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STAR RACER － ENHYPEN GREASE AU SERIES | PART 2 🚦

racer!enhypen & flaggirl!reader

PARTS: PROLOGUE, PART 1, PART 3 PART 4. coming soon...

TITLE: ST★R-RACER : PART 2. LOSING TIME

feat. ENHYPEN, TXT, STRAY KIDS?!

PLOT: in a small town during the 1950s, seems the only thing keeping careless teenagers entertained are drag races where only the elite participate. and those elite are known as star racers.

WARNINGS: coarse language, ooc idols, mention of death, light violence, sexual harassment, public humiliation, sleezy teenagers, manipulative personalities, slight angst, tba...

TAGLIST: @lalalalawon, @strvlveera comment your @/user to be added!

WORD-COUNT: 8.2k

NOTE: this part had no reason to be scrapped ten times. i apologise that half of this is just yeonjun being a dickhead 😭 but expect to see some new faces in this chapter and a little angst. would you like a playlist that fits each chapter because i'd be more than happy to make one. once again, there is writing in italic for defintions of 1950's slang. if it's distracting i can move it to a different section in every part. it's not proof read but eventually will be. i hope you enjoy !! likes, reposts and comments are all heavily appreciated, thank you.

you didn't see heeseung ever since the race for pinks.

no one did. it was like he vanished into thin air.

you couldn't sleep well at night, tossing and turning your head at the thought of something terrible that could've happened to him. or maybe the idea that he hated you so much he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

you couldn't blame him if that was the case. after all, it was your foolishness that made him suffer.

“you cheater," you taut under your breath to yeonjun, arms weakly falling to your sides after letting go of sunghoon's hand. the male laying comfortably in his chariot continued to grin from one ear to the other, patiently sitting up from his laid position.

"try me," he gestured back quietly, quiet enough no one could hear the silent rebut between the two of you. the very words made you grimace, eyebrows sinking in dismay. he unlocked his front door, his dark leather derbies dusted with a thin coat of dust as he stepped out and the crowd parted ways for him. he made haste in trailing towards you and your body flinched at the incoming presence. your filthy heels began to step back, hesitation jittering your legs in uneasiness, "don't you back out of a bet now." he coaxed with his sweet voice, finishing it in a dreadful whisper. the light pushes the audience lashed against your back forcing you closer towards your impending doom.

"i'll clue you," you stubbornly responded through gritted teeth, darkened eyes narrowing and the intrigued boy halted in his shoes, "you've just ruined your career before it even started," your words made his questioning gaze lift and he was breathlessly chuckling at your remark, slender fingers combing through his gelled brunette locks in amusement. the flock of students murmured amongst themselves, pondering why you said such a claim.

definition:'i'll clue you'. > i'll give you a hint.

"like apple butter, ts'what i like about you the most," he shook his head side to side gently and you felt a flame lit under your cheeks in embarrassment at his unexpected reaction. his perfect teeth shone, smiling as he finished his brief laughing session and walked the final steps in your path. there was nowhere to turn as the crowd filed behind wherever yeonjun went and you lost count of the number of faces you didn't recognise.

"y/n!" sunghoon's low voice was drowned out by the noisy woos and cheers the opposition exclaimed and just as you spun around to track your friend, choi's heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder to prevent you from leaving.

your breath hitched in your throat when he tore off sunghoon's jacket around your shoulders and threw it behind him like it was a lousy pile of threads. the cruel gesture made you want to catch it before it could get soiled in the dirt and trampled on like some carpet but you couldn't. the sudden cold breeze against your once again bare skin indented with divots of goosebumps and you loathed the chain of catcalls that came with it.

"let's hit the road, we've got a long night ahead of us," he replaced sunghoon's jacket with his own and not even the foreign warmth of his could subdue the goosebumps on your skin. you couldn't imagine what dastard thoughts sunghoon was thinking of while he watched you get chauffered into yeonjun's car.

maybe he was fighting the crowd to get his jacket back instead. you wouldn't know because as soon as you sat on the leather-clad seats of your enemy's car, you never looked back. as a familiar bundle of voices shouted out your name, you were glad you didn't because you couldn't handle the humiliation of being taken so easily.

the transforming evening sky had swirled the orange hues out, now darkened in a rich mixture of navy blue and purple, white bright splatters painted across the view. the car ride was silent, the only form of sound leaking through yeonjun's overpriced aux. his concentrated fingers tapped to the beat of the song, the dark leather-encircled steering wheel sounding flat and dense each time he hit it.

you pondered thoughtlessly, at what could've happened when you left the race track. heeseung could've tried to drive again and skidded off the edge, crashing to his demise. or maybe jay was proclaiming more about your 'whoring' activities and planning some get-up with pitchforks and torches waiting for you at home; swearing it was just a prank to your angered mother if she ran outside with a broom and fussed.

a click of irritation rung in your mouth, tongue against your front teeth at such boorish daydreams you used to escape the current situation you laid in. yeonjun must've gotten sick of your non-responsive behaviour and you heard the radio turn down in an instant. "head in the clouds, cherry?" yeonjun provoked but you kept silent at his call, head turned the other way to watch the glowy streaks of passing lamp posts flash by.

his dusky eyes flickered up to his rearview mirror which had two plush dice hanging from it and they shot in the air at every speed bump yeonjun crossed over. he noticed the crossing of your arms against your chest and your distant demeanour, immediately switching targets back on the busy road ahead. "don't like my tunes?" he humoured while he gently pistioned his foot on the break, coming to a clean stop at a red light. he swiftly raised his hand and rested his forefingers on the car stereo only to use his index to press a clicky button a few times.

each radio station cut off by one another sounded like a rundown movie theatre and he finally stopped at the station playing a slow, sedative song. you had to admit, the change in tunes somehow lifted the heft to communicate in the air.

song recommendation: i fall in love too easily > chet baker.

he noticed your shoulders start to relax and he bit back a giddy smile at his successful efforts, "i don't like it when you're down in the dumps," yeonjun remarked, hoping for some chain reaction from you. he was startled to find your deep irises burn holes into him from the rearview mirror.

