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The moon shines bright in the black sky along with the stars surrounding her figure, casting her white shadows on the dark road below. Being so far from the city, there are no artificial lights other than the moon and the car’s lights.
Five racing cars are parked one next to the other at the start of the street, on the top of the hill. It’s possible to see the city shining like little stars in the distance in spite of the late hour, and Taehyung feels like he owns it in his fist as he raises his hand at his eyes and clenches it.
People talk animatedly next to him, walking and laughing together, making bets on who the winner will be and wasting their money on races they can only see from afar. And no one cares, especially not Taehyung.
He’s leaning on his beautiful and beloved Nissan GTR, black as the darkness casted upon him, next to the other racers, leaning on their jewels as well. His black leather jacket, along with his skinny black ripped jeans and his grey hair make him look like a real street racer, shame about being one in a complete illegal way.
“Taehyung!” A boy with pink and fluffy hair as cotton candy runs to him, hand waving in the air under a white oversized sweater.
Taehyung smiles and stands up. “Jimin-ah! What are you doing here?”
Jimin stops in front of him, panting, and flashes a big white smile. “What am I doing here? Of course I’m here to watch you race, you idiot.”
“Of course, of course. Definitely not to watch that Yoongi guy, huh? Hoseok told me.” He grins and Jimin punches him in the stomach, red colouring his cheeks.
A tall black haired boy, with wide shoulders and big biceps stands up on the hood of a black Jeep Renegade and raises his hands.
“Shut up, fuckers!” Taehyung and Jimin turn their heads to look at him. “Five minutes and the race will start! Get on your cars and get ready. I’m Seokjin, I’m twenty-four and I don’t tolerate any fucking delay, my girl is waiting for me on our bed wearing a red sexy lingerie she bought today and I don’t want to disappoint her and my aching dick, all right?”
Taehyung looks at the other racers and spots the newbie who’s been on the mouth of everyone since last week.
Yoongi turns his head ruffling his bleached blond hair and shots a glance at them, nodding, a hint of a smirk on his face.
“What an asshole, huh? He thinks he can do better than me and my baby?” Taehyung laughs and slaps a hand on the roof of his car.
“Well, he’s good for being unexperienced, you can’t deny that Tae.” Jimin comments, watching as Yoongi gets on his metallic blue Chevy Corvette. “Last week he ended the race up in first place.”
“Of course, I was for dinner at my Grandma’s last time and I wasn’t able to race, that’s why he didn’t end up second. I bet his father bought him that car, huh, I bet my fucking dick on that.”
Jimin rolls his eyes but smiles, and pats Taehyung’s back. “Good luck, Taehyung-ah, I’m sure you’ll win this.”
Another tall boy with purple hair, named Namjoon, shots them a smile and crawls in his white Audi TT. After three years in the street racing, Taehyung knows most of the racers and everyone knows him and his baby, a Nissan GRT, a cheap car that he was able to transform in a monster on the streets, after ending up first place on his first race, beating the Red Eagle, or how they used to call Jung Hoseok, the owner of a red Eagle Talon. After that, Taehyung expected to be bullied or whatever, but was left surprised by Hoseok coming to his window car to shake his hand and invite him to drink a beer with his friends. That’s where he knew Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin, and quickly became part of a group of friends he can’t escape from anymore.
“Hoseok told me to wish you good luck as well and he’s sorry he’s not here tonight, you know, booty calls at the last moment are the worst.”
“Or the best, it depends on how you look at it.”
Taehyung gets on the red leathered sit inside of his car and closes the door. He zips his jacket and places his hands on the steering wheel, inhaling deeply the musk scent of the Arbre Magique hanging from the rearview mirror. He sees Jimin going back to the crowd standing behind the red tape and waves at him one last time.
He glances at his left and sees a new guy, whom name he doesn’t know, and smirks: he looks like he’s having a mental breakdown, clenching his hands on the steering wheel and breathing heavily. Taehyung knows that on five people, he has one enemy less.
