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seobstarr · 10 months

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paring!: street racer!Keeho x street racer!fem reader

genre!: action, fluff?,

tropes!: mutual pining, rivals to lovers (kinda),

synopsis!: After a few bets within the lower ring of the street racing business you and your brother decided that it was time for you to move up to his league, not knowing that the person you would go up against for your first major race was Jiungs longtime rival, Yoon Keeho and he is pretty damn good at his profession (and the sweet talking he does to you and only you)

warnings!: profanity, dangerous actions(like stunts NO SMUT DONT THINK LIKE THAT), iilegal bidding, iilegal racing,

songs!: shut up and drive- rihanna, teenage dirtbag- wheatus, baby- brandy, yes or no- jungkook,

Stretching out from another long ride to the backstreets of Seoul, you turn the engine off to your car. The rustling and loud rutter dim into a silent growl. Opening your eyes from the godly stretch, you observe the crowd blocking the main street. The atmosphere here is different—nothing compared to the slow and small crowds from the streets you've played. Your posture naturally crouches over the steering wheel out of habit, scoping out the competition and the cars you and your baby are up against.

Somewhere in between the crowd of ladies and men surrounding the cars, you spot your brother and some of his friends. Red cups in their hands as they lean against his iconic bumblebee yellow Mitsubishi, a staple from his rise to power in the ring.

A knock on the tinted windows of your Mustang derails your train of thought. Your head snaps to the window, the knuckle that knocked once about to do it again, but before it can, you roll the window down halfway. In the cold air of summer, there he stood, hands dug deep into his jacket pockets, face blocked by the roof of the car. He wasn't bent down to talk face to face.

“Y/N?” he asks

"Who’s asking?" you respond, the constant reminder set in your head by your brother making you cautious. You hear him chuckle a bit, and his lower half bends down, hand resting on the hood of the Corvette to stabilize him.

"Yoon Keeho, It's good to finally meet Jiung's infamous sister, everybody from the lower districts has been talking about," he says. You examine his face, trying to place where you've heard his name before.

The slight smile on his face never fades as you make eye contact with him, staring him down. His jet-black hair barely covers his forehead, and the leather jacket fits his muscular build perfectly. "Not much of a talker, are you?" he remarks after your lack of response.

"Nah, I prefer to stare," you sarcastically smirk. His laughter is prominent, and his head hangs low for a second.

"Anyway, Keeho, did you come here for something?"

His eyebrows furrow for a minute, unsure of what you were asking. "To race?"

"No, to my car. What brings you to my car?" you explain slowly, and his face finally lights up. You sigh at how dense your brother's rival is. "Well, I saw the blue Mustang and bet it was you. By the talks, you’ve sure made a name for yourself out in the racing world, as expected she's a beauty."

His voice is like smooth hazelnut butter, silky and thick. His free hand caresses the headlight as he admires the customized car he's stretched over. You can feel his fingers tap the top of your hood in anticipation. "Good to hear you approve," you huff out a response, your hands clutching the steering wheel harder as the conversation rolls on. "Now, if you don’t mind taking your hands off my baby, I just shined her," you smugly smile.

His hands go up in a sarcastic defense as he stands up, now showing you his full body proportions. "I should get going; my brother's waiting."

"Oh, I think your brother has waited enough," his smile reaches the tips of his ears this time, showing the eye smile that naturally graces his face. "Hey, I saw you pull in, why haven’t you come say hi to the guys—"

Jiung cuts his own sentence short as his eyes connect with Keeho's. "Keeho," he deadpans, leaning against the passenger's side of the car, arms folding in.

"Jiung," Keeho's smile fades quickly into a serious thin line, chin following up into a stare. His hands slide into his pockets. "Planning on beating me this round?"

"I would, but my name isn't on the lineup for tonight."

Yoon Keeho. His name almost melts off your tongue, seems natural from the way Jiung says it. Your eyes widen at the instant click in connection your mind realizes. "Don’t play with me, Choi. You know whose name is there, who?"

How could you have not known from the way his voice had comfortably strayed with you “Hers.” Jiung says again and you could just picture the smirk in his tone. Yoon Keeho, Jiung's racing rival since you could remember.

