"I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice husky with emotion.

I blushed bright red, looking down as I tried to hide my face in the crook of Jungkook's neck. He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my back. The feeling was soothing, grounding me in the moment. As we sat in each other's embrace, the kiss kept replaying in my mind. It was beautiful, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. Jungkook was an amazing kisser; his lips felt like home, like watching your comfort show cuddled up in your favorite blanket.

And he tasted amazing! Like...

Like strawberries and cigarettes.

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As Jungkook and I lay side by side on the bedsheet, gazing up at the stars, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The night sky stretched endlessly above us, a vast canvas adorned with twinkling lights. And in that moment, it felt like the entire universe was ours to explore.

Suddenly, Jungkook spoke, his voice soft and filled with a hint of melancholy, "You know... I've never brought anyone to this place before. This is my special place."

I turned to him, a mix of curiosity and confusion flickering in my eyes. If this spot held such significance for him, why had he chosen to share it with me? And what made it so special?

He continued to gaze at the stars, his expression unreadable. I hesitated for a moment before quietly asking, "Then, why did you bring me here?"

For a moment, Jungkook remained silent, his grip on my hand tightening ever so slightly. And then, as if overcome by a wave of emotion, a single tear slid down his cheek.

"I wanted him to meet you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

I asked," Who??

Jungkook spoke, " Do you know why I became a Racer?"

As Jungkook's words hung heavy in the air, I listened, my heart aching with the weight of his pain. His story unfolded like a tragedy, each word revealing layers of loss and sorrow that he had carried for so long.

"My mother died when I was 3 years old. My dad was a drug addict," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and bitterness. "He was never home, and I didn't even consider him my dad. The only person I considered my family was my older brother. His name was Junghyun. He was 5 years older than me. He took care of me. He raised me."

I nodded, my eyes fixed on Jungkook as he spoke, his words painting a vivid picture of the bond he shared with his brother.

"He always gave me whatever I wanted and always kept me happy and safe," Jungkook continued, his voice softening with memories. "He was very fond of driving. He loved cars. He taught me how to drive when I was 12. It was the best day ever. He taught me how to drive, we ate ice cream. We went to a fair. Played lots of games... This was his favorite place. This was our favorite place. We used to come here at night a lot of times, and have fun. We used to spend the night here."

I listened, captivated by Jungkook's words, but also overwhelmed by the depth of his loss. And then, he spoke of her – the girl who had stolen his brother's heart, only to become the source of his ultimate tragedy.

"He was in love with this girl," Jungkook whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "She was the daughter of a gangster, though. They dated secretly for a long time. But... when her father found out, he killed Hyung... He killed him... He couldn't make it. I lost Hyung. The only person who ever mattered to me."

As Jungkook spoke, his words pierced through the silence of the night, carrying with them the weight of his longing and the depth of his love for his brother. My heart ached as I listened, the tears in my eyes mirroring the sorrow in his voice.

"I wanted him to meet you. He would have loved you. And you would have loved him," Jungkook whispered, his words filled with a bittersweet yearning. "He was a good guy. I had promised him that when we both grew up, I would bring the love of my life, and he would bring Nyx, the girl he loved, here... And this would be the special place for the four of us."

"He had told me that when people die, they become stars... And I think he is that star," Jungkook murmured, his voice tinged with reverence. "He knows you. I have been talking to him every night about you. I think he loves you too."

I shifted closer to Jungkook, enveloping him in a comforting embrace as I pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. My lips lingered there for a moment, conveying the depth of my care and understanding.

"I'm sure he's very proud of you," I murmured softly, my words carrying the weight of sincerity. "And he loves you very much, even today. He wishes the best for you."

With each whispered reassurance, I hoped to ease the ache in Jungkook's heart, to remind him of the enduring bond he shared with his brother. My own heart swelled with gratitude for his vulnerability, for allowing me into this sacred part of his past.

"And I am grateful you wanted to share this with me," I continued, my voice a gentle murmur against the quiet of the night. "Don't worry. Your Hyung is in a happier place now."

I gazed into Jungkook's eyes, my own filled with warmth and understanding. "He must be looking over us right now, a beautiful smile adorning his face. He must be smiling at you."

As the night unfolded around us, we remained intertwined, finding solace in each other's presence. With our fingers laced together and our bodies pressed close, we lay beneath the canopy of stars, a silent testament to the unspoken bond that had formed between us.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, but in the best possible way, as we shared stories, whispered secrets, and reveled in the simple pleasure of being together. The weight of the world melted away, leaving only the gentle rhythm of our breathing and the soft murmur of our voices.

In that tranquil embrace, we found refuge from the tumult of life, cocooned in a sanctuary of warmth and affection. As the night wore on, the stars overhead seemed to twinkle with an added brilliance, as if mirroring the light that radiated from within us.