He turns his head at his right and finds Yoongi already staring at him with a piercing gaze and lips pressed in a thin line.
Yoongi is a newbie who has started racing only the week before and, as Taehyung did, he ended up in the first place on his first ever race. But, unlike Taehyung, after it, he just drove away and showed up only tonight, leaving Jimin, who wanted to congratulate and get to know him, hanging there. That’s how he got a crush on him, of course.
Taehyung lifts an eyebrow and smirks, clenching his hands on the wheel and turning his gaze on the street ahead. “What an easy prey.” He says to himself.
Seokijn walks in front of the aligned cars with a black and white checked flag in one hand. “Welcome everybody to the 18th race of the year 2018!” The crowd, standing at his sides, shouts and whistles. “There is a new face here tonight, let’s give a warm welcome to Jisung and his Acura RSX!”
The crowd starts cheering and Taehyung thinks that no newbie could’ve ever made a worse choice than his.
Jisung waves his hand to the spectators through the windscreen, forcing a smile and swiping the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder.
“Of course, let’s not forget the same old dickheads that waste their time doing this shit: Namjoon, Daehyun, Taehyung and Yoongi, who officially joined our Race club even if he didn’t drink with us last time! I’m gonna remember that, you asshole.” Seokjin points the flag to the window of Yoongi’s car and Yoongi laughs, for the first time in the night.
Taehyung spots Jimin jumping on his place and clapping his hands, smiling like a middle school girl watching his crush. But he loves him anyway.
“Well then,” Seokjin walks again to the middle of the street in front of the cars, “Ready?”
Taehyung tightens his grip on the black steering wheel and tries to relax his back on the soft leather. He needs to be calm and he knows that better than anyone. Being nervous takes you nowhere but on the way to crash your car on the guardrail, and he definitely doesn’t want that after spending more than half of his annual salary from that shitty job in the office to buy and modify his baby.
Seokjin raises the flag in the air and Taehyung glances at his sides: Yoongi’s gaze is placed on the street ahead, Jisung looks like he’s going to have a panic attack.
“Set.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes and places his foot on the accelerator, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“GO!”
Taehyung slams his foot down on the gas and the car jolts forward into a burst of new life, making his baby moan a loud and low roar. The wheels kick up a cloud of gravel and dust in the air and the five cars speed on the street down to the city.
Taehyung shifts into higher gear, his left hand gripping the leather steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. A permanent smirk adorns his lips as he speeds down the dark street illuminated only by his car lights, his opponents on his tail and onlookers cheering from the blurring sidelines.
Adrenaline courses through his veins like rapid fire and he doesn’t care about anything else but victory.
Taehyung pulls the steering wheel, making a sharp right turn leaving Yoongi’s blue car a few feet behind. The familiar sound of screeching tires on the rough asphalt and low rumbling engines is something that Taehyung will never grow tired off. It feels like home, after too many years when he didn’t have one.
He bites his lips as he approaches a point he knows too damn well: a crossroad just before the residential area begins. To reach the finish line, he must take the tangential road that doesn’t go through the residential area, but goes just around it; but Taehyung knows a shortcut that goes in between the two, a road that is always empty because it’s more narrow and people are afraid of going fast there, but he knows that’s not something that can stop him and it’s not the first time he takes it, so when they reach the exact point, when the other four cars slightly slow down and turn to the right, he accelerates and turns to the left.
It’s darker than the other street where he was racing just before but it’s completely empty and he slams his foot down on the gas again, relaxing his back on the red leather seat and smirking as he knows that the victory is his again.
He turns the radio on and sings along The Killer’s Mr. Brightiside when his eyes catch on the rearview mirror a pair of red and blue lights glowing in the dark.
“Fucking hell.” He clicks his tongue and accelerates even more, hoping to leave the police car behind.