The way you've been swirling your red cup, you could've been mixing drinks as a bartender by now. If Keeho was Jiung's rival, then why would he be openly friendly - dare you say flirting with you? Isa scoots toward you, making a spot on the hood of your car that you previously parked next to Jiung. Isa, your best friend, had gotten into racing at the same time as you. She had opted for a 2009 C6-R Corvette and had it wrapped a hot bubblegum pink. Perfect for her personality, although some in the racing arena thought it was stereotypical. She didn't care. “You okay?” she questions "Yeah, why?" you giggle forcibly. "You’ve been swirling that drink for a hot minute now, and you’ve barely been conscious for half of the two hours you’ve been here." Rolling your eyes playfully at her, she nudges your shoulder. "I’m fine! Don’t worry about me; worry about who you're against after this." You point through your cup at the guy next to your brother. "Sungho? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding." She scoffs. "He doesn’t nearly have as much experience as I do; the only reason he's here is because of Mark."

Isa’s voice fades into the background noise, meshing with the crowd surrounding the various cars laid around the lot. Almost naturally, your eyes follow his tall figure, and land on his contagious smile that seems to make him even more attractive. Your lips go up to sip out of the cup you’ve been fixing for the past hour, but your eyes don’t dare to disconnect from his almost-perfect side profile.

Without taking your fiery gaze off him, when he's done talking, he does the same as you, and his eyes lock with yours almost as if he was taking quick peeks at you when you weren’t looking as well. You hesitate to look away in a panic, but he squints slightly, his brown pupils doing the talking he couldn’t. The moment quickly becomes tense with both of you not breaking the lustful gaze you had for each other.

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Your eyes blink rapidly from not breaking eye contact for what seemed like too long. "Yeah, yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" You cough out, and Isa frowns. She was rambling to nobody. "Maybe you shouldn’t race tonight—"

"I can do it; don't worry about me." Your hand knocks Isa’s hand from your forehead gently. "When do we start anyway; I’m getting bored." That was a lie, and even though there was no detection of how it could be a fib, you had a hunched that Isa had caught on. "Right now, actually," Jiung cuts in, giving you no time to react as he grabs your hand and drags you to the driver's seat of your car so you could roll up to the starting track.

The crowd was big, lined with people along the makeshift track of Seoul's empty backstreets. Your Mustang revved loudly as you pulled up to the starting line, doing some last-minute fixes as Jiung explained the map of the track in the passenger's window. "Just whatever you do, don’t embarrass me…" Jiung complains, eyes rolling his head. "You’ve got to be joking."

"I’m just saying, you tend to get fired up when you think your opponent is not great at this, but trust me, Keeho is one of the best. So if you're going all in, you better mean it." His voice darkens a bit as Keeho pulls beside you in his Nissan, the outer darker paint job contrasting well with the neon purple LED lights he had strapped to the bottom of the base. His tinted passenger window slides down, and you can take in the inside of his car a little more now, examining it, eyes fluttering with how well he had fixed the old 1999 model up. "You look like you’re gonna carjack me." His gravelly tone had broken you from the car's trance. Genuinely giggling at the little bit he had made you look up at him. "I’ve seen worse," you shoot back at him, his face becoming visibly frustrated. "Just when I was about to compliment your customization skills…" you scoff playfully before putting the car into park and stepping out of the lowered deck. At the ends of the cars, where the trunk meets trunk stands Isa and Jiung, along with some of Keeho's friends who are continuously hyping him up with comments that aren’t so pleasing to the ears.

Your hands fidget with your car keys in your palms, working it around your index finger as the star figurine attached to it for spunk swivels around at fast speeds. As Jiung gives you the rundown for at least the 15th time, Irene, the main organizer of all the events you and your brother have been going to, speaks up among the crowd of people on the sidelines. Her hair is slicked back into a tight bun, held by a beautiful diamond-encrusted hair clip—a glint and tease at the old money she comes from. A headband straps over the elegant hairstyle, making her look even cleaner.

