#TaekookAU
Kim Taehyung, Korea's most popular solo artist, is invited to sing at the Singapore Grand Prix. Convinced by his manager to perform, his phobia of cars resurface. He meets up and coming racer Jeon Jungkook, who helps him realise maybe it isn't as bad as he remembers.
Kim Taehyung, Korea's most popular solo artist, is invited to sing at the Singapore Grand Prix. Convinced by his manager to perform, his phobia of cars resurface. He meets up and coming racer Jeon Jungkook, who helps him realise maybe it isn't as bad as he remembers.
💜 It's going to be written because I'm a Senior in College with no time to make social media dummies.
💜 Side Ships: NamJin and Sope
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💜 Get ready to love Formula 1
💜 Side Ships: NamJin and Sope
💜 Updates: 10PM Every Week Day
💜 Get ready to love Formula 1
[ - [ Pre-Season Testing ] - ]
Occurs after Winter Break before the first race of each season. Pre-season testing is conducted so that teams can solidify their base car as cars can only be tweaked a certain number of times during the season after which the drivers get penalties.
Occurs after Winter Break before the first race of each season. Pre-season testing is conducted so that teams can solidify their base car as cars can only be tweaked a certain number of times during the season after which the drivers get penalties.
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“So, we need to fly to Singapore right after the concert?” He asked, head of now teal hair tilted to the side in confusion.
Kim Taehyung wasn’t Korea’s most popular solo artist for no reason. Taehyung spent years busting his ass at a small company with few
“So, we need to fly to Singapore right after the concert?” He asked, head of now teal hair tilted to the side in confusion.
Kim Taehyung wasn’t Korea’s most popular solo artist for no reason. Taehyung spent years busting his ass at a small company with few
other acts that flopped and didn’t make it to syndication. The pressure to deliver results came hand in hand with the pressure to keep the company from shutting down.
All the years of practice and work and losing sleep making songs eventually paying off and shooting him up to
All the years of practice and work and losing sleep making songs eventually paying off and shooting him up to
the number one spot in Korea’s long list of KPop acts.
Taehyung’s fame led to the release of two albums; Stigma and Singularity which he was promoting through his world tour.
Taehyung’s fame led to the release of two albums; Stigma and Singularity which he was promoting through his world tour.
He’s on his last few weeks of his tour, just doing some concerts in Europe before wrapping up and starting work on his new album.
Most of it was thanks to the help of his staff. He’d met his two producers, Yoongi and Namjoon, early into his career.
Most of it was thanks to the help of his staff. He’d met his two producers, Yoongi and Namjoon, early into his career.
For a long time, it was all three of them against the world. Yoongi and Namjoon taught him everything he knew about producing music.
“That’s right. But, don’t worry about it. We’ll be ready with the jet by then. It’s short notice so the paps won’t catch on and there won’t be a lot of people at the airport.” Jin informed, still tapping away at his phone.
And with Kim Seokjin as his manager, he maximised every opportunity to make their music known to the world.
Taehyung is grateful… most of the time.
“Hyung, we’ve been touring non-stop.” Taehyung groaned.
Taehyung is grateful… most of the time.
“Hyung, we’ve been touring non-stop.” Taehyung groaned.
Jin looked at him then at his phone then at him before shutting his phone up and saying very seriously “Taehyung, this is the Singapore Grand Prix”.
And Taehyung knew.
And Taehyung knew.
The Singapore Grand Prix was one of the highlight races of the year in Formula 1 racing. And Formula 1 is the pinnacle of motorsports. It’s the elitest of the elite. Artists that perform are artists that have luxury in their names.
Taehyung knows how much it will boost his popularity not personally but from everything Jin has told him in an effort to convince him to consider it.
“Look, if you don’t want to then you don’t.” Jin shrugs and that’s what Taehyung loves about Jin.
“Look, if you don’t want to then you don’t.” Jin shrugs and that’s what Taehyung loves about Jin.
