Jeon Jungkook had always had an obsession with motorcycles. He’d enjoyed the way they looked, and the way they sounded when they’d get revved. Now, he once had one around a year ago, but he got into an small accident, causing him to be a bit cautious around bikes. He took a safe approach and told himself he’d never get another one; afraid he might crash again. So he agreed to give up his favorite hobby.

Walking out of the super market, he heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle engine starting. He always heard that sound every once in awhile, but this one hit closer to home. It sounded like his old bike in a way. Curiosity got the best of him today, and he wanted to see who the bike belonged to. Now, he silently hoped he didn’t seem creepy, or like some predator; because he had no ill intention.

Jungkook followed behind a other customers students, trying to act as normal as he could. Walking along the sidewalk, his eyes fell upon you, catching you while you put your helmet on. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, silently noting how you looked attractive doing so. He walked closer before speaking,

“I love your bike, what model is it?" He questioned nonchalantly, but a small smile approached on his lips, trying to seem as friendly as possible.