"well, i don't see myself out of this bust any time soon," you replied irritatingly, uneasy hands clasping at the thin fabric of your top. his sight followed where your hands went, silently tracing the curves of your body.

"why do you hate me, doll face," he nagged with a squint of his eyes. you scoffed like he'd said a terrible joke.

"you being funny? heeseung could've died because of you and you're wonderin' if i hate you or not?" you gawked and he broke sight of your, head turning to his side window.

"so it's 'cause i played around with one of your boy friends, you hate me?" he tried to simplify and you were vexed at his patronising statement.

"clear as mud. we will never get along. we're enemies," you retorted while watching the colony of cars in front of you pass by. your hands removed itself from around your sides and to the fabric of clothing around you, wrapping it around you tighter as a cold gust blew past. the boy watched you graciously, his pink lips parting at his next statement.

"really now? your refusal to look me in the eyes says otherwise," he responded while you immediately attempted to prove him wrong by returning the gaze. you noticed the week-old bruise on his face return to it's original colour than it's previous painful violet hue.

"that's because i hate you," you grumbled while leaning closely towards his eager face to exaggerate your point. he reciprocated bravely, face just inches from yours with half-lidded eyes and raised eyebrows.

"yeah? well you got a funny way of showin' it. comfortable in your jacket?" he chirped through his chuckle and your face blared in a hot mess. your hands clearly on his material to coat your bare chest. frantic, you dropped your hands to your sides and allowed the jacket to undo itself.

"you bash ears," you rasped in a fluster and reeled your head to look out your passenger's window like previously. yeonjun amusingly laughed once again just as the green light appeared and stepped on the gas with a sudden rekindled light in his head.

definition:'you bash ears'. > you talk too much.

you'd never been on this side of town a lot. this was choi yeonjun's gang's turf. turfs should never be overstepped by crews that didn't own them. clearly something yeonjun never found a problem with.

the loud scrape of a seat caused by yeonjun urged you to sit down, pulling out a chair as if he were some gentleman. he sidestepped as you sat down and seated himself on the blue chair opposite from you. he slid a talk menu towards you on the white porcelain dining table but you were too distracted by the change of scenery to notice.

everyone was in blazers, suits, preppy skirts and other heavy-duty threads. every person your age looked as though they had just finished their bachelor of arts degree and were now going into their final year of college. you hated that it was somewhat intimidating. and you hated that the only familiar outlet you had was the devil himself sitting across from you.

"on me, dolly," he calmly reminded while you hadn't even touched your menu yet. his solemn gaze changed direction from the menu, that covered half of his face, to your quiet self. you were still taking in the atmosphere, oblivious to his piercing gaze, "still dreaming?"

no reaction. that was all it took for him to see red. choi yeonjun shouldn't have expected you to be happy-go-lucky on your forced night out. but, the fact you didn't even stand up for yourself anymore made him act rationally. it was starting to bore him.

the light graze of one's fingernails ghosted against your knee and that immediately brought the attention yeonjun wanted back to him like a spotlight. you furrowed your brows at his sudden motion and used the arms folded on your lap to swipe him off.

"behave. this is our bet, remember?" he coldly questioned with eyes so wide and round it almost made your skin crawl at his terrifying duality. you bit your lip with a small nod and forced your back to lean, arms retracting with the action and yeonjun could comfortably trap your knee in his hands once more. somehow, you felt an overbearing aura radiate off the male as he sucked air through his teeth, pleased with your compliance.

of course. what all men were after at the end of the day. nothing but a touch of skin that defined one's sexual appeal. you'd be lying if you said this was the worst thing you envisioned yeonjun would be doing on your night out, but it didn't make it any less unsettling.

wishing the conversation at the red light had perhaps gone differently, you wouldn't see yourself in such a difficult situation. your eyebrows curled upwards while his fingers ran up your lower thigh next, soft butterfly-like touches during the motion.

just as you were about to grab his wrist to unhand you, the waitress had come to yeonjun's signal. his free hand dropped from the air and he began to order as if his hands weren't about to creep under your denim shorts. you gritted your teeth and when his stern watch laid back on you when asked what you'd order, you spoke with a precarious voice, "strawberry milkshake."

noting down the list of orders, the waitress skipped off and yeonjun gave a satisfied grin at your behaviour. what if the waitress could see what he was doing underneath the table? what if she knew but didn't care for the fact rowdy teens always acted out in places like this? you felt so helpless and alone, regardless whether there were people all over the joint and a collection of cars parked outside the window.

"stop," you whispered roughly, eyes peering down at the table to avoid eye contact. yeonjun didn't budge, wanting to elicit a longer response, "you've won. so let it go."

his eyebrows softened at your revelation but his hand didn't drop guard, "what if i don't?" he whispered back in the same frail tone as yours mockingly, leaning closer towards your face with a pout on his lips. you frowned at his attempt to rile you up and it started to make the gears in your head turn at his mannerisms.

"you wouldn't. you're not that kinda person," you pleaded with seethed teeth as you finally returned your longing gaze to his. his orbs traced yours while he stared back into yours so intimately, almost losing his mind at your doe eyes that had a sense of desperation laced into them.

the grip on your thigh loosened while he tried to appeal himself. "then what kinda guy d'you take me for?" he asked with eyebrows feathering lightly. you tread lightly, cautious with your next carefully crafted answer.

"a guy who only wanted to prove himself," you pieced together and yeonjun's hand had removed itself from your leg altogether. yeonjun was made out a fool because of your clique. it still bothered him more than he let out, but you saw right through him. he pressed a tongue against the insides of his mouth, gaze faltering when it flicked to the side away from you and you knew you'd won this time. he was satisfied with your rebuttal and let you off the hook.

"when i said you're the kinda girl a guy would bend the rules for, i meant it," he quoted with a returning gaze. and he did, in the worst way possible. a brutal reminder of what kind of stunt he pulled on heeseung just to get you on this date with him. surely, a calculated move to get your friends in a frenzy.

