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Yoongi rolled through the streets on his motorcycle, the powerful engine rumbling beneath him. It was a typical evening until his phone buzzed with a new work request that sent a little jolt of anticipation through him. He was a well-known mechanic in the area and he was proud of it.

“Car trouble on Route 12,” he muttered to himself as he read the details. “Jeon Jungkook.” The name rang a bell.

Jungkook was an omega who worked at a popular cafe in town, known not just for his delightful coffee but also for his pretty face. The thought of meeting him made Yoongi’s heart race in a way that had nothing to do with his own Ducati engine.

Arriving on Route 12, Yoongi’s eyes landed on a midnight blue car parked awkwardly on the side of the road. He maneuvered his motorcycle to a stop and slipped off his helmet. As he approached the vehicle, a figure stepped out and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

Jungkook was standing there, tousled hair framing a face that could only be described as beautiful. His doe-like eyes sparkled with a mixture of frustration and hope, and as he caught sight of Yoongi, a shy smile spread across his lips, revealing a perfect set of bunny teeth. He was too cute for his own good.

But it was his scent—sweet, intoxicating, like blooming flowers in spring—that enveloped Yoongi and took his breath away.

“Hey, you must be the mechanic,” Jungkook said, his voice soft yet steady despite the situation. “I really appreciate you coming out. My car just… stopped.”

Yoongi nodded, trying his best to focus on the task at hand rather than the overwhelming beauty in front of him. “Let’s take a look.”

He slid his tools out of the bag slung over his shoulder and bent down to pop the hood. As he worked, he could feel Jungkook’s eyes on him. Not wanting to seem distracted, he concentrated on the engine, but every so often, he would steal a glance at the omega. Jungkook was leaning against the car, one leg slightly bent, hands together in front of him.

A casual pose that unfortunately made him look even more alluring.

“You okay there?” Jungkook called out playfully, breaking the concentrated silence.

Yoongi felt heat creeping up his neck. “I’m fine,” he barked, immediately regretting the gruffness in his tone.

After some tinkering, Yoongi managed to diagnose the issue. “Looks like your spark plugs are fried. It’s a quick fix, but I’ll need to take them out and get some new ones”

With Jungkook’s approval, Yoongi slid into action. Hopefully he had plugs like this in his bag, it was pretty common for this to happen so he worked quickly, his hands deftly maneuvering tools as he stole glances at the omega, who leaned against the car, his attention solely on him. With each smile Jungkook flashed, Yoongi’s heart beat just a little faster.

Hours passed before the car started anew, its engine humming smoothly again.

“You did it!” Jungkook exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight.

Jungkook laughed softly, a sound that was like music to Yoongi’s ears. “You’re really good at fixing cars, huh?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied “It’s kind of my thing.”

“Must be nice, working with machines all day,” Jungkook said, his tone laced with curiosity. “I love doing art, but it can be so unpredictable.”

“I bet you make beautiful things,” Yoongi replied, glancing back at Jungkook, who was now fiddling with the hem of his shirt, looking adorably shy. “So, what do you do at the cafe? I haven’t been in a while.”

“I'm a bartender, I do just drinks and pastries, but I try to make them look pretty too,” Jungkook replied, an excited spark igniting in his eyes. “It’s all an art form to me, you know? Like every latte has a personality.”

Yoongi chuckled, charmed by the omega’s enthusiasm. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two about art one day.”

At that moment, Yoongi realized how his inner wolf was pleased at the thought of spending his time with Jungkook outside of this situation. He stepped back from the engine, wiping his hands on a dirty rag, and finally spoke the words that had been nagging him.

“How about I take you out for dinner tomorrow?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks, and for a moment, Yoongi feared he had misread the flirtation. But then Jungkook grinned, the playful light returning to his voice. “You mean like on a date?”

“Yeah, like on a date” Yoongi felt the warmth spread through him, bolstered by Jungkook’s reaction.

“I’d love that,” Jungkook said, his smile making Yoongi smile.

As they exchanged phone numbers, an unspoken bond formed between them, tethered by the shared excitement of new possibilities.

