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If frustration and anger could burn holes in walls, Jungkook's stare would have already burned a giant one in the wall of his room. Usually, if an unfortunate coincidence ruined his mood during the day, he wouldn't just stare at the wall like he wanted to set it on fire, but he'd rather leap on his bike and ride around the city. Something he might actually do later anyway.

He loosens his grip on the piece of paper he is holding, but he doesn't let go of it completely. Jungkook has been writing essential information on it for the upcoming race. All his challenging work has risked going to waste because of none other than his five-year-old sister. He loves her dearly, but sometimes she can be very stubborn.

When Jungkook woke up that morning, he didn't imagine things taking a turn for the worst. Nara - his sister - stalked into his room and started whining first for cuddles and then for Jungkook to play with her when all he wanted to do was to work. Usually, he doesn't mind if she demands cuddles from him or crawls into his bed and falls asleep there, but last night he had prepared everything to continue working on the preparations for the motor race the next week. However, Nara didn't stop bugging him and whining, almost ruining his notes when he told her he was busy. Even when Jungkook got upset with her, she didn't stop until Jungkook lost patience and scolded her.

As soon as she stormed out of the room crying, Jungkook started to feel guilt gnawing at his chest. Sitting on his bed and thinking about how he could approach her to apologize, Jungkook drew possibilities in his mind. The pain that flashed on her face as he scolded her, made his heart drop. Scolding is part of education, but perhaps he could have used a gentler tone.

Just as he was about to step out of his room and search for the little princess, he was stupefied to find her peering up at him with her big, brown eyes. Jungkook's urge to apologize only grew stronger when he saw her little baby teeth peeking through her soft smile. He squatted down in front of her with a gentle smile and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"What is it, Nara?" Little did he know that whatever she held in her tiny hands would make him feel even more conflicted than before.

"I'm sorry." Her bottom lip jutted out and her lips formed into a pout.

Jungkook wanted to reply, but the words died on his tongue when she shoved in his face what she was holding in her hand. Her innocent smile only made the situation worse. She did not have any clue what was going on.

"Nara..." Jungkook breathed, trying to wrap his head around his ruined work. As cute as it seemed that Nara wrote in her best writing an apology letter, Jungkook couldn't help but stare speechless and with his mouth ajar, at the sheet of paper on which he could still make out under Nara's childish writing the scrawl of words he had written the night before.

She must have somehow managed to steal one of Jungkook's papers, which also held important notes about the race, unnoticed. Nara had possibly sneaked into his room when he went to the toilet for a short while. His head was spinning. Gathering all the information had taken days and the next race was already around the corner!

That's why he finds himself burning a hole into the wall after accepting the apology letter with nothing more than a nervous laugh and a pained smile to make his sister happy. Jungkook stares down at the paper with dismay. He won't be able to save everything. There are some spots on the letter where the pen was pressed too hard, making it impossible to read what was written underneath.

Jungkook snorts and shakes his head contemptuously. This is not how he imagined his day would go. He needs fresh air, so he snatches his black helmet from his wardrobe, throws on a black jacket fit for riding, and leaves through the front door.

In one swift movement, Jungkook throws a leg over the golden black motorbike frame and mounts it. He inserts the key into the ignition and starts the engine. His long fingers reach out and clasp the handlebar grip with determination, drumming against the handlebar as the sounds of the loud motor roar through the street. Jungkook smirks. He fastens his helmet and closes the visor as he glances once more into the rear-view mirror. Determination flashes through his eyes before his clasp turns the handle to him, releases the clutch and drives wherever the bike would take him.

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The gummy sole of Jungkook's black boots scrape against the concrete floor of the house as he steps inside, and the front door slams shut behind him. The loud bang resonates through the corridor and clumsy steps rush into his direction.

Just as the brown-haired biker is about to take off his black boots, he feels the weight of a cute little human tackling him from the side. Giggles escape Nara's lips as she wraps her arms around him tightly as if she hasn't seen him in a long time. Her toothy grin makes Jungkook weak in the knees. He wraps his arms around her and lifts her up.

"You're back!" she exclaims in a loud voice, making Jungkook snicker and her tiny arms wrap around his neck as she lays her head onto his neck.

"Yes, I'm back." Jungkook laughs before he slowly starts to loosen his arms around her, in a gentle manner. "You have to let me go, you little monkey. If you stick to me like that, I won't be able to take off my shoes and we both know that mum hates it when I walk around the house with shoes on."

