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jungblue · 7 years

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splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was.

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

Because perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually, but really what love story ever is? However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence. Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to convolute the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. That constant pressure that bombards you saying: if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your millennial mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

— Or at the very least, that was what seemed to be happening in the back corner of that one college party with thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights, where imperfect love stories sometimes go to simmer or just maybe rekindle.

He was posted over your body, drinks in hand as you both tentatively sipped at the poison. Jungle juice flowed comfortably in your veins until in the slight halo, the two of you could see the shadows of what you once were four years ago when you had first met in the backyard of (again) some college party from freshman year. And maybe if you both squinted, you could try and pretend like you weren’t able to see the wear and tear that all of the lying, cheating, running, and just plain fuckery the fruits of your immature years had done to one another.

“But really, how’ve you been?” He asked a few minutes into the conversation, biting nervously at the rim of his plastic cup.

He was biting nervously because what he really wanted to ask was something along the lines of: How have you been since I told you I still loved you eight months ago and you shut me down because even though you did want to be with me again, you also apparently got a B and C in anatomy and microbio while we were going through our shit, and that was I guess a disastrous blow to your ten year plan?

“I’ve… I’ve been,” You settled on with a fake laugh of sorts because even the false oasis of alcohol couldn’t seem to wash your worries away completely.

It was a fake laugh of sorts because what you really wanted to say was something along the lines of: I’ve been pretty shit and unhappy since I told you I couldn’t get back together with you eight months ago even though I was still really in love with you, and even though honestly I shouldn’t have been after everything we’ve fucked up on.

Jungkook simply snorted in response. “Same.”

“It really has been a while though. Haven’t really seen you out — well I haven’t really been out, so that’s probably why.”

The past few months had been some of the most stressful of your entire life. No time for fun or distractions, which was the reason for your cop out of an excuse to Jungkook back then: It’s just not good timing for us right now. Or just in general, you would now add after having months to sleep on the conversation.

“No, I haven’t really been going out lately either. Just in a mood, y’know?” He shrugged, sipping his drink to hide the downward turn of his lips.

“Jeon Jungkook, moody? Never would’ve guessed,” You teased from behind your cup to try and lighten the tension, with a glint in your eye, giving the go ahead for the atmosphere to shift. You smiled, he followed, removing his arms from across his chest to show that his guard was lowering, even if only slightly.

“Okay, I admit I can be a bit moody.”

“A bit?” You scoffed playfully. “You sulked for literally an entire week when I accidentally broke your charger that one time, remember?”

“Listen,” He grinned, shifting positions of leaning in slightly more to combat the noise of the party. “I had that charger for like three years, and it had all of these iron man stickers on it from my high school girlfriend. The sentimental value of that charger was top fucking notch.”

“Oh my god,” You chuckled, batting at his chest. “Want me to get you a new one then, so one day when your wife accidentally breaks it you can be sulky and say your college girlfriend gave it to you? Go all sentimental on her ass too.”

“I know you’re mocking me, but yes actually, I would very much like that,” He admitted.

“So I can start you on your way to a freaky ex-girlfriend iron man phone charger collection? I think I’ll have to pass. Guess you’ll just have to find another way to remember me by once the years start to fade that pretty memory of yours.” You tapped playfully at his temple.

Jungkook paused for a moment, a small one, but a pause nonetheless. His tongue running quickly over his teeth as if to give himself a moment to think about whether he should say the words already curling in his lungs — In the end, with the help of light traces of alcohol, the nearing future of more than likely never seeing each other again, and the remaining drops of love flowing through his veins for you, he decided to just go for it.

“Trust me, I’m not gonna need anything extra to remember you by. You’ve made it really easy all on your own.”

You faltered for a moment, that sudden lurch in your chest sending signals to every inch of your body to remind you of just how easy it’s always been to fall back into things with Jungkook. Not sure of how exactly to respond, you laughed, dropping your head slightly as you tapped nervously at your cup.

“Moody sentimentalist meets flirt. It’s quite a trifecta.”

Now you were trying to act stoic, to not let those fuzzy feelings worm their way into the forefront of this conversation that you probably shouldn’t even be having in the first place. You knew better than anyone that all it took was a few slick words or a certain glint from those shiny doe eyes, and your heart would bleed rivers for him. Already, after maybe ten short minutes of simple, light-hearted conversation, you wanted to bask in his entire being. The deprivation of not seeing him for so long, making the relapse all the more tempting.

Jungkook picked up on the change. The slight waver in body language, the tightness of your words, and the nervous tick as you played with the ends of your hair. But your eyes were still staring back at him. They were the same eyes that stared back at him when he’d first met you all of those years ago, making him want to grasp onto anything to remind him of how simple things were in those first few months of meeting one another.

It was late fall and you were shivering outside of this house party that you both managed to end up at. He told you back then that if you stood by this tall ledge of bricks that it would block the wind — Jungkook himself happened to be standing by that particular ledge of bricks. You joined him, and after that things escalated more quickly than either of you intended it to.

Of course, that was a long time ago, but it was the shard of glass in the mirror that started this entire thing, and so he can only reflect on it fondly, even if heavy amounts of pain followed because of it. It was for this reason that even though Jungkook knew he should swallow his words down, save himself from tasting what it was like to be with you once more… But in the end, he just couldn’t.

“Well, I’m a moody sentimentalist meets flirt that’s still really in love with you,” He shrugged. “It’s just in my nature, so what can I do when you’re right here in front of me and moving away soon?”

He shrugged — fucking shrugged as if he’d just told you that he didn’t know which way the goddamn bathroom was, not that he was still in love with you.

He regretted saying it for all of three seconds. He knew that maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to tell you so bluntly when the two of you were having such a casual conversation, and when the most you’ve interacted in the last eight months was through a few simple snaps. But you were moving hundreds of miles away next week to get settled into your new city before you had to drown yourself in medical school. And he only knew that much because of the picture you posted on your story a few days ago. Other than that, if not for the coincidence of showing up at the same party… He might’ve never seen you again. So maybe that thought alone had his judgment turning a bit cloudy.

