purple hair koo was a dream come true.^
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The adrenaline was a fun high. When it comes from a sense of fun, adventure and self-love, it's wonderful. Yet it comes from the bad kind of fear too, the kind that pings your primitive self, your fear, your bad memories, your survival drive. That's the bad sort.

Adrenaline plus excitement equals fun. Adrenaline plus fear equals pain. It's all about getting the recipe right.

Just like the first time, the arena was filled with obnoxious fans. The same rush, the same excitement and the same anticipation. The same hooting and yelling as well. From children to elders; guess racing was really an addictive sport.

Currently, you were standing in the VIP section - thanks to your brother - with a half eaten corn dog in hand and looking at your phone when you received a text from the aforementioned.

-'Grandpa😘: Reached safely?

You: Yup, safe and sound. Go eat something now and rest.

Grandpa😘: Yeah, i'm eating while watching the race live ;)'-

You rolled your eyes and replied with a 'fine' before scrolling down to call Jungkook. A few rings in, he didn't pick up. You sighed.

After Baekhyun had dropped you home, the first thing that came into your sight was a very enthusiastic Yoongi happily sipping his coke while watching a basketball match on tv with both his legs perched atop the tea table and a large packet of Doritos on his lap.

Perks of breaking both the legs and not attending university.

Rolling your eyes and after greeting him, you had immediately ascended up the stairs and into your room to freshen up before plopping on the bed and finally calling Jungkook. You were obviously very confused and worried about his sudden disappearance.

Never even once had he picked up your calls or called back nor read your texts.

You were in the midst of curling your hair when you had surprisingly received a message from him at 7pm exactly informing that he was waiting outside for you. You definitely thought he wouldn't come to pick you up and had decided to hail a cab.

You had rapidly gotten ready before rushing downstairs and saying goodbye to your brother - who was still watching tv - and closed the door.

Right after you had stepped out, you were met with the sight of Jungkook in all his black outfit glory leaning on his car and arms crossed across his chest, looking sideways and deep in thought. He looked simple...simple yet elegant.

He had only passed a single glance your way before settling in the car and not muttering anything.

Well, that's what he did all the way, ignore you. Even when you had greeted him, asked him how your outfit was (which consisted only of a navy blue full sleeves dress, flowy from the waist down till your calf, but you had put extra effort in the makeup at least), even blasted off Boss Bitch on the radio and sung like the absolute maniac you were and still, zero response.

You were sure you had spotted a tiny grin etched onto his lips when you were throwing finger guns his way during your mini concert, but it was gone before you even had the time to confirm it existed.

Annoyed, you had asked, more like commanded him to drop you off near the corn dog stall - which he actually did - if he kept ignoring you. You were gaping as he drove off, leaving you in the middle of nowhere. I mean, not actually anywhere, the stadium doors were literally a two minute walk from where you had stood and you could actually watch people happily entering the gates. But still, the audacity he had to dump you and go away like that !

You scoffed, remembering about the events that unfolded not even twenty minutes ago.

One thing was still bugging you though. In the midst of everything, you had forgotten to wish him good luck. Sure, he was being an absolute brat but he deserved all the motivation right now considering it was the semi-finals today. The match that will take him to the finals and further determine his future.

Calling or texting wasn't an option anymore seeing he must be busy preparing plus it's a doubt he would pick up your call even if he was free.

You huffed, there was only one choice left then; visiting him backstage.

And that's exactly what you did as you now passed by several doors to reach him. It took a little effort to get past the security considering you were a nobody but you guess one call to Yoongi was enough for them to let you in.

Last time you had easily gotten in because of no security since the match was over plus you had no clue where you had stood was the backstage area where racers got ready before a match. It was taking you longer than expected to find his room now due to so many staff members bustling around. After what felt like ages, you finally spotted a mahogany door at the far end corner, the nameplate displaying Bunny written across it in bold letters.

That name. You sometimes forget Jungkook actually named himself a literal Bunny in the racing world.

Your last encounter here was pretty scandalous. You shuddered at the thought. Plus the area looked quite different compared to last time considering there were bright lights hung above rather than the dim ones. And the doors were mahogany, not black. Definitely different.

Nearing the door, you took a few deep breaths to calm your racing thoughts before gently tapping your knuckles against the door. There was some shuffling inside before you heard the door unlock followed by a soft 'come in!'.

Opening the door, you slowly looked up only to gasp in surprise, "J-Jungkook!" You instantly covered your eyes, flustered.