"You must be the new racer." Her voice is a nice, light, airy tone, similar to Isa but higher pitched. It makes you feel at ease, contrasting the nervous feeling you had mustered up watching her walk up to you. Hands sweating and becoming clammy as she talks to you with a smile on her lips. "Yes, happy to be here." A hearty chuckle comes out from your vocal cords, and she nods in approval. "Well, don’t be nervous; it’s your first race after all. So, bottom line, make sure to have fun." Her pep talk feels refreshing from the pressuring eyes Jiung had been giving you. Like a tiny bit of weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

She gives you a wink before walking back to the starting line, which was just the crosswalk markers. You take her stance as a sign to get ready and get back into your car, but something feels off. A stumbling tilt in the atmosphere had destablised it, and the balance grew heavier to one side. Your hand clutches the handle to your Mustang, but a cough stops you from pulling open the door. Your head whips from the sudden jump Keeho had given you. "You really think we weren’t going to bet anything?" he states, the jacket he wore slipping off his shoulder a little as he leans against the bulky build of his ride.

You had completely forgotten about the bidding, and you mentally pinch yourself for making a fool out of yourself. "Take it easy; it’s her first." Irene's eyes roll under her painted lids at Keeho's antics, at his greediness. A smirk, one that seemingly never faded from his face greeted you when he looked at you, playfully followed by a laugh. To the contrary, the comments on this being your “first” had made your heart tighten, lingering a small tint of naturally flushed red on your cheeks. Not that they were wrong; it most definitely was your first actual bidding race, but the comments seemingly held an underlying snarky tone, as if they were laughing at how inexperienced you are.

"Sorry, y/n, but it is required for you to bid something. You know, for the stakes to be high," Irene explains, and you nod in understanding, not daring to speak yet. "But I can change the rules a little. How about instead of money, it’s just something valuable to you?" A thought crosses your mind as you look at the now annoyingly cocky smile your rival wears with pride. "I can get behind that," he shrugs in agreement. "Alright, Keeho, you're up. What’s your bet?"

The air thickens as you watch the gears in his head turn as he thinks. You had come to hate how confident he was in himself, wanting to wipe the sly smirk off his face with this race. To let the world know that Jiung's amateur little sister had beaten "One of the greats" in her first race. Yes, the competitiveness was getting to you, but would that stop you? Absolutely not. His eyes lock with yours, and he finally speaks, "I have a couple of new cylinders coming in tomorrow. I’ll bet those." Trying to hide your smile with a wipe of your nose, you gleam with delight. New cylinders were just what you needed for your car; you had been dying to upgrade from V10 to V12. When you look up from your hand, your eyes lock with his. They had a slight change in mood, becoming a sharp gaze, mocking you for not being able to go higher than the brand-new item he had put out. And that was it; you were in it to win it. A couple of looks into his siren eyes had made you so frustrated that your hand goes up to show your star car keys slightly. "I’m ready to put it on the line," you say, smugly smirking up at the taller figure slightly towering above you. "Put it on the line?" His deep voice chuckles into a slow response. "What would you put on the line, little lady?" An eyebrow perks up at the unexpected nickname.

A few minutes go by as the city’s lights shine on them dimly before he feels a poke in his abdomen. His head looks down, and your hand is holding out your keys, the keys to the midnight blue Mustang you rested on. Keeho tries to conceal his shock, the tightness in his heart when you held up the keychain to spin around on your ring finger. But it fails as his eyes dart to Jiung, only for a split second to make sure that this was serious. He had been in races where people had bet their cars, but it had only turned out for the worst. Lord knows if he was ready for Jiung's wrath if you had lost not only the race but the car you had customized perfectly.

Somewhere in his heart, in the pit of his stomach, he cheered that you had put the vehicle on the line, knowing that it was the most amazing custom that had pulled onto the lot that night; he craved for it. When he and Jiung meet each other's gaze, he nods and goes to calm you down. The two of them had only been rivals for the fun of it, but deep down, they both knew that they were cool with each other. It wasn’t anything too important to fight about, but you? You hadn’t known that, and therefore Keeho was scared shitless out of his mind. You were willing to bet the car for your brother’s reputation, and his mind lights up with the thought of how attractive that was.

"No, I’m sticking by it," you had said loudly enough for the surrounding people to hear. "If I win, I get your new cylinders, but if you win, you get the keys." Both of you hear Irene take a deep inhale inward from the constant thick air the lot had found. "Deal," his voice booms towards you, and you take his hand to shake it firmly. "Deal."