But as he gains speed, the police car seems to gain speed as well, so he surrenders and slows down, accosting his car at the edge of the street.
The police car slows down as well and stops just behind him. A black and white Toyota Supra with the police’s letters written on the sides in black and red; Taehyung understands immediately how it was able to keep up with his speed.
The door opens slowly as Taehyung tries to calm his adrenaline down and swipe the sweat from his forehead, and a young man gets out. Taehyung watches him walking towards his car through the side mirror and, damn — he’s hot.
The officer knocks on Taehyung’s window and he lowers it. “Good evening, officer” he smiles.
“Good evening, sir.” The officer leans his elbow on the lowered window, showing his muscled forearm under the rolled sleeves of his uniform. “Everything’s alright?”
Taehyung smiles and gives him a thumb up. “All right, officer. Is there any problem?”
The officer laughs showing a cute smile and Taehyung wants to smile as well and touch his little dimples, if it wasn’t for his fucking — sexy — uniform. “No problems here, other than a little thing that leaves me a little perplexed, you know what that could be?”
Taehyung pouts and scraps his chin, pretending to think. “Uhm… I really don’t know, what is it, officer?”
The officer snorts and the smirk leaves his face. “The problem here is that you were going at fucking 200 miles per hour on a tangential street with a car that was certainly modified by someone who certainly didn’t have any license to do that, don’t ya think that this is a serious problem, huh?”
Taehyung leans his back on the seat and comes closer to the officer’s face. “Is that such a big deal, officer?” He unzips his jacket, showing his builded smooth pectorals.
The officer lowers his gaze to look at his movement and licks his lips, then looks at him in the eyes again. He has big and round doe eyes and heart shaped lips that clash with his manly attitude and well built body, emphasized by his tight dark blue uniform. “It could be.”
Taehyung blinks his eyes and smirks, knowing he has the officer in his hand. “It could be, huh? How?” Like he doesn’t know that, but he loves playing the game and being the one in the lead of it. He knows too damn well that he’s hot as hell and no man or woman can resist his beauty and his sexiness.
The officer bites his lower lip once more, making it red, and looks at Taehyung’s body from bottom to top. Taehyung shifts in his place and spreads his legs open, thick thighs constrained in tight jeans showing.
“I don’t know, maybe you could show me?”
Taehyung takes a few seconds as the officer stands up from the window, unfastens his belt and opens the car door, climbing out of his beloved car.
The air at one in the night on the first days of May is chilly and a light wind ruffles his grey hair. They’re parked on a street far away from the city, surrounded by wheat fields and nothing else; it’s all dark except for the police’s car lights casted upon them.
The officer leans on the closed door, smirking, and unbuttons his dark blue shirt. “No need to take that off yet, officer, I like you with your uniform on. It turns me on.” He stops his hands and leaves the shirt slightly opened, showing only his collarbones. “How can I call you other than ‘officer’?”
“Jeongguk.” He breathes. “You can call me Jeongguk.”
Taehyung approaches him and places his hands on Jeongguk’s chest. “Okay, Jeongguk. You can call me Taehyung, or baby, if you like that more.” The smirk doesn’t leave his face and his eyes fill with lust.
Jeongguk holds Taehyung from his hips and brings him closer, making their crotches touch. “Well, baby, care to show me how you’re going to solve that little problem?”
Taehyung laughs softly, closing slowly the space between their faces and placing a hand on Jeongguk’s bulge under his trousers. “Of course, officer Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches as Taehyung palms him through his pants, and leans more on the car. “G— god.” He stutters.
Taehyung closes the space between them more until his lips brush Jeongguk’s as he talks. “Already hard, officer?”
Jeongguk gulps and stares at his eyes. “Racing makes me.”
“Oh, really? So I’m not the one responsible for this?” Taehyung presses harder and Jeongguk squirms under the touch.
“M— maybe partially, yeah.”