He isn’t as pushy as other managers and he knows it, that he’s lucky to have someone as considerate as Jin even though he has to take lots of crap for it from the higher ups. “But I want you to look into it. Really look at the opportunity it will give you.”
And with that, Jin was gone.
Taehyung collapses back into his couch and stays there, watching a couple of episodes of Haikyuu on his Smart TV.
Taehyung collapses back into his couch and stays there, watching a couple of episodes of Haikyuu on his Smart TV.
Taehyung knew very little about racing other than the fact that people make a living out of it. He didn’t know it’s necessity or it’s history. As far as racing is concerned he’s lived completely out of that field of expertise and that’s understandable.
Eventually he decides to shuffle through the new Netflix movies, stumbling across some new ones with racing themes.
The biggest reason for his fears isn’t that he’ll be talented enough to perform. That’s not a question. His years of performing have boosted his confidence.
The biggest reason for his fears isn’t that he’ll be talented enough to perform. That’s not a question. His years of performing have boosted his confidence.
He knows exactly where he stands in performing.
He manages to get through the introduction of a film named Rush before he hears the screech of tyres and sees a burst of flame and he’s shutting his television off faster than he can blink.
He manages to get through the introduction of a film named Rush before he hears the screech of tyres and sees a burst of flame and he’s shutting his television off faster than he can blink.
Behind closed eyelids, he hears the screech of tyres as they slide across wet asphalt desperately clinging, fighting against the force that threw the car forward when it wanted to stop. The color and shadows of flames from a fire that burned and sizzled out years ago.
His ears ringing with pained gasps and soft cries from a time when his small hands could affect nothing and save nothing and hold nothing.
He opens his eyes to night falling as he sat curled up on the floor next to his couch and he comes back to himself.
He opens his eyes to night falling as he sat curled up on the floor next to his couch and he comes back to himself.
Kim Taehyung, Korea’s most popular solo artist, is 23 years old and he doesn’t drive, only trusts Jin to drive if he has to go somewhere, and will never trust anyone behind a wheel. Never again.
[ - [ End of Pre-Season Testing ] - ]
A/N: This is an intro to the whole fic basically. I promise there will be fluff eventually. I'm more into fluff. It's also up on Archive of Our Own in this link -> archiveofourown.org/works/17824871
A/N: This is an intro to the whole fic basically. I promise there will be fluff eventually. I'm more into fluff. It's also up on Archive of Our Own in this link -> archiveofourown.org/works/17824871
[ - [ Free Practice 1 ] - ]
Free Practice is a period before each race wherein drivers can test their cars on new tracks to gather data, test new technology, and become familiar with the racing line.
Free Practice is a period before each race wherein drivers can test their cars on new tracks to gather data, test new technology, and become familiar with the racing line.
[ - [ ❤️ ] - ]
“I’m surprised you agreed with me, in a way.” Jin piped up. Honestly, Taehyung doesn’t know why he’d agreed either. There was something nagging at him to go, to get a little bit of closure at least. To not judge the whole sport with only the basis of bad memories.
“I’m surprised you agreed with me, in a way.” Jin piped up. Honestly, Taehyung doesn’t know why he’d agreed either. There was something nagging at him to go, to get a little bit of closure at least. To not judge the whole sport with only the basis of bad memories.
Plus, Formula 1 was a really luxurious event.
Jin had gone over the basics and the year’s Formula 1 schedule. The race they were attending was in Britain and Taehyung struggled through the whole ordeal of having to mingle by keeping Namjoon close to him.
Jin had gone over the basics and the year’s Formula 1 schedule. The race they were attending was in Britain and Taehyung struggled through the whole ordeal of having to mingle by keeping Namjoon close to him.
With twelve more races to go in the season, Britain was ninth on the calendar so the Championship could still go to anyone.
As he’d been informed, Mercedes was making another killing that year with Ferrari as their close competitor and Red Bull holding onto third by the skin of their teeth.
Taehyung had to admit that the drama of it all was interesting.
