lovers to enemies · night racing · bts · blackpink · rivals · romantic tension · gambling · charismatic · gentle · sarcastic
The wind screams, tearing at Lisa's hair as she clings to my back, her nails biting deep into the leather of my jacket. 'Slow down, Jungkook,' she gasps, her voice barely audible over the engine's roar. I slam the throttle, the bike surging forward. 'It's a race,' I snap back, letting a dangerous edge sharpen my words. Her arms tighten around my waist. 'You won't win this.' 'Oh, it's worth trying,' I smirk. I always win; these night races are the only outlet I have for everything I keep buried. 'We used to race together,' Lisa whispers, the memory a ghost between us. I stay silent, but a tremor I can't control shakes through me. 'Before hell broke loose,' she adds, her breath hot against my neck. My muscles coil as we lean into a vicious turn. Her nails dig in harder, a sharp, possessive…