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strzlun · 8 months

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MIDNIGHT

// park jay //

pairing: street racer!jay x rival’s sister!femreader

word count- 5.3k

genre/cw- fluff, angst, flirting, mention/usage of “darling”, slow burn(ish), forbidden love, confessions, kissing (making out), street racing, party settings, tearing up, profanity, lying(?)

summary- Jay becomes a different person once midnight strikes

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Park Jay is the top racer, he has won every single race every single race he’s ever been in. Countless of people challenge him for the title of top racer but they always fall short to him.

Jay was unbeatable, untouchable. No one came close to him.

But when your brother joined the racing scene, there seemed to have been a shift. Your brother was just a beginner to street racing but was quick to become second to Jay in a matter of months.

Yet every single race they did, your brother always lost to him. Jay seemed to always be one step ahead of him.

You receive earfuls on end of your brother complaining about losing to Jay with each race, while mentioning how one day he will overthrow Jay and get the title of top racer.

You personally have never met Jay, but you’ve heard the stories and seen him lingering around at the race meets after midnight before beginning his races. He’s caught your eyes a couple of times but you both always turned a blind eye to each other.

There was nothing for either of you from each other so there was no need to instigate anything.

You stood in the freezing cold as your brother rambled on about a topic you already tuned out in your head. You aimlessly watched the racers come and go as your brother waited for his turn to race.

“If it isn’t my favorite person” Once you heard the voice, you knew who it was, you looked to your side to see Jay conversing with your brother

“One of these days, I will beat you Jay” But he only laughed at his words before shaking his head

“I’ll wait for the day it happens right before my eyes” He smirked while placing a hand on your brother’s shoulder who shoved it off him

“Hi” You looked to see Jay giving a friendly smile towards you as the confusion became visible on your face, neither of you ever tried to instigate something so why now?

“Back off Jay” Your brother shoved him away as he raised his arms in defense showing he meant no harm to you

“I’ll catch you in the race then” With that, he walked away prideful stride and when your brother turned to you to continue on his ramble, you eyes trailed after Jay who turned around and caught your eye once again

But instead of looking away like usual, Jay began to walk backwards to maintain the eye contact between the two of you. You saw the smirk Jay had on his face and you could feel yourself scoffing out a smile.

He was getting on your nerves.

“You’re going to win this race?” You asked your brother who only shooed you away from his car saying along the lines of ‘don’t lean on the car, you’re going to get it dirty’

You rolled your eyes and went back to the crowd who seemed to be more rowdy and louder. It always became like this whenever your brother and Jay ended up racing each other.

Before the two of them went to their respective cars, they urned to face the crowd before facing each other, giving a firm handshake. Your brother was first to enter his car, but Jay seemed to have another idea.

He made his way towards the crowd and the moment he stood in front of you, he gave the same grin before grabbing your hand and placing a crumbled paper into your palm.

“Jay leave my sister alone!” You could hear your brother yell from his car and Jay only laughed before walking away to head back to his car

You stared at the two cars, the ignitions blaring in your ears, along with the loud screams and cheers of the audience and before you knew it, they were off.

The smoke from the cars fogged up your vision, but you could still make out the red lights from the cars only getting smaller and smaller in the distant.

When the air finally cleared up, you finally looked down at your closed hand. When you opened your hand, you saw the crumbled paper resting in your palm.

You scoffed to yourself before prying open the paper and what you saw what was written, your eyes became wide as you almost dropped the crumbled paper to the ground.

But what didn’t sit right with you was the sudden feel of pounding against your chest.

‘This is my number. You can send me a text if you were impressed’

It was way past midnight and here you were staring at your ceiling, your phone in hand with a brand new you contact you created for Jay.

You don’t know why you did this or how it has come to this but the damn note never seemed to have left your mind and now you were stuck with him on your mind as well.

You knew he was only doing this to spite your brother (and possibly you) so why were you allowing it to get to you.

Why not kill the curiosity in your heart? It’ll be just for a moment, it wouldn’t be anything to extravagant, just something simple to push the burning desire away.

You: Hi

Once you sent the message, you finally realize what you have done, you squealed and threw your phone away before groaning into your pillow.

You didn’t even expect him to respond, assuming that he’ll just take forever to get back to you. But much to your surprise, you heard the ding from your phone.

As you were looking away, you grabbed your phone and mentally prepared yourself. Doing a countdown from five and once you reached one, you looked at your phone.

Jay: Hi

Jay: I’m happy to know that you were impressed

Now you knew you were definitely screwed.

The blaring music in your ears, the swarm of bodies colliding with one another, the heavy suffocating atmosphere wasn’t ideal to you. Your friends had dragged you out to go to this party, to let ‘loose’ and to ‘have fun’.

It was humorous to you that they were the ones that dragged you out but now neither of them were to be found. You were left all alone and you wanted nothing more but to go home.

You took out your phone and was going to text them that you were leaving but you froze when you heard a voice from behind. You turned around and you were greeted with Jay, whose smile grew wider once he realized it was you.

“Fancy seeing you here” You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at him as you held a tight lip and nodded your head

You and Jay were texting here and there with simple conversations but nothing out of the common decency. So seeing him in person again bubbled something inside of you and you weren’t quite sure if it was good or bad.

“I guess I can say the same about you” You chuckled out and you could see Jay leaning up against the wall and you found yourself nervously gulping

“No brother?” You closed your eyes in annoyance with his words, you noticed he was growing fond in spiting you for the hell of it

“Very funny Park” The mention of his last name caused him to tilt his head

“Ouch, what happened to using my name darling?” When you heard the nickname fall from his lips, you looked to him to already see him looking at you with a gaze in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher

“Don’t use that nickname”

“Why? You don’t like it darling?” When you finally rolled your eyes at him, you could see the smirk of his only grow wider, he loved messing around with you

“You look like you don’t want to be here”

“Actually, I’m having the time of my life so if you’ll excuse me” You hummed with a fake smile before making your way upstairs to escape the unbearable atmosphere

With every move you made, you could feel Jay’s gaze follow you until you were out of his sight. Once you were gone, you pressed yourself against the wall and sighed out of relief.

Your head lightly hit the wall but you managed to push yourself off it and decided to roam the upstairs. There were a few people here and there talking, also seeming to get away from the hectic of the party downstairs.

Your footsteps slowed down when you saw a beautiful decorated balcony with lights looped around the rails, that overlooked to the night sky filled with shinning stars and not a cloud in the sky.

When you reached the balcony, you rested your arms onto the rails and admired the sky. You seemed oblivious to the person who kept knocking against the wall trying to get your attention.

With the mention of your name, you turned around and was once again greeted with Jay.

When you left upstairs, Jay was going to leave you be. But something in him told him to continue talking to you more, so he bid his friends goodbye before going upstairs to find you.

You intrigued Jay greatly and he was surprised that he was allowing his emotions to take over his rational thinking. You were his rival’s sister and here he was going after you because he wanted to talk to you more.

When he finally found you, you were looking over at the midnight view. He knocked to announce his presence but you seemed so engrossed with the view, you blurred out your surroundings.

He called out your name to get your attention and once you turned around acknowledging his effort, he felt his heart stop for a moment.

The moonlight shunned behind you, the small lights glowed and Jay found himself in utter awe of you.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. You called out to him a few times but his mind seemed to override by you.

When you were finally able to get his attention back, you could notice the cough he let out, the sudden change demeanor as he straightened out his posture towards you.

He took awkward strides towards you and he thought you wouldn’t notice but to you he stood out like a sore thumb.

“Can I help you Park?” He pursed his lips before shaking his head, not even daring to look at you let alone mutter a single sound towards you

He simply walked beside you and rested his arms against the rails, mimicking what you were doing a few moments ago.

You found yourself scoffing at him before shaking your head. If he was going to ignore you, you will simply ignore him.

You looked to the sky once again and admired the stars, but you didn’t realize at first, but Jay’s gaze had switched from admiring the stars to admiring you once again.

but it was ruined when you could feel Jay trying to be sneaky and steal a few glances at you.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and ignored his gaze and continued on, but when there would be seconds that go by and he would continue staring, that’s when you had enough.

“What do you want Jay?” When you turned to face him, you should’ve prepared yourself to experience seeing his gaze on you, but you weren’t

So when you turned to face him and saw the softened admirable gaze he had for you, you felt the world slow down as you saw his eyes never faltering from you.

The moonlight casted onto his face, the uncomfortable thump in your chest made you want to look away but couldn’t. You were stuck in a daze of Jay and you couldn’t seem to get out of it.

“Do you want to get out of here?” His words were soft almost a mutter you couldn’t make out, but in your mind his words screamed

Everything that happened after that was a blur. One moment you and Jay were admiring one another and the next moment, you both were hand in hand, walking out of the party.

Jay opened the passenger seat for you and helped you inside his car. Once you and Jay were off, you both sat in the car in silence, not really thinking through of the environment you both will be in.

Jay seemed tense and you have never seen him like this before especially when he was in a car. You looked outside the window and saw the few amount of cars passing by.

“So what do you like to do as hobbies?” The awkward questioned Jay asked, only fueled the awkward silence even more that you chuckled before stopping yourself

“Don’t start Park”

“What’s so funny? It’s a genuine way to start a conversation” You found yourself laughing and Jay only rolled his eyes and focused on the road but oblivious to you was the growing smile on his face

“Why are you so interested to get to know me? I thought you didn’t like me”

“Don’t get it twisted. I don’t like your brother and I have no reason to have any negative feelings towards you so why not have positive ones instead” You stayed silent for a moment, his words sunk into your mind and you found yourself breathing slightly heavier than usual

“I suppose you have some truth” You mumbled and you could the snarky gaze he gave you before shaking his head

“I’m pretty sure I know I hold the whole truth”

“You still didn’t answer my question though. Why are you so interested in getting to know me?” You turned in your seat to face Jay since you knew he wouldn’t be able to look your way

“Because I’m intrigued by you”

“Is that wrong?” He knew you were already looking at him and so he turned his gaze from the road to you

The awkwardness was replaced with another sensation in the atmosphere and neither of you knew what it was.

Later in the night, you knew it was well past midnight and there seemed to have been no plan of ending this outing with Jay. He was going down the highway at high speed but you didn’t feel any of the fear you feel whenever your brother is driving.

Jay had one hand on the steering wheel, but he knew what he was doing. He knew when to speed up, when to slow down, to make a turn. He made it seem like he could practically drive with his eyes closed and be perfect in doing so.

With the music playing through the speakers, the windows down as the midnight breeze filled the car. The tension faded away and was replaced by the mentality of not caring.

You both had a curiosity for each other, so why neglect it when you can indulge yourself just for tonight.

Song were playing through the speakers, as you and Jay sang along. You found yourself laughing with him, to which was something he couldn’t get enough of.

Your laughter filled his ears and he swore, he would never get tired of hearing you laugh.

Jay occasionally found himself looking towards your way and he found himself smiling and admiring you, as if you were the only person that had importance in his life.

When you turned to face him, you caught him. This time neither of you looked away for a moment, yet he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze back onto the empty highway.

You laid back into the passenger seat as it finally sunk into your mind. You and Jay “weren’t” supposed to get along, rather you were supposed to be on opposite sides.

Yet, why did it feel so right to be in this moment with him? That was something your mind was trying to make sense of.

Going out with Jay, especially late at night seemed to become a daily occurrence in your life. Every night when the clock strikes 12 o’clock, you would find Jay leaning against his car, waiting for you.

You found yourself counting down the time when it becomes midnight in order to see him again. You hated to admit it but you were growing quite fond of your brother’s rival company.

You just hoped it was a mutual feeling.

It was yet another restless night with Jay, as he dropped you off at your place. It was already 4am in the morning and you knew you were going to struggle waking up to meet up with your brother in the morning.

Jay grown so accustom to your presence that whenever you left, he always felt a longing in his heart that waited to see you again.

When you bid goodbye to him and went to your front door, you heard him call out your name. When you turned around, Jay stood in front of you. There was a different look in his eyes, you didn’t know but his heart was pounding out of his chest.

Jay couldn’t leave tonight without telling you. He wasn’t going to waste time, he knew what he felt and he was going to be honest with you.