Taehyung had to admit that the drama of it all was interesting.
He didn’t have to attend races to be in the concert when Singapore rolls around, but Taehyung had figured that it would be good for him to learn about what he’s associating himself with.
It was all strictly professional.
It was all strictly professional.
“I only need to see it once to understand it, hyung.” He shrugged, tugging his cap a little lower over his head. He’d been invited by Red Bull Racing before on a count of him doing an advertisement for the energy drink brand before.
It also helped that the team’s second driver was Korean. Speaking of which…
“Hyung, when do we meet the driver?” He asked.
Jin smiled, waving one of the staff over as they approached the garage - or paddock, as they call it.
“Hyung, when do we meet the driver?” He asked.
Jin smiled, waving one of the staff over as they approached the garage - or paddock, as they call it.
They’d been strolling through the starting stretch of the track where various teams were being prepping for Free Practice. “He’ll be in the paddock with his car.” Jin nodded towards the team staff and they approached the right side of the Red Bull paddock.
Park Jimin was emblazoned across the walls with a large print of the racer in his overalls. And staring down at the car was the Korean racing fairy himself.
Jimin gave them both a bright smile, uncrossing his harms and holding out his hand to greet Taehyung.
Jimin gave them both a bright smile, uncrossing his harms and holding out his hand to greet Taehyung.
“Glad to have you here. I’ve heard a lot about you! You can call me Jimin.” He bowed, speaking in faintly accented Korean. “Ah, I’ve been waiting a long time to have someone else to speak Korean to besides Jungkookie--”
“You can call me Tae.” Taehyung shook Jimin’s hand. “Jung…kookie?” He asked softly, a series of loud roars suddenly began behind him and Taehyung turned to find a car rapidly approaching where they stood in the space where Jimin was supposed to park his car for his pitstops.
His eyes widened, tearing up as memories of the crash came leaving him helpless and watching the car getting closer--
He felt a tug on his arm as he was yanked into strong arms and a firm chest with heaving breaths.
He felt a tug on his arm as he was yanked into strong arms and a firm chest with heaving breaths.
“Hey, woah, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re fine. Breathe.” The voice, smooth and calming, halted every now and again as if the person was biting back the urge to stutter. “Deep breathes, Hyung.” He started counting.
In and out.
In and out.
When Taehyung’s breathing stabilized, he heard the faint scolding the Red Bull staff were giving the people in the next garage. From the screams, he’d heard it was some team named Renault.
“They’re at it again.” He felt more than heard the rumble of the voice shaking the chest Taehyung leaned against.
“He’s seriously getting too old for this. Not that he was any better at keeping himself out of danger when he was younger...” Jimin groaned in aggravation,
“He’s seriously getting too old for this. Not that he was any better at keeping himself out of danger when he was younger...” Jimin groaned in aggravation,
worried eyes roving over Taehyung’s form from where he was peeking over whoever-it-was-who-caught-Taehyung’s shoulder. “Are you alright, Taehyungie?” His voice softened.
“Yeah. Yeah, I-” He answered in a hushed voice before pulling away abruptly coming face to face with his savior.
The man, he wants to call him the boy because of how innocent he looked but one look at his body screamed man, had floppy dark hair and huge eyes framing
The man, he wants to call him the boy because of how innocent he looked but one look at his body screamed man, had floppy dark hair and huge eyes framing
a sloped nose. He was taller than Jimin but slighter. He looked young, like the embodiment of racing, like a rush of wind sending thrilling shivers up Taehyung’s spine.
He looked like trouble.
He looked like trouble.
“I’m sorry about-” The driver cleared his throat and reached up to the back of his neck in what looked like embarrassment. “Y-You know just grabbing you like that.” He laughed awkwardly.
Jimin rolled his eyes and shoved the other man with his shoulder.
Jimin rolled his eyes and shoved the other man with his shoulder.
“Aish, where are your manners, you brat.” He nodded at Taehyung who’d only then realised the man had been speaking in Korean.
