like you didn’t fit in, you also felt like you didn’t fit in. Your crash had left you traumatized, as expected, and the fact that you were getting ready to watch people race at over 100 mph for nothing but a couple hundred bucks- which didn’t compare to their life in any way- made you nervous. They may be experienced, but anything can happen.
“Do you guys do this every week?” you ask Seokjin, who is standing to your left. He’s been one of the more open ones regarding your situation, so you decided to pick him out as your friend.
He nods. “Pretty much. It’s easy money.”
“How is it easy? Aren’t all these people risking their lives?” you press. The whole concept is still unbelievable to you.
Seokjin gives you a chuckle. “Sure, they could crash and die. But there’s rules each racer has to follow, and if they break them, they’re out.” He smirks and leans down to your ear. “Plus, our Jungkookie is very good. No need to worry.”
At the mention of his name, Jungkook pulls up in a sleek, black car that makes your eyes widen. How did this kid get a grip on such an expensive car?
You watch as everybody pulls up to the starters line. Jungkook is more towards the middle of pack, so when another nice black car pulls up in front of you and Seokjin on the curb, you’re surprised.
The man in the car turns your way. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You are immediately captivated by his striking blue eyes and smirk. You two lock eyes for a beat, before he licks his lips and looks away. How odd.
You turn to Seokjin and whisper, “Who is that?”
“Him?” He points to the one in question and you nod. “That’s Damien. Most people call him Damien X, though. It’s an alias he made up so nobody knows his real identity.” Seokjin pauses and sighs. “He’s a really good racer, too.”
You watch with a newfound interest as a girl walks up between the cars. She has a flag in her grip as she takes her place in the front of the line of excited racers. As she’s making a small speech about the race, you feel somebody bump into your side. You look away from the road to see that Taehyung has taken a spot by your side, a big smile adorning his features.
“What do you think, Y/N? Has the race life stolen your heart yet?” he asks. You shake your head.
“Not in a million years. This is all…too much.” You gesture to the scene in front of you to emphasize your point.
Taehyung cocks his head. “What do you mean by too much?”
You shrug. “It’s too loud. Between the overexcited crowd and rumbling engines, the noise is a sensory overload. The glamour of this night life is extravagant, with the extremely expensive cars and sky-high heels and all. But mostly it’s the people. You can tell that if there wasn’t a sense of common ground, there’d be a straight up turf war.”
Taehyung laughs at your speculations. “You watch too much TV. But I guess it is a bit loud.” He unexpectedly throws his arm around your shoulders and doesn’t bother to take it away when you give him a shocked look.
As soon as you turn back to the race, the girl is holding the flag up in the air with a smile on her face. In a split second, she drops it to the asphalt and stands in place as six high-speed cars zoom past her. She doesn’t even look phased.
“Now what?” you ask out loud, not specifically directing your question at either of the two boys who accompany you.
“We wait for them to come back and cross the finish line,” Seokjin answers.
“That’s it? We see them start off and that’s all?” You thought there’d be a little more action.
“Pretty much. I mean, there’s people at certain parts of the road just to monitor the racers, but otherwise, it’s a surprise as to who’s in the lead until they get here,” Seokjin replies. He looks down at his watch and nods. “It’ll be about 10 more minutes maybe?”
You nod and watch the finish line. Though, you aren’t focused. Your mind drifts to your situation once again. One question keeps arising amidst your thoughts- why doesn’t Namjoon want to do anything to avenge Jackson? Sure, you get that it’s hard for him to admit to his group that he was in contact with outsiders, but Jackson used to be his best friend. How could he let their relationship go, like it was nothing?
Then of course, there’s Jungkook. Obviously, he harvests some type of dislike towards you. Today, right before the race, you had only been able to slap on casual outfit- okay, it was a bit messy, but you weren’t exactly worried about your looks recently- and put on a new bandage before Jungkook got a look at you. “You’re wearing that? To a race?” he’d asked with distaste apparent in his voice. You frowned and pulled the edge of your hoodie, but before you could reply or make a move to change, Namjoon as rushing you all out the door. But Jungkook’s comment stayed fresh in your mind. Nobody else seemed to give a fuck about what you wore, but he was hell-bent on making sure you knew you didn’t fit in.
“Here they come!” Taehyung shouts and everybody starts to cheer. You notice that the rest of the boys had found their way to you and were excitedly cheering and clapping their hands. You were silent, but you kept an eye locked on the car in front- Jungkook’s car.
Right behind him is the mysterious guy from earlier- Damien X. He’s closing in fast, and he’s dangerously close. “If that bastard doesn’t move over, he’ll regret it,” you hear Yoongi darkly mumble from behind you. You didn’t take him for the violent, loyal type, but you seem to have been proven wrong.
It happens fast. The front of Damien’s car clips the back of Jungkook’s, causing the latter to fishtail and spin in a complete circle, the echo of his tires squealing bouncing off the buildings that line the streets. Damien crosses the finish line first, smug as he exits the car and a group of his friends surround him, cheering. Meanwhile, everybody else is frozen in shock. Not only did the notorious Jungkook lose, but he lost because he was cheated.