However, you weren’t even surprised to hear the words as they rolled past his teeth. Instead, you simply ran your tongue against the inside of your cheek, a breathy sigh escaping your throat in defeat as you reached out between the small space separating your bodies. Your fingers picked lightly at the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt, gingerly pressing against the muscle that hid beneath.

Your eyes flitted upward, apprehension seeping into your lungs. “Why?”

“Why?” He asked. “Do you mean why do I love you, or why am I a moody, flirty, sentimental… Whatever? Because honestly, they’re both pretty simple. It just… Is.”

His nervous laughter followed. Immediately its vibrations traveled between the particles of dust in the air and straight into your bloodstream, where it festered and grew in a matter of seconds, every part of you wanting to relive the experience of simply being with him — even if it was only one more time.

You sighed deeply, so completely aware of the fact that you shouldn’t do this, but deciding against it anyway. “Come on,” You whispered in defeat, dropping your hand to interlock with his.

Jungkook smiled, knowing all too well that this ending was inevitable whenever the two of you were together. “Any place in mind?” He asked.

You weaved yourselves around the masses of bodies, familiar faces of friends giving the two of you knowing looks as you made your way through the front door together. “Some place where you can be moody, flirty, sentimental, or whatever the hell else, with your hands all over me.”

In the end that place turned out to be lying flat against Jungkook’s bed, his head buried between your legs, the dig of his fingers steadying the quiver of your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck — ahh. R-right there,” You rasped, your heels pressing harshly into his back, willing him to stay in place.

“Feel good?” He murmured between timely strokes of his tongue.

“Yes, so good. Please keep going.”

It had only been a couple of minutes and you already sounded fucking wrecked. Your voice echoed across the walls as your hands gripped at the sheets, Jungkook finding that perfect spot and pace that he seemingly only knew how to entertain.

Jungkook however had to ruin the moment, because again you were leaving, and so he just couldn’t help himself from asking that burning question that he knew had no correct answer, and was simply his hurt ego coming out to play.

“Better than that dude you cheated on me with freshman year? What was his name? Yoongi or some shit?”

The familiar and bitter hostility rang in his voice, pausing his movements between your thighs as he glanced up at you, arousal dripping down his lips.

“Please, not this again.” You sighed, glancing down as he stared up at you through eyes mixed with the lust of the moment and the hurt of the past. “It was three and a half years ago. I’ve apologized so many fucking times. Trust me, I regret it. I regret it so much.”

Jungkook’s lips tilted into a somber sideways frown. His eyes darted away as he tried to forget the memory, the betrayal, those words that his friend whispered to him the next day saying: “Hey… I was at this party last night, and I saw Y/N go upstairs with some guy. You might wanna ask her about it.”

His head fell in defeat against your hip, a heavy breath scattering across the skin. The skin that he wished he could’ve caressed and held more than he had actually been able to in the past four years of knowing you.

Seeing the sudden change in Jungkook felt like a punch to your gut. It was your fault he was like this. You and your stupid goddamn hormones. A green college kid that thought in the midst of a comfortable buzz that you shouldn’t be tied down the second you finally get your freedom. You were a selfish idiot that, back then, just wasn’t aware of the world and how much such a small action can hurt someone for so long.

“C’mere,” You whispered, pulling at his arm until he was laying over you, eyes glassy with way too many emotions to even process.

“Look… I didn’t mean to make this awkward.” He bit at his bottom lip, tugging at his hair to try and distract himself from what he was actually saying. “I really wanted to just be with you one last time before you left. In any way that you’d let me. But it’s just hitting me that you’re really leaving, and everything is just flooding back, and I’m not gonna lie, it hurts. It really fucking hurts.”

The words made your eyes sting. The reality so much more frightening when you realize what it all actually means.

“No, you’re fine. I get it,” You assured him as your thumb ran along the underside of his jaw in some small attempt to comfort him. Your memories running wild with so much guilt. “I really fucked us up didn’t I?”

“We both fucked up, Y/N. Sure, you did it first, but we both have done shit we regret.”

“Yeah, but I just can’t help but think that maybe if I hadn’t cheated on you, then none of that other stuff ever would’ve happened. That right now, instead of basically having a goodbye fuck, we’d be talking about how to make long distance work. It just really gets to me, that some stupid mistake when I was eighteen ruined something that really could’ve worked — something that really could’ve been great.” Your eyes watered but you quickly blinked the tears away. The sudden rush of anxiety and self-distaste concocting violently in your chest.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook whispered softly. “Don’t do that to yourself. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” His hand rubbed soothing circles along your thigh, the feelings of blame dulling slightly, but not by much. “Trust me, I think about that a lot too, but it was my choice, my fucked up decision to have that get-back-at-you, fucked up mentality once we got back together. I slept with that girl out of spite so you could feel the hurt, and that wasn’t right of me either. We were both stupid kids, so don’t blame everything on yourself.”

“But I really hurt y-you—” That first crack in your voice was quickly followed by the first tear, and you quickly wiped it away so you could get through this before you became an incoherent mess. “All of your relationships since ours haven’t worked out because of me. You don’t trust them, and all because I fucked up your ability to trust in the first place. I just…” You trailed off, your words becoming more broken by with each passing word.

“Fucking Jimin,” Jungkook cursed beneath his breath. “He’s been talking to you?”

You nodded, using the cuffs of your sleeves to dab at your eyes. “He’s just worried that you always seem to self-destruct your relationships. He said that you were dating this girl last year and that you seemed to really like her, but you cheated on her out of the blue. He thinks your trust issues are just really fucking up things that could be really good for you.” You bit down on the inside of your cheek, forcing down a sob. “And I just really think that’s my fault.”