"Alright, all racers to your cars, please," Irene announces loud enough for the front crowds to hear, the people listening first sending the message that the race was starting backward into the crowds. "The rules are simple: no cheating, no illegal moves, and stay on the track," she says again, and you start your car up, the wheels rattling with the beautiful sound the engine was creating. "Racers, on your mark…" Her hand pulls the bandana from her back pocket, raising it up into the air. The engine revs even more as both your feet switch quickly between the brake and the gas pedal. "Get set."

When you take a breather before she calls the final marking, your eyes open and fall naturally to Keeho beside you. For the second time that night, his eyes were already on you, the once fierce siren eyes that sharply bored into your gut to make you nervous, relaying a soft, almost flirtatious gaze on you. "Go." Irene’s hand swipes down in a fast motion, and the both of you are off, Keeho taking off first due to the impelling look he had you under.

The neon lights of the empty streets looked like blurred lines with how fast you were going, one hand steering while the other tightly held the gear stick in place. Your eyes are focused on the makeshift track, and it feels like your breathing has stopped, not taking enough time out of the concentration to let out the breath of relief you had been hoping for. Normally, when you raced, a gap would have occurred in the running where you would take off, and the other opponent would be left in the dust of your car's tires. But this time, oh, this time was way different.

Keeho had somehow managed to make your body jerk backward slightly from the sudden speed of his vehicle, a grin on his face as he pulled ahead. Panic set in briefly, but you quickly regained control, shifting gears and pressing the gas pedal harder. The engine responded with a thunderous roar, and your Mustang surged forward, chasing after Keeho's Nissan.

The cityscape blurred around you, the night lights streaking past like shooting stars. Your heart pounded in rhythm with the revving engine, the thrill of the race intensifying with each passing second. Keeho's car and yours weaved through the labyrinthine streets, a dance of speed and precision.

As you approached a sharp turn, the adrenaline in your veins spiked. The neon lights reflected off Keeho's car, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Gripping the steering wheel, you braced yourself for the maneuver. Keeho took the turn with finesse, and you followed suit, feeling the gravitational force pulling at the side of your car.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent competition between engines and drivers. Your eyes flicked to Keeho, catching a glimpse of his focused expression. The thrill of the race was now entwined with the challenge he posed. The streetlights above cast dynamic shadows, emphasizing the speed at which you navigated the urban terrain. Up ahead, the track stretched into a straight line. This was your chance to catch up. With a burst of speed, you closed the gap between your cars. The wind howled around you as the engines roared in unison. Keeho glanced your way, a smirk playing on his lips. It was a silent exchange of determination and rivalry.

The finish line loomed ahead. You pushed your car to its limits, the horsepower responding with a surge of energy. Keeho, however, seemed to have an extra burst, inching ahead. The race was reaching its climax, and the anticipation was electrifying.

As the finish line draws near with one more sharp turn, keeho swerves his car into yours, clipping the front side of your mustang, “fuck,” you mumble as you start to skid off the track.

With the pressure and speed the car and cylinders are going it isn’t so easy to get the car back under your control, with the unstable feeling it makes your left hand quickly take itself off the stick and onto the wheel for a good 9-3 position, tightly trying desperately to control it.

You made a split-second decision. With a swift maneuver, your hand finds the gear stick again as your left takes a firm grip onto the steering wheel by itself. You push the stick back into 1st gear, letting your car slow down and let yourself lose sight of the black nissan and release the gas just a tiny bit until you feel yourself rock back due to the sudden change of speed and then you hit the clutch with your free foot, creating a perfect half-circle behind Keeho and creating streak marks on the blacktop and earning the first place spot. The move caught Keeho off guard, and for a moment, he hesitated. It was a risky move, but the element of surprise was on your side. Emerging from the drift, you shot towards the finish line. Keeho, recovering from the surprise, accelerated to catch up. The crowd's cheers and gasps filled the air as the two of you raced neck and neck. The finish line was now just a heartbeat away.