Taehyung laughs and shifts, connecting his lips to Jeongguk’s jaw and kissing it softly. “Sure. We’ll see.” He murmurs on Jeongguk’s soft and smooth skin, pulling out his tongue to lick on it.
Jeongguk exhales a low and short moan, enough to make Taehyung aroused and make him lick on the skin harder, pressing his body onto the other’s.
Taehyung keeps on kissing and biting Jeongguk’s neck, leaving red marks on the way, and palming the officer through his pants. Jeongguk cups Taehyung’s ass with strong and big hands and Taehyung moans on his skin.
“We don’t have all the time of the world, baby.” Jeongguk says with low voice and Taehyung pouts adorably, but immediately falls on his knees on the hard asphalt and smiles, stroking Jeongguk thick thighs to reach his crotch again.
“What do you want me to do, honey?” Taehyung asks, taking the pant’s zipper between his fingers and slowly pulling it down.
“You know what I want.” Jeongguk says, caressing Taehyung’s soft grey hair with one hand and keeping himself up by placing the other on the car.
“Say it.”
“I want you to suck my cock, baby.” Taehyung tugs the pants down enough so he can expose Jeongguk’s dick under his black underwear. “I want you to suck my cock like you’re born for it.”
Taehyung chuckles pulling down Jeongguk’s pants and taking his pretty and big cock in his hand. “I was born for it.”
Jeongguk inhales sharply when Taehyung presses his soft lips against the tip of his cock, breath warm and low. Taehyung smirks and drags his tongue along the head, circling it and leaving a stripe of shiny saliva on.
“T— Taehyung.” Jeongguk groans and Taehyung moves his lips up and down, mouthing Jeongguk’s length as it hardens even more.
Taehyung purrs in response, reaching back into Jeongguk’s boxers to stroke his ball with his fingers. Jeongguk bites his tongue in attempt to resist the urge to moan and tangles his fingers in Taehyung’s grey hair.
Taehyung pulls out slowly and licks the head.“You have such a big and thick cock, officer, I’d love to take this inside me.” Taehyung says with a hint of awe in his voice, as he nuzzles his cheeks against Jeongguk’s erection with his fingers still idly stroking near the base.
All the blood from Jeongguk’s brain has pooled down in his dick and he can’t think straight anymore, so he just grabs Taehyung’s hair again and pulls him down.
Finally, Taehyung takes Jeongguk into his mouth till the head of his cock touches the back of Taehyung’s throat and he moans around the length. Jeongguk’s hips twitch as the slick heat covers his dick and Taehyung takes it as an encouragement, sliding his lips even further, as much as he can take, and circling his tongue around the head.
Taehyung tries to take even more in, but he quickly pulls off, coughing slightly and breathing heavily. Jeongguk untangles his hand from Taehyung’s hair and caresses his cheek, as the other leans into the touch. “Are you okay?”
Taehyung kisses Jeongguk’s palm and nods. “I’m okay.”
He quickly takes Jeongguk back between those swollen lips and Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut, breathing heavily.
Taehyung pulls back to breathe, but instead of taking a break, he continues to lick up and down on Jeongguk’s erection, occasionally stopping to suck on the tip again.
Jeongguk can’t take anymore his urge to fuck down the other’s throat and eventually cups Taehyung’s cheeks to gently ease him off.
“I don’t want to choke you again, baby.”
Taehyung pouts, but the kind tone of Jeongguk’s voice makes his heart skip a beat. He stands up and leans on Jeongguk’s body, breathing on his lips and grinding on the other’s hips. “You’re so sweet Jeongguk, as sweet as much as your cock. I love it.”
Jeongguk groans and grinds as well, stroking Taehyung’s hips and ass cheeks. His hands go immediately to Taehyung’s pants’ zipper and lower it down along with his underwear, so they have hot flesh against hot flesh. Taehyung muffles his moan in the other’s neck and licks on it, as Jeongguk strokes their lengths together with one hand.