“No, it’s okay.” He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the side of your jaw. “I admit, I’m more cynical about relationships now than I was before that entire thing with us happened, but I’m an adult. It’s all me. I hurt you, you hurt me, and I’ve hurt a lot of others trying to figure out how to get over that, but that’s all on me. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

At this point, the tears were pouring in waves. “God, why were we so stupid?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him forward. Both of you basking in this moment of finality that neither of you really wanted to acknowledge.

“Y’know, sometimes I think that maybe if I hadn’t gone to study abroad to literally fuck a semester away, that we might’ve been able to work everything out. That when I asked you to get back together with me last year, that maybe you would’ve said yes, because by then we would’ve talked more than a few drunk, passive aggressive texts to you saying how much fun I was having in Italy,” He paused, taking a moment to remember his immaturity. “You’re not the only one with regrets, seriously.”

You laughed, the sting and burn of that time still staining your throat with bile. “Oh yeah, don’t forget the snaps with the hordes of girls placed conveniently in the background.”

He dropped his head in shame, his hand blindingly searching to link up with yours. “I was a petty asshole, and I honestly never apologized for that, so I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I think we both didn’t deserve a lot of things, but maybe that made us grow or something.” You shrugged, tightening your grip on his hand.

“Did you hear that on some shitty relationships podcast?” Jungkook asked with a warm smile, remembering how much you used to love listening to those things.

You battled him playfully on the shoulder. “Okay, sure it’s cheesy, but I think it holds some weight. I mean, if we hadn’t gone through all that, I never would’ve understood how nothing is as black and white as it seems when you’re just imagining what you would do in a situation.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed a bit with curiosity. “Please, elaborate.”

“Like, I guess it’s easy for someone to think that they’d never stay with someone that cheated on them, or even actually cheat themselves when they’re sort of just picturing it in their heads. But once it actually happens, you learn that it’s not as easy to just end it. That you’ve invested all of these feelings into someone that you really did trust, and now you’re just supposed to end it all of a sudden? No questions or exceptions? I mean, sure for some that’s easy to do, but I think for most, they’ll take a second to even just consider that maybe it was a stupid mistake… Sort of like you did for me.”

You tried to form some semblance of a sad, thankful smile, but it quickly crumbled, more tears falling with it. Jungkook’s hand quickly coming to catch them.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. When I thought about the idea of someone cheating on me, I kind of just thought I’d say fuck her and move on. But I also sort of thought I’d have better judgment than to fall for someone that would cheat on me.”

That stung, but it was the truth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Your head dropped down, avoiding his glances.

“But,” He started, pulling your chin to face him again. “I also thought I’d never be the type of person to cheat, but I have. It made me feel like the biggest piece of shit alive, but I still did it. It’s awful and disgusting to do that to someone. It fucks them up in unfair ways, and I know this because I felt that exact way after you cheated on me, and yet… I still did that back to you when I gave you another chance — hell, I did that to some nice, amazing girl that’d never given me a reason not to trust her. So yeah, I guess you’re right. Even though we put each other through hell, we learned a lot because of it. Things are just gray sometimes.”

Seeing the gray can be humbling. You’ll remember that time when you were in high school and judged your friend for getting back together with her boyfriend after he cheated, and realize how ignorant that was on your part. That maybe when you’re that young and weighed down by the mentality that you are in fact young, it sometimes causes mistakes to erupt. In the end, you realize that not one set of rules can be applied to every situation. The shades between white and black are endless, the circumstances between right and wrong are infinite, and there’s certainly no answer to suit all of them.

“What do you think is better? Living in ignorance or being jaded?” You asked after a few seconds of letting Jungkook’s words settle.

He tilted his head from side to side, letting himself think before finally answering. “I’m not sure to be honest. I mean, living ignorant in terms of relationships sounds nice in theory. You think if they cheat I’ll leave, if they disrespect me I’ll leave, if I’m just not happy anymore I’ll leave. It would be nice if things were actually that simple… But I just don’t think any relationship is perfect enough to hold to that standard,” He shrugged, sort of like he had given up on the idea of that flawless sort of love.

“Maybe you’re just too jaded,” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair.

He laughed through his nose. “Yeah, probably.”

“But I guess I think the same. I mean, even for the opposite it’s true. Like you said, in theory if you love someone then you’ll be with them, but that’s not always the case… Life gets in the way sometimes.” The words came out as sort of a whisper, your eyes darting to and away from Jungkook, but he still managed to see the sliver of projection you had cast into your words.

“Talking about… Any person specifically?” He asked cautiously while still leaning closer to where his lips were almost brushing against yours.

You felt your heart thunder inside of your chest. The blood rattled your ears, every passing second sending a flash flood of sensations. Buried within that, the memories of four years reflected back. The hate, the anger, the bitterness, the resentment. The passion, the happiness, the comfort, the bliss. It was this clash of emotions, so fierce and so wild. However, even with the bad so daunting and unforgiving, it was the good that allowed you to remember how much things had changed. How you don’t hold disdain so close to your heart, and instead you carry fondness of what it has permitted you to become.

“I love you.” The pure curve of your lips tilted upwards, letting the words slip out in the most unapologetic of ways. Every syllable cherished and branded across both of your pessimistic hearts.

Jungkook felt the words like a punch to his gut. It was so physically responsive as it stole the air from his lungs. The bitter burn of knowing that you were only saying it because you knew that it wouldn’t change anything. The lingering singe that was still embedded in his blood from when he uttered those exact words to you eight months ago, and you told him that you just couldn’t do it again.

He kissed you as if it were the last time, and that was because it most likely was. He moved with purpose, his hands pinning your shoulders back, the light gasp before you became pliant beneath him making his ears ring. His lips ran across your skin as if to memorize every inch. He thought that maybe a few months from now when he hit that inevitable lull of realization that it was really, really over, he would be able to bring up the map of your body that he traced tonight. Maybe it would somehow dull the ache, knowing that at least it happened. No matter how broken or fucked up, at least it was real.