Jungkook knows it was a good decision to drive his anger off. The anger he felt earlier is gone, almost like it was never there to begin with – it still lingers in him. He's still feeling a bit sour about it, but hurting his little angel isn't anything he wanted to risk.

His smile grows even bigger when he notices the pout that starts to appear on his sister's face, making her look even cuter.

"Then carry me on your back. You called me a monkey." Her lips are still jutted in a pout as she shoots him a reproachful glance that causes the biker to laugh heartily, pressing her tighter to his hip, careful not to drop her.

"You love being carried, my dear princess, huh?" He jokes, his nose twitching as Nara's thin hairs brush along his cheekbones. "Is my highness too lazy to walk?"

"Just love to cuddle with my big brother."

Jungkook rests his head on hers and sighs. How can a person be so demanding but adorable at the same time? "Alright, alright, but you have to let me take off my shoes first, because-"

"Listen to your big brother or else you can clean the house before your birthday!" Their mother yells from the kitchen, making them both flinch. Neither of them dares to move for several seconds. Jungkook suppresses a chuckle at the horrifying expression on Nara's face when their gazes meet.

Nara's shock does not last long though. She quickly wriggles out of Jungkook's embrace and leaves him with his mouth ajar standing as she runs to the kitchen toward their mother.

"I'm not hugging him anymore, mum. Everything that happens now is his fault," Nara tells her.

Traitor.

Jungkook removes his shoes, chuckling to himself.

He follows Nara into the open kitchen, groaning at the delicious smell. "What are you cooking?" he asks, giving his mother a short hug and glancing into the pot and pan on the stove. He can see noodles and some red tomato sauce simmering. He licks his bottom lip subconsciously.

"Something to eat, but more importantly, what happened this morning? You just vanished and weren't even here for breakfast?" Her brows furrow when she hears Jungkook sigh.

"I just needed some fresh air," he explains with a shrug. Of course, it makes her sceptical, seeing how he dismisses the question and doesn't look her in the eyes. Jungkook has developed a habit of not looking her in the face when she asks him something. Nonetheless, she doesn't comment on it.

"If you say so." His mother turns off the stove and begins placing the food on the table. Jungkook helps her by placing the chopsticks onto the table. "I hope you haven't forgotten that you're on cake duty this year for Nara?" Her voice is sharp, and she points at him with a wooden cooking spoon, smiling gently as she calls for Nara, who disappeared into another room.

"Oh, fuck." Jungkook curses under his breath, gears spinning inside his mind as he tries to progress this information. Shit. How could he forget? The cake is one of the most important things for Nara's birthday. He knew he was forgetting something important when he was busy planning for the race. How could he have been so stupid to forget about the cake?

What cake was it that Nara wanted for her birthday? A pony cake? A princess cake?

Jungkook feels like the worst brother. It had become a tradition between him and his mother each year to take turns getting Nara her birthday cake. It's just his luck that it's his turn this year and he forgot, because the race has been the only thing on his mind lately and not Nara's birthday. That much is clear.

"Nara?" Jungkook leans back in his chair, seeing Nara from the side. Her brown bangs fall on her face as she climbs the stool next to him in a blue flower dress, with more effort than she usually needs. She flicks one braid over her shoulder and Jungkook smiles.

"Yes?"

Nara's innocent doe eyes meet Jungkook's gaze. He reaches for the spoon in the pot and puts noodles on her plate until a sugary-sweet "stop" sounds from her mouth. Then he pours the red tomato sauce on top of it. Her legs dangle from the stool as they're too short to reach the ground. Jungkook and his mother chuckle.

"Did you already say what cake you want for your birthday this year?" Jungkook gnaws at his lip and silently bemoans the thought that Nara may have heard his voice falter. She's actually very smart for her age, figuring out sometimes if Jungkook lies or not or questioning some things others might have failed to notice.

Nara nods tentatively and props her head onto the back of her hand for a second. "Hm... yes! I want a fairy cake with flowers-" She pauses and then shakes her head, seemingly correcting what she just said.

"I want a big fairy cake with flowers." The small girl moves her hands to show what she means before glancing at Jungkook with an innocent and satisfied smile.

Jungkook feels his own smile faltering as Nara turns back to her plate and stuffs noodles in her mouth.

Not only does she want a fairy cake, but she wants a big fairy cake with flowers, and knowing her, she wants them to be pink. The question is, how is he supposed to do that? Maybe he can somehow convince her to choose something simpler?

This is such a disaster. Jungkook can only hope that it doesn't turn out to be a flop because Nara had planned to invite a few classmates she had befriended at school. After all, she hasn't been in school for very long.