“You’re so hot, Taehyung.” Taehyung smirks on Jeongguk’s neck and presses his body on more.
“You know what’s hotter Jeongguk?” He asks, reaching Jeongguk’s earlobe and taking it in his teeth, whispering lowly. “Watching me riding your dick on the back seats of my car.”
Jeongguk groans deep in his throat and shoves Taehyung, just to open the back car’s door and push him inside. Taehyung lands on the leathered seat on his back and Jeongguk crawls on him, closing the door behind and unbuttoning his shirt.
Taehyung unzips his jacket as well and throws it on the front seats, before helping Jeongguk removing his shirt.
“I liked you with your uniform on, but I must admit that I like you even more without it.” Taehyung says with a smirk on his face, caressing Jeongguk’s sculpted pectorals and abdominals and making Jeongguk chuckle cutely.
“And I like you more without that stupid fake racer’s leather jacket.” Taehyung punches him on his hip and Jeongguk leans his body on the other’s, rolling his hips down on Taehyung’s crotch, before licking a stripe of saliva on Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung moans and rolls his hips as well, cupping Jeongguk’s ass and pushing him even closer so that their chest are pressed one on the other. “Why don’t you kiss me, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk raises his head and stares at him questioningly. “I— I didn’t know I was allowed to.”
“You’re allowed to do everything you want, officer.” Taehyung chuckles and brushes the hair from his face, spreading it on the red leather in contrast with his grey color, to look at Jeongguk better.
“Then I’m gonna do that, if you want.” Taehyung nods and Jeongguk doesn’t bother to wait to lean in. He curls a hand at the back of Taehyung’s neck, tugging him closer and closer and breathes out a soft sigh.
Taehyung inhales Jeongguk’s next sigh as their lips come together. His body is on auto pilot as Jeongguk increases the suction of his lips, and Taehyung retracts his hands to weave fingers through the officer’s hair, pulling him even closer. A whine leaves his throat, and suddenly, Jeongguk’s soft lips are gone and Taehyung blinks his eyes open in confusion.
“Wha—”
“Is this okay?” Jeongguk asks.
“Oh my god.” Taehyung groans and raise his head to dip back, parting his lips as they reconnect. He groans again as Jeongguk sucks his lower lip in and bites gently, just enough pressure before pulling away and repeating the motion. He opens his mouth wider, pushing his tongue against Jeongguk’s as the latter kneads heated fingertips down the sides of his abdomen to reach the waistline of his underwear and pull it down again.
Jeongguk removes Taehyung’s pants in a swift motion and leaves the latter laying naked on the seat under his thighs, so beautifully wrecked with red hickeys on his neck and pink lips slightly parted.
“Jeongguk.” Taehyung moans breathless and Jeongguk throws himself onto the other’s lips again, as his hand goes down to stroke Taehyung’s length. “Jeongguk.”
“Yeah, baby. What do you want?” Jeongguk breathes on Taehyung’s mouth and his neglected dick twitches in his pants asking to be touched too, and Jeongguk complies taking his pants and underwear off as well.
“I want you.” And Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told one more time; he lowers his head and sucks at Taehyung’s nipple, earning a loud moan, as he rolls his hips down again but this time without any clothes on.
“Do you— Do you have any—?”
“Of course, under the seats.” Jeongguk reaches the place with a hand and pulls out a little bottle of lube and a condom, before looking questioningly at Taehyung. “Gotta be prepared, right?”
Jeongguk doesn’t ask anything else, pops the bottle open and drizzles some of the cold liquid on his fingers, warming it up. He crawls back on Taehyung once again and presses his lips on the other’s, sliding his tongue between Taehyung’s parted lips and slowly approaches Taehyung’s hole with his finger, making the latter moan in the kiss.
Jeongguk gently pushes his finger through the rim and waites a few seconds, before pulling it in and out. Taehyung breathes faster and moans into the other’s mouth, arching his back deep and fucking himself on Jeongguk’s digit.