“Alright, alright hyung.” The other man bowed and then straightened to smile at him, his upper teeth sticking out and
“Alright, alright hyung.” The other man bowed and then straightened to smile at him, his upper teeth sticking out and
clashing with the way his overalls hugged his body like a second skin.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.”
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.”
[ - [ End of Free Practice 1 ] - ]
A/N: Sorry for how short the updates are but I promise it's going somewhere.
Archive of Our Own in this link -> archiveofourown.org/works/17824871
A/N: Sorry for how short the updates are but I promise it's going somewhere.
Archive of Our Own in this link -> archiveofourown.org/works/17824871
[ - [ Interlude ] - ]
A/N: The headings are not about what's happening in the story itself but I'm trying to make it mirror the journey the characters are going through but since it's getting to be confusing, I've decided to add interludes to flesh the story out more!
A/N: The headings are not about what's happening in the story itself but I'm trying to make it mirror the journey the characters are going through but since it's getting to be confusing, I've decided to add interludes to flesh the story out more!
[ - [ ❤️ ] - ]
Jeon Jungkook, 21 years old. A consistent and talented driver. But...
“He’s no Max Verstappen.” He heard the hushed tones of commentators and reporters as he strode through the lot where all the teams had set up shop. The excitement of a race weekend
Jeon Jungkook, 21 years old. A consistent and talented driver. But...
“He’s no Max Verstappen.” He heard the hushed tones of commentators and reporters as he strode through the lot where all the teams had set up shop. The excitement of a race weekend
also brings about the pressure of getting results.
At 21 and having raced in Formula 1 for three years, he can’t say he’d know the most about pressure but he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights working on the car.
Jimin slung his arm around him, smiling brightly.
At 21 and having raced in Formula 1 for three years, he can’t say he’d know the most about pressure but he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights working on the car.
Jimin slung his arm around him, smiling brightly.
His hyung had always been able to sense when he’s getting into down moods. “Jungkookie! So? You liked him right? I totally knew you would.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the younger driver, laughing when Jungkook only shook him off in reply.
“Don’t pretend I haven’t caught you listening to Hold Me Tight when you’re stressed.”
“Hyung, he’s an idol.” He rolled his eyes.
“Isn’t that what the stereotypical like seventies drivers are like? Dating models and raging at parties.” Jimin nudged him.
“Hyung, he’s an idol.” He rolled his eyes.
“Isn’t that what the stereotypical like seventies drivers are like? Dating models and raging at parties.” Jimin nudged him.
Jungkook felt his teeth peek out of his mouth as it stretched out into a smile. “Maybe if you’re James Hunt.” He snorted.
“You caught me. My plan was to win a single championship where I’m neck and neck with my rival, continue driving until I get too old for it, become a commentator, and then dying in a biking accident or something.” Jimin declared grandly.
“A genuine rivalry where two drivers of different teams compete with only a three point difference in points?” Jungkook raised a brow at him. “In this economy?” He blew a raspberry.
“I have better chances of dating Kim Taehyung.” He smirked, walking faster so that Jimin had to almost run to catch up.
“So, you’d consider it? Dating? With Taehyungie?” He asked, eyes bright.
“So, you’d consider it? Dating? With Taehyungie?” He asked, eyes bright.
“Well, he is really gorgeous.” He shrugged. “But, you know we have to get results this year, hyung.”
Jimin sighs and he knows. Racing politics is a pain in the ass. But there was merit in needing to prove themselves worthy of having a seat at a former championship team.
Jimin sighs and he knows. Racing politics is a pain in the ass. But there was merit in needing to prove themselves worthy of having a seat at a former championship team.
So, they’re not exactly the next Sebastian Vettel. Jungkook knows that. But, he thought as he guided Jimin forward, if he was going to be a second driver then he’d be the greatest second driver alive.
The sound of crackling flames and sirens echoed in his ears as the race stewards rushed past them conducting drills. Jungkook shakes his head, willing the memory away.
