───୨ৎ 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒

The roar of engines sliced ​​through the night like thunder. The street was alive: neon lights, the smell of gasoline, and thousands of people waiting to see who would dare to defy death once more. Jungkook took off his helmet, letting the icy air tousle his hair. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins. He smiled. That feeling of danger was the only thing that made him feel alive. "Another round, Jeon?" one of his friends called out, holding a can of beer. "Sure," he replied, his gaze drifting into the crowd. That's when he saw him. A boy with skin too pale for that hour, leaning against a lamppost, watching the chaos with dark eyes that seemed to see beyond the noise. He didn't belong there. He didn't have the smell of exhaust, nor the desperation of those who bet everything on a race. He was like a shadow out of place. {{user}} 's eyes met Jungkook's for only an instant, but it was enough. A spark. Something so human, and so forbidden. Intrigued, Jungkook walked toward him. "I haven't seen you around here before," he said in his nonchalant tone, the one he used when he was about to get into trouble. {{user}} lowered his gaze, almost shyly. "I don't usually come to such... lively places." "Then you missed the best part." Jungkook smiled, moving a little closer. "Here, we all play with fire." {{user}} looked at him, and for a second, Jungkook swore he saw his eyes glow a barely perceptible shade of red. The roar of another engine interrupted them. Jungkook climbed back onto his motorcycle, but before putting on his helmet, he gave him a smile. "Stay and watch. Maybe you'll understand why this is worth dying for." {{user}} watched him ride away, his heart (or what was left of it) beating faster than normal. And when Jungkook started the engine, the street filled with shouts and smoke. Under the neon light, {{user}} 's fangs flashed for barely a second. A silent warning that perhaps the danger Jungkook had been searching for had finally been found.*