You felt his emotions so vividly, but maybe that was because they mirrored your own so well. Every touch so light, almost as if the two of you were afraid that too much too quickly, would be enough to shatter even the already mangled fragments of what remained. Nothing was spoken as each article of clothing from the both of you collected on the floor. The pile grew bigger, serving as the unfortunate reminder of the passage of time, and how this would soon be over. But even with what he didn’t say, you felt with his hands on your waist, his mouth on your temple, and his knee parting your thighs.

He managed to find his voice once more with his forehead pressed to your belly. “I love you too.”

Your hands quickly found Jungkook’s shoulders, urging him upwards again. Your fingers landed softly on the curve of lips, lining them softly as you read the constellations of what he was feeling in the deep reflection of his eyes.

“I don’t want this to be sad,” You said, voice shaky.

“Me either, but it’s just hard for me not to treat this whole thing like glass.” He settled between your legs, body comfortably sitting on top of yours. “I just don’t wanna break it for good.”

“Then don’t think of it like that.” You ran your fingers through the strands of his hair, a slight smile sitting on your lips as he leaned into the touch. “It’s just… In pieces.”

Jungkook’s brow raised skeptically. “Uhm, isn’t that the definition of broken,” He asked.

“What I mean is that each piece is its own thing,” You said, shifting beneath his so he could really hear this. “There are pieces that show the good and the great, and there are others that show the literal fucking worst. But no matter how many pieces our relationship has broken off into, they still fit. It looks broken, but it doesn’t have to stay broken.”

“Okay well first of all you definitely heard that on a podcast,” He laughed, and you followed because admittedly it was true, but you also meant it in its entirety. But then however Jungkook continued, his laugh suddenly fading into something more serious. “But that… That also sounds like hope, and I don’t want false hope when it comes to you.”

You sighed, hating how complicated the two of you had made this. Four years of situations webbing together in an unnavigable mess.

“I meant that even in terms of friendship. I know we’re not the best at keeping this platonic, but we’re learning. We aren’t the same people that we were when we first met. Not even close — which is a good thing, because we sort of sucked,” You grinned, and he couldn’t help but nod along smiling. “But hey… Maybe someday somehow you’ll end up in New York with me.” For some reason you couldn’t help but include your wishful thinking.

Jungkook snorted in response. “If I ever end up in New York, something terribly good and unexpected has happened in my life, or maybe terribly bad depending on how you look at it. I’m talking some Breaking Bad level shit.”

“Where is your optimism?” You giggled.

“Lost somewhere in the back of a calc-2 lecture hall on December 8th of last semester’s finals week.”

“Aw, did you not pass?” You asked, genuinely concerned since you really hadn’t talked to Jungkook in recent months. Probably to avoid emotional situations such as the exact one you were currently in.

“No, I did. I mean it was barely passing, but still. It was sort of tragic how much I studied for it and still — actually no,” He suddenly paused midsentence. “I’m lying on top of your beautiful naked body talking about fucking calculus. That is the real goddamn tragedy here.”

You both laughed as he leaned down to plant pecks across the bridge of your nose, down your chin, and against your eyes. Allowing yourselves a moment to bask in such a simple and happy moment.

“Then do something about it,” You whispered, leaning up on your elbows deepen the kiss.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He smirked, sliding his palm between your thighs. “I very much plan to.”

He palmed at your slick heat, swallowing your gasps just as quickly as he created them. Once he started a particular motion, your hips jumped off the bed, chasing the feeling.

“There?” He murmured, giving another circle of his fingers around the responsive area.

You nodded quickly before baring your neck back. Jungkook felt your moans in his gut. Each twist of his fingers had your hips stuttering against his hand, your voice unabashedly sinking through the drywall of his apartment. However, even in that moment where his brain was fuzzy with desire, he still felt the impending end of it all eating at the back of his mind. That having you here, beneath him, professing your love, it was all just for that one singular moment, and then it would be back to nothing.

You could sense that sadness even through your pleasured haze and so you quickly pushed him off of you until he was laying on his back, a confused look on his face until you were straddling him, leaning forward to kiss and whisper soft assurances that things would be okay. He quickly relaxed into it, his hands settling on your sides, nails digging gently into your skin.

“Condom?” You asked as you shifted, feeling his member grazing the inside of your thigh.

He nodded, giving you one long, incredibly sweet kiss before breaking away to fish his jeans off of the floor. He grabbed his wallet, pulling the condom out before tossing everything else back onto the ground. He ripped it open, swiftly rolling it down his hardened length before settling his hands onto your hips and guiding you down until you felt him pressing at your heat. You both sighed deeply, feeling the harsh flare of warmth in your gut as Jungkook buried himself deeper inside of you until he bottomed out, stilling to give you a second to adjust.

Your brows furrowed, mouth parting slightly as the pleasure manifested itself as quiet moans, almost allowing you to forget the somber undertone of the entire situation. However, it was unfortunately short-lived, the second your eyes opened to see Jungkook sitting beneath you with his blissed out expression, all of the implications of that moment came crashing down. You inhaled sharply, your voice seeming to break before you could get the words out.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” You breathed out harshly as you buried yourself into his neck, his arms almost instantly wrapping around your back to shield you with some sort of comfort. You both stayed like that for a minute or so, just completely consumed in each other, taking in that beautiful moment of being so connected that it was possible, even if only slightly, to feel as if anything moving forward didn’t exist, and that it could just be like that forever.

But eventually you did have to move, feeling his hand come up to guide your face from the crook of his neck until you were pressing against his forehead, glimmers of sadness reflecting off of both of you. But even with sorrow tugging at his heart, Jungkook still managed a smile for your sake.

“Ready to make another piece, babe?” He eventually asked, and you could almost feel your heart crumble deep inside of your chest.

“Not the final piece though, right?” You asked, just to give yourself some sort of thread to hang onto.