His hands shake and Jimin, ever sensitive, notices.
“Come on, Jungkookie.” He threads their fingers together.
His hands shake and Jimin, ever sensitive, notices.
“Come on, Jungkookie.” He threads their fingers together.
Jungkook lets himself be dragged around, preferring to watch Jimin’s back.
Always keep your first driver in your sight.
Always protect him.
Always.
Always keep your first driver in your sight.
Always protect him.
Always.
[ - [ Free Practice 2 ] - ]
In addition, Free Practice is often the venue of driver’s deaths next to actual races which shows that they are just as dangerous to participate in not just for the drivers but for the staff of the track.
In addition, Free Practice is often the venue of driver’s deaths next to actual races which shows that they are just as dangerous to participate in not just for the drivers but for the staff of the track.
[ - [ ❤️ ] - ]
Taehyung can only be so strong.
After meeting Jimin and Jungkook, nearly getting hit by a car, and bowing in thanks to the two very hospitable drivers, he decided to sit curled in a corner for the rest of free practice.
Taehyung can only be so strong.
After meeting Jimin and Jungkook, nearly getting hit by a car, and bowing in thanks to the two very hospitable drivers, he decided to sit curled in a corner for the rest of free practice.
He managed to watch the screens albeit apathetically, waving when the cameras turned to show the few people watching practice his profile. He didn’t stick around for the second round of practice.
Jin had ushered him back to the car for his next scheduled concert.
Jin had ushered him back to the car for his next scheduled concert.
The concert was taking place in London, a two hour drive away from Silverstone, which meant that as soon as Taehyung made it to the site he was bombarded by staff for final checks and make-up.
And then it was time for the concert to start.
And then it was time for the concert to start.
The concert at London was a three day event beginning on Friday and ending on Sunday. There were concerns raised that having a concert at the same time as the race weekend was going to hurt their sales but the stadium was still sold out and packed the day of the concert.
Taehyung revelled in the love of his fans and their dedication. The way his lyrics affected lives still blew him away no matter how high or low his songs rank on the Billboard Hot 100.
He collapses onto his hotel bed feeling accomplished.
He collapses onto his hotel bed feeling accomplished.
Rolling over, he switched his phone on, blinking at the amount of notifications. There were many congratulatory texts, some of them from Jimin who he’d exchanged numbers with before he and Jungkook had to start getting into their cars the day they met.
“Kim-sshi, I’m a fan.” He remembered Jungkook saying.
Taehyung smiled in spite of himself. There usually are lot of people coming up to him saying that out of politeness but he wants to believe that Jungkook is genuine, that he’s heard Taehyung’s music and felt the sadness and the longing in it so vividly it affects him.
For some reason, Taehyung thinks that that’s the kind of person Jungkook is.
Opening up Naver, he scrolled through the news until a headline for Formula 1 caught his eye. His eyes widened and he shot up from his bed.
Opening up Naver, he scrolled through the news until a headline for Formula 1 caught his eye. His eyes widened and he shot up from his bed.
‘Collision between Ocon and Jeon in the first lap of British Grand Prix...’
Taehyung exited the application with shaky fingers and tapped on Jimin’s name, the phone rang twice before the racing driver answered.
“Taehyungie!” He greeted cheerfully.
Taehyung exited the application with shaky fingers and tapped on Jimin’s name, the phone rang twice before the racing driver answered.
“Taehyungie!” He greeted cheerfully.
“Ah, Jimin-sshi, I heard about-” Taehyung breathed in and out shallowly, noting that Jimin sounded the slightest bit drunk.
Jimin didn’t notice his tone at first, giggling into the receiver of his phone. “I told you to call me Jimin. We’re the same age, silly. Are you going to congratulate us? We heard about your concert. Great work!” He piped up.