The latter too looked up in alarm and muttered a loud 'oh shit!' before frantically scrambling to find his clothes.

That's right. Jungkook was clad in nothing but his boxers and was presumably performing some push-ups until you entered.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He bellowed while hastily pulling the leather pants up his legs.

"Why the fuck are you naked?!" You yelled back, your back now completely turned towards him.

"I wasn't naked!" His voice was muffled as he was putting on a shirt but you managed to make out his words.

"Whatever! Are you done yet?!" You yelled again, the image of his glorious body stuck in your brain making your cheeks burn a brighter red.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm done." You cautiously turned around and peeked from between your hands covering your eyes. When you saw he was fully dressed, you breathed a sigh of relief before fully turning around and dropped your hand by your side.

He was slightly sweating, you noticed. His chest heaving up and down probably from the exercises he was doing just now. You also noticed how he was staring at you with annoyance clear in his eyes but the pink hue on his cheeks made him appear more like an angry puppy. You resisted the urge to snort.

When he still didn't speak and kept staring, you raised your brow. "What? Not my fault you allow people to barge in and see you naked."

"I don't just let anyone in, Aera." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, I just got a demo of that." He huffed.

"I thought it was my manager because only he comes in but that's besides the point, what are you doing here?" He turned sideways and started to wipe the sweat using a towel.

"So, you're telling me you let your body on full display for your manager to watch and enjoy the show?" He paused in his actions and looked at you with droopy lids.

"Ha ha, very funny." He deadpanned and resumed his actions. You just waved your hand in the air.

"No, but seriously, why were you naked?" You curiously inquired.

He sighed. "I always warm up my body by exercising before the race and then get dressed into my usual racing clothes." He absent-mindedly pointed towards the outfit he now wore.

It was the same outfit you saw him wearing the last time you came to watch the match. Black leather pants and a half sleeves black t-shirt. His black leather jacket and the infamous monkey cap placed on the couch behind him.

"Now, what are you doing here?" You snapped your head towards him and saw him patiently waiting for you to answer with an eyebrow raised in question.

You cleared your throat. "Why were you ignoring me?" You looked at him expectantly.

You saw his eyes widen a fraction as if he came to some realisation before he abruptly turned around and strolled towards where his jacket and cap was kept.

You stared at him. "Umm, Jungkook? I asked you something."

And here we go again with the ignoring shit. To say that you were dumbfounded would be an understatement. He was literally responding to you a few moments ago. It's as if the question triggered something.

You huffed, irritated at his inexcusable behaviour. "What the heck, Jungkook! Why are you not talking to me?" You exclaimed a bit loudly.

Upon receiving no response for the fiftieth time that day, you stalked towards where he stood adjusting his jacket after putting it on, and vigorously turned him around by his shoulders to face you.

He was startled for a second but composed himself and stood straight, still not looking at you and fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket instead.

You gritted your teeth, "Will you tell me what's wrong with you? Why the fuck are you acting this way?" At this point you didn't care if your voice could be heard outside the closed door. You just wanted to know what happened for him to ignore you this way.

"It's whatever." He lowly mumbled.

You scoffed, suddenly having the urge to punch his stupidly handsome face. But before you could continue speaking, there was a knock on the door and then someone entered.

It was a male staff member who came in to inform Jungkook that the race will start in fifteen minutes and all the racers are required to take position in the next ten minutes, and left.

You then turned to look Jungkook in the eye who did the same. You knew he won't answer you properly now and as infuriating as it was, you didn't want to pressure him and make him more stressed than he already was due to the race.

So with your brows furrowed and an angry pout present on your lips, you fiercely - but careful not to hurt him - grabbed his jaw and turned his face sideways before getting on your tippy toes and aggressively planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Good luck, idiot!" You furiously spat before turning around and stomping away, leaving him standing there speechless with a hand placed to his cheek.

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"And now, Max overpowers Bunny and Do Hyun!" The commentator's loud voice boomed across the arena and some people hollered while most of them sulked.

Instead of the usual two racers, there was one more addition to tonight's race. Apparently, the opponent Max was supposed to race against AG-D aka your brother, but due to his injury there was no match conducted which left out Max.

Max's manager of course couldn't let another racer's accident affect his racer so he talked with the board of directors and somehow convinced them to let Max race tonight because c'mon, which racer would like to miss out on an opportunity of a free ticket to the semi-finals? And if his luck was good, he might as well win and head straight to the finals.

The rules never wavered though; only the winner gets to proceed to the finale. The other two opponents went straight home.