“I fell for you” The simple confession sent your heart into overdrive, you looked at him to see any hint of him lying but you saw nothing

All you saw was the genuine smile on his face as his eyes gleamed with nervousness. You could feel your head spin with dizziness, not believing him.

Your mouth itched to say the same three words back to him.

“I fell for you too Jay” Your words were definitely more softer than his bold confession but that was more than enough for to engulf you into a hug, you didn’t expect it but you wouldn’t deny it

You could practically feel his smile radiating off of him. Jay didn’t care if you were his rival’s sister, he likes you and that’s all that matters to him.

When he finally pulled away from the hug and the two of you looked into each other eyes. There was a tension, a longing for something that the both of you have been waiting for.

Jay leaned it and you were quick to meet him halfway and once your lips met each other, he was quick to crash his lips fully onto yours.

His hands were quick to cup your face to bring your undeniably closer. Both your lips fit like a lost puzzle pieces that have been waiting to be connected.

Your fingers played with the heme of his hair. The kiss seemed to becoming desperate, trying to fill in the void that was built for the other.

Even though you knew, Jay was your rival’s brother, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. You don’t know how long you and Jay stayed kissing but you did know you needed to pull away for air.

So when he felt your lips parting from his, he found himself chasing them back into his own. Jay was head over heels for you and he couldn’t seem to get enough.

You giggled against the kiss and Jay found himself smiling against your lips. His lips danced in harmony with yours.

“I really have to go. I’m sleepy” You muttered against the kiss but it went in one ear and out the other, Jay simply continued to kiss your lips swollen

You screamed into your pillow the moment you landed on your bed. You smiled so brightly and you could feel your heart thumping out of your chest, you were growing feelings for Jay at a rapid pace.

The scene kept replaying in your head and you swore you could still feel Jay’s lips against yours. You turned onto your back as you looked at the ceiling.

Your phone buzzed and when you looked at it, the same fast heartbeat happened while your bright smile came back.

Jay: I got home safely

Jay: Get plenty of rest

Jay: I’ll see you tomorrow

Jay: Goodnight darling

“Wake up. Wake up!” You shot your eyes wide open and you were greeted with your brother’s face, you immediately shoved him and turned your back to him

Your groaned loudly as you could feel the heaviness of your eyelids daring to shut and drift of into sleep again.

“Did you forget we supposed to be meeting up today?” You could hear your brother’s voice and grabbed a pillow before squishing your head to block out the noise

You barely had gotten any sleep (because Jay just wouldn’t stop kissing you) and now it was catching up to you.

“Let’s reschedule” You mumbled but you feel the dip in your bed as your brother sat in the corner

“I just wanted to warn you” Your brother’s voice may have been muffled but you could still hear the worry he had

“About what”

“Jay” The mere mention of his name was able to send you in a frenzy and you shot up from your bed and looked at your brother

He was shocked to see your response about Jay but he decided to not look into it.

“You already know I don’t like him, but he’s getting on my nerves again. I found that that he’s planning on trying to get with you only to spite me”

“Him and his friends made a stupid little plan to get you to fall for him, and I wanted to warn you to steer clear of him” After those words reached your ears, there was a ringing that only got louder and louder, muffling out your brother’s words and when he realized, he tried to get your attention

“Hey, are you listening to me?” You looked at your brother and didn’t realize the teary gaze you had

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Your brother’s voice became softer and you shook your head to deny the truthful accusation

“That fucking… He already got to you, didn’t he?” Your silence was all your brother needed to angrily get off your bed and pace around your room

“So let me get this straight, you and Jay are already dating? Behind my back?” When you didn’t respond, your brother groaned only louder

“What did I tell you? I wanted you to stay away from him, now look. Just how did it even happen?”

“Are you sure?” When those were the only worlds you said, your brother looked at you and he could see the disbelief in your eyes, you wanted to trust Jay but couldn’t seem yourself to believe his words anymore

He sighed before taking a seat next to you.

“I’m sorry”

“You were right from the beginning. I should’ve listened to you” You gulped down and hung your head low, you didn’t want it to be true but only nodded your head with small sniffles

“I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep for a little more” You laid softly back onto your bed and brought the sheets up to cover your growing tear stain face

Your brother had never seen this side of you, you have experienced heartbreak before but never like this

When you turned your back to your brother, he knew you didn’t want to bother any longer. He deeply sighed before going out your bedroom door and taking a glance to your huddled up figure.

Now he was never going to forgive Jay.

Jay had called and texted your phone day and night for the past week but you never once responded to him. He’s knocked and rung your doorbell, but he was left stranded outside your place for hours.

Everything was good between the both of you and he had no idea what happened. He fumbled around in his parked car, hoping that you would come out and greet him with the smile he adores.

He massaged his temple, feeling the drowsy take over but when he felt his phone vibrate his eyes were wide awake, he pulled it out expecting it to be you.

But to his disappointment he saw that it was his friend, but the message made him realize what changed between the two of you.

: Him and his sister found out and he’s pissed

: He’s challenging you Jay to a race

His phone fell from his hand as his eyes moved frantically around his car. His breathing became uneven, as landed his head against the steering wheel.

You knew.

You don’t know how your brother managed to bring you out to witness the race between Jay and him, maybe it was the possible defeat of the person you never even dated.

Or maybe it was possibility of seeing Jay again, you don’t know yet. You’re still trying to figure it out.

You didn’t realize you were counting down the time until it reached midnight and when hour changed, you saw Jay’s car come into your view.

You bit your lips as you looked to the ground, not wanting to see Jay nor the car that held most memories of you and Jay.

After a few moments, you could feel a gaze and you knew better at who it was. You couldn’t look up because you know you’d give in.

Jay felt his heart do backflips the moment he spotted you in the crowd. He hoped you would look up but you kept your gaze onto the ground, but he was hoping for a miracle.

“Jay” Your brother called out to him and Jay expected to get punched right away but he didn’t

“I told you stay away from my sister, you have some nerve you know?” Your brother seethed but Jay rolled his eyes

“Let’s just get over this race” Jay muttered while stepping back into his car and starting his engine, he was in no mood to deal with anything

All he wanted was to go back to the night where he finally kissed you and told his true feelings to you.

At first, he gave you the note in order to spite your brother but when Jay saw you at the balcony that night, he knew he wanted to know more about you.

He didn’t want to connect you to your brother. That night, he wanted to know you for you.

Jay’s mind was so clouded with the thought of you, he didn’t realize the race was about to begin. While, your brother was determined to win against Jay, he needed to release the anger.

Your brother was attentive and was first to take off, Jay whose minded was clouded of you was quick to start after he realized your brother had gone. This was the first time since Jay started street racing that he started late.

The race ended by a landslide with your brother winning against Jay.

For the first time in history, Park Jay lost a race.

Everyone was cheering for your brother’s victory, but your brother had other ideas. He thought the race would help calm him down but it didn’t, it only made him angrier.

He felt as if Jay was continuing to mock him and you. He thought Jay viewed this as less of importance and he wasn’t going to let that by.

He got out of his car and went over to Jay’s but he was no where in site. Your brother looked around the crowd, looking for him and that’s when he saw Jay making his way towards you.

“Park Jay!” Your brother called out but Jay wasn’t stopping, he needed to explain himself to you, he wasn’t expecting your forgiveness but he wanted you to know everything he did, he meant it

“Park Jay, I’m talking to you!” Your brother pulled on Jay’s shoulder and turned him around, but Jays as quick to push him off

“And I need to talk to your sister” Your brother grabbed Jay by his collar and that was enough for you to rush over to the two to separate them

“And why the hell would you need to talk to my sister? She has nothing to say to you”

“Well I have things to say to her. I love her and I’m going to make things right”

When you heard Jay’s words, your world stopped. When you stood behind Jay staring at him with wide eyes, your brother noticed and saw the look in both of your eyes. And when Jay managed to escape your brother’s grasp, he turned around and that’s when he saw you.

Both you and Jay looked at each other. His breathing was heavy, he couldn’t believe that you were in front of him again. But he was glad to finally see you again, but it pained him greater with your eyes looking the same way his did, teary bloodshot red, semi dark bags and most of all longing.

His hand itched to pull you into a hug but he restrained himself, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He just wanted for you to listen and hear him out.

“Can we please talk?” His voice seemed raspy and it tugged at your heart strings, you needed to talk to him too, so you caved in

You grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him back towards his car. You could hear your brother calling out to but you didn’t pay any mind to him.

“Better start talking now Park” Both you and Jay sat in your living room

The car ride to your place was suffocating it felt you and Jay were complete strangers when in reality you knew way too much to be strangers.

“It’s true. There was a plan for us to date just to spite your brother” Those were the words you didn’t want to hear, you tightly closed your eyes and sighed deeply

But you felt Jay’s hand engulf yours and that caused you to look at him and you could practically feel the sincerity in his eyes.

“But when I saw you on the balcony that night at the party, something in me switched. It was like I flipped because I dropped that stupid plan”

“I more determined to get to know you for you, and not because you’re my rival’s sister. I know it was idiotic of me to approach you because to spite your brother”

“But without it, I never would have had the courage to go up to you. Everytime you came to the meets, you felt untouchable. Like you were someone who was simply out of reach for me”

“I didn’t know if our paths would ever cross and so I decided to take matters into my own hands even if they weren’t the best option”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness, because I know I don’t deserve it. But I wanted to let you know my side.”

“Know that every moment we had together, were the best I’ve ever had” Jay didn’t realize how he practically poured his heart out to you but it showed you the sincerity he had in his words

“What about what you said earlier? Did you mean that?” He knew what you were referring to, he could feel his heartbeat increase in pace, he did promise he will tell you

“I did. I really do love you”

“I love you so much that it hurt me when I realized that I possibly lost you because of my stupid mistake. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I knew that night would’ve been the last night I had with you”

You didn’t realize the sigh of relief you let out and Jay could practically feel the tension leave your body as your hands melted into his.

“I hate you so much” You scoffed as you threw your head slightly backwards as Jay chuckled and nodded his head

“So will you allow me to take you out on a proper date?” You found yourself laughing as he finally brought you into his embrace, it was something he’s been itching for ever since the night he first kissed you

“You’re going to have to go through my brother first” You muttered against the hug and you could feel Jay shrug his shoulders, making your giggle

“That’s easy, so don’t worry darling” You knew Jay was lying but you found it humorous, you chuckled and nodded your head

You could feel Jay press a soft kiss against your temple, you hummed happily which made Jay beyond happy. You may have been his rival’s sister but in the end of the day, you were the person he loves.

“Let’s go for a late night drive, it’s almost midnight”

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mlink64 · 9 months

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Y'all, I need help helpppppp. One of my absolute favorite stories on Wattpad has disappeared and I'm genuinely heartbroken as a result 😭 it is/was called "Their Darling" and it's an Enhypen reverse harem/poly fic. Street racer au. With appearances by Skz, Cravity, Itzy, and txt.

It's such an amazing story and is probably in my top 3 fics of all time.

If anyone knows anything about it you would literally be my hero 😭❤

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lovzwoni · 3 months

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enhypen oneshots / drabbles reccos !

yang jungwon :

a pin straight to my heart by @snwpcktz

(high school! AU, classmates to lovers & fluff)

lie to me by @amakumos

(hanahaki! AU, angst & lovers to strangers)

kiss and cry by @amakumos

(figure skating! AU, fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers & slowburn)

kiss & no makeup by @soov

(jungwon x reader & fluff)

smart, sexy, lacy, i'm losing it lately. by @leaderwonim

(student! jungwon x student! fmr)

lee heeseung :

you make me by @heesdreamer

(heeseung x reader)

yes baby? by @wonryllis

(heeseung x reader & fluff)

my chapstick by @deckiss

(heeseung x reader & fluff)

in the warmth of your embrace by @okwonyo

(heeseung x reader & fluff)

park jongseong :

midnight by @strzlun

(street racer! jay x rival's sister! fem reader, fluff, angst)

cake! cake! cake! by @macahoons

(jay x reader & fluff)

pretty baby by @hoonvrs

(jay x reader & fluff)

daddy issues by @sunnytyun

(jay x reader & ptsd)

park sunghoon :

from the start by @hoonvrs

(idiots to lovers, fluff & unrequited love)

come on baby, don't say that by @snghnlvr

(sunghoon x fmr & fluff)

what's wrong with ceo park? by @hannie-dul-set

(ceo! sunghoon x secretary! reader, humor & romance)

heavenly by @sjyuns

(playboy! sunghoon x fmr, exes to lovers, fake dating, fluff & angst)

seasons by @leaderwonim

(brother's best friend to lovers, fluff & angst)

slut by @pshcomforts

(sunghoon x fmr & fluff)

sim jaeyun :

watermelon sugar by @wonryllis

(college fuckboy athlete roommate! jake x candy! roommate girl)

that smile on your face by @byhees

(high school! AU, potential enemies to lovers & fluff)

last updated : 18 feb 2024

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dollyyun · 2 months

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 02

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: expletives, drama.