"unreal. lodging me to this hunk of junk, somewhere my friends can't find us on purpose, ain't that right?" you pressed on and he started to unravel something from his jeans pocket, immediately contaminating the sugary diner scent with brash tobacco.

he was smoking. just the last thing you wanted, "you want a five star restaurant next time?" he exhaled and blew the fog in your face as though you were nothing but a worthless smoking area sign, "need some?" he asked while your face grimaced at the smoke.

"there won't be a next time; neither do i smoke," your refusal had him smirking with the stick poking out of his lips, intrigued. he learnt more about you the more he spent time in your company and he enjoyed that, "you're afraid of them, aren't you?"

"your guard dogs? why would i be scared of a circus act like them," he cooed, annoyed at your remark to pin him as 'scared'. you furrowed an eyebrow at his nickname for your friends and you wanted to rip his pride apart.

"then what's the point in this little game of yours," you seethed out, head tilting in inquiry. he leaned his arm forward to tap ashes into the ashtray in the middle of the table, taking the brisk moment to think.

"can't a guy want to treat his girl to a night out?" he questioned with a receiving smirk placed on his face. you wanted to gag at the thought of being called 'his girl'. yeonjun was nothing but an annoying prickle in your side, one minuscule move and he would remind you of his presence.

"not your girl, choi. i'm your bait," your chest heaved regret, sighing when the circumstances examined from afar wasn't in your favour at all

"like a moth to the flame. i'd like to see the mugs on those frats when they realise they've been beat," he consoled with no remorse and you wanted to hit the pavement as soon as the argument was over. was it too late to take back your sincere comment on the kinda guy yeonjun was? because maybe that wasn't the case at all.

a brisk moment of stillness passed and the waitress returned to place your orders on the table. somehow, you'd lost your meek appetite. maybe it was the previous conversation or the waft of cigarettes lingering on your beverage that had this effect.

"do enjoy your strawberry milks, don't you?" he questioned while snuffing the bud in an ashtray off the side and dropping it on the tin. "you like to think of sucking it off my finger again?" it was like he was a different person when you finally saw through him and knew he no longer had to sugarcoat his words to win you over. because he already got what he wanted, your concise reaction to being nothing but a pawn in his cunning game of deliberate revenge.

his enquiry made your chest squeeze at his belittling comment, sick of being played like a fool, "i think you're a sicko," you began and just as he was about to place a fry between his teeth, you took off his jacket draped over your shoulders and slung it on the table, rattling the dishes and cutlery on impact. and just what you aimed for, the milkshake. the pink drink painted his top and jeans, most of all, his face with milk, "suck on that."

and at that, you hopped up from your seat and stormed towards the very same door you entered in, ignoring the attention of everyone lingering behind you. the male was awestruck for a moment and like a movie resuming, he became animated again when the ringing of bells chimed in the diner. you charged forward, dismissing the muffled yell of your name within the establishment behind and towards the end of the car park.

a surge of adrenaline taking over your body while your heels echoed off the hard asphalt ground, jogging as cool and calmly as you could before immediately regretting giving his jacket away because shit it was cold. your lack of layers didn't aid you at all and worst of all, your ride home was now gone.

but you didn't blame yourself one bit, choi yeonjun deserved it. to get you to such a vulnerable state and lift you just to tear you down right after was such a fucked up thing to do. it's moments like these you prayed that a miracle would happen. like sunghoon wasn't getting strangled by two guys the last time you saw him and came in with his sleek ride all fine and dandy.

you were stranded in the most unfamiliar part of town you knew and after gaining several blocks away from the diner, you gave up and sat on the curb like a vagabond. "you did it now, y/n," you monologued and sighed with your knees pressed against your chest. there was no way you'd find yourself home.

but anything was better than sitting in a diner with pouty lips constantly ringing in your ears and inquiring about you every passing minute. so your eyes closed with a profound sense of peace away from such a suffocating individual. then, your eyes never opened.

only did you regain consciousness with the loud beep of cars and flashing headlights on the road ahead of you. at the alarming rate, your arm was being towed away.

panicked, you yelled in fear and flailed your arms to break such a tight grasp. the unknown specimen veered around to you and it was none other but jay to your rescue. the bright headlights against the side of his face highlighted his strong features well. you relaxed at the sight and realised the loud commotion on the street was from his car parked in the middle of the road that he so smartly did upon seeing your figure sitting on the curb.

"you idiot," you beamed at him with furrowed eyebrows, too fatigued to say anything smarter when he gently lifted your arm over his neck so he could transport you easier, your tired heels dangling from the floor when he stood up straight. you didn't remember anything about the car ride back. you must've been too exhausted and too cold to interact. jay dropped you home and made sure to place his sweater over your body so your mother didn't fuss at the skimpy clothes you wore.

but along with that, he said something about heeseung going missing. that the only thing found was his drenched ride at the spot you and sunghoon last saw him. that was probably the last night you slept peacefully since the announcement, tired out of your mind to really register the severity of it all.

your morning was sluggish the next day, waking up to see jay's clothes around your body and your discarded necktie tied around your wrist wasn't what you were expecting. so as soon as you washed up, changed your clothes and kissed your ma bye, you were racing to jay's garage, lengthy skirt kicking high in the air with every stride your feet took.

reaching the destined location in town, you knocked on the rolling garage door of his father's enterprise and await a response. the door began to retract upwards and you were met with jay standing with his hand still on the revolving door switch. his brows were raised but his mouth was pouting in that one face he always made but it soon melted into a smile at the sight of you. the other five men in the garage mirrored his reaction and looked so happy to see you safe and sound.

if there was a way you could hug them all at once, you'd do it but the last time that happened you almost got sent to the e-r for air loss so you stood there with a fiddling bottom lip while collecting the right words to say, "fuck. i'm so sorry, you guys," you expectantly wailed with their bodies immediately swooping you in reassurance and forgiveness.

jay placed both his calloused hands on your shoulders and sat you down on a workbench with him and his nice masculine scent wafted to your senses with every breath you took, something you didn't realise you dearly missed. upon sitting down, you couldn't miss the sight of heeseung's tarnished car on standby in the centre of the garage. the atmosphere turned heavy and you realised that the situation was more serious than you first envisioned if it's got these rowdy boys quiet for the first time.