“Jimin.” Taehyung cleared his throat. “How’s J-”
“Jimin.” Taehyung cleared his throat. “How’s J-”
“Jungkookie’s fine.” Jimin informed, seeming to have sobered up a little. “I promise you, the press normally exaggerate these things. But you probably won’t take it seriously coming from me. Ah, hang on-”
Taehyung pressed his phone closer to his ear as though that could make him hear better.
There was a faint sound of Jimin calling for someone and then a familiar laugh reverberated in his ears. “Jungkook, I’m glad to hear you’re okay.” He sighed in relief.
There was a faint sound of Jimin calling for someone and then a familiar laugh reverberated in his ears. “Jungkook, I’m glad to hear you’re okay.” He sighed in relief.
“Thanks for checking up on me, hyung. But, I’m fine.” Jungkook laughed, a mangled sounding chortle that made Taehyung’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “And so is Esteban. We’re unharmed. Though the car’s going to be a pain to fix since we’re running out of-”
“You really should be more careful.” Taehyung cut him off, unable to reign himself in any further.
Jungkook’s laugh is softer now, like a secret being whispered to him under the blankets. “This is my job, hyung. One of the most dangerous jobs in the world.” He said.
Jungkook’s laugh is softer now, like a secret being whispered to him under the blankets. “This is my job, hyung. One of the most dangerous jobs in the world.” He said.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Taehyung’s voice was so soft and so vulnerable and so scared that he wanted to cry. He hadn’t meant to say it with such feeling. He hadn’t meant to say it at all.
Taehyung’s voice was so soft and so vulnerable and so scared that he wanted to cry. He hadn’t meant to say it with such feeling. He hadn’t meant to say it at all.
“Let me help you, then.”
Jungkook’s voice was tentative and hopeful, the same way he sounded when saying anything related to racing. “I won’t force you to tell me anything but… I’ll show you.” He insisted.
Jungkook’s voice was tentative and hopeful, the same way he sounded when saying anything related to racing. “I won’t force you to tell me anything but… I’ll show you.” He insisted.
“I’ll show you why there’s no need to be afraid anymore, hyung. Please let me.”
Taehyung thought about racing. About driving. About cars and crashes and collisions.
And then he thought of bright eyes, a chortling laugh, and arms wrapped around him protectively.
Taehyung thought about racing. About driving. About cars and crashes and collisions.
And then he thought of bright eyes, a chortling laugh, and arms wrapped around him protectively.
“So show me.”
[ - [ End of Free Practice 2 ] - ]
A/N: phew so the season is starting soon and new concert dates were dropped today! it's a win for F1/ARMY.
A/N: phew so the season is starting soon and new concert dates were dropped today! it's a win for F1/ARMY.
A/N: won’t be able to update tonight because I need to catch up on sleep!!! and I’m doing something for a friend anygays~
What do you think of the fic so far?
What do you think of the fic so far?
[ - [ Free Practice 3 ] - ]
Free Practice 3 is the final practice run. It’s a different environment from the first two practices because it occurs on the same day as the Qualifiers. At this points, team strategies are solidified.
A/N: Just a short thing of fluff tonight!
Free Practice 3 is the final practice run. It’s a different environment from the first two practices because it occurs on the same day as the Qualifiers. At this points, team strategies are solidified.
A/N: Just a short thing of fluff tonight!
[ - [ ❤️ ] - ]
This is how Jungkook shows him.
“Your bikes are really cool.” Taehyung near giggled as he mounted the Red Bull issued bikes.
This is how Jungkook shows him.
“Your bikes are really cool.” Taehyung near giggled as he mounted the Red Bull issued bikes.
“Are you sure it’s okay for us to use them like this?” He asked, looking up to find Jungkook and Jimin smiling fondly at him.
“It’s how we’re supposed to use them, Tae tae.” Jimin insisted.
“It’s how we’re supposed to use them, Tae tae.” Jimin insisted.
Jungkook, seeing that this did nothing to calm Taehyung’s nerves, explained further. “It’s to help us memorise the track layout and what lines we’ll take for the actual race. We can get a feel of the conditions too this way.” He said, trying to keep to layman’s terms.