After Yoongi finished putting out his supplies, the sun dipped below the horizon, ushering in the coolness of the night.

Jungkook’s laughter filled the air, and just as they were about to part ways, an electrifying tension hung between them.

“Thanks for saving me today,” Jungkook said, his voice soft, his eyes glistening like stars.

“Anytime,” Yoongi responded, leaning just a tad closer.

Without thinking, he reached out, brushing his fingers against Jungkook’s wrist, right on his scent gland. It was bold but it sent a jolt of electricity through them both. It felt natural, instinctual, and Jungkook didn’t pull away.

“This might be a little forward, but—” Yoongi hesitated, then closed the distance, capturing Jungkook's lips in a gentle yet fervid kiss. The taste of the omega overwhelmed his senses.

Sweet and captivating, it ignited a fire deep within him. Jungkook responded eagerly, leaning into the kiss, and Yoongi could feel the world around them dissolve, leaving just the two of them under the sky.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, they pulled apart, breaths mingling in the cool evening air.

Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling with something more profound than mere attraction.

“Well,” Jungkook said lightly, still breathless. “That was… definitely not what I expected today.”

“Neither did I,” Yoongi admitted, his heart racing. “But I’m glad it happened.”

He climbed back onto his motorcycle, the anticipation of their upcoming date buzzing in his veins. As Jungkook waved goodbye, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he could not wait for the date.

---''---

The hum of his motorcycle echoed through the quiet streets. Yoongi leaned into the handlebars of his black Ducati, the sleek machine purring beneath him as he cruised down the familiar roads. His thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the evening—specifically, the omega he had met earlier that day.

Jeon Jungkook.

The name lingered in his mind like a sweet aftertaste, and a small smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. Jungkook, with his soft, petal lips and doe eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief.

Jungkook worked as a bartender at Café Luna, the popular little café that was always bustling with the hum of conversation and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Yoongi had been there on occasions, but after their kiss and interaction he found himself eager to change that.

The day after, the day of their date, came with the scent of autumn with it. Yoongi stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the collar of his black leather jacket. It had become his signature—a part of his identity as much as his skill with engines. He ran a hand through his long hair, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was almost time.

Tonight wasn’t about engines though, it was about him and Jungkook. The omega who had caught his attention so effortlessly, with his warmth, his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled. He couldn't stop thinking about their kiss.

Yoongi had invited Jungkook to dinner, something to expand where their connection might go because he was certain the attraction was there.

He wasn’t sure what exactly it was about Jungkook that made him feel... lighter. Like his wolf knew what they wanted and they were at peace with it. But whatever it was, Yoongi liked it. He liked it a lot.

With one final glance at his reflection, Yoongi grabbed the small, neat box from the countertop. Inside were a few delicate chocolates—nothing too extravagant, but it felt like the right gesture.

He had an inkling that Jungkook loved sweets, and if there was one thing Yoongi had learned from his short time with the younger man, it was that Jungkook was the type to appreciate the little things.

When Yoongi pulled up to the front of Café Luna to pick up Jungkook, he could already see him standing outside, his figure framed by the warm glow of the café lights. He wore a soft, beige sweater that looked almost too cozy for the evening chill, paired with light jeans and a smile that immediately made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat.

The omega’s eyes brightened as he spotted Yoongi. Jungkook’s face lighting up with an effortless smile.

“You actually showed up,” Jungkook said with a teasing glint in his eyes. “I thought you might cancel. You know, mechanics are always busy.”

“I don’t break promises,” Yoongi said simply, his voice low and steady. He went to grab inside his bag and handed Jungkook the box of chocolates, his fingers brushing against the omega’s when the gift was accepted. "For you."

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he carefully opened the box, his lips curving into a delighted smile when he saw the small chocolates inside. "Yoongi, you didn't have to… but thank you. This is so sweet," he said softly, genuinely touched. “I love these.”

Yoongi smiled softly. He shifted for a second, a little embarrassed but then added, “Thought I’d get you something.”

“Consider it a perfect gift,” Jungkook said, his eyes sparkling. “I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Yoongi felt his cheeks warm just slightly at the compliment, the simple connection between them making him feel both grounded and excited. “Well, hop in. Dinner’s waiting.”