"no news on lee, i assume," you hesitantly brought up and you saw a few of the men shake their heads slowly. to see the vehicle that was always winning gold so empty and abandoned like landfill turned your stomach unpleasantly. jungwon was in his usual coveralls with his dirty white gloves, a singular rag in hand as he tried his best to clean the remnants of car oil amidst it.

"nothin'. checked his house, even used a phone booth to ring up his number and, stalemate," jake replied on behalf of everyone and it made your heart falter at the reality that he was really gone.

"those knob-heads don't know anything about it?" you asked while referring to yeonjun's fleet from the race who had encased him in this situation in the first place.

"we were splittin' their wigs and trust me, nun' of them know anything," jay plaused, shaking out his sore knuckles that were blooming with red swipes across them. you only assumed that soobin and his lackeys escaped by the skin if their teeth after sunghoon informed everyone else about their scheme.

definition:'split a wig'. > to beat up someone.

"i'm beat..." you were lost for words at the situation and the other boys expected this reaction. where did heeseung go? and why did he up and go without saying anything?

"y/n, i wanna clear the air between us," jay shifted in his position and brought your attention back to him, gripping the workbench beneath him as he leaned over a little to watch your expression.

"no sweat, i'm over it now," you claimed and held your eyebrows upwards in empathy, a small smile on your face but you couldn't really be happy. lee's absence was clearer than day of the despair hanging in the atmosphere. you knew the other guys thought the same way, jungwon probably missed doing car modifications on his sweet ride every weekend. modifications that didn't consist of cleaning splatters on the dash and windows that finished with heeseung's grateful praises. meanwhile jake probably missed the silly handshake they'd do every time they regrouped.

"no, i was so outta line. i'd never want you to think i saw you that way 'nd, really, it's none of my business what you do with yourself," he shyly apologised and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure if his words would do the trick. but he relaxed as a soft pad of one's fingers massaged his coarse knuckles like a painkiller.

"you already proved yourself when you found me on the curb last night. i dunno how you did it. oh, and, your sweater's in the wash," you forgave his prideless apology and the corner of his lips tugged into a half smile.

"my jay-p-s went off, that's how," he kidded and abruptly yelled out in agony when you pressed down on his bruising knuckles as revenge. no one laughed at his joke but a few cracked up at his gruelling reaction in return.

"he'll be here all night, folks!" jungwon added onto the effect and you giggled lightly at the returning mannerisms of some of the guys.

"no but, how did you?" you inquired once again and he looked guilty for a split second, innocently peeking up at his ceiling as though he'd gotten a new paint job on it.

"you kiddin' me? obviously, if choi had you in his ride, i was hauling ass behind him," he admitted and you raised an eyebrow with an intrigued smile.

definition:'haul ass'. > driving fast.

"you didn't see anything, did you?" you questioned with a concerned raise of your eyebrow. jay shook his head, holding onto his elbow with one hand while the free one was against his lips as he grazed his mouth on his nails in hesitation.

"hey... choi didn't, y'know, do anything to ya?" jay reluctantly asked and scanned your sitting pose from top to bottom in worry. immediately the skin ripping feeling of his hand all over your thigh flashed back like a nightmare and a dry lump in your throat swallowed. you'd almost forgotten all about the night out with yeonjun and the confusing, hurtful things he did to you.

jay noticed your demeanour and his doubtful body language stiffened at the idea of yeonjun putting you through hell with his absence allowing it to happen. your shifting gazes settled back on his angered face and you instantly reassured him, "no. choi isn't the freamer you think he is." jay sat up straighter and shook his head disapprovingly.

"hard to believe when you're quizzing me if i seen anything or not," he retaliated afterwards and you grew quiet at that again. in your eyes, yeonjun wasn't a half-bad guy. anyone else who had you alone and afraid in a part of town you'd been in before would've taken advantage of such a vulnerable state.

yet, yeonjun only played mind games with you and succeeded in breaking through you. but when it came to the deed he did to heeseung, that was a whole different story.

the warm hold of someone's long arms wrapped around your waist pulled you out of your destructive thoughts and when you slowly peered up to see the person in action, you weren't expecting riki. he leaned all his weight atop of you and gradually slid down your shirt to your long, comforting skirt which he laid his head against, "i was a lump of coal without you, y/n," he admitted and you smiled a little at his sincerity. his dark hair pressed against your comfortable lap made his eyes flutter closed, taking in your familiar scent like some house cat.

"we all were," jake added and you scanned the entire room and the sweet faces of your friends looking back longingly. of course, the only other place you'd rather be. the company of such friends within this diesel-scented garage, circus-act or not.

"sorry, i couldn't stop 'em from dragging you away. the crowds were flippin'," sunghoon apologised, the guilt most likely eating him alive when he never saw you again that night.

"i just hope you got your jacket back," you cited and his sharp fangs grinned at that giddy remark.

"i did," he answered back and you sighed in relief. it was a pretty nifty jacket at that. jungwon clapped his hands and sought the attention of everyone back to him.

"let's beat feet, i'm craving a double-decker burger," jungwon abruptly suggested, hopping up to his feet and wiping his forearm against his forehead. the proposal resulted in a tide of encouragement echoing against the garage walls, and a stroke of oil above jungwon's eyebrows.

definition:'beat feet'. > depart quickly.

"you're what?!" everyone yelled in unison, knives and forks hitting their porcelain dishes loudly and earning all attention from everyone else dining in the establishment.

"i'm dropping outta school, that's the buzz," sunoo parroted and your eyes widened at the reveal. he clicked his tongue and leaned over the counter to reach for a fry within jay's plate to eat, despite being the very worker who delivered it to him, "my old folks were frosted when i told them i lost a hundred and ten bucks. so now i gotta work it back."

definition:'frosted'. > angry.