You don’t even notice, but a few moments later, you’re standing in the winner’s circle with all the boys. They’re fuming, but not as much as Jungkook as he approaches. Pure fire is behind his eyes and he storms over.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?” he seethes, shoving Damien against the car harshly. But Damien only smirks.
“Can’t take the heat?” he asks with an innocent gaze. You see Jungkook’s fists clench.
“I can’t take when somebody cheats, which is what your ass did,” he replies through gritted teeth. A crowd is beginning to gather- everybody wants a piece of this action.
Your heart is racing, threatening to beat out of your chest as you watch the two interact. It’s nerve-wracking, for you especially. You’ve lived a fairly mundane life, one without physical fights and law breaking races. The worst thing you’ve ever done is calling in sick for work when in fact, you just wanted to stay in bed all day. And now? Now things were quite different.
“You’re just pissed because I kicked your amateur ass,” Damien says with a tone of superiority. You can tell that this specific comment makes Jungkook even more angry than before.
“I’ve won more races in the past month than you have in the past year, and you call me the amateur?” he says. “The only reason you won tonight is because of that childish, unprofessional stunt you pulled. So don’t even start acting cocky, dickhead.”
Damien looks over at you quickly and pushes himself off his car until he’s chest to chest with Jungkook. “I’m not the one acting cocky here. The only reason you have the guts to get in my face is because your little bitch is watching.”
And that’s when the first punch was thrown.
It’s a lot to take in.
Fifty people are milling around the house, all with a beer or wine cooler in hand as they engage in conversations you’re completely uneducated in. Nobody makes a move to talk to you- you’re a complete stranger to them, after all. You lean against a wall in the kitchen, listening to the bass-filled music reverbrating from the backyard. Earlier, Taehyung had explained to you that after every weekend race they threw a party. When he said party, you expected just the guys and a few extra people sitting around and swapping jokes, but you were so wrong.
A boy you don’t know comes up and leans against the wall beside you. “You’re cute,” he says with a bit of a slur to his voice. He’s not drunk, but he’s getting there.
“Uh, thanks,” you mutter, taking a sip of your water. You don’t have any energy to deal with over-affectionate dudes who only want one thing- to get in your pants.
He licks his lips and moves his head closer to you. “Are you new here? I’ve never seen you at Namjoon’s parties before.”
You roll your eyes and push off the wall. “Excuse me.”
The boy doesn’t follow you as you walk away. Instead, he locks his eyes on a new victim across the room. Typical.
You step outside to get a breath of fresh air. Trying to stay calm and keep yourself together is harder than you thought it’d be.
As you walk towards the front steps, you notice that somebody has already laid claim to them. After a closer look, you see that it’s none other than Jungkook. His back is to you, but you can tell from his stance that he’s upset. And why wouldn’t he be?
You find some courage buried down within you and force yourself to walk forward, taking a seat beside Jungkook. He doesn’t look over at you, but he knows you’re there.
“Uhm, hey,” you say. After he doesn’t respond, you curse yourself for thinking that this was a good idea. He’s been nothing but cold and rude with you, and here you are trying to make conversation with him? “Is your, uh, car okay?”
“It’s fine,” he replies and takes a swig of the beer he has in his hand. “It’ll just need a quick paint job and maybe a new set of tires, but it’ll be fine.”
You nod. “That’s good.” An awkward silence falls over you two. You try to focus on anything else, but it’s almost impossible. “Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for earlier.”
He shrugs and shakes his head. “Whatever. I just hate that guy.”
“Well, for whatever reason you did it, thanks. I know you don’t particularly like me much, so I’ll try to stay out of your way okay?” You give him a nod to say goodbye and rise to your feet. He waves you off and turns back to staring at the sky. A small part of you feels with warmth as you realize maybe he isn’t as bad as he tries to make himself seem.
You return to the party only to be greeted by Namjoon. He’s smiling widely as he grabs your wrist in his grasp. “C'mon, we’re all going into the living room.” You follow him without an protest as he drags you into the living room. Almost everybody is piled in; some found a seat on the couch, while others slumped on the floor. Everybody is laughing as somebody you don’t recognize tells a story. Namjoon plops down on the arm of a surprisingly empty chair and guides you into actual seat of it. You sit down, slightly uncomfortable in the room of complete strangers.
“Who’s the newcomer, Joon?” a girl asks. You’re pretty sure she was one of the racers earlier.
Namjoon smiles and rests his hand on your shoulder. “Guys, this is my childhood best friend, Y/N. She’ll be staying here for a while.”
They all say hello, but the girl grins and sticks her hand out. “I’m CL. It’s nice to meet you.”
You reach out and accept her hand. “Nice to meet you too.”
After your introduction is over, everybody goes back to their previous conversation. A new person begins to tell a story, reminiscing on the past. When he’s done, another person begins and so on. You listen intently, genuinely intrigued by all the stories. You even manage to laugh.
As you look around, you take it all in. The people, the friendships, the loyalty. Everybody is smiling and joking, utterly happy. And you can only think that maybe…just maybe…maybe this wasn’t so bad.