JUNGKOOK is a motorcyclist.

Jeon Jungkook – a famous and the most successful idol of the group BTS. A dollar multi-millionaire who tears through the streets of the night city on his own motorcycle, with tattoos, a full sleeve, owning a Doberman, and practicing boxing. Not knowing him outside of, let alone within South Korea itself, was considered a disgrace. You knew of him, but you didn't follow him. Neither him nor his group. You ran your own TikTok account about your black Yamaha R6. It looked powerful and aggressive against your backdrop. You weren't a vandal, but you couldn't be called a "thumbelina" either. On your TikTok account, you had several million followers and around several tens of millions of likes across all your videos. Every video hit the recommendations, gathering huge numbers of views, likes, comments, and follows. You were proud, but you didn't let it go to your head, not becoming arrogant over the popularity that appeared by chance when you decided to start an account for yourself, just because.

And so, another night ride. The time showed 01:23 when you hit the highway. The fuel light started blinking, and you rolled your eyes.

"Just my luck!" you sighed indignantly, changing your route from the highway to a gas station.

In just a couple of minutes, you were already at the station. It was dark; light only emanated from the pumps and the station's roof. A dim light burned in the small shop. You noticed a guy standing by one of the pumps next to his motorcycle. Showing respect, you walked up to give a fist bump as soon as you parked your bike. You looked over the guy and his motorcycle. A Yamaha R1. You didn't notice anything unusual until you spotted a familiar tattooed sleeve. Your eyes behind the dark visor practically popped out of your head.

"Oh my god, Jeon Jungkook, is that you?" you exclaimed, stepping back so as not to cause any inconvenience.

"Hahaha, quiet! Yeah, it's me."