"you kiddin'? why would you admit that?" jake asked with his mouth ajar in total skepticism. sunoo stuck his chin out and waved his head side to side, exaggerating his hissy remark simultaneously.

"well, what do you think i tried first? they didn't believe my tale about the papers blowing away in the wind because apparently i never go outside," outraged, most likely at his parent's assumption, sunoo rolled his eyes arrogantly at such inferences. jake held himself back from beratting the boy in uniform while jay laughed out loud with a mouthful of fries.

"cash blowing away? what kinda excuse is that you dud!" jay meanly teased and sunoo was about to lose his cool behind the counter.

"hey, you try and come up with an excuse on the spot. it's harder than you think," he argued while wiping his salt-coated fingertips on his clean apron.

"surely you would've thought of one the moment you betted fifty-five fuckin' dollars," sunghoon's input immediately shut down sunoo's rebuttal.

"okay? who could've seen heeseung hyung losing by getting drowned in oil happening?" his insensitive wording made the group run quiet as if a noisy stream of a faucet was abruptly turned off. the awkward tension made sunoo regret his sentence, "no one. exactly."

"cool it," jay snapped, unhappy with the other boy's decision to bring up such a topic with no remorse. sunoo recoiled his arms that were resting atop the counter and looked taken aback by the crushed chattery atmosphere.

"kay. just so you know not to look for me if i'm not in math on monday," sunoo concluded while refusing to look at anyone's eyes. the lack of responses just made your head nod in return and take a sip of your cold cola, the loud straw only adding to the awkwardness.

riki splayed his arms out on the counter, limbs long enough to overhang off the edge whilst in the motion and he groaned into the hard surface, "we're at a low," he confessed, only saying what everyone else had on their mind. the diner bells rang and the just arriving customers whispered amongst themselves, some a little too loud. loud enough for you to pick up that they were talking about your group and the failure of yesterday's race.

the instance brought a question up, "who's interested in takin' star racer?" jay's voice asked around and an alarming amount of responses returned. no one. no one made a sliver of sound.

"why not you again, hyung? people would pin you," riki suggested and jay had to think about it.

"jungwon?" jay turned to his friend who was too invested in his awaited burger to prep himself. his eyebrows furrowed while he swallowed down his previous bite.

"c'mon. i like to fix cars, not drive 'em," he responded and jay made a scoffing sound with his mouth.

"same thing," he responded with eyes scanning the ceiling as he jostled the ideas in his head to try and find a connection between the two himself, clearly just spewing out answers without thought.

"no, they really aren't," jungwon wrapped up and jay gave up his pestering. instead, he turned towards sunghoon who shrugged his shoulders in return.

jake, his next victim held his hand out flat and tilted it side to side, motioning there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd go for it, "dunno. something just ain't right taking hyung's spot like that," he fessed and sunghoon agreed.

"sunoo," you playfully recommended and the male in question shot you a look of fright. the other boys started cooing his name and pulling at his uniform mockingly.

"i don't have the time for those games. i'm a working man," he replied instantly, swiping the bickering male's hands off his uniform and readjusting his hat to sit on his hair properly. but his refusal fell on deaf ears because the following day, sunoo was strapped in jay's car with his hands on the wheel and an exasperated expression glued on his face.

"hey! seriously?!" he shouted in retaliation while his wide hazel eyes were scanning the view in front of him. right in the middle of the dried-up dam, you and the other men stood in a group aside from sunoo bursting out the seams at his predicament.

"sunoo, whatever you do, don't press on the right pedal," jay shone a quick smile and banged the dash of his vehicle loudly before skipping away while sunoo scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. might this be a reminder that sunoo had never driven a car before.

"don't what?!" he yelled while cluelessly stepping on the said pedal, making the car suddenly veer forward and stop with a violent recoil, sending the boy's nose into the steering wheel. his high-pitched scream was enough to make your gut clutch tighter in laughter. you hadn't laughed like this in what seemed like centuries ago.

"thank god you y'got that safety belt on! otherwise, you would be flying, candy ass!" sunghoon called out and the brashness of his words made sunoo freak out more than he already was.

you needed moments like these. you didn't know how you could've made it through such a lonesome week without your friends. the routine would repeat, go to school, meet up at jay's garage to help wipe down heeseung's abandoned chariot, and try your best to sleep. it was hard but you didn't think anyone else had it harder than jungwon though. his connection with the car was deeper than you ever could comprehend and he always stayed longer with it than everyone else, pleading to jay's dad to let him stay after hours.

you wished your little group could stay close like this forever. but it didn't. instead, it was slowly tearing apart.

jay was crowned star racer again. not much of a surprise to you. the only thing surprising you were the come-and-go of the title when he, jake and sunghoon lost the upcoming weekend.

and so the week after was all the same. jay's pride was damaged, harder than it ever had been before. so much that he pulled out of racing for a bit to 'work things out'. you had your suspicions to what that could indicate but if jay suddenly came back and announced he had to leave as well to go on some holiday, you think you'd tear your hair out.

"i have to leave to go on some holiday," his statement made jungwon drop the tool he had in his hand, colliding on the hard cement with a loud thwack.

"you goof, tell me this is a bit," you begged while staring at jay who entered through the mesh door of the garage that connected to the main facility of his establishment.

"s'not a bit. i just got off the ear with my old man," he implored while running his hand through his black straight hair. your group was splitting and this was the turning point where you realised it. your hands bunched up the fabric of your light sundress, head slowly dropping to the ground in dismay.

"ey, cheer up, keeper. i'll be back before y'know it," he softly comforted while noticing your disappointed facade. you lifted your head and returned your gaze to the boy with upturned eyebrows.

definition:'keeper'. > a close friend.

"you'd better, or expect a bad review on your dad's dashboard," you tried to joke but it still bothered you that the missing numbers in your group were increasing.

that left three eligible racers to turn the tides on the fractured track record of your school's wins. sunghoon, jake and riki. your familiar tall friend's blonde hair waved in the passing breeze, sunglasses propped on his hair almost covered by his gold tufts.

he was chewing something like gum in his mouth, tilting his side mirror to face him for a split second to view himself. satisfied, he returned it back to it's previous placement and returned his focus to the drag strip in front of him.