In the final moments, you pushed your car to its absolute limit. The engines roared in a symphony of power, and you decided to take a quick peak in the rearview to see where your rival was, a car honk throws you out of your state of confusion as you quickly scan beside you, Keeho had already caught up to you and worked up to take a higher speed, reaching the finish line almost an inch above you. When the back tires of your mustang reached beyond the line you had punted the break hard, putting you at a complete stop

Breathless and exhilarated, you turned to see Keeho pulling up beside you. There was a mixture of surprise and respect in his eyes. The tension that had fueled the rivalry now shifted to a mutual acknowledgment of skill. The moment hung in the air as both cars idled, engines ticking as they cooled down. As Keeho steps out of the car to receive congratulations from his buddies, solid thud resonates through your tinted window, prompting you to open the door without hesitation. A warm embrace from your big brother greets you immediately. "You did amazing!" Isa exclaims, her hands clapping together eagerly as you wobble out of the car.

"That sweep you did on the corner was actually sick," Jiung says with a wide grin glued onto his face. "I lost though…" you sigh disappointedly, shaking your head downward to look at your feet.

"Hey, you did better than the majority of the people Keeho has raced, except for me, of course. You should be proud of yourself," Jiung shakes you by the shoulders enthusiastically, and you manage a small smile at his encouragement. "Drinks are on me. Let's go." Both Jiung and Isa's smiles manage to cut through the harsh self-criticism, making you grin.

"Alright, let's—" you pause, letting your sentence linger as your eyes quickly check Keeho's facility. The crowd has mostly faded, leaving only small cliques created before your race.

The taller figure stands alone, checking something on his phone. "I'll catch up; I gotta inspect this clipping I got," you say, stretching out one side of your mouth for a risky expression. Both Jiung and Isa nod before walking to the bar located across from the lot. Once you're sure they're far enough, you carefully walk over to your opponent, holding your keys in your hands.

You could have sworn that he feels you coming towards him by the way his head springs up at the sound of your footsteps. His hand slides his phone into his pocket before pushing himself off of his car. "You surprised me out there tonight," his voice urges as he walks to meet you halfway. You scoff playfully, "I wasn't going to go out like that," waving it off as bothersome. "I have a rep to uphold." He chuckles at you as you twirl around, hand out to the front. "Where's the car?" he questions.

"What car?" Your smile fades off into a confused manner. "Oh, come on now, don't tell me you forgot about our deal," he fake pouts, slouching down for effect. "Of course, I didn't. I'm not a cheat, you know." Your hands take his, and you fold his palm out to give him the star keychain. "I told you I'd give you the keys, not my car." His eyes widen as you close his palm back up. He had never been played like that before; his heart raced with excitement and confusion. "Then how—"

"You didn't think I don't have backups?" you laugh at him, shrugging before digging into your back pocket to fetch a set of keys, identical to the ones you just gave Keeho. "I cannot believe you tricked me," his voice airs out in disbelief, hands gripping the car. "Y/N! Jiung is dancing on the tables again!" You hear Isa in the faint distance yell your name, and on hearing this information, you shake your head in annoyance, "I've got to go," and jogging back to the bar's direction.

"By the way," you strut backward as you stray further and further from him, "my number is on those keys. Call me if you've got something other than cylinders to bet." Keeho's eyes glint with amusement.

As the adrenaline slowly subsided, you couldn't help but grin. The shared experience with Keeho created a bond that went beyond rivalry, mixed feelings consumed your thoughts as Isa drags you into the club. In the world of racing, respect was earned on the asphalt, and tonight, you had earned it.

footnotes!.

keb notes!: literally do NOT know where this idea came from, where it generated from but i think i absolutely killed this and its one of my best works loll. I was originally going to make this a Haechan long fic but i could not pass up the opportunity to make it about piwon hope u guys enjoyed :p

also if anybody wanted a refrence of what the base cars look like! (there are customizations in the fic, this is just what the cars look like bottom line)

keeho-Black 1999 Nissan skyline

jiung-Yelllow 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse

isa-Pink 2009 C6-R corvette

Y/N-Dark Blue 2014 shelby gt500 mustang but without those ugly strips down the middle

#kpop #p1harmony #kpop imagines #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony keeho #yoon keeho #p1harmony imagines #kpop boy group #boy group #stayc #racing #street racing

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rapmonie2047 · 1 year

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Calvin Klein - JJK

pairing: jeon jungkook x y/n

genre: fluff, suggestive

rating: pg-13

notes: i started writing this before the collab was confirmed and let me tell you, i am not ok. how the hell am i supposed to move past this photoshoot. i swear to god, jeon jungkook, you will be the death of me

plot: y/n visits her gorgeous fiance at his calvin klein photoshoot

In the weeks leading up to this, you had been watching your fiance prepare for this photoshoot. There were dozens of meetings, more time spent at the gym, more dieting, etc. all to prepare for this collaboration with Calvin Klein. It was so amazing watching Jungkook work so hard on this project, and you were extremely excited to see how it would all come together. You were also just excited to see your absolute hunk of a fiance model some sexy ass underwear, but that was besides the point.