“Of course not,” He said, shaking his head as if the idea was ridiculous. “Hey, five years from now maybe I’ll see you in some weird ass coffee shop in New York, and we’ll make another piece, yeah? And who knows, maybe it’ll be such a big piece that all of the splintered moments from the past four years will seem so stupid and insignificant.”

You smiled at the hopeful scenario and buried it somewhere deep inside of your soul.

“I love you.”

You both repeated it so many times after that, that it was hard to tell who was actually saying it at any given moment. Things just sort of started to melt together. He pressed deeper inside of you, pushing you until you were both a mess of tangled limbs and shuddered breaths. The seconds quickly turned into minutes, until the concept of time was so seemingly inconceivable that you could no longer even contemplate how long you had been pressed against his sheets, stuttered highs wracking your body, seemingly one after another.

Slowly the two of you forged this new and shiny piece of the long and complicated journey that your relationship undoubtedly was. It sat perfectly next to all of the splintered shards, so unspoiled and pristine compared to everything else that you and Jungkook had broken over the years. But even though it was messy, even though it had its flaws, when you sat back and looked at the mirror in its entirety, you couldn’t help but marvel at it. You traced the journey, each crack leading to a new fork in the road, until eventually you ended up right here: with Jungkook’s bated breaths after reaching his high landing softly against your shoulder, with the two of you whispering how much you loved each other as you found your way beneath the comforter, with this mural of mistakes, happiness, and life living inside the both of you, forever.

“Let’s try not to break this piece,” Jungkook said eventually, yawning as he pulled you into his side.

“I think it’ll be okay even if we do.” You simply smiled, your face pressing lovingly into the warmth of his chest before molding your lips against his in a light kiss that was tinged with the edges of sleep. “After all, we’ll always have our chance at a coffee shop in New York.”

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epean-blogs · 5 years

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𝙂𝙀𝙉 𝙕 & 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂

By: E.M.Y.

Generation Z or shortly called “Gen Z” according to Tech Target (Rouse.M. 1999 – 2019) is the demographic cohort following Generation Y, also known as the Millennials or the Millennial Generation; other names suggested for this cohort includes iGeneration (iGen), Gen Tech, Gen Wii, Net Gen, Digital Natives and Plurals. The dates given for Generation Z ranges from the mid-1990s through the second decade of this century, although precise years vary according to the source. At over two billion individuals, Generation Z is the most populous generational cohort of all time. In common with Millennials, Generation Z is comfortable with technologies that are fairly recent for older generations, and Gen Z has grown up in the current environment of ubiquitous mobile communication

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The evolution of the technology is consciously growing and because of that, many inventions are made in order to make the life of man easier. One of that is the way of “Dating”. In today’s generation which is what they called “Generation Z”, the dating process becomes easier because of the help of the social media dating apps and internet, since in today’s world, people are getting hooked and interested in using social media in order to connect with other people, to know the trend, and also to communicate with others.

Online dating according to (2019. Bobology.com) is (also known as Internet dating), is a way for people to find and contact each other through the Internet to arrange a date, usually with the goal of developing a personal and romantic relationship. So as far as I’ve seen in today’s generation, many people especially teenagers are using online dating app in order to find a girlfriend or boyfriend, or for others, they use dating app not to find some serious relationship but just to have a “fling”. In terms of online dating, by now (2019) these are the top five best dating application used by the people in dating online:

Top 1

Bumble

Bumble is basically Tinder for women... and on a timer. Bumble requires women to message first and if the guy doesn't message back within 24 hours, he loses the potential match. Because that's the one thing my love life was really missing... arbitrary time limits.

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Tinder

Whether you're looking for a hookup or an LTR (long-term relationship), Tinder has you covered. It's basically the first stop for those entering the dating world. If you want to play the odds when it comes to online dating, you probably need to be swiping where everyone's swiping.

Top 3

OkCupid

OkCupid, how you confuse me. I have friends who've met spouses through OkCupid. My last serious relationship came from OkCupid. In fact, I've been on OkCupid, on and off, for roughly the last 11 years. Profiles are much more in-depth than most dating sites, and if you answer a seemingly endless series of questions, they will spit out a reasonable Match/Enemy percentage ratio on profiles to help you gauge compatibility.

Top 4

Hinge

Hinge focuses on common connections that you and a potential partner share on Facebook, which is great if you trust the judgment of your friends and family. Of course, some of us are trying to meet new people, far removed from our everyday lives. (Hinge may have gotten the hint, since you no longer need Facebook to sign up.) The app also asks questions to help you match with better connections, which can be a plus for serious relationship seekers.

Top 5

Coffee Meets Bagel

Coffee Meets Bagel hopes to offer users better quality matches by sending curated matches, or "Bagels," each day at noon. They suggest ice breakers for first messages and the profiles are more in-depth than Tinder. For people who like a little extra hand-holding, CMB isn't the worst option. However, I felt the app was confusing to use; too many features and too many gimmicks. I shouldn't have to lookup online tutorials to figure out how to use a dating app. And why call matches Bagels?

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The life of Generation Z depends on using mobile phones, internet, and social media and the advance technology, that’s why from what I see, many people tend to scroll and scroll on their phone and look for what is new. And since online dating is a trend #findingmyBoo as they said, many teenagers from Gen Z are being encouraged to use dating app. These are the pros and cons of online dating according to DR Lurve (2019) retrieved from (https://sporteluxe.com/the-pros-and-cons-of-online-dating/)

PROS:

Chat in your pjs

One of the advantages of online dating is you can skip the hours of getting ready and instead get into your dressing gown, put on a face mask and watch Netflix while you scroll through potential lovers. This year which is 2019 is considered a magical time because you hardly need to leave your couch to potentially find a date—saving you time, money and energy on someone who you isn’t a great match for you, even if your Aunt thinks otherwise.