"who's that stud? i've never seen him before," people's gossip travelled to your ears while you stood at the sidelines, watching as the flag girl from the other school was preparing herself for the race. "that's nishimura."

"nishimura riki? i thought he stopped racin' for good," the whispers continued mindlessly and a lightbulb in your head turned on as you remembered exactly what they were talking about.

a couple of months back, the fuzz was called on the scene in the middle of a race when riki was in it. why? because his car wasn't even his car. it was stolen.

definition:'fuzz'. > the police.

when the police arrived, everyone had to run out of the scene to not get caught. the police went ape at the illegal races. he was caught and pulled the age card, blaming it on peer pressure which was total bullshit. he knew what he did, sneaking into his neighbour's car, god knows how he did it, and successfully copping the vehicle into the drag strip. to you, it was funny as hell watching riki get chased down by the fuzz while screaming like a girl.

but to the other students from both your and the opposition's school, this gave riki a bad rep. nobody liked having their parents called and getting scolded for going to unsolicited grounds where adolescents were gambling, smoking and passing booze around. since then, riki never got admitted to another race again.

till today, that is.

today's opposition was a tough crew. in your eyes, they were nothing but a group of stray kids that had tires for brains.

"hwang hyunjin, that sly dog," sunghoon cussed under his breath, right beside you with his hands in his signature jacket's pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. you craned your head upwards to look at him curiously only to find him distracted, head turned forward to stare at the crowd. no, not the crowd but the boy in front of it to be exact. radiant red hair highlighted by a nearby lamp post made a boy seem unreal from the mob behind him. his appearance made him look like he starred in a hollywood movie and you were all just side characters.

"i hope you're not getting a case of the zorro's, star racer," you teased while your arms crossed over your chest and you watched one of his cheeks lift while he smiled at the title.

"i'm not. i've just faced off with him before and he's no joke. as alarmin' as that mop on his head," he insulted and a chuckle poured out of your lips in response. hyunjin was talking to the boy in the vehicle beside riki's, someone you'd never seen before.

"who's that new rug rat?" you questioned, referring to the individual you didn't recognise and his youthful appearance. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows while blowing smoke between his lips, trying to see the boy in the distance.

defintion:'rug rat'. > small children.

"that tag-along is always with their crew," he answered, a weird answer to your ears at that. the newbie's head faced forward again and while he smiled, something against his teeth shone. the boy had braces. his boyish appearance quelled you in confusion.

"does no one know who he is?" you asked sunghoon again, hoping he'd somehow know as he affiliated with racers more than you did. an unknown deep voice from behind you chimed in instead, sending shivers down your spine at the abrupt interference.

"yang jeongin," the figure crept into your view and you were met with dark irises staring down at yours and light specks of what looked like freckles on his nose left you were puzzled if such a rash voice belonged to a boy with such soft features.

"felix," sunghoon spoke and the male with ashy-dyed locks grinned at him, "steady off our turf, mind you," your friend lowly warned and the boy held his hands up while taking a minuscule step backwards onto the edge of the drag strip.

"easy, i don't bite," he playfully cooed while dropping his hands to his side and settling them inside his back pockets. you observed him, top to bottom and wow. he was a sight. ash-coloured hair almost as silver as sunghoon's except it was styled in a mullet, the back of his hair spiking past his neck. his brown eyes clocked down into yours for a second, taking in your appearance just the same, "hey chickababe."

definition:'chickababe'. > an attractive girl.

sunghoon's arm ghosted against yours while you replied to the boy in front of you, "hey, freckles," you smiled and his head playfully tilted to the side at your nickname for him, "i'm sorry to tell you that yang's going down."

his eyebrow raised at your revelation, "ey, ice it. he might hear you." his head turned behind him for a brief moment while the nonchalant response startled you, was he really downplaying his mate? noticing the surprise in your raising expression, he chuckled, "just kidding. tell rick' my condolences for his loss."

the competitiveness aura in the air intensified, his insult towards your friend ringing in your ears, "his name's riki. you not around here, are you?" you doubted with squinted eyes still focused on the male, clearly trying to rile the stranger up at his tedious claims. riki was actually good at racing, just always outshined by the older boys to have a chance.

"matter of fact, i'm not," he proved you wrong proudly and you weren't entirely shocked at his response. you could hear it in his voice, a foreign accent lacing his words altogether, "born in australia."

"really? how are things down under?" you questioned, intrigued by the new acquaintance.

definition:'down under'. > nickname for australia.

"swell. you want'ta ask my number next?" he teased and you arrogantly rolled your eyes at his complacent flirting. sunghoon subtly snaked his arm around your waist and you acknowledged his advances with a lift of your head towards his.

"watch it, y/n breaks hearts," sunghoon mused and you scoffed at his antagonising banter. leaning closer towards the male around you, you picked the cigarette in his mouth and held it in front of him meanly, toes digging into the dirt when you shifted your weight onto them just to reach.

"quit the propaganda," you complained in annoyance. the taller male just leaned down to your hand placed in the air and bit on the cold end of the bud, soft lips against your stern fingers daringly to take it back.

"sorry, sweetheart," he requited and the words were pleasing to your ear. felix shifted his foot, noisy pebbles scratching against his converses breaking your attention from sunghoon and back to him in an instant.

"y/n, that's your name," he echoed, his attractive accent glazing your name in a way only your heart understood at the tug it resulted in. your encounter with the male was interrupted abruptly when the cold gust of wind against your backside made you flinch and look back to find your skirt mid-air, just held up by the hands of another unfamiliar face.

you gasped in shock, turning around in an instant whilst flattening the flying fabric to lay back against you. the brash male caught red-handed only laughed, head thrown back and his palms pressed against his abdomen while his long legs strode right past you and next to felix. someone who you'd hope is just as concerned except he was laughing with the perpetrator. your face burned like an open fire, embarrassed at such a trick being pulled on you.

sunghoon tossed his cigarette into the dirt, stepping on it as he drove forward to grapple onto the dirtbag's shirt, "you'd better crawl right back in that ditch y'came from before i lay you dead on the track," sunghoon lashed out, the boy pausing his laughing session and glaring right back at him with a sinking head.