And that is currently why you were nervously biting your nails. The race had kick started to a good start with Jungkook leading. But evidently, the extra opponent, Max, kept playing dirty.

He was occasionally but not harshly bumping his car into Jungkook's to steer him out of control. Even now, as Jungkook tried dodging his attack and getting ahead of him, that evil bitch kept riding in front of Jungkook to block him from going ahead.

The third opponent, Do Hyun had no choice but to keep riding at a moderate pace behind the other two so as to not collide into either of them if anyone indeed loses control.

In conclusion; it was either Jungkook or Max. There was a very slim chance for Do Hyun to overpower the two. For that, he will have to break through the other two cars almost riding side by side (Jungkook a bit behind due to Max's dirty tricks) at the same speed but if he does that, Jungkook's car will be thrown to the side into the grass while Max's car will be thrashed into the wall beside him. And you certainly do not want that to happen. It's not like you care for Max, it's because there's a high chance Jungkook's car might tumble over because of the open space and that might cost him his life.

So far, you think you and Do Hyun are sharing the same brain cells because you could clearly see him not having any intention of getting between the two cars and causing a massive explosion of sorts. He's been driving at a moderate place and a few metres away from the other but you are sure he wouldn't hesitate to take an advantage if he spotted an opening.

"Now we proceed into the third and final lap and Max is still leading with Bunny and Do Hyun hot on his trail."

You gritted your teeth, frustrated. Are those people not able to see that bitch clearly cheating?! But then again, Max was not literally ramming his car into Jungkook's, he was just threatening to ram by moving his car the latter's way knowing that Jungkook would steer away from him which will eventually lead him to slow down his pace by a fraction to save himself from getting knocked over.

At this point, none of the two cared about the third opponent behind them but then they had to because suddenly, Do Hyun was coming forward in full speed between the two which was not what you wanted.

What the fuck is he thinking?!

You heard the crowd gasp as now Do Hyun was directly between the other two, their pace the same and side by side as Max cannot bump into Jungkook which led him to come forward.

This was terrifying.

One wrong move and all three will be in danger. Not like they weren't right now but at least no one was bumping- or threatening to bump into the other.

Or that's what you thought.

Ever since you've known Jungkook - which is only for five months now - you always knew he was the type to never back out. The competitive type who doesn't like to lose. Always wanting to win whether it be by hook or by crook. He too can play dirty, just like that time when you all went hiking and he legit tied your shoelaces to hold you back.

And that's exactly what he did now; play dirty.

He knew that if Max's trick worked on him, the same trick would eventually work on Do Hyun because he was not Max. With that thought, he did the same as what Max had done; threatened to ram his car into Do Hyun's.

By now you can guess what must've happened.

As soon as Jungkook moved his car to the right in order to 'ram' into Do Hyun, the latter, as expected, acted on instinct and steered his car to his right to save himself, which was a little too hardly because the very next moment, Max's car thrashed directly into the wall beside him as he too tried to avoid Do Hyun crashing into him but eventually ended up in the wall.

Both Max and Do Hyun's car slowed down - one due to the abrupt crash and one due to shock.

Taking advantage of his distracted opponents, Jungkook immediately selected the 7th and highest gear through the two paddles situated behind the steering wheel and swiftly accelerated past them.

Max regained his composure and tried to push past Do Hyun but the latter was faster as he also tried to go forward at the same time as Max but ultimately, both bumped into each other, again. This time they steered completely out of control as their cars turned in circles on the pavement and subsequently ended up in the grass.

You, who had your fingers crossed, gaped at the commotion in astonishment because just as they both collided, Jungkook's car drifted past the finishing line; the throttling sound of his revved up Ferrari more powerful than usual.

You broke out of your trance when you registered the obnoxious howling of the crowd and immediately shot out of your seat.

"MY KOO FUCKING WON! HA, BITCHES, LOOK WHO'S THE REAL KING!" You instantly halted your loud ass screeching and clapping noticing the judgy glances being thrown your way.

Smiling sheepishly, you pointed your finger to the front, "Ha ha uh- he uh- won, Bunny! Bunny won...haha." You gulped and looked ahead.

Detecting Jungkook getting out of the car, you straight away sauntered to the exit - ignoring the trivial glances on the way - to get to the backstage where Jungkook had asked you to meet (in the text he sent after you had angrily settled in the VIP lounge) after the race was over.

Wayfaring past the bustling staff, you spotted Jungkook's room but before you could near the door, a voice startled you from behind.

"Aera?" You whipped your head around to come face to face with Baekhyun.