“More.” He says and Jeongguk doesn’t waste time to comply adding a second finger in, stretching Taehyung as he clenches on the digits. “More.”
“Are you sure?” Taehyung nods and kisses him deeply, clenching his tongue against Jeongguk’s as saliva goes down from his cheeks. Jeongguk adds a third finger and Taehyung cries out loud, fucking himself on the three and tugging Jeongguk’s hair to keep kissing him.
The fingers don’t stop pumping into Taehyung and his breath hitches as he tries to talk. “Hu— Hurry.”
Jeongguk pulls his fingers out, Taehyung’s hole clenching around air, and rips the condom wrap with his teeth, before rolling it on his hard and aching dick. He manhandles Taehyung and sits on the seat, placing Taehyung on his lap. “Are you gonna show me that, baby?”
Taehyung chuckles and tugs Jeongguk’s hair to kiss him again, like he could never grow tired of those pretty heart shaped lips. “Get ready, officer. You’re never going to see a pretty show like this.”
Jeongguk is so turned on, so needy, so worked up being at the edge like this, and Taehyung is like that too as he rolls his hips down, teasing the other.
“I’m gonna die if you don’t fucking ride me soon babe.”
Taehyung aligns Jeongguk’s dick with his hole with the help of one hand and slowly goes down on it, parting his lips in a silent moan. Jeongguk helps him by lowering him down with his hands on Taehyung’s hips and groans low in his throat.
“So fucking pretty.” He comments with low voice.
The angle is not the greatest sitting there like that, but Taehyung smiles as he gets himself more comfortable and flutters his eyes closed. “Am— Am I?” He asks.
Jeongguk nods into Taehyung’s neck and kisses the red hickeys he has left a few minutes before. “You are. You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
Taehyung moans at the compliment and his sight starts to cloud. He slowly raises his hips till Jeongguk’s cock touches softly on his rim and then slams himself down on it again.
He goes with a slow peace at first but soon starts to fuck himself up and down on that pretty big cock he has craved so much and lewd sounds leave his and Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Harder— Jeongguk. Harder.”
Taehyung is breathless with hair sticking on the sweat of his forehead and lips parted with saliva drooling down on his chin and Jeongguk thinks that he looks so fucking hot and sexy.
Jeongguk feels at the edge of reaching his orgasm, grips hard on Taehyung’s hips and starts to fuck him deeply and harder, earning a cry of pleasure from his mouth.
“J— Jeon—“
The flared head of Jeongguk's cock flicks over something deep inside Taehyung that makes his lips go numb with each thrust. Taehyung can hear himself babbling, begging, but he's too swept up to feel self-conscious as he ruts down on Jeongguk's cock for more.
His hand flies over his own shaft, and he barely remembers to breathe as he focuses on the pleasure building. And surely, it should never, ever end, but Jeongguk starts repeating his name faster and faster, and his hand covers Taehyung's to help, and Taehyung's eyes roll back in his head as his vision whites out.
His orgasm rocks him from his groin outward all the way to his fingertips, his abdomen and Jeongguk’s, and he whimpers as he feels Jeongguk pulsing and swelling inside him as he follows suit.
Jeongguk sags against Taehyung’s chest, barely propping up as he gasps for breath, sweat rolling down his face. He's looking down at Taehyung’s abdomen and sees the white streaks on his skin, before raising his head up to look at the other’s eyes.
Taehyung is managing to recover his breath and steads himself by gripping on Jeongguk’s strong shoulders. “See something you like?”
“I do.” Jeongguk answers with a tired voice, lifting Taehyung and pulling himself out of him.
Taehyung winces at the movement and collapses on the seat next to Jeongguk, who yanks the condom off and tosses it away from the window.
They stay in silence for a couple of minutes, Jeongguk trying to calm his breathing and Taehyung doing the same, staring at the officer’s face.