"jesus, don't have a cow, i was just playin'," the stranger complained and you could hear a similar accent in his voice as felix's. sunghoon, with clenched teeth, released the other boy's collar with a harsh recoil of his fists when he stepped back.

"apologise," he ordered, half pissed at the guy and most definitely at the scrapped cigarette he had to put out. the curly black-haired boy just glanced at felix, a weirded-out smile placed on his face.

"she your missus or something?" he ogled while looking at you when you deliberately turned away. sunghoon fought back everything inside him to not toss the unfamiliar presence in front of riki's car to get him ran over in return for his prowling statements.

"doesn't change the fact your hard-on's making you act out in front of a girl," your friend retaliated, resulting in the other specimen faking a laugh, sneaking a glance at his black jeans meanwhile. you peered up at sunghoon and saw him biting back a mean smile which made you want to burst out laughing at him noticing the discreet peek the stranger did as well.

"apologise, chan hyung," felix nagged, clearly receiving second-hand embarrassment for his friend. the boy now known as chan nodded his head and swiped his nose with his thumb briefly, also slightly embarrassed.

"yeah, my bad, my bad," he replied repeatedly and you finally looked up at him. strong bone structure and thick eyebrows that did a terrible job at hiding his emotions was your first thought when his eyebrows cocked downwards upon your gaze.

"you owe my friend a smoke," you retorted, referring to the very man beside you who looked pleased with your answer. chan scattered his hands along his body robotically, nothing rustling or sounding like a packet even when he smacked his pockets.

"sorry to disappoint but i don't carry any on me," he shook his head while steering his sight to sunghoon next. you furrowed your brows and looked to felix instead who shook his head to signal neither did he. "he does." a thumb shot behind chan's shoulder and pointed towards the cherry head on the other side of the track.

"him? he your star?" you questioned and instead of earning an immediate yes, chan shot you a weird look with an engrossed expression. your sight flickered between hyunjin and him, confused.

"what'dya talking about? you're looking at him," felix intercepted while placing his hand on his chest, peering at you as if you'd just killed his whole family in front of him. your mouth was wide, not sure how to reply at the sudden surprise. screams of the viewers sounded and the race catapulted in the next passing seconds. you couldn't comprehend anything, except the equally surprised utterance on sunghoon's face.

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Rengoku x GN! Reader

(One shot)

★Warning(s): none really reader uses gender neutral pronouns😛 Rengoku might be a lil OOC so… 🏃🏾‍♀️ also SOME of the characters are color coded.

★Y/n L/n = Your name/ Last name

★Words: idek💀

★Notes: this is my first request from @coolminahi (thank you very much🫶🏿) not gonna lie I don’t think this is my best work but I’ve been going back and forth on this for about 2 weeks or what felt like 2 weeks😭😭 but again thank you so much for this request it was really fun🙏🏿. Also got help from some of my friends on this one so shoutout to them🫡. (And the usual..might be some grammatical errors and punctuation😮‍💨 I’m not really good in that realm LMAOO) enjoy🫵🏿

“I know you all are probably confused about the sudden request for a meeting but I’m happy to tell you that we have a new Hashira with us today.” master ubuyashiki said as the Hashira quieted down and made it to their respective area’s quickly, some of them with shocked expressions across their faces. “with all due respect master do you think it’s a smart idea to have a stranger come in too late in the game? I mean we are already so close to our goal in taking down Muzan we don’t need a weakling to come and fuck it up” Sanemi the wind Hashira, said annoyed as Tengen nudged him for using foul language towards their master while the rest agreed. “I apologize sir but I agree, this is way too risky” Obanai the serpent Hashira said. “They have done an outstanding job climbing up the ranks and have worked so hard to earn such a title so please, I know I can count on you all to welcome them with open arms. you can come out now y/n” Hinaki and Nichika 2 of the eldest quintuplet children of the masters held both of your hands as you walked up blindfolded. Why the hell are they blindfolded I hope they’re not trying to fight like that. Ha, this is gonna be a fun way to get yourself killed. “Hi everyone my name is y/n l/n the ____ Hashira, it’s my pleasure to meet you guys I have heard a lot about you all but have never had the chance to meet any of you in person, it’s such an honor to be fighting alongside everyone,” y/n said with a dainty smile one that made the flame pillars heart flutter a little bit.

“Why the hell are they blindfolded,” Sanemi asked rudely but said what everyone else was thinking. “it’s to control my power” “control your power” Shinobu repeated “well you see my eyes play a special part in my breathing form, when I take my blindfold off I’m able to go all out,” you said revealing your eyes to everyone. “oh my” Shinobu the insect Hashira gasped. “well I’ll be, you are one of the most stunning people I’ve ever seen,” Tengen said with his eyes wide open. “besides my beautiful wives of course” he bragged. “wives?” “Oh yes, they are the finest kunoichi around, although I don’t mind having a 4th” he looked at you almost predatory, and winked“ “4TH” y/n gaped as the others laughed. “AHH YOUR EYES THEY��RE SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL,” the love Hashira said with a squeak. “Oh th-thank you,” you said as you tried to hide your face in your hands feeling like it was on 10,000 degrees. You backed up a little bit into someone’s chest “oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ “NONE OF THAT, TIS ALRIGHT!! MY NAME IS RENGOKU KYOJURO BUT YOU CAN CALL ME KYOJURO..only if you want” holding a hand out to you, y/n smiled softly grabbing it.