The restaurant Yoongi had chosen was quiet and intimate, nestled in a corner of the city where the lights felt a little softer, and the bustle of the world outside felt distant.

The warm ambiance matched the peaceful, almost intimate vibe Yoongi had been hoping for.

He pulled out Jungkook’s chair first, a small gesture he hoped would go unnoticed, but Jungkook’s smile deepened as he sat down.

“You’re going to spoil me, aren’t you?” Jungkook teased, sitting back in the chair, the soft sweater he wore making him look even more approachable, more delicate.

“Maybe,” Yoongi said, sitting across from him. He raised an eyebrow, not sure whether he should be worried that Jungkook was onto him or relieved. “I can’t help it.”

Their server arrived soon after, and Yoongi let Jungkook order first. He had learned from their interactions that the younger omega had an appreciation for comfort clothes and love for sweet treats.

“So, what’s the deal with the sweater?” Yoongi asked as they perused the menu, his fingers casually tracing the edge of his water glass. “You always wear these soft sweaters?”

Jungkook looked down at the cream-colored sweater, then shrugged, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yeah. I don’t know. They’re just... cozy, you know? Comfortable. I’m an omega, so... I like things that are soft and warm. Plus, it’s a good way to hide from the world when I need to.”

Yoongi’s gaze softened. He hadn’t realized how much Jungkook’s softness was tied to his nature. He had assumed it was just the way the omega carried himself. There was something comforting about that, something vulnerable.

“I get that,” Yoongi said, his voice quieter now. “You like being comfortable. I like that.”

He felt a sudden, unexpected rush of fondness for Jungkook. It was easy to get lost in the omega’s gentleness, and Yoongi wasn’t the type to let himself be swept away without a second thought.

They both ordered their meals—something simple for Yoongi, steak and potatoes, and a lighter dish for Jungkook, a seafood pasta—before the server left them alone again.

Jungkook folded his hands together on the table, leaning forward slightly, his expression softening. “You know, you didn’t have to take me out tonight. I mean, you already helped me with my car, and you didn’t ask for anything in return. Most people wouldn’t do that, let alone buy me chocolates.”

Yoongi didn’t shy away from Jungkook’s gaze. “I wanted to. And... I would like to spend more time with you.”

The admission was out before he could stop it, but Jungkook didn’t seem taken aback. Instead, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Yoongi’s chest tightened in a way he wasn’t used to.

“I would like spending more time with you, too,” Jungkook said, his voice soft but certain. “You’re kind of... different, Yoongi.”

“Different?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow. “How?”

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, then leaned back in his chair, his eyes soft as he spoke. “You’re not like the other alphas I’ve met. You’re... patient. Quiet. There’s a kind of calm about you. It makes me feel at ease.”

Yoongi blinked, the words sinking deeper than he expected. He’d never been one to get compliments easily, especially being a mechanic, where he dealt with grease and hard things all the time, the idea that Jungkook felt comfortable with him was... surprisingly meaningful.

“Well, I’m glad I make you feel that way,” Yoongi replied. “Because I feel the same about you. You’re... easy to talk to.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly. “I’m glad you think so. I tend to ramble sometimes.”

“I don’t mind it.” Yoongi’s voice softened. He wasn’t sure what it was, but this dinner—this moment—felt important.

They weren’t just two people sharing a meal, it felt like something more, like the beginning of something that might be worth exploring.

As the night wore on, the conversation between them flowed effortlessly, bouncing from topics like Jungkook’s favorite songs, to Yoongi’s love of working with his hands, not just engines but also woodworking, and back to small, personal details that made them both laugh. The food came and went, but it was the quiet moments between the words that really stood out.

The way their hands brushed across the table. The way Jungkook’s soft laugh filled the space between them. The way Yoongi couldn’t help but keep looking at him.

When they finished and Yoongi paid the bill, much to Jungkook's chagrin, they stood together outside, the cool night air nipping at their skin. Jungkook turned to him, his face glowing in the streetlight.