"Are you sure you want a fairy cake? Would you be content with something simpler? Perhaps something like a rainbow?" Jungkook is aware that his example was silly, and that he has no idea what it takes to make a rainbow cake, but he can only imagine that it must be easier than what Nara imagines in her head.

"No," Nara says. Her eyebrows draw together, and she pauses to grab a noodle with her chopsticks. "I want a fairy cake with flowers this year!"

Of course, it would not be that simple. Jungkook closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath. His mother looks at him with sympathy and something else he can't quite put his finger on.

He grunts and runs a hand down the back of his neck, slumping back into the chair. Forget about the race; he'll keep himself busy preparing the birthday until he finds what he's looking for.

Jungkook doesn't want to let Nara down.

That's how after lunch Jungkook finds himself calling bakeries for a custom order. So far, every shop had declined his order, which is understandable given the short notice.

Two days... How's he supposed to pull this off?!

Jungkook searches on Google, looking at images of cakes that are like what Nara wants. He swallows and begins to panic. They're all elaborate and look like they take hours, maybe even days, to make. He could never create something like that with his own hands.

He compiles a list of potential sellers and calls them until he reaches the last one on the list. Luck is not on his side, and he crosses off the last number on the list as well. All bakeries have a minimum order time of 1 week in advance.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you very much. Do you know of any other bakeries that will accept a custom order on such short notice?"

"I see." He nods and pinches his nose between his fingers. "Thank you very much, bye."

Exhausted, he stretches his body and lets a yawn slip past his lips before getting up from the chair. He fetches himself another coffee from the kitchen and rubs his hands over his face to get rid of the tiredness. He makes a mental note to clean the empty cup up once he's done.

He needs another plan, and he needs it fast.

Would it be too hopeful to think there may be bakeries nearby that are not listed on the internet?

Jungkook shakes his head as he stares at the half-empty mug in his hands. He sloshes the coffee around in the mug, contemplating.

The idea isn't completely out of the realm of possibility. Not everyone has the time or resources to manage a website for a single branch.

Right?

Knowing he's grasping at straws, it's at least worth a try.

Absolutely determined, Jungkook reaches for his motorbike jacket hanging over the chair, slips it over dark-coloured jumper and grabs the motorbike key lying on a dresser on the way to the flat door. He slips into his favourite boots and pulls open the door. Embracing the fresh air in his lungs, he goes to his motorbike, which is parked on the pavement.

Jungkook puts the key in the ignition and turns it until it starts. He puts on his helmet, folds down the protective screen and then kicks the kickstand and starts the bike by turning the handle. The streets on this day are not too packed, thankfully. He clicks on the first bakery that pops up on google maps and he sets the GPS. It's merely 5 minutes away from his apartment.

He drives with a concentrated gaze through the streets, which are aglow with the most diverse array of coloured leaves decorating the trees on the edge of the streets. It calms him down somehow. Once he reaches his destination, he parks the motorbike in front of the shop and looks over the name sign.

"The Cake Whisperer."

The racer can't deny that the name has an elegant tone, even the outside makes it seem like an expensive shop. He wastes no time getting up from his bike and going inside the shop, taken back by the variety of cakes on display.

"Hi there, how can I help you?" A woman greets him from the back of the shop, a white towel in her hands. She stops behind the counter and repositions the cake lifter of the individual pastries.

"Hello... Uhm- I was wondering if you take custom orders?"

"We do, yes. How much time in advance you have to pre-order depends on the size and a few other details. Is it a cake that has to be made soon?"

"Yes, actually- the thing is, I would need the cake in two days. Is that somehow feasible?"

The woman seems to think for a moment and looks through a list with a series of words written one below the other. "Is the cake small? Or, in other words, how special is the cake's decoration?"

"Well, how do I explain it?" Jungkook grips his helmet tighter under his arm and nervously runs his fingers over his neck. "My sister wants a big cake. It should be fairy-themed with flowers."

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to decline. Our kitchen is not that spacious, and we have to take certain precautions, so I'm afraid I can't accept your order. I don't think you'll have much luck asking other patisseries either, but you can try." The woman wears an apologetic smile as she gazes at Jungkook.

"Alright, thank you for your time," Jungkook says good-bye with a little bow. However, before he can open the door, the woman behind the counter speaks again.

"You can also try another patisserie a few blocks away. Perhaps they can accept another order."

"Oh, thank you so much. Bye." He then exits the shop and searches for the patisserie on maps.

The handsome racer walks to his bike and puts on his helmet once more. He is gradually losing hope, and the phone calls have already revealed his prospects. How many more before he gives up?