“I don’t give a shit about none of that I just want to see if they are strong enough to hold the title or was the master just bluffing,” Sanemi said holding the hilt of his sword. “IF WE HAVE THE MASTER's WORD THEN I TOO BELIEVE THEY'RE STRONG ENOUGH” Rengoku yelled while holding your shoulders “oh you wanna fight me?” you said, the shy act you had going on finally disappearing. “Oh this will be good” Shinobu cheered as everyone watched the battle that was about to unravel in front of them. “just cause you’re a newbie doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on you” he sneered. “Noted” y/n smiled a little more wickedly. Sanemi swung his sword at y/n not giving them a chance to unsheathe their sword as well, y/n swiftly dodged it twisting their body up in the air “they’re quick” Tengen said as y/n quickly swung their sword at Sanemi narrowly missing his head. “tch” Sanemi looked at you with an angry panicked look. “What’s wrong? I’m just trying to see if you’re strong enough to hold your title,” you say mockingly as you shrugged your shoulders. Y/n then quickly kicked their foot under Sanemi’s pointing their sword at him “I win”. y/n reached a hand out to the man giving him a sorry look. “I don’t need your pity idiot, move” Sanemi smack their hand out the way and left.

“They’re so cool” Mitsuri whispered to herself. “that was flashy, you’re strong I expected that though” Tengen slapped you on the back for a job well done. “first of all OUCH second of all thank you“ you winced as your back started to sting. Muichirou was in no mood to speak so he stuck his tongue out at you and you mirrored his actions. “Don’t mind him he doesn’t like change at all, Mitsuri and I are gonna hang out later if you want to join, you know so you could tell us a little more about yourself” Shinobu said “um no thank you I was planning on focusing on my training for a little bit,” you said with a bow. “there’s no need for none of that I understand, there’s always a next time,” Shinobu said with a smile. “yea” you smiled and waved back as you left.

You decided to train far into the woods as it was the only place where you were not able to break anything. You trained for about an hour before you decided it was time for a break. You sat with your back against a tree and closed your eyes taking in the peace that you craved for so long. “Do you mind if I sit with you” you opened 1 of your eyes then immediately shot up nervously. “did I interrupt you?” He said as you scooted over to give him some room. “n-no not at all, I was just taking a break from training for so long” “oh I see” a wave of awkward silence washed over the both of you. “Soooo do you come to this area of the woods often.” you said as you turned to look at him “yea this is where I come to relax all the time, it’s so quiet” “oh sorry I didn’t know I was in your way,” you said as you were about to get up. “no problem it’s better when you’re with someone… what you did in today's meeting earlier was truly amazing, you know I’ve never seen someone move as quickly as you did besides Tengen” he trailed off. “well maybe you and I could train together sometime” you laughed. He stared at your face for what seemed like forever, you started to feel a little insecure at the way he looked at you. *was something on my face*, your face began to flush with embarrassment until he finally spoke up. “your eyes are truly the most beautiful I’ve ever seen they look like two gemstones have been enfolded into your irises” he said with a huge smile wiped across his face. “th-thank you” you stutter as your face began to heat up. You were still not used to being showered in compliments all the time because of your upbringing so It was still so foreign to you. Rengoku placed his hand on your forehead, “are you okay? you don’t look so well, Are you sick or something?” He said worryingly. *I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA PASS OUT* you screamed at yourself. “I’m okay, I’m totally fine,” you said grabbing his huge calloused hand with two of your soft ones. “I’m just not used to praises like that” “and why’s that?” he said tilting his head to the side. *he’s quite adorable* you thought with a soft smile “I don’t know” “well you should get used to it I’m only telling you how I see it” he said with a chuckle, you doing the same. The two of you enjoyed the silence together taking in the greenery surrounding the both of you. It was peaceful. It wasn’t until you looked over at him again and were met with him dozing off. “you can go to sleep if you want, I’ll be on the lookout if anything happens okay” you whispered trying not to wake him. and with that, he fell asleep.

You ended up falling asleep yourself while failing to keep your word. You were out for about 15 minutes until you felt someone pick you up. “I DIDNT MEAN TO WAKE YOU, MY APOLOGIES” he yelled waking you up completely as he lifted you onto his back a lot more energetic than he was before. “I should be the one apologizing, I said I was gonna wake you but I ended up falling asleep as well,” you said softly a blush appearing on your face. “NONSENSE, AT LEAST WE WERE ABLE TO GET A MOVE ON, BEFORE SUN DOWN, THAT WOULD BE A DISASTER” “you’re so loud you know” you chuckled “you also don’t have to carry me I can walk the rest of the way” “I DONT HAVE TO BUT IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE TO, ALTHOUGH I DONT KNOW WHERE YOUR ESTATE IS SO YOU WILL HAVE TO DIRECT ME” “okay,” you said burying your face into the crook of his neck

The two of you conversed the entire way home, he would ask you questions about your family and your life as you did the same. You found out that he has a younger brother and just by the way he explained him to you, you knew that they had a very strong bond with each other, you could tell how much he admired his younger brother it kinda felt like you knew him before getting the chance to know him. He also told you about his parents, you wanted to know more about them but the slight change in his tone told you everything you needed to know, plus you didn’t want to be nosy only realizing that the both of you didn't even know about the existence of each other earlier this morning so you bit your tongue.

“Thank you for taking me home, even though I told you I could walk myself” you nudged him. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY, IT IS ALRIGHT U DONT HAVE TO THANK ME, PLUS I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGIVE MYSELF IF I LET SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS YOU GET HURT” it felt like the wind got knocked outta your system. “DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?” He asked. “no, no it’s just..you think I'm pretty?” “OF COURSE, YOU'RE GORGEOUS” you took the chance and tested the waters a little bit. “so you’d walk anyone you find attractive home?” You asked “Have you ever walked the love Hashira home?” you said changing the question quickly. “NO, SHE ISNT EXACTLY MY TYPE, PLUS SHE'S MORE OF A LITTLE SISTER HAHA” “oh so you have a type?” the way he became tense made you laugh out loud. “I’m joking I just wanted to mess with you haha” Another wave of silence rushed past the both of you, it started to become awkward. “well I think I’m gonna call it a night, I’ll see you around” you began to turn around until he grabbed you by the wrist. “DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT LATER ON?” “are you asking me out on a date?” “ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH, IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE A DA-“ he said his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I would love to” you smiled at him before parting ways.

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