“Was the show enough to solve the problem, officer?” Taehyung chuckles and Jeongguk shows a cute bunny smile, making Taehyung’s heart melt.
“Absolutely.” He laughs and puts his pants on, followed by his shirt. “You okay?”
Taehyung nods and smiles, putting his clothes on as well. “Never been better.”
Jeongguks opens the car’s door and gets out, cold air impacting on his skin and making him shiver. Taehyung follows him outside and hugs himself as the wind blows on them.
The moon is still shining bright in the sky and the road is still empty and dark, if it wasn’t for the police car’s lights still on.
“There’s nothing to do here anymore, I guess?” Taehyung asks as he opens the car’s front door. Jeongguk nods and lowers his gaze to his shoes, shifting on one foot then on the other. He looks like he wants to say something. “Do you have something to say Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk stares at Taehyung’s eyes and immediately looks away, Taehyung is not sure if the red colouring his cheeks is because of the sex they just had or for something else. “W— Well—“
Taehyung rolls his eyes and smiles. “C’mon, you can say that.”
Jeongguk stops shifting, looks at Taehyung eyes and clears his voice. “Well. Do you— Would you— Like— Want to go on a date?” He says it so fast that Taehyung needs a few seconds to understand what he has said and then bursts into a laughter. “Wha— What is it?”
Taehyung swipes a tear from the corner of his eyes. “Give me your phone.” Jeongguk complies and hands it to Taehyung, who takes it and writes a number on it, before handing it to the owner again. “That’s my number. I’m free every day after 6 pm except for Friday when I have the car races and some of the Saturday’s when Jimin needs someone to take him to move his hips and grinds his ass on boys’ crotches at the club.”
Taehyung crawls back inside his seat and closes the door, rolling down his window. “So— So I can call you whenever I want?”
“Whenever you want, sweetie.” Taehyung winks and turns the car on, earning a loud roar from the engine. “Thank you for tonight officer, I had a lot of fun.”
But before Jeongguk can answer the same, Taehyung slams his foot down on the accelerator and the car speeds back on the empty and dark road, turning it to life.
Taehyung is driving fast, gaze set on the road ahead of him, when his phone rings.
“Hello?” He answers, keeping the phone between his shoulder and his cheek. “Jeongguk?”
“Jeongguk?!” A high voice trills from the other side of the line. “Who the fuck is that? I’m Jimin you fucking asshole!”
“Ah, Jimin!” Taehyung takes the phone in his right hand to hear better. “What’s the matter?” He dodges a rabbit hopping in the middle of the road and accelerates even more.
“The matter is that the race ended half an hour ago and you’re not here yet, where the fuck are you? I’ve called you like ten times!”
Taehyung chuckles. “I had some… problems, you know.”
“No I don’t know, but I know I’m going to kick you in the ass until you beg me to stop.”
“You know I will never ask you to stop, don’t you?”
He hears a sigh coming from the other sides and smiles, exhaling a deep breath and relaxing on the seat. “Whatever. Yoongi was first, we’re going out to drink a beer together and he’s coming too, you wanna join?”
“Sure I’ll join, but— Yoongi? That fucker?”
“Yes, that one. He’s pretty nice though, he’s the only one who waited for me waiting for you to come, while the others left to the pub like twenty minutes ago.”
“Ahh, such a sweetheart.” Taehyung mocks him.
“A sweetheart who got first place.”
Taehyung laughs again and slams his foot down on the gas like he could go even more faster, engine growling into the darkness of the night. “Whatever, see you there.”
Jimin has no time to answer as Taehyung ends the call. Left hand still gripping on the steering wheel, he unlocks his phone and reads the first message that pops up on the screen.
Unknown
Hey. It’s Jeongguk.
And Taehyung smiles looking back at the road.
Yoongi might have got first place on a race, but Taehyung definitely got first place on something else.
Who’s the winner here?