Choose your preference

Thanks to advancements within dating apps, you can put filters in place so traits you desire in a potential lover will be top priority in your search. Being able to filter your preferred age, height, gender and location can help you find a match faster since filtering is something you just can’t achieve in real life.

Skip the awkward silence

Meeting people for the first time in social situations can have its share of awkward silences and downing drinks just to aide your anxiety. The beauty of the safety (inter)net is interacting with others without the panic sweats. You can meet people you’d never encounter in your own circle or take a chance by talking to someone you do know, but have never had the courage to privately speak to in person.

Say yes to guilt-free dating

Since most dating apps are free, it becomes easier than ever to find dates. Due to the number of potential partners you can find, having them all in one or two apps can make life less complicated when trying to find ‘the one’. Being able to message multiple people can help you narrow down who you want to meet and who you want to delete. And don’t feel guilty for chatting with others, it’s highly likely that every person you chat with is doing the same thing as you! While all these advantages are fantastic and make meeting someone more convenient, there can be some detrimental downsides to online dating that you need to be aware of before swiping right.

Cons:

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Online communication

Communicating with a prospective partner through a screen can be less stimulating and intimate than talking in face-to-face, this can also have an impact on how your relationship progresses. If the person you’re talking to is more comfortable chatting online than conversing with you over dinner, it might be time to move on. A relationship cannot survive without proper communication and the both of you being comfortable in each other’s company. Keep an eye out for those who say ‘I love talking to you’ but constantly flake on catching up.

Beware of catfishes

People have the opportunity to be anyone they want to be behind the walls of the internet. Through your phone you might perceive them as genuine and funny, perhaps someone you could hold a conversation with over drinks, but once you meet, they turn out to be quite creepy with your fight or flight mode ready to take action. When meeting someone unfamiliar, make sure a friend or family member knows who, when and where you’re meeting, safety is extremely important in these circumstances.

Choose your apps wisely.

Different apps have different purposes, but the main goal is to find a partner—or so you would think. Sites like eHarmony and RSVP have a higher respectability rate than Tinder and Bumble (as found in a 2017 study), so what does that mean for those looking for a long-term relationship? With Tinder boasting 26+ million matches per day worldwide, people that have it, along with Bumble, may say they’re looking for a relationship, but you’ll have to take that with a pinch of salt. While some people may genuinely be looking for their perfect ‘one’, others will be searching for their perfect ‘one night stand’—keep your heart open but not on your sleeve.

Many teenagers in generation Z wants a “Quick and easy way” on getting things. That’s why many of them are getting interested on using dating application, because getting a girlfriend or boyfriend is easier when you are using a dating app. Don’t forget that the best date to have is the typical date like watching movies, eating together, etc. Lastly, all I can say is that choose wisely and date wisely.

SOURCES:

https://whatis.techtarget.com/definition/Generation-Z

https://www.cnet.com/pictures/best-dating-apps/6/

https://www.bobology.com/public/What-is-Online-Dating.cfm

PICTURE SOURCES:

https://sporteluxe.com/the-pros-and-cons-of-online-dating/

https://www.glamourmagazine.co.uk/gallery/best-dating-apps

https://www.consultingcompanys.com/pros-cons-online-

https://www.therampageonline.com

https://www.yourtango.com

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robertvasquez763 · 7 years

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The Son and the Heir: Riding Harley-Davidson’s Latest Factory Flat-Tracker, the XG750R

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Much has been made recently of Harley-Davidson’s lack of youth-market penetration. Some millennials claim that the boomer-centric vibe of the company’s heavily accessorized and rather expensive motorcycles does not suit their lightweight, cash-strapped lifestyles. Pundits—as pundits are wont to do—are claiming that the Motor Company is in crisis. Some opine that perhaps it shouldn’t have killed off the Buell sport-bike marque. Others assert that maybe it shouldn’t have merged the Softail and Dyna lines, dispensing with the latter name in the process, just as a group of younger hipsters was beginning to embrace the Dyna.

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Evel doing Evel on his XR750 in 1975, leaping vans in the Wembley Stadium parking lot.

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Others might point out that its newish entry-level machines—the four-valve, overhead-cam, water-cooled 60-degree V-twin Street series motorcycles—are too much of a divergence from the brand’s core competency: large-displacement air-cooled pushrod 45-degree twins with that immediately identifiable potato-potato sound. What better way to build some cred into the relatively new motor than by taking it racing? And what better form of racing is there to showcase it than flat track, a wholly American sport that’s having a bit of a renaissance at the moment? Even better, it’s a sport that the bar and shield has basically owned for the past four decades, thanks to its venerable XR750, undoubtedly one of the great motorcycles of the 20th century.

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There are two components of motorcycling that appeal to most riders. Foremost is the experience of actually being on the machine, moving through space and time. Words have been spilled on this subject, and so far nobody I’ve run across—including riders more thoughtful, introspective, and articulate than myself—has nailed it exactly. No matter how it’s described, there’s always a “Yeah, it’s that, but there’s something else, too.” The bit that’s easier to explain is the connection to myth. For guys like Mark Wahlberg, the impetus is some Hopper/Fonda thing. For a legion of bikers who threw legs over Dynas in the past decade, it’s Kurt Sutter’s Sons of Anarchy, although they probably wouldn’t admit it.

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The KR was the XG750R’s great-granddaddy. Here, a pair of them rip down the straight at the 1966 Sacramento Mile.

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For me, it’s the lingering cultural whispers of the late 1970s and early 1980s, when Kenny Roberts was ruling Europe, Terry Vance was burning up the quarter-mile, and the AMA’s Grand National series, which consisted largely of flat-track events, was still the biggest thing in American motorcycle racing. The blurry echoes of childhood; half-remembered ghosts of photos in Popular Hot Rodding in airport waiting areas; radio spots for the Sacramento Mile. Flipping through my friend Kevin’s dad’s issues of Cycle World on summer afternoons when we’d come in from skateboarding or bombing around on our BMX bikes. It was the end of the benighted AMF era of Harley-Davidson, when the only guys who rode those things were gnarly die-hards. Everybody with any sense had a Honda CB750. The work required to run a Harley in those days made them rare, and their rarity made them unfathomably cool.