“I get it, I get it. Like a dress rehearsal.” Taehyung waved in assent, gaping when Jimin shot past them both. “Jiminie-”
“Try and catch me, Tae tae!” He called out.
“Try and catch me, Tae tae!” He called out.
“Come on, hyung.” Jungkook grinned, quickly mounting his own bike and racing after Jimin leaving Taehyung with no choice but to shove his foot down and start pedaling after the two racing drivers.
Taehyung is fairly fit and he likes to think he keeps up better than most but the other two were professional athletes so he suspects that when he begins to catch up it’s more due to them slowing down than his actual physical capability.
“Cover me, Jungkookie!”
“Cover me, Jungkookie!”
Jimin cackled from way ahead of them.
Taehyung could hear the eyeroll in Jungkook’s eyes. “That’s my whole job description, hyung.” He turned his head to smile at Taehyung and he had to shake his head in an effort to prevent redness from rising in his cheeks.
Taehyung could hear the eyeroll in Jungkook’s eyes. “That’s my whole job description, hyung.” He turned his head to smile at Taehyung and he had to shake his head in an effort to prevent redness from rising in his cheeks.
“When you reach the next corner, stay behind me and then move into the turn. There’s a downward slope. You’ll shoot right past Jimin-hyung.” Jungkook advised conspiratorially, just far enough from Jimin for his teammate not to hear.
Taehyung raised a brow at him.
Taehyung raised a brow at him.
“That’s sneaky, Jungkookie.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jungkook shrugged. “But, I have a feeling you’re just as into winning as I am.” He smirked.
Taehyung smirked back and lowered his imaginary helmet visor.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jungkook shrugged. “But, I have a feeling you’re just as into winning as I am.” He smirked.
Taehyung smirked back and lowered his imaginary helmet visor.
“Alrighty, I guess today you’re covering for me.” He said, following Jungkook’s advice and following as closely behind Jungkook as he could before turning his bike right to hit the apex of the turn.
His bike shoots forward, seemingly undeterred by the wind as he shoots past Jimin who lets out a squeak of surprise. “Aish! Jeon Jungkook, you traitor!” Jimin starts cussing in heavy Busan satoori.
Taehyung looks behind him to find that Jungkook was tailing him,
Taehyung looks behind him to find that Jungkook was tailing him,
his teeth on full display making him look like an ecstatic bunny.
“That’s some amazing covering there, Kookie.” Taehyung said almost breathlessly.
Jungkook’s smile thinned and turned more sentimental. “Kookie?” He tilted his head cutely to the side.
“That’s some amazing covering there, Kookie.” Taehyung said almost breathlessly.
Jungkook’s smile thinned and turned more sentimental. “Kookie?” He tilted his head cutely to the side.
Taehyung whipped his head back so he faced forward. “I mean I-”
And then Jungkook is next to him, still smiling like a dork.
“I like it. You should keep calling me that.”
And then Jungkook is next to him, still smiling like a dork.
“I like it. You should keep calling me that.”
[ - [ End of Free Practice 3 ] - ]
A/N: So these headings you'll probably notice are supposed to go through the stages of their relationship development. We're still in practice. The next chapters are Qualifying. What happens when we get to the race, I wonder? :3c
A/N: So these headings you'll probably notice are supposed to go through the stages of their relationship development. We're still in practice. The next chapters are Qualifying. What happens when we get to the race, I wonder? :3c
Yes, it's another poll. Should I post some Social Media type posts as bonus posts for this?
[BONUS]
[BONUS]
Jungkook moves to Red Bull.
(Before he meets Tae)
Jungkook moves to Red Bull.
(Before he meets Tae)
[BONUS]
Jungkook gets comfy with his new teammate.
Jungkook gets comfy with his new teammate.
[BONUS]
He’s gay and no one is shocked.
He’s gay and no one is shocked.
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