WORD COUNT: 6k+

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

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I reach out for my jacket in the backseat before carefully wrapping it around her fragile body, which seems to be shivering from the cold. As I do so, Stella stirs lightly in her sleep before she turns her head to face me.

I look at her, feeling at ease upon seeing how peacefully she looks in her sleep. Her long lashes kiss under her eyes, and her naturally pink lips form a tiny pout. I smile faintly at myself. She looks exactly as she did whenever she fell asleep.

I can't resist brushing the few strands of her hair from her face, and so I gently tuck them behind her ear. I find myself gently brushing her soft cheek with my thumb.

I regret what happened. I regret breaking her heart. I regret being such a dumbass to fall for a trap.

Just how cruel was it to leave Stella behind when I promised that I'd be her best friend forever? Fuck.

What makes it complicated is the fact that she was my first love as well. My feelings for her have always been there, deep in my tainted heart.

Even as I have tried moving on and going out with other girls, they're just not Stella. In the end, I broke all of their hearts by leaving and ghosting them without any explanation. Just like I did to her.

Fuck, I'm such the worst. If I had recognised the trap in the first place, we wouldn't be like this. Strangers with memories of each other.

Last week, when I had to chase after her to return her wallet, my heart broke when she cried into my arms, and I know the reason she cried was because of Jake and Rena. As much as I would've liked to be happy that she is no longer with Jake, I couldn't. I remembered how genuinely happy she looked whenever they were together on campus.

Then something happened. Something that also affected the friendship dynamic between the seven of us. Something that I should investigate soon.

I look at Stella once more. "I miss you, and I'm sorry, Stel." I mumble sadly.

A low sigh escapes my lips before I reluctantly pull my hand away from her precious face. I redirect my focus to the road. Thankfully, there are no other vehicles at the junction we're at, as the light has turned green for a while.

As I drive to the street where her mansion resides, all I can think about is the party at Sunghoon's. Truth be told, I disapprove of Stella going.

I have a bad feeling about it. Especially given that some of the guys are not on good terms. Let's just hope it's nothing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The unmistakable cough that belongs to my mother is resounding as I tread along this familiar corridor. I nod in acknowledgment upon noticing the faces of nurses who greet me with pleasant smiles, but my face remains vacant. Right after my last lecture ended early, I decided to head to the hospital.

Each time I come here, I've grown to despise the hospital. Moreover, I despise seeing my mother on the hospital bed. Four months ago, one of the helpers found my mother lying on the bathroom floor, unconscious. There was also a minor bleed on her head. Her health has deteriorated ever since. She's even more fragile and needs supervision at all times, according to the doctor.

Arriving near her room, my hand reaches up to knock, but I halt when I hear my father's voice as well as my brother's. I hesitate to enter while my hand withdraws. Why the hell is my father here? Has he finally come to be a proper husband now?

Just as I'm about to step, I hear light footsteps rushing towards the door. I silently cuss. My silhouette must've caught his attention. Alas, the ajar door swings entirely open.

"Jungwon hyung!"

My lips form into a faint smile as I bend down to welcome my little brother into a hug, to which he latches his limbs around me flimsily.

My little brother, who has just turned six, Yang Subin, is the apple of my eye. Melancholy brims within me, prompting me to hug Subin tighter. I was supposed to have two little brothers, one of whom was also supposed to be Subin's twin. Unfortunately, he didn't survive through childbirth. We lamented over his death, but my mother fell into depression. Her grievance lasted more than awhile; she was unable to eat proper meals and had trouble sleeping.

I was only sixteen, and it broke my heart to witness the state of my mother.

Since my father was often busy with work and business, I have had to step in and fulfil my duty as an older brother. Thanks to my part-time nanny, she taught me how to change a baby's diaper, the milk preparations, and the correct method to swaddle a baby. Though my nanny should be the one to do all of those, I insisted since she had to supervise my mother.

It was laborious because I had to juggle between school and taking care of Subin. At times, I did find myself resenting my parents for leaving me to do it all, especially my father. I get that he's a businessman, but it wouldn't hurt to step up and be a father to Subin and to me.

I was a child too, and I needed both my parents.

Thankfully, when Subin hit the age of three, he was easy to handle, and my nanny insisted that she look after him. So I was quite flexible, being able to spend my time with my friends and by myself while also spending time with Subin whenever. That was also when my mother recovered from her grievance.

At that point in time, I had discovered a hobby I was passionate about. I was influenced by my friends and was pulled into the world of racing. Even though I knew nothing of racing, I was sharp-witted and learned so much. Now, racing is something I hold close to my heart.

It is risky on my part, considering I'm a Chaebol and racing is deemed preposterous in the world of high class, but I don't really care. Besides, it looks like my father is not making me an heir anytime soon.

"Jungwon." My mother smiles at me as I lean down to embrace her in a hug, being as careful as I can. My mother, despite how evidently the deterioration of her health has affected her appearance, still looks beautiful. Her kind gaze, her gentle smile, and how strong she truly is, despite the fact that my father had broken her heart one or two times, which I've seen firsthand.

"Jungwon." My father greets me as though I'm one of his employees. Not wanting to look at his face, I merely nod my head while I keep my eyes trained on my mother.

"Dad! Can we buy banana milk?" Subin asks adorably as he tilts his head.

"Of course we can, son." My father's tone sounds warm, and I feel the familiar bitterness on my tongue. Towards Subin, he's a completely different person. It's as if he decided to finally step up and become a proper father to Subin.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Subin tugs at my hand, beaming with a smile of excitement. "Can you follow us? Pleaseeee?"

Thankfully, my mother decides to intervene. "Mommy wants to talk to Hyungie first, okay?"

"Fine." Subin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout on his lips. "Come on, Dad!"

We remain silent until we hear the door close. Finally, I exhale, feeling relief, and the tension dissipates. My mother gives me a knowing look.

I raise my eyebrow. "What is it?"

She sighs. "You know what, Jungwon."

"I've told you, Mom, it's impossible for us to reconcile." I answer, concealing my frustration as I run my fingers through my hair. "I prefer things the way they are now."

The sadness brimming in her eyes crushes my heart. "Your father had apologised and amended matters with me."

"I'm happy for you, Mom, truly. But I don't think I could ever forgive him for failing to be a father to me." I give her a bitter smile.

My mother sighs once more before shaking her head. "Anyway, I've been meaning to talk to you about this. What happened between you and Stella, dear?"

I visibly flinch, and my frown deepens. Why is she suddenly bringing this up now?

Nonetheless, I respond to her as I lower my gaze. "It's nothing, Mom. We've only drifted apart, and we're both busy with our lives. This happens to friendships often than you think. It's normal."

My mother smiles sadly. "I'm sure it isn't. Especially when my son has lost his spark ever since." She holds my hand tenderly while I refuse to look at her. "I know, Jungwon. You might think that I didn't notice, but I do. I didn't want to pry, but I remembered how heartbroken you looked."

Before I can respond, my mother tilts my head up with her finger. She frowns. "Did she hurt you?"

I shake my head. "No, it's actually complicated." I force out a chuckle. "Let's just say that there were misunderstandings on both sides."

"I've always liked that girl." My mother hums. "Even though she's a Hwang, I did approve of her in any case you wished to wed her."

"Mom." I let out a groan, burying my face into my palms. "We were only best friends."

"Your father and I were best friends too." My mother laughs lightly. "You could never know what fate had planned for you."

Don't worry, mom. Our fate has already been planned at the moment I broke her heart. It's clear that Stella and I can never mend the broken fences.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Friday is my favourite day of the week. Not only does my last lecture end early, but it is also the day where we usually race at the fixed venue against other teams. The racing arena is massive and is also owned by Sunghoon's uncle. Sunghoon is truly one rich guy. I mean, the rest of us are wealthy, but Sunghoon is different. I swear, that guy could buy an island if he wanted to.

Another is that it used to be the seven of us against other teams, but things happened, leading to our separation. Now it's four against three. Thankfully, Sunoo, Ni-Ki, and I are still on good terms. But I can't say the same to the other guys.

"Jungwon!" Sunoo waves at me from afar, where he is also with Heeseung and Ni-Ki. Since Jake and Jay have yet to arrive, I walk over to the other team with the intention of greeting them.

"I thought you weren't going to show up." Sunoo says after bro-hugging me. "How's your mother?"

"She's doing a little better." I reply with a small smile. I don't miss the way Heeseung glances at me while he is busily adjusting his leather jacket.

"What happened to your mother?" Heeseung breaks the ice, prompting me to meet his gaze.

Heeseung and I have no feuds, but maybe it's the fact that I'm much closer to Jay, so that explains why we often have this unexplainable cold war between him and me. Truth be told, I like Heeseung, and I used to look up to him as an older brother figure I wish I had. He was the first friend I made during our first year of orientation week.

I rub my nape, feeling awkward. "Her health deteriorated, but she's doing better with therapy and medications."

Heeseung slowly nods his head before looking away from me. "I see. Tell her that I wish her a speedy recovery."

"Will do." I respond as I watch him make his way towards his Ferrari. I miss him, and I miss the way the seven of us were together.

"Where the fuck are Jay and Jake? The race should be starting soon." Sunghoon's voice approaches us from behind, the irritation is identifiable in his voice. "What are you doing here, Jungwon?"

"Good to see you too, Sunghoon." Sarcasm laces my tone as I look at him. "I'm just here to greet my friends and wish them good luck. You know, good sportsmanship and all."

It seems that I manage to annoy Sunghoon, but not enough to gain his full attention on me as he waves me off dismissively while proceeding to walk towards Heeseung. From what I remember, Heeseung and Sunghoon are maternal cousins, but their friendship is just like any other. They're close, but not as close as he was with Jay and Jake.

It confounded me when I found out that Sunghoon chose to cut ties with Jay and Jake because the three of them were closer than everyone thought, and their bond was admirable. In the end, Sunghoon remains fiercely loyal to Heeseung.

As for Sunoo and Ni-Ki, they're the only ones that the rest of the guys have no issue with and can freely interact with. Even Heeseung informed them that they could choose to team up with Jay and Jake, but they insisted and stayed with him and Sunghoon.

So yeah, that's how complicated our dynamic is.

"Good evening, boys." A familiar, manly voice greets us before I turn to see Sunghoon's uncle, Park Junho, walking towards us with a fatherly smile etched on his face. A chorus of 'hey' and 'what's up' is delivered by us to him, to which he smiles even wider.

"I know it's rare for me to visit you guys, but I have small news to break." Junho announces. "There will be a new racer joining us tonight. She's the niece of a good friend of mine, though he's nowhere to be found now." Junho sighs, the worry in his eye is evident. "Anyway, I trust that you all will look out for her because I know how indecent the other racers can be towards women who race."

True that.

"Sure, Uncle." Sunghoon nods his head in affirmation. "So is she joining tonight as a one-time thing or??"

Junho purses his lips, lines creasing on his forehead, as he seems to be thinking. "I'm not entirely sure. But I did inform her that she's welcome to be a permanent crew member here."

"Who is she, anyway?" Sunoo asks, throwing gum into his mouth.

Oddly, Junho's expression changes, looking as though he's hiding something. "I can't tell you, as I've made a promise that I will keep her identity confidential."