“So... now what?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft but playful.

Yoongi glanced at his bike parked nearby, then back at Jungkook. “Want to take a ride somewhere else?”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. ‘’Yeah, sure”

As they walked toward the motorcycle, Yoongi’s heart raced just a little faster.

Yoongi revved the engine of his Ducati, the low rumble vibrating through his body as Jungkook climbed onto the back, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist. The feel of the omega pressed against his back made his heart race in a way he hadn’t expected.

They hadn’t planned where they were going, but Yoongi knew one thing: he didn’t want the night to end just yet.

The city was quiet as they rode, the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. The wind whipped through Jungkook’s hair, and Yoongi could feel the younger man’s body tense in excitement behind him. He couldn’t help but smile as he leaned into the turns, the thrill of the ride blending with the thrill of having Jungkook so close.

They rode for a while, the world falling away as they left the city behind, heading for a quiet stretch of road that wound through a park near the edge of town. Yoongi slowed down as they approached a secluded spot, a small hill with a perfect view of the distant skyline.

He pulled off the road, parking the bike by the side and cutting the engine.

Jungkook slid off, stretching slightly as he took in the view.

The night was still, the stars faintly visible above them. Yoongi joined him, standing at his side, the cool night air wrapping around them both.

“This is beautiful,” Jungkook said, his voice soft as he looked at the city lights in the distance. “I didn’t think we’d end up somewhere like this.”

“Me neither,” Yoongi replied, his voice low. He was close now, close enough to feel Jungkook’s presence in every sense—his warmth, the soft breath of his words. He took a step toward him, his hand lightly brushing against Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook turned to face him, his eyes catching the streetlights, reflecting something deeper in them—something unspoken.

The space between them shrank until Yoongi was only a breath away, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Jungkook,” he murmured, voice rougher than usual. “I—”

Before Yoongi could finish, Jungkook’s lips were on his, warm and gentle at first, testing, exploring.

Yoongi’s breath hitched as he responded, his hands reaching up to gently cradle Jungkook’s face. His fingers slid softly over the younger man’s cheeks, tracing the contours of his face with a tenderness that made Jungkook sigh softly against him.

Yoongi deepened the kiss, stroking Jungkook’s cheeks with more intent, savoring the feel of his soft skin under his fingertips. Jungkook leaned into the touch, his hands finding Yoongi’s leather jacket, tugging him closer.

Yoongi’s other hand fits perfectly on the omega’s tiny waist. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and full of the quiet intensity that had been building between them all evening.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads pressed together. Yoongi’s hand lingered on Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin. His other hand squeezing his waist through the sweater “You’re perfect,” Yoongi whispered, his voice barely audible against the quiet of the night.

Jungkook smiled, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “So are you,” he murmured back, his hand reaching up to rest against Yoongi’s chest, close to where his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

They stood there for a long moment, locked in the quiet of the night, trading more kisses as their hearts beat in sync as they shared that simple, perfect moment together.

---''---

Yoongi’s Ducati roared to life once again, the sound of the engine filling the night air as he and Jungkook sped off into the cool evening, the wind whipping against them.

This time, the ride felt different—more intimate, more comfortable. Jungkook’s arms were wrapped securely around Yoongi’s waist, his head tucked against his back as the bike cut through the empty streets. Yoongi could feel Jungkook’s warmth, his body pressed firmly against him, and it made him feel a certain kind of calmness he hadn’t realized he was missing.

After a few minutes, Yoongi slowed the bike, signaling a turn onto a quieter street, leading to the apartment complex where Jungkook lived. The building was an older one, modest and unassuming.

“Here we are,” Yoongi said, cutting the engine as he pulled the bike into the small parking lot.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether to let go of the comfortable silence that had settled between them. Then, he slid off the bike, taking a deep breath before offering Yoongi a smile.

“Thanks for the ride. It was fun,” Jungkook said, his voice still soft but carrying the warmth of a night well spent.

Yoongi helped Jungkook take off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. “No problem. I’ll get used to it if you keep holding onto me like that.” He smirked, watching as Jungkook’s cheeks flushed slightly.