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With the American dominance of road racing in the 1980s, paired with the ascendence of motocross and supercross, flat track fell off a cliff. As Michael Lock, CEO of American Flat Track—a successor to the old AMA Grand National Series—says, “The people who were coming to the races were the same people who’d been coming to the races 30 years ago. They were just 30 years older.” And yet, in the past decade, a new generation of MotoGP and superbike riders have rediscovered the sport. GP phenom Marc Marquez’s Superprestigio, sort of an IROC for motorcycle racers, has become one of the must-see events on the two-wheel calendar. Valentino Rossi preaches the sideways gospel. American Flat Track just signed a TV deal with NBC Sports. And, perhaps most telling, Polaris went all in on the Indian Scout FTR750 program, building a flat-tracker from the ground up—including an all-new engine—to challenge Harley’s 40-odd-year dominance of the top class of the sport.

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While Indian was developing the FTR from scratch, Milwaukee decided on the race-what-we-sell approach to competition. The Motor Company finally retired the XR750, a motorcycle introduced for the 1970 racing season and seared into American consciousness as Evel Knievel’s aircraft of choice. Its replacement, which bowed in prototype form during the 2016 season, is the XG750R, carrying a version of the XG750A Street Rod’s Revolution X engine developed by Vance & Hines, the Southern California aftermarket manufacturer and race shop best known for extracting maximum potato from Harley’s large pushrod twins.

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The XG750A Street Rod lends a worked version of its engine to the XG750R.

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In contrast to the roadgoing XG750A, which weighs in at 507 pounds dry, the R model weighs only about 300. Which, for the non-moto-savvy reader, is about 50 pounds heavier than a large-displacement single-cylinder enduro like the stalwart Honda XR650L, and it’s about 100 pounds lighter than a race-replica liter bike. MotoGP bikes, which make about 250 percent more power than trackers, weigh around 350, but GP machines aren’t going sideways on dirt. GP bikes also cost about 2 million bucks apiece. Indian sells its FTR750 to privateers for just $49,900. Trackers are elemental, sturdy, classically American things, a simple hammer and chisel in contrast to the multi-axis CNC machines that populate the MotoGP grid.

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Fire it up, and the XG750R offers up the same heavy-equipment rattle from the top end as its roadgoing relative, a sound not far removed from that of a modern four-valve Moto Guzzi V-twin. In fact, the entire character of the engine is more big-block Goose than it is Harley big twin. But unlike a full-size Guzzi or a Street Rod, the R’s engine revs to 11 grand. I nursed it out onto the hard-packed clay of the little Lodi, California, bullring, unsure of what to expect. The bike was still geared tall for the previous day’s Sacramento Mile, which made throttle inputs a bit more forgiving, a welcome trait since my only previous flat-track experience was on a small Yamaha making around a tenth of the Harley’s power.

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Your author aboard the XG750R in Lodi, California. CCR-related jokes related to his lack of speed are welcome.

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A perfect corner in flat-track racing works something like this: Cane the bike hard down the straightaway, get on the brake as you back out of the throttle, push the motorcycle down into the corner, aiming for a late apex while keeping yourself upright over the contact patch, get the bike turned, pick up throttle as you ease off the brake, lather, rinse, repeat. Cut speed too early, and you’re left having to add gas midcorner, which throws you offline. Trim the velocity too late, and, well, there’s a wall there to catch you.

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In preparation for my ride on the Harley, I’d taken a second stab at American Supercamp early this year. I’d fared better in my return to the flat-track school, finishing the weekend as a solid midpacker. I felt good about my progress, but there was plenty of room left to improve. In my head, I was thinking, “Man, if I don’t have things entirely wired on a one-lung Yammie 125, how damn hairball are things going to be on the big Harley?”

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Turns out, the things you do wrong on a 125 are largely the same things you do wrong on a 750. My worst fear was bombing into a corner, forgetting I was on dirt, and hanging off the inside of the bike, road-race style. I’m a major proponent of using your body weight to corner a motorcycle whenever possible; in fast bends, I’ve invariably got one cheek off the inside of the seat on my 900-pound Harley tourer and my head out in the wind past the screen. Not because I want to look showy, but because the FL’s flexi-flyer frame takes a far more positive set in corners and is less prone to spooky oscillation at speed. In short, my hard-wired instinct is to get off the inside of the motorcycle in corners. Do that on dirt, and it’s a very short trip to the ground. Thankfully, I did not do that. I did, however, continue my yellow-bellied habit of not driving the motorcycle deep enough into the corner.

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This would be a better story if I told you that I got on the thing and dug a rut in the concrete-like surface of Lodi’s short track, hanging the back end of the Harley out all the way around, engine screaming near redline, while singing “Born in the U.S.A.” in the voice of Jay Springsteen. It’d be a more entertaining yarn if I screwed up and launched myself headlong into neighboring Calaveras County. It’d even be an improvement if I got on, immediately scared the living hell out of myself, putzed around the track at 5 mph while feathering the clutch, and handed it off to the nearest person in a black-and-orange T-shirt, echoing Kenny Roberts’s famous statement after winning the Indy Mile on the flat-track version of Yamaha’s all-conquering TZ750 two-stroke four-cylinder: “They don’t pay me enough to ride that thing!”

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The reality of it is that, despite its status as a full-race machine, the XG750R is shockingly friendly. Discretion being the better part of not destroying Harley-Davidson’s factory race bike, I did not push the XG at all. I didn’t, however, ride around terrified that the thing would spit me off at its earliest convenience. In fact, aside from the lack of a front brake and the offset pegs—the right positioned to most easily wedge one’s knee into the tank for leverage, and the left set so the foot makes an easy transition from the ground back to the controls—it felt shockingly like a motorcycle, the kind of thing you’d bomb down to the store on, commute to work on, or ride around a lake at sunset. I fell into the oddball tracker slouch, I got my outside elbow up, I wedged my right knee into the tank, I pushed the bike down, and it simply went around the track. Taken on its own, the XG750R is a wonderful machine, and I want one.