"Mysterious and a potential hot lady?" Sunghoon smirks, to which I roll my eyes. Typical. "I can't wait to meet her."

"Behave, son." Junho gives him a knowing look. "We don't want to scare her away now."

"Don't worry, Uncle." Ni-Ki slings an arm around Sunghoon's shoulder roughly. "I'll make certain he behaves himself."

Sunghoon shoots Ni-Ki a playful scowl before attempting to push him away. "I'm older than you, kid."

Junho shakes his head at their childish banter before excusing himself to speak with Heeseung privately.

"Jungwon! What are you doing with this lame bunch?" I stagger forward when Jay's arm slings around my shoulder.

"Lame bunch?!" Sunghoon gasps dramatically before throwing daggers at Jay with his glare. "Why, I ought to skin your ass alive─"

But I'm too preoccupied to listen to their usual squabble, as I see something that is dreadful enough to make me lose the mood to race.

There's Hwang Rena, walking hand-in-hand with Jake. What the hell is she doing here?

I don't seem to realise that I'm too busy glaring at Rena for quite some time before I feel Jay's finger poking my cheek. "Why does a cat like you look like you're going to pounce on someone?" He asks with an amused grin.

"Why is Rena here?" I accidentally say it out loud with such disdain, prompting the other guys to turn their heads at the couple.

Rena, who is dressed as though she is about to participate in the race, with the exception that she's wearing a skirt, beams at us with a smile. "Hey, guys!"

Jay gives her a nod, whereas the others greet her with a chorus of 'hi' and 'hey'. As for me? I don't bother. I refuse to waste my breath on someone like her.

"What are you doing here, Rena?" Ni-Ki asks as he puts on his black, fingerless gloves. He stares at her with an arched eyebrow. "I don't suppose you'll be joining us in the race."

Rena chuckles lightheartedly, but even her chuckles are enough to burn my ears. "I wish I could race, but nope! I'm here to support Jakey!"

I watch as she tiptoes to aim a kiss on Jake's lips, but much to my amusement, she only manages to kiss his cheek as Jake turns his head. I don't bother to conceal my smirk at the visible disappointment written on her face.

Sunghoon's loud groan garners our attention. There is pure annoyance on his face. "What a sight for sore eyes! Can you three go back to your stations? Your presence here is not welcomed."

"Gladly." Jay says snidely before pulling me with him while Rena still clings to Jake.

Just then, a blaring engine startles us before we look at the source of the sound. My eyes widen at the sight of a purple Lamborghini Huracán GT3 EVO2 before pulling up at one of the empty stations.

Even Jake and Jay are still gaping at the sight, because we recognise other racers and their motorsport vehicles. Whoever the person is, that must be the girl Junho talked to us about.

Finally, the long-awaited reveal. She steps out of the car as gracefully as she does. Her hair is the shade of caramel with blond highlights as they cascade down her shoulders wavy. Her outfit consists of white leather. But she has concealed her face with a pair of sunglasses and a black mask that covers half of her face. The only visible feature is her forehead.

Though she stands far from us, I can discern the aura she emits. Intimidating, cold, and potent. It reminds me of a certain someone, except that she has plain dark hair while this mysterious lady has a different hair shade.

But as I look closely, her physique resembles Stella's. I shake my head at the thought of it. Nah, Stella is not the type to be involved in such an illicit activity. Stella would never waste her time on any of this. She's too busy with her life now that she's the official heir of the Hwang.

Little did I know that I would be proven wrong eventually.

Compared to the previous arenas I've ever raced at, this is by far the biggest. What astonishes me greatly is the spectacular roof light that allows us to see the skies. This is an excellent method of preventing rain from entering, as previous incidences have resulted in catastrophic harm to participants due to inclement weather.

Maybe I should consider Junho's offer in regards to being a permanent crew member here. Park Junho, aka my great-nemesis's uncle and my uncle's good friend, is a racing expert, and from my research, he has also participated in the Formula 1 Grand Prix. Initially, I had no idea that he knew my uncle. I only knew him as Sunghoon's uncle, though I've only seen him twice at business functions.

The only explanation for how I finally knew that he was friends with my uncle was all thanks to the person whom I've hired to search for anyone who had some form of connection with my uncle. So I reached out to him, informing him of who I am and how imperative it was for him to meet me, which happened three days ago.

We met at a cafe and talked. Strangely enough, the way he carried himself and his personality reminded me of my uncle. I could see why they got along so well. I'm glad that I could place my trust in him, as he too had the same goal.

For some peculiar reason, some of my relatives gave me vague answers that didn't really apply to my question about my uncle's whereabouts. Not only that, but my parents, especially my father, forbade me from asking questions in relation to my uncle and searching for him.

I didn't dare to ask why, given how it seemed as though it was paramount not to inquire anymore. But it feels as though I've been purposely kept in the dark. And so, I've decided to take matters into my own hands.

I'm not dumb enough to notice that they were all sketchy as fuck. I know it isn't right to assume, but there might be a possibility that they were involved in my uncle's disappearance.

How fucked up it is to not be able to trust your family and instead trust someone outside of the bloodline. Though I hope that my assumption is wrong.

As soon as I pull over to one of the empty stations, I put on my mask and sunglasses before exiting my Lamborghini. I love her as though she's my baby. I adjust the crop-top leather jacket around my figure before my gaze settles on the familiar figures from afar.

I'm not surprised to see them because Junho did inform me that they're permanent crew members here. But what genuinely surprises me is that they're split into two different teams instead of one. When I was still with Jaeyun, he did tell me that he and the other guys were involved in the racing business and were a team. I wonder what happened.

But wait, is that Hwang fucking Rena? What the hell is she doing here, out of all places? Oh, right. Jaeyun. I ignore the bitterness that feels like acid in my throat.

As long as I don't remove my mask and sunglasses, I'm good. I just have to be careful enough if any of them decide to interact with me. I could probably try to speak in a lower octave.

Realising that they're not going to stop staring at me anytime soon, I make my way inside, hoping to meet Junho again or head to the cafeteria to buy some refreshments.

Deciding to head to the cafeteria, I spot other racers socialising and mingling around. Heads turn as I walk past them, but I continue to make my way towards one of the stalls that sell drinks. After I pay for an energy drink, I turn around, but I bump into a solid figure that causes me to drop my drink, thanks to my loose grip.

But as I bend down, my sunglasses slide down, dropping to the ground as well. I mutter a cuss. At least my eye makeup looks fiercer than usual, so no one could recognise me at first glance.

"Sorry." It happens fast, because when I touch my bottle, so does the person. What's worse is that he is the last person I ever want to see.

I don't mean to glance up, but the instant I do so, my eyes lock with his, and while our hands touch, it feels as though there's electricity between us.

"It's fine." I answer him as gruffly as I can, quickly snatching my bottle and my sunglasses before walking away from him in haste.

I'm positive he didn't recognise me since I was swift. Besides, he only managed to notice my eyes at first glance, and he didn't even look that surprised, as though he had expected who I was.

Wait a minute.

My eyes widen in a dreadful realisation while my heart beats harder than usual. Oh, fuck.

Just before I can quickly make my way back to the station, a hand latches itself around my wrist with no intention of letting go, dragging me along with him to God knows where. I suppress making any remarks, not wanting to give away the final clue to who I am. Or maybe he already had a hunch from the moment his gaze stayed on me with such intensity earlier.

We are now in a secluded corner, far from any prying eyes or ears, with the only sound that can be heard faintly through these walls being the arena's speakers playing music.

Finally, he turns around and looks at me with a piercing gaze that I find myself flinching lightly from. If anything, he looks dissatisfied.

"You can remove your sunglasses and mask now." That is an order. "I know that you're you, Stella. Did you really think you could fool me?"

Oh, now it's my turn to be pissed off. Fine, then.I remove my sunglasses, and once I do, my eyes burn with hatred as we maintain eye contact while I remove my mask. I click my tongue in annoyance. "Maybe next time, try not to drag a girl like that without consent."

"I would never do that to anyone without consent, but I needed to get you out of there. There were too many eyes on you." Now he seems pissed. With one hand on his waist, he runs his fingers through his hair with the other in frustration before settling his gaze on me once more. "What the hell were you thinking? You're into racing now? Do you realise how many racers out there belong to the same society as us and the fact that you could get into deep trouble if they know who you are? You're the official Hwang heir, Stella!"

I don't deter, standing firm on my ground despite how hurt I am that he raises his voice at me. "Even if I am into racing, so what? Even if they might find out who I am, so what?" My voice comes out shaky as I struggle to remain calm. I take a step towards him, mustering the coldest glare I can, as our eye contact never falters. "Yeah, I might get into trouble, big time. But what's it to you, Yang Jungwon?"

Jungwon clenches his jaw and takes a step towards me, causing my breaths to hitch in my throat at the close proximity between us. "Because I care, Hwang Stella."

A scoff leaves my lips before I can even hold back. "Don't lie to me. We both know that you don't give a damn about me, at least not anymore."

"That's the thing, Stella! I did care for you, and I still do!" This time, there is a raw emotion that is palpable in his voice. My eyebrows furrow, noticing the desperation in his eyes. His voice drops to a whisper, sounding as vulnerable as ever. "Please believe me."

I want to, I really do. But the memory of him ignoring and abandoning me without any explanations when I really needed him the most still hurts me. I don't know if I can forgive him. My eyes turn glossy with each blink as I tighten my grip on my bottle.

"Go back to being the heartless jerk, Jungwon." My voice betrays the firm stance I put up as it cracks. "Don't make me hate you more than I already do."

"Stella, wait─"

Refusing to listen to what he has to say, I turn around, ready to leave him, but upon seeing Heeseung, who is standing a few metres from us, When his eyes meet mine, he doesn't seem too surprised, but at the same time, he does. His eyes flicker at Jungwon briefly.

"Shit." I hear Jungwon cuss lowly behind me. "Heeseung, don't tell anyone about this─"

"Uncle Junho was looking for you." Heeseung interrupts, his tone sounds calm. "You should go."

I can feel Jungwon's burning gaze on me before he finally leaves, feeling a cold breeze when he walks past me. Even after Jungwon is out of my sight, I remain in my spot with my gaze lowered.

"Stella─"

"Don't." I shake my head. "I know what you're going to say."

Heeseung approaches me slowly. "I was about to ask if you're okay."

I lift my head up, seeing how genuine he looks. I give him a terse smile. "I'm fine."

Heeseung raises his eyebrow as attractively as he does so. "Really? Somewhere along the lines, I heard you say you hated Jungwon. I didn't know you two were close enough for you to hate him."

It's clear that Heeseung is the persistent type. So I answer him flatly. "No offence, Heeseung, but it's not in any of your business to pry."

"I thought we were friends. Hence, the reason why I asked if you were okay." Heeseung scans me once more. "If you insist that you're okay, then why do you look like you're on the verge of tears?"

Damn me and my sudden inability to hold back my emotions. I attempt to wipe the tears that are already rolling down my cheeks, but I am stopped by Heeseung as he holds my wrist gently.

"Allow me." Heeseung's thumb brushes away the tears on my cheeks gently as he does so. I flicker my gaze to his face, noticing the frown on his pink lips while he seems to be focused. Against my will, my heart flutters with how gentle he is.

Pausing his action while I feel him still cradling my face, his eyes meet mine once again. He gazes at me with such tenderness that I find myself tearing up again.

"I don't know what happened to you and your past, but you didn't deserve any of it." He says ever so softly. "Do you want a hug?"

I let out a small chuckle while my tears run down freely. "Yes, please."

Heeseung opens his arms wide, inviting me into his warm embrace as I wrap my arms around him. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax. I lean into him, our bodies touching. The pleasant smell of his cologne tempts me to bury my head into his chest.

I feel him patting my back gently. "It's going to be okay, Stel."

I shake my head before I lean my forehead against his shoulder and sigh deeply. "I don't know, Heeseung. I'm just too afraid of getting hurt again and again. I've had enough."

"Don't worry. I'll protect you from whoever intends to harm you."

My chuckle sounds muffled against his shoulder before I tilt my head up to look at his side profile. "What, you want to be my knight in shining armour?" I jest. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Heeseung."

