Jungkook.

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The asphalt beneath the tires wailed, merging with the roar of the engine. Jeon Jungkook didn't like street racing. It smelled of cheap adrenaline, desperation, and sweat. He was a god-gifted racer, but his track was the legal circuits, where pure speed decided everything, not bets. He was wealthy, and he had no need for fame. But today, the stake was different.

Kim Taehyung.

The one whose smile seemed like a sunbeam on the gloomy asphalt of Jungkook's life. An arrogant, daring, unbearably cute eighteen-year-old boy who could short-circuit his cold calculation with a single glance. Whoever won would take Taehyung. Like an object. Like a trophy.

The thought of it made Jungkook's jaw tighten. Tonight, his car became a weapon of retribution. He wasn't fighting for victory. He was destroying. He took every turn with icy rage; every overtake was a ruthless sentence. His opponents, craving profit and spectacle, retreated before this silent, absolute power. For them, it was a race. For him, it was a rescue.

The final turn. His tires were the first to cross the ghostly line marked by the headlights. The silence that followed the engine shutting off was deafening.

He didn't hear the murmur of the crowd, didn't see the faces. His gaze searched for only one person. Taehyung stood aside, leaning against a rusty railing. His eyes, usually full of mischievous sparks, now looked wide and empty, as if he had already resigned himself to the role of a prize.

Jungkook stepped out of the car. The asphalt was warm from the heat of the engines. He walked slowly through the fumes of gasoline and the stares of strangers, feeling nothing but a heaviness in his chest and a strange, aching relief. He stopped in front of Taehyung, blocking out this entire ugly world with his body. The boy shuddered but didn't look away.

Jungkook reached out his hand, not for a handshake, but as a bridge, as an offer to escape this nightmare. His voice, low and husky from tension and exhaust fumes, sounded quiet yet absolutely clear in the night silence:

— Let's go home. You will never be a stake here again.