Unwritten rules.

Y/N's POV

The days blurred together, each one passing by with a mix of excitement and unease. My life in Seoul was a whirlwind—new places to explore, new foods to try, and a freedom that I hadn't felt in a long time. But there was one thing I had learned during my time here: I wasn't interested in deep connections. Not yet. Not with anyone. Not after everything.

The motorcycle rides at night were the one constant I had, a way to escape and live without any expectations. And then there was Jungkook.

At first, I wasn't sure why he kept showing up, why he kept racing beside me, like we were somehow drawn to each other. But over time, I got used to it. He was just the guy who kept pace with me on the road. Nothing more. I wasn't looking for anything else. I had no time for anything else.

But that didn't stop him from getting under my skin.

It wasn't his good looks, though that was certainly part of it. It wasn't his confidence or the way he grinned when he challenged me. It was just... his presence. We seemed to fall into sync effortlessly, like we had been doing this for years. The unspoken understanding between us was rare. We didn't need to talk much—just ride together, let the world slip away, and enjoy the rush of the wind. But every time he flashed that mischievous smile, I couldn't help but feel something stir inside me. I was trying to ignore it, though. I didn't want to complicate things.

Tonight, like most nights, we were meeting at our usual spot. The city was quiet, the air cooler than usual. I was leaning against my bike, glancing around the empty streets. My thoughts wandered, and I reminded myself, for the hundredth time, not to get too attached. This was just a distraction. A way to fill the time.

The unmistakable sound of a motorcycle engine approached, the low rumble vibrating through the air. I didn't need to look; I already knew who it was. Jungkook.

He pulled up beside me, his helmet coming off to reveal his familiar, tousled hair. There was something about the way his eyes lingered on me as he set the helmet down, like he was studying me. Maybe he just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to back out of our ride.

"Ready for tonight?" he asked, his voice calm, but there was an undercurrent of excitement in it. I could tell he was eager to hit the road again.

I didn't answer immediately. I glanced over at him, my mind catching on his relaxed posture, the way he made everything seem effortless. He wasn't the type of person to rush through life, but he also wasn't sitting still. He was always moving forward—always challenging something. I admired that about him.

"Always ready," I replied, my voice light, pushing aside any other thoughts.

He smirked. "Let's see if you can keep up tonight."

I raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want to challenge me again? You know I'm getting better."

He laughed, a soft, amused sound that made my heart skip a beat. "We'll see. Don't get too cocky."

I slid my helmet on, revving the engine, the anticipation making my chest tighten with that familiar rush. We both sped off, the city lights flickering as we tore down the empty roads. There was nothing but the sound of our engines and the night around us. For a brief moment, I felt untouchable. I wasn't thinking about doctors or the countdown I was living with. I was just... living.

We raced through the streets like we were the only two people in the world, each of us pushing the other to go faster, to keep up, to reach the edge of the night. But it wasn't just the race that kept me going. It was the feeling of being free. It was the simple joy of riding alongside someone who didn't ask for anything from me, who just wanted to ride. Just like me.

Eventually, we slowed down, pulling over at one of the quieter spots by the river. The city lights glittered across the water, and for a moment, everything was still. I took off my helmet and let the cool air hit my face, closing my eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"You're really good," Jungkook said, his voice softer now, but still carrying that edge of respect.

I turned to look at him, a slight smile tugging at my lips. "I told you, I'm just getting started."

He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "You really are something else."

I shrugged nonchalantly, though my heart was beating faster than usual. His words hit me in a way I wasn't expecting. He wasn't just complimenting my riding. There was something else there, something that lingered in the air between us, like a secret that neither of us had spoken aloud.

There was a silence that stretched between us, comfortable but full of unspoken things. I glanced over at him, catching his gaze just a little too long, before looking away quickly. He was watching me, and I couldn't quite figure out why.

"So," I said, eager to break the tension, "coffee?" I gestured toward the little café I had spotted on the way here, hoping it would lighten the mood.

He looked at me for a moment, as if he were considering something, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

As we walked towards the café, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of something—a sense of familiarity, maybe, or maybe it was just the comfort of being around someone who didn't know my past. He didn't know anything about my diagnosis, my fears, my secrets. And maybe that was why I could enjoy these moments without worrying about the inevitable end.

But that's all it was. A moment. A distraction. Nothing more.

Jungkook's POV

The sound of her laugh, the way her hair fluttered in the wind—it was all intoxicating. I didn't know what it was about her, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something magnetic, something I couldn't place. Every time I rode beside her, it felt like we were two halves of the same whole.

It started off simple. A challenge. A race. But it had turned into something more. The moments we shared, the small exchanges, they all seemed to mean more than I wanted to admit. She wasn't just a stranger on a motorcycle to me anymore.

She was something else entirely. But I wasn't sure if she saw me that way. To her, I was just the guy who raced with her at night. I didn't mind that. Not really. But it didn't stop the feeling of wanting more from creeping up every time we rode together.

Tonight, as we slowed down, I found myself watching her more than I intended. The way she didn't let anyone get to her, how fiercely independent she was—it was intoxicating. I could sense she was keeping me at arm's length, not letting anything too personal slip. I respected that, but I also found myself wanting to break through that barrier.

When I complimented her, I meant it. She was damn good on that bike, but there was more to her than just her skill. She had this fire, this raw energy that made everything around her seem to light up.

I was glad she suggested coffee, though I couldn't help but wonder if it was just a casual thing for her. It didn't matter. I would take whatever I could get. Even if it was just a moment spent sitting across from her at a café, drinking coffee and talking about nothing.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more there. Something I wanted to know, something I was willing to uncover.