The younger man’s hands fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, a nervous habit Yoongi had noticed earlier.

“Not used to riding with someone, huh?” Yoongi asked, his tone teasing but gentle.

Jungkook laughed nervously, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “I guess not. But I liked it. You’re a good driver.”

Yoongi nodded, his expression softening. “Glad you think so. Let’s get you inside.”

They walked together toward the entrance of the building, the low hum of the bike still lingering in the air. Yoongi gave him a quick glance, then dropped his gaze to the sidewalk, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in his chest. He wasn’t used to this feeling—of being so aware of someone else’s presence, so attuned to their every move.

As they reached the door to the apartment building, the sound of a loud whistle rang out from above.

“Ooooh, look who’s here! The two of you look like a couple of lovebirds already!” came the voice of someone from the second floor.

Yoongi stopped in his tracks, his lips twitching as he shot a glance up toward the second-floor window where a face appeared, grinning widely.

Jungkook froze, his face quickly turning a bright shade of pink as he looked at Yoongi, his hands still awkwardly shoved into his pockets. “I… uh… I’m sorry, he’s just my best friend and roommate, Taehyung. He’s always like this.”

Taehyung let out a loud laugh, leaning out of the window with his arms crossed. “Oh-ho, I can see what’s going on here. You don’t have to take him home just yet!” He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly, his grin full of mischief. “You two go on ahead and enjoy yourselves. I’ve got your back, Kookie!”

Jungkook buried his face in his hands, clearly mortified. “Tae, please, stop,” he groaned, shaking his head.

Yoongi chuckled lowly, enjoying the moment despite himself. Seeing Jungkook so flustered made him want to protect the younger man from it. He placed a hand on Jungkook’s waist, giving it a gentle squeeze to ease his discomfort.

“Don’t worry about him,” Yoongi said with a grin, trying to hide his own amusement. “I’ve got thick skin.”

Taehyung’s catcalls didn’t let up, and after a few more playful comments, he disappeared from the window, his laughter still echoing down the hallway.

Jungkook sighed deeply, his cheeks still flushed. “He’s… he’s always like that.”

“I can tell,” Yoongi said, a warm smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s cute how you’re flustered”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but smiled, his nervous energy slowly melting away.

They reached the front door of the building, and Yoongi paused, taking in the sight of Jungkook standing there, looking both shy and happy in the soft glow of the streetlight.

The teasing from Taehyung had lightened the mood, but there was still a lingering feeling between them—something unspoken but undeniably there. Even then Yoongi wasn’t ready to let the night end just yet.

“Well, this is it,” Jungkook said softly, turning to face Yoongi.

“Thanks for the dinner, and the ride, and just… everything. I really had a great time.”

Yoongi took a step closer, his voice quieter now. “Me too. I had a great time, too. A lot more than I expected.”

Jungkook looked up at him, his eyes shining with a softness that made Yoongi’s heart flutter. “So... are we gonna do this again sometime?”

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat. He had been planning on asking the same thing. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from Jungkook’s forehead, his touch lingering just a moment too long.

“I’d like that,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and sincere. “How about next weekend?”

Jungkook smiled shyly, his fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater. “I’d like that too. A lot.”

Yoongi’s hand moved gently to Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb tracing over the soft skin. The night had been full of new emotions, new connections, and he wasn’t ready to walk away just yet. He leaned in, his lips pressing gently against Jungkook’s lips in a tender kiss. Jungkook’s lips addictive to him.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” Yoongi whispered against his skin, his voice soft but full of meaning.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a contented smile spreading across his face. “Goodnight, Yoongi.”

With one last lingering look, Yoongi took a step back, he turned toward his motorcycle, putting his helmet on.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” he called over his shoulder, already heading for the bike.

Jungkook nodded, his heart swelling with anticipation. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Yoongi swung his leg over the bike, starting it with a soft growl of the engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced back at Jungkook, standing there in front of the building, a soft smile still playing on his lips.

As Yoongi rode off into the night, he couldn’t help but feel like he was heading toward something new, something exciting—something he hadn’t expected to find so soon.

Love.