"We're friends now, aren't we?" He looks down at me. A peculiar emotion glimmers in his eyes before his gaze darkens. "I can assure you, sweetheart, that I protect what's mine. If you need me to keep your identity confidential, I will do so. Whatever you want or need, I'm at your service."

It is peculiar. My heart has been fluttering, but this time it has intensified. Under his dark gaze, I feel as though I'm prey, unable to find any escape route.

"Thanks, Heeseung." I offer him a small smile in return before I pull away from his embrace, despite how comfy it is to be hugged by him. "We should head back."

Heeseung nods in agreement. We proceed to make our way back to our respective stations, while the look in his eyes is something I'm unable to erase. Though I feel like I can trust him, I can't seem to ignore his gaze that was looking at me. Danger.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Throughout my racing endeavours, my stunning, sleek purple Lamborghini Huracán GT3 EVO2 has never disappointed me. Maybe it's because I invest an ample amount of maintenance in her and take great care of her, or maybe it's because of my skills, but victory inevitably comes my way. However, I believe that the triumph belongs not only to me but also to her. I would not have accomplished it without her. We're a team.

"Let's score another victory, yeah?" I murmur, my hand rubbing the premium leather, which feels smooth beneath the tips of my gloveless fingers, with affection.

The engine's exhaust blares loudly as I do it on purpose, obviously conspicuous enough to draw attention to me. As I await the flag to lower, I steal a quick glance at my opponent. I'm competing against Jaeyun. This is the last competition of the night. Earlier, I'd competed against Riki, Sunoo, and Jay, and I'd prevailed over them.

The sheer tenacity tightens my clutches on the steering wheel while my tongue pokes the inside of my cheek. The thirst to triumph against my ex-boyfriend is strong. My patience starts to run thin.

On cue, as the flag lowers itself, so do we. My hands are operating the functions effortlessly, as though they have minds of their own. I may have underestimated Jaeyun's prowess. We're practically on a tie after having finished the first lap.

I pick up the velocity, and a smirk tugs at my lips as I eventually overtake Jaeyun, but it isn't long before he manages to catch up with me. I bite my lower lip in vexation. Damn it. Why do I feel like tonight might actually be the first time that I'll be crushed?

Heaving breaths in frustration, my clutches become deadly on the steering wheel as I watch Jaeyun overtake me before drifting expertly and leaving me in the dust. Despite the humiliation I feel, I continue to reach the finish line. I slouch my shoulders in defeat.

Though there aren't many spectators on the bleachers, there are other racers aside from the guys who have just witnessed the competition. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I was supposed to win, especially when I'm a newbie. Ugh, I must've put on bad impressions now that Jaeyun prevailed over me.

I remain seated in my car while my face is blank as I watch Jaeyun exit his car with a smile—a stupid yet handsome smile that used to flutter my heart. I scoff loudly at the moment Rena comes to the scene, lunging towards Jaeyun for a hug. My heart clenches with the familiar sentiment as I watch him reciprocate the hug, his arm around her waist.

My knuckles turn pale with each second I grip the steering wheel. Why does it have to be Rena?

I become startled when I hear a knock on my window. I look to the side and see Junho. I roll down the window and greet him with a tight smile. "I know, I lost. It's embarrassing."

Junho gives me a smile of assurance. "Actually, you did more than great. No one has ever managed to come close to Jake until you."

A sigh leaves my lips. "But I still lost."

"But the two of you came close to a tie." Junho counters. "Jake is one of the finest racers here, and with the exception of the six of them, other racers have lost against him miserably, but you two complemented each other well. It also looked like you had chemistry with him, except it's with your motorsport cars." He jests.

I find myself chuckling dryly, my gaze returning to the view ahead, where Jake is seen assisting Rena inside his vehicle. "You have no idea."

As the eldest and the official heir, I ought to be a perfectionist. Throughout my upbringing, I was taught and apprised to excel in everything. It didn't matter if I hated it, because what mattered was that I lived up to my parents' expectations of me.

My parents often showered me with love and care, but at times, I could see through their manipulations. Though everyone perceives them as the exemplary couple who met through a business-arranged marriage, they complement each other well, and that includes their manipulations and deceptions.

In the beginning, I was naive and only cared that my parents loved me and often spoiled me with anything I desired. I was foolish to have ignored my younger sister, who yearned for my parents' and my affections. I did feel content that I received more attention from my parents compared to my sister, but I soon realised how badly it affected her when she began giving me cold shoulders and impertinent remarks.

I intend to amend things with her, all because I was greedy and ignorant. When we hit college, her icy demeanour melted towards me as I often conversed with her, even though she tried to ignore me. Eventually, she caved in and accepted me back, though there are still some unspoken feelings.

I look down on my phone and send her a text, informing her that I've arrived. As usual, she only seen my text. While waiting for her in the parking lot, my finger scrolls through my contacts before it stops on a certain name. Stella.

Without thinking twice, I tap on her contact information and decide to send her a text.

HEESEUNG: Will I be seeing you at the party?

I wait patiently, expecting her to reply late, but she surprises me once more. Just like the night when I accidentally caught a glimpse of her face when we raced a few weeks ago.

STELLA: Unfortunately, yes. Though I doubt that I'm entirely welcomed.

HEESEUNG: Nonsense. Anyone is welcome as long as they enjoy beer and skittles.

STELLA: I'll skip the beer, thanks.

The sides of my lips upturn as I smile lightly. I probably look like a fool, but I can't bring myself to care enough. I continue to text her, ignoring how obviously eager I am to continue the conversation with her.

HEESEUNG: Promise me that you'll find me first at the party?

STELLA: What if I want to meet a friend?

HEESEUNG: Wait, you have friends?

I chuckle to myself when she sends an angry face emoji.

STELLA: Idiot. Aren't you my friend as well?

HEESEUNG: I was only joking. Besides, I didn't expect you to have other friends.

STELLA: Are you jealous?

HEESEUNG: What if I say I am?

STELLA: Jealousy doesn't suit you, Heeseung.

HEESEUNG: You haven't even seen me jealous, sweetheart.

STELLA: .......Anyway, I have to go. See you later, if I even manage to find you.

HEESEUNG: Don't worry. I'll be the one to find you first.

The passenger door swings open, prompting me to close my phone. I clear my throat, erasing the smile off my face while my sister is busily wearing her seatbelt.

"I told you not to fetch me too early." She grumbles, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks at me. "What happened?"

My hands grip the steering wheel, turning as I begin to make our way out of the parking lot. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, you look as if you've gotten your first kiss." She points out, amusement lacing her tone. "I mean, I know that you're a player, but I have never seen you look like that."

A frown tugs at my lips before I take a quick glance at her smirking face. "First of all, I was never a player. Those girls just happened to like me and chased after me relentlessly while I clearly had no interest in any of them, or anyone for that matter."

"Did you really?"

"What?"

"I mean, I clearly remember you accidentally telling me that you had a crush on some girl you saw at the library in your first year." She states knowingly. "You should've approached her and given her your number!" She punches my shoulder lightly.

A faint smile appears on my lips as I recall. "I was too much of a coward back then. I did have the intention to introduce myself to her, but when that happened, she had already belonged to someone else."

The nostalgia still stings, and it's even worse when I was the one who noticed her first before the other man managed to win over her heart before I could even pursue her.

"Heeseung, are you okay?" My sister asks me in a soft tone, which I find surprising because she rarely uses that tone with me.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I reply calmly before turning into the familiar street. "It's just a silly crush."

Besides, I finally have her right where I wanted her.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The party is hosted at Sunghoon's place, which is a stupendous three-story villa. The exterior is painted in magnificent obsidian, exhibiting a sophisticated veneer. Even as I'm inside my car, the booming sound of music coming from the villa is discernible.

I've known Sunghoon practically since birth, yet even after all these years, I still find it hard to fully grasp the immense wealth that runs through his entire family. As we speak of his family's wealth, his father gifted him this villa for his eighteenth birthday. Yes, this villa belongs solely to Sunghoon.

As I pull up where the other vehicles are arrayed on the massive asphalt driveway with some peeps from college loitering around, I do a quick scan to look for a certain Tesla, but disappointment dawns on me as I realise that she has yet to arrive.

"Let's get drunk and nasty!" The shrill voice that belongs to my sister causes me to wince. She is also patently exhilarated, even though there is no alcohol in her system yet. She even gains some cheers of approval from those who are loitering in the driveway, to which she waves at them with a beaming smile in return, as though she's a celebrity.

"No nasty things!" I call out to her, shaking my head as she skips carefreely towards the entrance but stops when Sunoo comes out. As if they haven't met for ten years, my sister squeals and pulls Sunoo into a hug. Sunoo spots me and waves his hand at me before bringing my sister inside. I swear, those two behave more like siblings than my sister and I do.

I halt my steps on the pavement, just a few metres away from the entrance. I glance behind, as though I'm hoping that her Tesla is coming, but I have a feeling that she's late.

"Heeseung!" Out of nowhere, Ni-Ki approaches me from the side. He greets me with our signature handshake, but my eyes find their way trailing towards two familiar figures. Jay and Jake.

Ni-Ki must've been with them. Before I can look away, Jake catches my gaze while Jay continues to smoke. He raises an eyebrow at me, and there's a challenging glint in his eye, as though he dares me to confront him once more.

In return, my gaze turns colder, holding the eye contact much longer than I intended, and even Jay whips his head to look at me. Finally, I break the eye contact between us before proceeding inside, with Ni-Ki patting my back as though in an attempt to simmer down.

I don't know if I felt indignant back there, but I can confirm that there was disappointment with a hint of sorrow. Fucking hell, Jake Sim. Ever since he started dating Rena, he has changed, especially his behaviour towards me.

At first, I was about to let it go, but it gradually got worse when a physical fight broke out between me and him to the point where the other guys had to hold us back. Then, a few days later, a major feud happened between Jay and Sunghoon. I can't precisely recall, but it has something to do with their parents being business rivals, and it eventually involved the two guys, who were once close enough to regard each other as brothers.

And so, we collectively agree that it's in everyone's best interest to split up, though Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-Ki are still on the best terms, for which I'm thankful and, at the same time, I feel saddened. Especially Jungwon.

As if on cue, I spot him hanging out with my sister and Sunoo at one corner, where there is a couch big enough to fit five people. A boyish grin is etched on his face while his attention is on my sister. A familiar ache makes its way towards my heart. I'm glad that he still gets along well with my sister.

Jungwon and I haven't been talking for so long until last night, when I overheard him speaking about his ill mother. I don't even know why Jungwon drifted away from me, but it is highly likely due to the fact that he's closer to Jay. As for Jay, he and Jake were childhood friends, so it's natural for him to choose Jake's side.

"Heeseung! You're finally here!" Sunghoon approaches me. A grin plasters itself on his face while there are two red plastic cups in his hands. "Here." He offers me one of the drinks, which I willingly accept.

As I lean my back against the wall with one hand sliding into my pocket, I begin to take sips of the flavoured vodka that suits my taste. Sunghoon settles himself next to me.

"You're the life of the party, aren't you?" I ask before taking sips again. "So why haven't you entertained the guests like a party host should?"

Sunghoon lets out a snort. "Done that. You're the one who arrived late to witness it."

I glance at him. "I'm surprised you invited Jay and Jake."

"I didn't!" A scowl appears on his face. "I bet Sunoo and Ni-Ki dragged them here. But that's alright. As long as they don't do anything to ruin this party."

"You just want to show off to them that you'll always be the one to throw a great party."

"Guilty." Sunghoon shrugs his shoulders. "By the way, a mutual friend of mine is interested in you." He nudges me, a gesture of suggestiveness. "She's from my department. If you want, I can set you two up."

I chuckle breathily. "Hoon, why bother trying when you know that my answer will always remain the same?"

"I'm just trying to help out my best friend!" Sunghoon punches my shoulder lightly. "You know, despite your bad boy persona, you're a nerd. I mean, you haven't even lost your virginity!"

"I'm saving it for someone special." I bring the red cup to my lips, drinking the last of the vodka.

"Who are you saving it for?" He asks exasperatedly. What a drama queen.