This morning, Jungkook had asked you to tag along at the shoot in order for him to not feel so lonely without the boys. You agreed at once and hurried to grab your things and make sure he got to work on time.

Walking into the shoot, you were overwhelmed by the scale that this production was. The set was just a simple white background but surrounding it were hundreds of lights, cameras, and large pieces of equipment as well as dozens of people manning that equipment, providing hair and makeup, adjusting the clothes, and planning the shots. You turned to Jungkook, widening your eyes to show your surprise at the whole situation.

He smiled as he squeezed your hand he was holding. “I’ve got to go get ready. Wait for me out here?”

You nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, watching him as he let go of your hand and followed his manager to hair and makeup. You turned and saw a little resting area with chairs and snacks, so you headed over there while you waited.

Jungkook came out in his first outfit of the day, blue jeans and a classic white CK t-shirt. He looked good. You watched as he gave you a small wave and headed to his mark, before starting the photoshoot. Every shot he took was beautiful as usual. Jungkook’s modeling skills coming out to shine with every flash of the camera. He wrapped those up without a hitch, and then headed back to hair and makeup to get ready for the second look of the day.

While waiting for Jungkook to start shooting again, you began to talk to the staff members that you had gotten acquainted with through other projects of Jungkook’s. They were asking you about life and you were asking them about theirs. One of the staff members was in the middle of telling you about their dog, when suddenly, Jungkook walked out toward the camera. From behind, his outfit seemed pretty simple, but once he turned to wave you, your mouth completely dropped in shock. Jungkook was wearing classic blue jeans and a denim jacket again, but underneath the jacket, he was completely shirtless. The lack of a shirt allowed for the waistband of the iconic Calvin Klein underwear to show above his jeans.

Any thoughts you had were now completely gone as you zeroed in on your fiance’s abs. You couldn’t even pay attention to the story the staff member was telling you. Jungkook looked over and noticed your distress, winking at you and gently running a hand through his hair, exposing more of his torso with every movement. Is he fucking serious? He obviously just wanted to torture you.

Jungkook started his next round of photos, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. You recall how nervous he was going into this project, but obviously, he was getting into his element and showing off his natural beauty. You were so proud to be able to call him yours.

The rest of the shoot went by slowly. You were just so focused on Jungkook and the way he looked and moved that your mind was going to certain places, only increasing your impatience as time went on. Jungkook kept taking note of your impatience, getting more antsy himself. The way you were looking at him was making him feel some type of way, but he wanted to make sure he was doing a good job with this shoot for army. The whole situation was making the two of you anxious for what would happen when you were finally alone.

After a few more hours of shooting, Jungkook finally finished the photoshoot. As soon as the director announced the shoot was over, the studio became flooded in a flurry of staff members cleaning up the set. Jungkook emerged from the dressing room a final time, wearing his classic baggy black sweats and carrying a goody bag of Calvin Klein products given to him as a way to show his ambassadorship. He sauntered over to you, looking incredibly proud of himself.

“Hey baby!” he greeted as he grabbed a bottle of water from the snack table beside you, taking a drink as he looked at you.

“Jeon Jungkook, how dare you?”

He smirked as he capped his water bottle, obviously knowing what you were referring to but wanting to tease you a little bit. “I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“How can you look that good and expect me to be on my best behavior for hours without doing anything?! That was torture, Jungkook,” you whined. You started to recount which moments were particularly trying for you as Jungkook laughed and began to lead you toward the car that was waiting to take the two of you home.

“I’m sorry baby. Why don’t we hurry home and we can do our own little private photoshoot with all these gifts they gave me?”

Your eyes widened for what felt like the hundredth time that day, nodding excitedly. Jungkook laughed at your excitement and pulled you with him to start running toward the car, starting what would be a very long night.

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