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As a competition motorbike, however, the XG has not fared well against the Indian. At the FTR’s debut race last year in Santa Rosa, California, the Polaris unit announced that they’d just happened to hire that race’s top three finishers: Bryan Smith, Jared Mees, and Brad Baker. As the Indian Wrecking Crew, the trio has been largely unstoppable in 2017. As of this writing, Mees is leading the championship with nine victories, second-place Smith has four, and the winless Baker is hanging in in third, thanks to a season packed with consistent finishes. The only non-Indian wins have come courtesy of Kawasaki riders. Briar Bauman has managed two victories, while fellow Kawi pilot Henry Wiles pulled off a win at Peoria last month. Harley has not won so far this year, and there are only two races left in the season. Think about that for a second. Harley-Davidson, the company that largely carried the sport from the 1970s into the 2010s, has not yet taken a top-rank flat-track race in 2017.

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Since Indian announced the Scout FTR750, moto geeks have been clamoring for a factory street tracker, and the disappointment in some circles was audible when, rather than an FTR-style bike, the brand announced the Scout Bobber, nothing more than a restyled version of its entry-level Scout cruiser. Regardless of the XG’s performance on the track during its inaugural full season, a street version of the XG750R seems like a fantastic way to bring younger folks into the Harley-Davidson fold.

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The hard work has already been done. Just use a production-optimized version of the one-off narrowed engine case covers that Vance & Hines ginned up for the racer, and add lights and a front brake. In the name of cost cutting, a roadgoing XG750R could gain an extra 100 pounds in the process, but it’d still be a 400-pound, 75-hp motorcycle, which can be a plenty entertaining thing. Ask anyone who owns a Yamaha FZ-07. And if you’d like more power, surely Harley’s Screamin’ Eagle performance-parts division would be happy to sell you some.

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The Motor Company is banking on the XG750R to sell Street Rods, which is a little like Chevy using NASCAR to move Camaro ZL1s. There is, to put it bluntly, not a lot of commonality. The engines are somewhat related, they’re both rear-wheel drive, they both wear bow ties, and that’s about it. The Street Rod is not a bad bike, but the FZ-07 is a better one that costs hundreds less. To make another automotive comparison, if the Street Rod is a Mercedes-Benz CLA250, then the Yamaha is a Volkswagen GTI—a more competent all-around machine without the luxury-brand cachet. A toned-down XG750R, on the other hand, could be a bike worth saving the extra coin for, offering the same sort of lifestyle-accessory prestige as Ducati’s Scramblers. It’d be a bike to cast a showroom halo over the other Street models and bring some additional cachet to the Revolution X motor, a good powerplant that’s getting short shrift due to its low position in the line and its break with Milwaukee tradition.

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Hog Calling: The Ford F-series’ Chief Designer on Motorcycles, Pickups, and the Importance of Function

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Escape to Baja: Three Blissed-Out Days Touring Mexico on a Harley-Davidson

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Sidecar Racing at the Isle of Man TT Is Insane (and Insanely Cool)

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Perhaps I’m naïve about all this. Undoubtedly, both Polaris and Harley have run the numbers and feel that, while the race programs are worth sinking dollars into, the real money is in cruisers and tourers from the Scout/Sportster class on up. But it seems to me that an affordable, American-built street tracker with real racing heritage is not only a very usable everyday motorcycle, but the sort of thing younger motorcyclists could get very invested in.

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After all, if you ask a Harley hater if they’ve got any exceptions to their generalized distaste for the brand, they’ll invariably allow one: the XR750. Why not make its heir a cornerstone of a Harley-Davidson retooled for the next generation?

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jesusvasser · 7 years

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The Son and the Heir: Riding Harley-Davidson’s Latest Factory Flat-Tracker, the XG750R

Evel doing Evel on his XR750 in 1975, leaping vans in the Wembley Stadium parking lot.

The KR was the XG750R’s great-granddaddy. Here, a pair of them rip down the straight at the 1966 Sacramento Mile.

The XG750A Street Rod lends a worked version of its engine to the XG750R.

Your author aboard the XG750R in Lodi, California. CCR-related jokes related to his lack of speed are welcome.

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eddiejpoplar · 7 years

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The Son and the Heir: Riding Harley-Davidson’s Latest Factory Flat-Tracker, the XG750R

Evel doing Evel on his XR750 in 1975, leaping vans in the Wembley Stadium parking lot.

The KR was the XG750R’s great-granddaddy. Here, a pair of them rip down the straight at the 1966 Sacramento Mile.

The XG750A Street Rod lends a worked version of its engine to the XG750R.

Your author aboard the XG750R in Lodi, California. CCR-related jokes related to his lack of speed are welcome.

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robertvasquez763 · 7 years

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The Son and the Heir: Riding Harley-Davidson’s Latest Factory Flat-Tracker, the XG750R

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Evel doing Evel on his XR750 in 1975, leaping vans in the Wembley Stadium parking lot.

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The KR was the XG750R’s great-granddaddy. Here, a pair of them rip down the straight at the 1966 Sacramento Mile.

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The XG750A Street Rod lends a worked version of its engine to the XG750R.

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Your author aboard the XG750R in Lodi, California. CCR-related jokes related to his lack of speed are welcome.

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Hog Calling: The Ford F-series’ Chief Designer on Motorcycles, Pickups, and the Importance of Function

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Escape to Baja: Three Blissed-Out Days Touring Mexico on a Harley-Davidson

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Sidecar Racing at the Isle of Man TT Is Insane (and Insanely Cool)

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