"You scared me!" You exclaimed softly with a hand placed on your chest.

The latter chuckled and strolled your way. He was clad in a simple grey t-shirt with some black cargo pants, a silver chain around his neck and a black leather bracelet clasped around his wrist.

"Sorry about that. What are you doing here?" He came to stand in front of you with his hands placed inside his pant's pockets.

"Oh, I came to watch Jung-" You instantly clamped your mouth shut when you realised you were not supposed to tell anyone about Jungkook's secret.

"Eh- I mean, I came to watch B-Bunny." You bit your lip hoping he didn't catch your slip up.

"Jeon Jungkook, I know." Your eyes slightly widened.

"H-How do you know...?"

"Well, shouldn't I know about my opponent who I'll be competing against in the finals next week?" He questioned, amused when your eyes enlarged even more.

"What?! You-you're a racer too?!"

"Yep. Hello, Miss Aera. I'm B, nice to meet you." He cheekily grinned and extended his hand forward for a shake.

You scoffed in disbelief and slapped his hand away. "Wow. So, you're B. Since when?"

"For a year now." You hummed.

"You entered the finals and will be competing against Jungkook, yeah?" You questioned.

"Yes. I hope you cheer for me to win the finals." He winked at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "As if."

He chuckled. "Anyways, I gotta go now. See ya." You muttered an 'okay' and waved at him.

Just as Baekhyun was about to leave, something caught his eye in the back.

You were caught off guard when he suddenly pulled you in a tight hug. "Oof- what is this for?" You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck nevertheless. It was not the first time you both were hugging anyway.

"Nothing, just felt like hugging you. You look beautiful by the way." You felt your cheeks slightly turn rosy at the compliment.

"Thank you, you look handsome too." You giggled.

"What the fuck?" A voice boomed from behind making you jolt and break the hug.

You turned around to find Jungkook standing there, his face morphed into an aggravated one as he looked back and forth between you and Baekhyun.

"Oh hey, Jungkook. Congratulations for winning the match today." Baekhyun complimented the latter with a grin.

"Thanks." Jungkook replied with that same bitter tone, his eyes not leaving your confused ones.

His gaze then flickered down to where Baekhyun's hand still rested on your waist and yours on his bicep; his fists clenching at the sight.

"Well, I gotta go now. See you at the finale, good luck."

"Yeah, can't wait to see you lose." Jungkook retorted.

Baekhyun chuckled. "In your dreams, mate." He smirked at the latter who in return could only glare.

He then turned towards you and pecked your cheek. "See you soon, Señorita. Looking forward to hearing you cheer for me at the finals." He winked before walking off.

You who were startled at the unexpected kiss could only watch with wide eyes as he strutted away and out of sight but before you could even move an inch, you were harshly yanked forward by your wrist.

"Wha-" You saw the back of Jungkook's head as he dragged you into the room and closed it behind you.

He then proceeded to throw his jacket on the couch and turned to face you with his rage filled face.

"Jungkook, what-" You suddenly felt your back hit the closed door as Jungkook hovered over your alarmed form, his hands placed on either side of your head trapping you in.

"Jungkook, what is this?" You questioned his actions with a stern gaze and placed your hands on his chest to push him off of you but he didn't even budge from his spot.

"Why, you certainly liked that hug and kiss of his so why not this, hm?" His tone was eerily calm but his features stated otherwise.

"What? Who are you talking about?" You looked into his orbs, confused.

"Byun Baekhyun, I'm talking about that shit piece of ass." Your brows furrowed in irritation.

"What is it with you? Why does it matter to you what I do with him?" Jungkook's jaw clenched in anger, his eyes ablaze with wrath. He stepped even closer, his forehead almost touching yours.

"Oh, so what, you're gonna be one of his bitches or something?" He spat through gritted teeth.

You felt hurt and anger fill up your veins at once at his statement. Is this what he thought of you?

Your gaze hardened as you furiously retorted back, "Why, what's your problem hm? My wish if I fucking hug him, my wish if i fucking kiss him! Who the fuck are you to tell me otherwise huh?! What's wrong with y- mmf."

A pair of soft lips powerfully landing on your pliant ones is what cut off your rambling. You shut your eyes on instinct, still shell shocked but felt yourself slightly relax when those pillowy lips gently started to move against yours.

Your hand travelled upwards and fisted onto the t-shirt but just as you were about to move your lips, the warmth on your lips dissipated.

You opened your eyes, still dazed and your senses clouded as you gazed into Jungkook's panicked orbs.