"Just someone." I answer slowly, as my attention is no longer focused on him but instead on someone as she walks through the entrance. My surroundings feel like a blur as my sole focus is on her.

The shade of her hair, as it cascades down her slender shoulder, is a divine lilac, unlike the last night I saw. Well, it makes sense for her to change her hair colour since she can't risk the other guys noticing the similarity between her and the mysterious racer last night. She is adorned in a short black dress that shows off her figure with a crop-top denim jacket that complements well with the whole look.

Holy fuck. She looks exquisite.

Her eyes, which are always enthralling, seem to be searching for something or someone as they scan over the crowd. When her eyes finally meet mine, my heart experiences palpitations. She gazes at me for awhile before breaking into a small smile.

"Hold this for me, thanks." I tell Sunghoon without tearing my gaze off of her.

"What? But your cup is empty!" Sunghoon's confusion is apparent, but I'm too preoccupied, already making my way through the crowd.

As I approach her, a small smile returns to her gorgeous countenance. I don't miss the way her eyes seem to be scanning me.

"You're late." I comment, hiding the fact that I'm delighted to see her. I don't want to seem that desperate.

"And the party is not ending anytime soon, right?" Stella muses, tilting her head slightly to one side as she looks at me. "I didn't expect to meet you this soon."

"Disappointed, sweetheart?" A smirk tugs at my lips. "Who were you expecting to see first?"

"A friend."

"Male or female?"

"Is that jealousy I sense?" She muses with her eyebrows raised.

"Of course. I don't want the friend I made to abandon me." I merely jest, but her smile falters lightly.

"I'm not that type of person, Heeseung." It's fast, but I manage to catch a glimpse of pain in her eyes before it disappears.

I frown. "I was only joking, sweetheart."

"Do you call your friends that, or does it only apply to me?" She asks as we decide to make our way around.

"Only you. So you should feel honoured." She rolls her eyes at my playful response. "Besides, sweetheart suits you."

"Whatever you say, Lee." She halts her steps, leaning forward to grab a red cup and a bottle of vodka. "I guess it's self-service, so." She pours herself a drink.

"Heeseung! Why were you being like that?! Like you've been possessed!" Sunghoon's frantic voice approaches from behind. "Hwang Stella, who the fuck invited you? I know I didn't."

I watch as Stella pauses from drinking before she slowly turns around to meet him. She doesn't appear affected by his glare, simply staring at him blankly. "Park, what a dry party you have here. I expected more."

If looks could kill, Stella would be perished into ashes. Sunghoon scoffs in annoyance. "Or maybe you haven't been to a party as lit as mine. Face it, Hwang. You're simply boring and plain."

"Sunghoon." I can't help but reprove him.

Sunghoon's eyes dart between us, noticing how close we're standing next to each other. "Since when did you two become all friendly?"

"He's my friend now." Stella states curtly, but Sunghoon narrows his eyes at her statement.

"That's right." I voice out, drawing Sunghoon's attention. "Let this go, Hoon. It's a party, and she's your guest."

Sunghoon opens his mouth, probably about to make a retort, but is cut off by Sunoo's voice. "There you guys are. Some of them are already on the second floor. The game is starting soon."

"Oh? Hey, Stella." Ni-Ki greets her, standing alongside Sunoo and Jungwon. Meanwhile, my sister is nowhere to be found. Probably munching off the brownies, as usual.

"Hey, Riki." Stella gives him a small smile, though I notice she seems to avoid Sunoo and Jungwon's gazes. Huh, I wonder how she knew Riki. At this point, I shouldn't be surprised that she may know the other guys.

"Stella, you should join. It'll be interesting." Sunoo invites her, but I notice mischievousness glimmers in his fox-like eye. He must be up to something.

Sunghoon's loud groan catches us off-guard. "If all of you want to be friendly with Hwang here, feel free to do so, but please, not to the extent where the activity involves her!"

"Enough whining, you drama queen." Ni-Ki slings his arm around Sunghoon, pulling him away towards the stairs. Sunoo follows after them, but Jungwon steals a quick glance at Stella and me, an unidentifiable emotion glinting in his eyes before he follows the guys as well.

"You don't have to participate if you don't want to." I tell her assuringly.

However, determination shines in her eyes. "It's okay. If Sunghoon thinks that I'm boring, I'll just have to prove him wrong."

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STAR RACER － ENHYPEN GREASE AU SERIES | PART 4 🚦

racer!enhypen & flaggirl!reader

PARTS: PROLOGUE, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 5, coming soon...

TITLE: ST★R-RACER : PART 4. THE RUMBLE.

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: ooc idols, sexual innuendos, light sexual content, strong language, violence, mild slutshaming, illegal acts, cat calling, sleezy teenagers, tba...

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

WORD-COUNT: 10.0k

NOTE: im so sorry this part took so long to write. i burn out easily and ideas were not filling my head. this is my first big series so it is a bit difficult to amount to the number of words each chapter has. but thank you for waiting and i hope you enjoy this long special! i apologise for any typos, its hard to proof read at the moment. likes, reposts and comments are all heavily appreciated, thank you.

your attention has placed the road ahead of you, memorising the familiar landscape as the one you drove past in the evening with yeonjun. from the asphalt road to the street lamps and to the traffic lights, everything was much brighter and clearer this time around. likely due to your vision not being clouded by the raven night sky, or perhaps the regret and guilt tainting your perception of your surroundings that unforgettable night.

"well, i'm not worried. he can have a cow, won't change the fact his turf's in a rut too," you calmly replied while adjusting the collar of your white short-sleeved blouse. a light grin on jake's face humoured your determined attitude, bright eyes laying on your reflection from the rearview mirror.

"you kill me sometimes," your male counterpart complimented before refocusing his attention on the next corner he swerved past. you beamed at his sweet comment, gulping your real intentions down your dry throat. in reality, you were worried. about yeonjun, about going to an unfamiliar school, about heeseung.

definition:'kill'. > to impress.

to even consider the plan of attempting to pact with the clique from the other side of the town meant you were desperate. you yearned to snatch jake's steering wheel and go back the way you came from because an uneasy bundle in your stomach untangled and started to reach every vessel in your body. you thought the pressure of the rumble would ease overnight but instead, it got worse.

someone could end up in the hospital, even inadequately considering the possibility of ending up outnumbered due to the uncertain chance of recruiting yeonjun's crew. so even though you hated it, you had to get the boy on your side, for your friends' sake.

last night's image of riki's untamed berating and thrashing out of sunghoon and jake's grasp was hard to shake off he had never gotten so worked up about another person before. you didn't want to see him in that state again.

the number of stores on the street gradually decreased, replaced by dense trees and bramble bushes, a sign you were nearing the school. "what a load of nerds," jake poked fun at herds of students clad in blazers, jerseys, plaid patterned pants and skirts and the tall rhubarb brick building fenced by tall black metal fencing. it was like some impenetrable fortress with a long moat surrounding it, except it wasn't. it was simply unlike your school. your school was the complete opposite with nothing more but a twisty metal fence surrounding it. students would occasionally hop over the fences just to go get better lunch food or skip unwanted classes, you included.

your eyebrows gradually lifted at the realisation that you hadn't even tackled the first crisis yet, the overbearing fence, "crap," your curse placed under your breath while jake steered into the disbursed car park and came to a gentle halt, not eager to bring unsolicited attention to your arrival. he made sure to park behind a wide tree that's long branches with lax leaves that almost reached the roots on his head.

he quietly wolf-whistled at the amusing sight, taking in the complication you already situated yourself with. you reluctantly revolved your head towards the male beside you in slow motion to find his gaze. and with a suspecting smirk on his face, he inquired you about his nifty scheme.

his hurried hands grasped his elbows as he held his folded forearms in front of him, crouching in an uncomfortable position with knees pressed into the hard pavement.

the corners of your mouth spread outwards as your molars clamped down on one another, too focused on aiming the sole of your shoe on jake's makeshift stepping stool to notice the strain on your jaw.

he huffed out upon your weight's arrival, his arms wavering for a split second before he jolted the platform made with his arms up into the air. you took the sudden elevation as a chance to hold on to the cold metal railings of the fence, concentrating as your wide skirt bunched in the air. with a rigid rattle, you regulated your balance as jake's arms steadied you on top of him.

a gasp of relief vacated your chest as your clenched jaw could relax as your successful stepping stool plan worked. "s'nice view," jake's crude comment blasted below your lengthy skirt and your wide eyes bolted to the male whose head was tilted upwards for anything but the sky. there was only one place his eyes landed upon.

"cut the gas, sim!" you screeched loudly and intentionally kicked the white tip of your sneaker in the male's susceptible nose. he yelped out in pain, eyes squeezing shut while his arms awfully loosened. a mean laugh left your lips in satisfaction while taking the distorted balance as an opportunity to release your foot off of his platform and onto the top of the horizontal railing slab. then, you applied all your weight on the singular foot and extended the rest of your body upwards and over the fence. yet, your landing wasn't as straightforward as the journey over it and you ended up with one of your knees shoved into the damp grass of the school campus.

your partner in crime was rubbing his throbbing red nose after your hostile jab at it, despite him knowingly deserving it. one of his brown eyes opened to peek at your safe drop on the other side of the fence, "sorry. 45 minutes, y/n. js'call out for me if you need," he called out while the hem of your skirt returned around your knees after the velocity of the drop concluded. you were hunched over, a hand dusting your dirt-stamped kneecap that had follicles of grass glued to it.

"i know. don't think i'll need the help of a little boy who can't keep his eyes out of the gutter," you mocked his ogling and spun on your heel away from the car park and the familiar individual with it. jake, the boy who couldn't stand being crowded by girls, confidently announcing the esteem of seeing up your skirt was a bold move. little does he know the minor injury to his nose would be met tenfold by the time you bust out of this unfamiliar school.

45 minutes. all the time you had at your disposal. 45 minutes was the duration of lunch and you needed to be in and out of yeonjun's school as quickly as you could. of course, some constraints were weighing you down other than the time frame. and that was yeonjun's compliance.

it was safe to assume the male you threw a drink at two weeks ago would most likely refuse your proposition. neither did you know the layout of the school and whether the teachers on guard would kick you out upon your arrival. so you had to be equally alert.

you strode forward towards the towering building with the large cross logo built in the middle, a slight increase in heartbeat by the countless pairs of eyes locked onto your unknown self. you could only pray that no tattle tail would report on the girl who just leapt over the fences, breaking precisely why they were implemented. it was lunchtime at this school as well and cliques separated from one another sitting on the field or at lunch tables made you realise just how difficult carrying out this secretive mission of yours would be.

by secretive, only you and jake knew of it. hence the reason he was chauffeuring you to the other side of town and missing out on whatever lunch menu was on at your cafeteria. quite the feat, you thought.

after passing a few outdoor pillars by the side of the main building, you found the lunch block that remained outdoors. girls with rolled-up plaid skirts sat on the collection of bleachers by the soccer pitch in the distance to your right side, indulging in minuscule amounts of cafeteria lunches and the meals running across the soccer field. a mixed handful of preps sat along benches and or on the concrete-covered floors under the shade of the freshly painted veranda to your left. yet, from both ears you could hear the endless pour of gossip about your appearance surface. "that's the chick that went home with choi a couple'a nights back."

your focus on the defaming vocal of opinions suddenly terminated when a large, warm hand on your shoulder cuffed itself around you. your shaken eyes found themselves settled on a face you could put to a name. soobin. "aren't you lost, choi?" his deep voice questioned and a small curl of his lip caught your attention, face inches apart from yours. the hunch in his back signalled he was leaning over your head to meet your eyes from behind. you were speechless, not expecting a target to reveal themselves so easily.

the tall male raised an eyebrow in curiosity at your brief quiet demeanour, standing upright. only at that moment did you realise how much the male towered over you and it caused you to blink profusely out of intimidation. he wore a grey blazer with his school's emblem on it in contrast to the heavy dark jacket he was wearing at the race tracks. you licked your dry pink lips and swiped his hand off your shoulder discretely, "reason you callin' me choi?" you questioned lowly while he towed his hand to his side, shaking it off like it were wet.