Seeing the unreadable expression on your face, Jungkook gulped and mentally cursed himself for acting on impulse.

He didn't know what happened but when he heard you talk about kissing Baekhyun, he felt pure vexation cloud his senses and he had to somehow shut your mouth, so he did what first came to mind; kiss those filter-less but rosy lips of yours.

He was snapped out of his trance when he felt your hands gripping his top and realised he fucked up big time.

"A-Aera..." He started, trying to explain his actions while gazing into your slightly droopy eyes.

"I-I don't k-know what happened-..." Your eyes fell on his mouth, mind not registering anything that he was rambling at the moment, only focusing on those red lips of his as they moved.

So soft and plump and warm.

You wanted to feel them again.

Irritated, you looked up at him as he was still rambling, frantically moving his hands in the air and gaze not meeting yours.

"...-I'm so-sorry, I will un-understand if-" Tip toeing, you placed your hand on his nape and forcibly pushed him down before slotting your mouth with his, again.

Jungkook's eyes were wide open, his mind in a state of shock but he soon recovered from it and closed his eyes when he felt your lips slowly moving against his. He slowly started to move his own pair of lips too.

It felt like stars colliding, like the first drops of rain in a desert after years of aridity, like the waves of the ocean knocking down everything in its path; powerful and intense yet gentle and delicious.

You felt Jungkook's arms tighten around your waist as he pulled you even closer. Your hand was resting at his nape, raising upwards to gently weave and play with his soft brown locks.

He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, almost pressing you against the door. A low moan left your throat when he nibbled at your bottom lip. You were no less as you tugged at his locks and then proceeded to softly bite and nip at his upper lip, receiving a satisfied groan in return.

This went on for a few minutes before you both slowly pulled away, the kiss and lack of breath leaving you both utterly short-winded but blissful nevertheless.

Forehead leaning against each other, you both slowly regained your breaths but no one opened their eyes, too shy to face the other.

Your heart was thudding against your ribcage and your cheeks were painted a pretty shade of scarlet, eyes still closed and hands wrapped around his neck. You were in no way ready to face the latter.

Jungkook on the other hand was feeling the same. Heart fluttering and cheeks equally a bright crimson. His stomach flipping as he thought of how you had kissed him back. He felt happy that you didn't push him away.

The shrill voice of his phone ringing was what snapped you both out of your dazed minds.

Opening your eyes, you felt your heart palpitating when your gaze locked with his. Both scanned each other's flustered faces before you averted your gaze from his and looked down.

"Uh..." Jungkook blinked a few times as he walked towards where his phone lay on the couch. He frowned upon looking at the caller ID before swiping the answer icon.

"Hello, Officer Kwon." You who were looking at the ground immediately snapped your head towards where he stood after he greeted the Officer.

"Yes, we are available right now." Jungkook furrowed his brows in confusion and glanced your way. You walked and stood next to him, curious.

"Um, may I know why we're being called over?" Jungkook asked, shrugging and mouthing a 'no idea' when you bobbed your head in a questioning manner.

"Put it on speaker." You whispered to Jungkook who complied to your demand, clicking the speaker icon and holding the phone between you two.

"The car whose number plate we had noted down, we had found its owner and had a talk with him. The car was actually rented from a shop; smart move. So, my team had gone through the register log to see whose name the car was being rented after. The name that we found was quite surprising actually..."

You bit your lip, urging Jungkook to speak.

"Oh, I see. Who- what is the name...?" Jungkook questioned, slightly distressed.

A pause.

And the very next moment, the sound of a phone dropping on the ground echoed throughout the ear splittingly silence room.

"Taehyung, Kim Taehyung."

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/N: Hope you liked the surprise! Or well, surprises. ;)

So much has happened in just one month ugh. Starting from my exams being cancelled (cries in ddaeng) and me graduating. And then BUTTER and sowozoo concert, Billboard Hot100 X 5 no.1 and now Butter concept pics + Permission to dance.

Starting off with Butter, the most refreshing summer song to ever exist. period.

Sowoozoo concert; OT7 Daechwita and CNS performance, fucking marvellous. And Daddy Jungkook's tats and piercing and crop top ofc.

Billboard Hot 100 no.1 for five weeks in a row; congratulations to my seven angels, well deserved ! ✨

Butter concept pics; we got BTS in handcuffs, fuck yes. Taehyung with long hair, fuck me. All the four concepts and the pictures? Exquisite asf.

Hotel? Trivago.

Sowozoo Daddy Jeongguk in a nutshell aka D.E.A.T.H. :')