"well, you are yeonjun's missus. ain'tcha?" he chirped while his lips protruded outwards and his cheeks huffed meanwhile. your eyebrows dipped low and a side of your lips lifted in a sneer like you'd stepped in rubbish. to even think of the said male as a spouse sounded like a nightmare. yeonjun must have been spreading misinformation around his turf, and a side task was unexpectedly placed upon you.

to prove him wrong.

"that's not true. i think i'd much rather be called my name," you seethed tediously with squinted eyes directly align with the male. he cocked his head to the side in wonder, trying to piece together whether you were joking or not.

"it's not? he was tellin' people you're round heels," he began to chuckle lightly and your hands balled tightly into fists. your yeonjun accusation stood correct. a flare of embarrassment sparked on your face in a blaze at such wording used on you. you groaned in irritation at such cunning stirs and trudged forward, bumping into soobin deliberately to tilt him backwards.

definition:'round heels'. > an easy girl, heels rounded for easy tipping onto a bed.

he staggered for a brief moment before regaining his balance and following behind your careless actions, half amused and half confused. "oh, choi is dead meat," you grumbled while stomping your feet into the lavish grass and heading towards the veranda. meeting numerous gazes of students who sat underneath it, you pondered why they were so judgemental. at first, you thought it was because of yeonjun's rumours, but when your head craned behind, you realised it was because of soobin trailing inches apart from you. it was so unsettling the shift in appearances of the boy who was once chasing after you and sunghoon on a friday night.

soobin was a renowned racer and the students either loved him or hated him, no in between. it wasn't hard to miss the only individual sporting black leather threads and tight blue denim amongst a crowd that didn't. it made you wonder how he even got into such a school in the first place. maybe his parents were filthy rich and threw him into such a populace with the intent to 'right his wrongs'. then they probably explained to the headmaster that 'he's just a boy, he doesn't know any better' when he set the science lab on fire, or something.

nonetheless, his reoccurrence made a palm slap against your face in annoyance, dragging your hand down in disarray, "if you're here to court me, hit the road," you complained while turning around for a brief moment and he shone a crooked smile at your notice of his presence.

"why, but you're a firecracker to tease," he jabbed while quickening the pace of his long legs and catching up to you, now side by side. your angry hands pressed onto the male's chest, trying to shove him away only for the male to lean all of his weight atop of you. the heavy force had your steps reversing and reluctantly, you backed against a hard brick wall. you grit your teeth anxiously, eyes glaring into his as the top of his head was against the vacant wall space above yours. "settle, doll face. if you wanted to get your hands on me so bad y'could've just asked."

his shower of flirts repulsed you and your head turned away at such compact contact, hands still driven against his chest as his torso didn't budge even when you started to hook your nails into it.

by the intimate distance, his cologne almost suffocated you, whisked with the scent of tobacco. his bold actions made your head spin and worst of all, everyone's eyes were on you. your hot face combusted with his warm breath, like waving a fan in front of flames.

"get off of me, rag!" you argued with an increase of pressure you placed on him. the corner of his lips cocked upwards and you eventually broke through his overbearing cave. you staggered forward drunkenly, feet pivoting away from the male as he toppled backwards for a split second. you briskly padded away, slapping two of your palms over your soiled burning cheeks.

"he was lyin', clearly," soobin chuckled breathlessly while resuming his follow on your whereabouts. honestly, if he pulled that trick on any other girl you were certain he'd be rejected just the same.

"lay off. if you're not going to help me find choi then you can waste someone elses," you retaliated and pressed the crease out of your white skirt. you hated that his cologne was now rubbed off of you and the scent didn't leave even after you shook out every article of your clothing like you were dusting them off.

"whats the occasion?" he questioned and licked his lips out of habit, loud footsteps echoing yours and acting all innocent like he wasn't pulling that stunt a minute ago, "i can."

"get on with it," you ordered through an eye-roll and endured the painful trip towards yeonjun's whereabouts. the sunlight appeared and disappeared on soobin's face as pillars blocked fragments of light each time you passed one, "i'll tell you when we find the guy."

"if it's another necking, i'd be more than happy to offer my services," he teased and swayed his body closer to yours, almost causing you to crash right into him. you cursed under your breath and pushed the boy away aggressively. you were starting to reconsider whether the problem with your plan was soobin's irritating antics or yeonjun.

definition:'necking'. > make out.

"another? we never did. in fact, he hadn't even laid a hand on me before he was pullin' out," you lied thickly but you didn't care. if it were an opportunity to humiliate the male, you didn't need to be asked twice. soobin's head was thrown back as a chain of laughs sprouted out of him at the correction.

"no snow job," the male teased while shaking his head after his high of laughter disbursed. the edge of the concrete veranda was nearing and soobin took the initiative to pass a corner, leading you towards an area that was much more secluded with taller brick walls. you were a little proud of your fake tales, even more at the reaction of the other male who didn't doubt it one bit. to be honest, you were over the whole situation. the bad date, the manipulative language used on you and the oil spill on heeseung.

well, partly over that last part. but with other concerns shadowing it, it was forced to the back of your cluttered mind. similar to the oversized blazer thrown around your sides and forced over your arms a moment ago. your arms weighed heavily at the large article of clothing and you cluelessly stared at soobin as he held your shoulders gently, only the tips of his fingers against you.

"lid on," he shushed you carefully and lead you in the correct direction, his head only focused on the individual walking past. an old lady, likely in her late 50s, wore sleek red glasses pressed to her face and a tight, knee-length pencil skirt that made her strut look funny. a teacher, a very intimidating looking one at that. she had a returning stern gaze over soobin and her wrinkly lipstick-chapped lips pursed in dismay. your shoulders were hunched like a box, from the tension in the air, or perhaps the heavy jacket over the top of you.

you weren't looking at the teacher, but when her echoing footsteps lowered in volume, you let out a sigh of relief from your chest, shoulders relaxing. the male took his hands off the top of your shoulder blades and left his warm blazer around you, only looking down at you with his dark irises.

"what was that for?" you questioned with a low whisper as if the teacher had super hearing and would've heard you if your voice was amplified another decimal. while adjusting his lengthy grey blazer around you comfortably, soobin shone a quick grin and rubbed an index finger along his smooth philtrum.

"disguise. that broad is the principal. if you weren't in uniform she'dve rocked you," he answered while playing with the hem of the white t-shirt he now resided in. your head tilted at his quick wits and perhaps you'd taken him lesser than he first ought to be.

"well, gentleman," you chirped and the boy licked his lips at the nickname, eyes shaped like crescents merrily. the walk resumed without anymore hindrance, only small talk between you and the tall boy who happened to let down his guard. finally, you came in contact with two large wooden doors at the end of the hallway. you bit on your lip, head checking up to soobin's for a split moment for confirmation. and by the light nod of his head, you padded forward and pushed the pair of doors open with two spread arms.

bright white headlights flashed in the dark ambience and heeseung's hand propped in front of his eyes to shield them from the blinding clash. he was sitting on the alleyway ground, forearms draped over his knees and his fond jacket across his spacious lap.

the bright light illuminated the entire alleyway and heeseung could see from his peripherals just how easily his position was given away by the brick walls of the alleyway lighted. alerted, he peeked through the gaps of his long fingers and cursed out at the reckless decision the other boy made to keep the headlights of his ride turned on. although, that angered fire in him snuffed out when his gaze landed on the longing face of his friend, jay.

the appearance of the younger boy was like a flashback to heeseung. it had been so long with zero contact with one another, it could've easily been another one of his daydreams. but, jay heeded to his call like the loyal service he was.

heeseung stood up straight as the engine of the car halted and the light vibration of the vehicle froze, headlights clicking off like a tv pulled at the plug. he dusted himself off, carefully padding towards the suspecting vehicle and walking along the exterior to the passenger's seat, taking light steps on the coarse rubble foundation.

the silence in the air grew as he opened the passenger seat and inclined his slim frame inside, settling on the vacant seat. no words were exchanged between him and the other male, only the turn of jay's head and the tilt of his sunglasses while he scanned heeseung's appearance like some judge.

"jay," heeseung greeted, nodding his head and keeping a straight face with a raspy voice. the male in question tilted his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, a smug grin on his face.

"heeseung," he responded cooly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if it were a normal interaction between the two. nonchalant before the aggressive tug on his shoulders yanked him forward into heeseung's warm embrace. jay's sunglasses tilted crookedly as his face smashed against heeseung's ear, returning the tight hug tenderly.

"you idiot! what's this get up? forgettin' your honorifics and wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night?" a long, gleeful laugh left heeseung's throat. he hadn't laughed like this in ages. the strong hug came to an end as heeseung disengaged and scanned jay's awfully misplaced glasses. jay bit back a hearty smile, pleased his little gag with sunglasses made the other laugh. he ran his long fingers through his black locks and whisked his head back as though he were in a photo shoot.

"well, y'know. work," he replied, still piling onto the joke. heeseung shook his head, sweaty bangs glued to his forehead after his eventful night of running from the fuzz. jay flicked his sunglasses above his hairline, not being able to see anything in the dark with them on anyway. now able to see clearly, he didn't miss the mass amounts of cash splayed all over heeseung's dirty coveralls, "dude?"

heeseung's orbs traced jay's gaze and peered down at his own body, realising the male was flabbergasted at more than just his arrival. he bit back a proud grin and dug a dirty hand into his side pockets only to return with a handful of papers between his clutches, "dude," he replied and jay's raised eyebrows lowered to a normal slate, realising heeseung's act was true.

"the fuck did i miss?" his counterpart questioned as me of his palms pressed against his sweaty forehead, colliding with his tilted sunglasses unintentionally.

the older male returned the cash to it's rightful place in his pocket and kept that same smile splayed across his cheeks, "robbed this old man's register when he wasn't lookin'. don't worry, i kicked the bucket right after," his remark held no remorse for his criminal act and instead acted as if he were bragging.

a half scoff half laugh left jay's lips and he looked off the to side like heeseung had spoken a terrible joke, "y'crazy, hyung," he remarked whilst a hand kept itself on his leather steering wheel. the elder began to undo the upper clasped buttons of his coveralls and slid the thick navy material off his shoulders, typing the sleeves across his waist in a bulbous knot. he returned his beloved race jacket around him and leaned forward with a finger playing with the sweaty black strands of his hair whilst scanning himself in the rear view mirror.

jay was watching silently, amused by the sudden interest of appearances, "gonna need more than a pampering, y'stinkin' up my chariot. who y'trying to impress anyway?" he questioned next.

"...nobody in particular, park," heeseung cheesed with a flashy reply, adding the finishing touches to his hair and sitting back in his car seat with a satisfied nod.

"not fallin' for that snow job," the other retorted whilst continuing to view heeseung's conflicting mannerisms, "'ts y/n, ain't it?"

there was a cascade of silence that laid the car, only the sound of cars driving meters from the alleyway entrance roaring past. until jay opened his mouth once more, "she'd been down in the dumps since you left," his dark eyes faced forward, tracing the terracotta brick wall heeseung once leaned upon previously, "everybody. jungwon, sunoo, hoon, jake, riki 'nd y/n. we all been bugged. just constant losses-i mean did you know that kid sunoo dropped outta school 'cause he lost a bet on your last race?"

jay's calm tangent caused heeseung's eyebrows to raise slightly. he knew there would be consequences to his careless disappearance, but nothing of this calibre. heeseung wasn't a dickhead like the other greasers you'd categorise him with. he was the eldest of the clique and brought a sense of meaning to that label with reason. and, he definitely knew when he should be held accountable for up and leaving as though that selected group meant nothing to him but a mere memory.

jay's vent furthered, "guess that saying that goes 'you never know what y'got 'til its gone' is true," his vision returned to his eldest and the black haired disheveled individual had his brows real upturned this time, mouth parted slightly in surprise at the sincerity of his pride smitten companion. the boy in question was flustered at the non-responsive behaviour of heeseung and cleared his throat while looking off to the side.

lee simply shook his head, placing a hand on the awkward male and nodded in acknowledgment, "yeah, man. guess i got a few apologies to make," he answered whilst lifting a palm off his friend and instead returning them to his jacket to fully zip it up as the cold night breeze bristled the hairs on his head.

jay tilted his head slightly forward in response, taking the cold wind as a sign that solidified that heeseung wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. now, there was only the future to look forward to-and a group of assholes to prove himself to. the car engine started once more and the automobile began to reverse from the dark alleyway.

a cold curious hand dug into the front pockets of his jacket, only to brush past a crisp wad of paper. heeseung brimmed with confusion for a brief moment as he lifted the paper out of his pocket and held it in front of his eyes. with a squint, he realised it was a collection of numbers written with pencil. heeseung's eyes narrowed further in suspicion, only one person had access to his clothing and he drew a straight line to the culprit.

"y'good?" jay asked to break the sudden silence and the other male immediately crumpled the paper between his fingers and flicked it behind him.

"yeah, keeno," lee nonchalantly responded while jay had fully backed out of the dim alleyway, only now waiting for several cars to pass so he had a clear entrance.

"i got a plan to get you outta juvi," the other appeased with an anticipating grin on his face. the loud screech of tires burned against the asphalt ground as jay forced himself to break a brigade of cars, earning a few ear-piercing honks from other drivers.

heeseung's head was turned towards the rear end of the car, an astonished smile on his face, "surprised y'haven't lost your license yet. shoot," he encouraged the other's question.

jay clicked his tongue at hee's snarky comment and drove towards the direction of a gas station that's bright neon sign was spotted miles away, "dyeing ya 'do," the dark haired male explained while his eyes flicked towards heeseung's raven locks.

the male in question reluctantly lifted a hand to palm the side of his hair, lips pursing in uncertainty, "fracture me, will you? there ain't no way in hell you're touching my hair," heeseung refused almost immediately.

definition:' fracture'. > amuse me.

"'ts either you sportin' a new color, or spending the rest'a senior year with the fuzz," jay reasoned while shaking his head in disapproval. personally, he thought his plan was well thought out and a good cover for his criminal of a friend.

"ain't that a bite, park. think they got ciggies in jail?" the other sighed out while repositioning himself in jay's vehicle, long legs outspread lazily whilst his torso pushed upwards so his head could stay upright.

"get with it, hyung! y'know how hard it's boutta be when you return to school with a felon on y'head?" jay continued while heeseung closed his eyes stubbornly.

"you watch too many damn flicks," he laughed out while jay hadn't changed direction towards the servo at all. it'd take a lot of convincing for heeseung to agree, but jay just couldn't let go of his marvellous idea. and yes, he'd suppose he watched too many movies.

right in front of you were none other but the pack of greasers leaning on bleachers with their thumbs flipped over of their pockets while their other four digits tucked into their skinny jeans. one individual, in particular with their back turned from you had a long hand pressed on the wall that a shorter girl leaned against. the familiar curls of his brunette hair were hard to discard from your memory, so much so that you hesitated to step any closer.

if it weren't for taehyun's quick tap of yeonjun's shoulder, the male would've never turned his head to notice your presence. at first, his foxy eyes were pried in surprise before they relaxed and a cocky smirk replaced his ajar mouth, "i knew you'd be back for more, cherry," he cooed and unhooked his hand from the wall pressed beside his female companion and stood up straight, smug look unwavering.

soobin left your side and travelled up the bleachers to meet his clique, long legs used to skip past two bleachers at a time. he exchanged a hand shake with yeonjun briefly, tugging in the male and dabbing his shoulder before pulling away and settling on the cold spot beside beomgyu. now, only you resided alone as a group of five looked down at you like a feeble insect.

"back for more? more of what?" you spat with raised eyebrows, almost holding back a fake laugh at his outpour if confidence like the night between you two had gone well.

"why, don't act coy. i know you miss me," yeonjun tutted while digging his hands into his pockets, shoulders relaxing as your expression crumbled in agony.

"oh get bent, choi. i'm not here to relive the terrors of friday night," you answered in determination, hands fisting the heavy blazer over your shoulder's you'd almost forgotten soobin left on you. the four other men murmured between each other, one of them patting yeonjun on the shoulder and causing him to stumble forwards slightly.

his calloused hand brushed off the previous spot the hand had touched him and he glared towards the boy in annoyance, "well then, clue me," yeonjun responded while his legs began to extend forward and step down each bleacher seat with a hop in his steps.

you inhaled sharply, watching as yeonjun proceeded to step unwarrantedly close to you with the tip of his shoes nearly budding into yours, "your turf's being threatened by those... stray animals from the next town over, y'know those ones?" you answered with a hesitation as you described the male group in question. yeonjun's lips pouted, an eyebrow crossing in confusion from your unreliable outpour.

"name 'em. i don't know who they are," he demanded while turning his head left so his ear protruded towards you closest. your teeth grit in irritation at his actions potentially mocking you and the sliver of power your position gave away. a girl, left alone in a school full of random people, in front of her sworn enemy.

"felix, hyunjin, chan, those lookers," your eyes decimated off to the side as you recalled a few of their aliases. the boy in front of you rubbed his chin in thought, still missing a few details.

"yeah, them freamers," yeonjun parroted before throwing his head back to repeat the message to his lackeys up on the bleachers. a couple of their faces screwed, a little complacent with their cooperation. you bit down on the insides of your mouth, kneading the soft flesh as a way to pass time as no straight answer was given from the other party.

"listen, uh, we lost star racer to them and since riki struck at them first, they wanna rumble with us," your anecdote retained uncertainty yet you wanted to persevere confidently.

two front teeth bit down on the right side of the boy's bottom lip, biting back an unconvinced smile, "that ankle-biter ought to have at it. well, what exactly would we get out of it?" yeonjun asked with a deliberate whining tone towards the end of his sentence.

"you kiddin'? we're stuck in the mud for your turf and you want something out of it?" you scoffed with narrowed eyes.

"do you's really need us?" his hands outstretched in front of him as his shoulders shrugged, faking unconvinced, "sounds like we should just let em' bash ya' and clean up the mess after."

your eyebrows creased for a split second, eyes strictly trained on your counterpart's imposing face, "your turf won't be lost, you get a good swing on those douchebags and..." your volume lowered while thinking of your next proposition. until yeonjun finished your suggestions for you.

"—how 'bout a proper date. a good one that might end with something else gettin' damp, i'd rather," his condescending voice stifled a laugh at his dirty innuendo. the pack on the bleachers seemed to mirror his reaction, yet they were encouraging.

"another fake out?" your face screwed while weighing the odds. did you really need these guys as backup? the chances of succeeding did increase if they were to defend their own turf. for pete's sake, was defending their own side of the town mean nothing if they didn't get a piece of you out of it? you knew bets never ended well, you knew very well.

but there was an undiscovered surge of eagerness that anticipated you.

yeonjun's head lifted and lowered slowly, nodding for you to continue. your tart fingers bore creases in the oversized jacket slung over your shoulders as you finally responded, "no. see, i don't usually settle for sloppy seconds," you replied while your eyes peered behind his broad shoulder. specifically at the girl leaning against the brick wall with her arms crossed, burning holes into your frame by her stare.

the male whipped his around for a split second before turning back to you with a hand plastered on the back of his warm neck, "that broad's jus'ta rebound. we get comfy, don't we?" he attempted to convince yet this time with a softer voice, most likely lowered so the men behind him couldn't hear his pompous attempt to sway you.

"i am anything but comfy 'round you. y'know, its fine. we should just back outta this rumble and allow them to take your turf. you've already won, haven't you?" your eyes scaled upwards to the ceiling, checking off an imaginary list in your head, "you've got heeseung's car, you've got star racer, you've got my friends leaving one after another," an uninterested frown grew on your face as your hands outspread outwards in pretend surrender, "i don't see why we should hold onto our pride if someone's already fucked us over, really."

yeonjun's eyebrows raised while he listened to your lost hope, quite unsure of how to appear. his eyes travelled from your long skirt, to your tucked in blouse and even to the stilled palms on display, "so you finally wanna admit we're better than you's?"

"sure, choi," you replied unenthusiastically.

he swiped his tongue on his bottom lip in thought, knowing there were only two ways your encounter could go, "you pushin' the right buttons if thats your goal. but, what do y'mean your goons are leaving one after another?"

his question brought your eyebrows to skyrocket that he was even concerned with the status of your group. one of your palms pressed against your wrist, rubbing it uncomfortably as if there were a stain lingering against it, "...yea. heeseung's gone, jay's on a vacay, sunoo's dropped out. i know you don't care but i guess that's why we need your clique," your voice softened as you opened up to the boy for the first time.

yeonjun's head rotated around to face his group to view if they heard the same thing and there was a sinister smile plastered to his face as he faced you once again, "was wonderin' why i hadn't heard of lee in a while. i'd say too bad, but if that greaser was here you wouldn't be pleadin' to me."

the boy's apparition earned a tilt of your head, slightly confused by his wording, "you lay off. i wasn't pleading, just playing messenger," you argued back. suddenly you remembered the time frame you should have cohered to and flicked down to the boy's cuff of his jacket to see if he was wearing a watch, "what's the time?"

choi blinked a number of times before he brought his hand to run through his hair while bringing his wrist into view. he flicked his sleeve's cuff back while squinting his eyes, actually confining to your request without a fuss for the first time, "it's 1:20, dolly."

you mentally cursed while your feet paced back and forth for a second, only 10 minutes left of lunchtime and to be back at your side of town. there wasn't anymore time to talk so you grasped onto the oversized jacket around your shoulders before quickly spurting out, "it's tonight, same time and place as the races. if you don't show up, tell soobin to kiss his sweet jacket goodbye!" you skimmed through the details with a gleeful laugh leaving your lips.

ignoring the calls and requests behind you, you pivoted back towards the gymnasium doors and hurriedly shoved them apart to make way for your triumphant exit.

you had a clue that yeonjun's clique wouldn't back out of such a contest, especially after you had practically kissed their asses for participation. but regardless of how it occurred,

'snob high' was officially on your side.

the ruptured footsteps of heeseung's converses padded against the white floor of the gas station while his dark eyes analysed the shelving surrounding him. jay was leading him through the limited beauty section of the store, an anticipating smirk of mischief coating one side of his face to the other.

"tellin' ya, give it a chance," jay persuaded whilst one of his hands extended forward to pick up a box of hair dye, an extremely vibrant blue. the eldest boy's eyebrows furrowed, one side of his face hit by the cold toned lighting of the shop. his calloused hands dug into the blue coverall bottom pockets he retained in that's sleeves were still tied around his waist.

"freakin' blue? you tickle me, ha-ha-ha..." the pompous fake laughs excavated heeseung's lips like a robot, not swayed at all.

jay scoffed comically, pursing his lips together to puff the black tuffs of his fringe upwards and out of his eyes. the spikes lay flat back against his tan forehead while he returned the blue box dye and picked up a new one. this one having another vibrant colour and a hair model with the phoniest white smile hee had ever seen.

he slowly craned his head to heeseung who returned the dramatic head turn back before breaking out into an immediate head shake of refusal.

"it was me who picked y'up. do this as a reward to pay me back?" jay bargained with a low snicker.

heeseung didn't want to, of course. not with such a bizarre colour as that. if anything, he wanted to reach out and slam jay's idiotic face into the shelves and collapse every other hair dye box on display with him. but instead he sighed, eyes training on the front design as one of his hands slid down his chest and to a pocket of cash he'd tucked away.

"beat feet, 'fore i change my mind."

tonight was the night. the rumble. the dawning wind blew in your hair as sunghoon steered his roofless car in the direction of the race track. the breeze contorted your hair in all sorts of swiped arrays yet your face stayed stone-still. your eyebrows creased with a firm line shaping your lips. not even the loud roar of music from hoon's aux crossed your mind besides worry.

what if yeonjun and his squad were tellin' fibs just to get a rouse outta you. and if they did show up, theres no telling if all the other boy's would react kindly to their arrival either. you didn't exactly tell them your plan of inviting snob high affiliated other than jake.

it was the six of you, riki, jungwon, sunoo, sunghoon and jake all crammed inside sunghoon's five seater leading to riki being the one on the carpet flooring by your feet. he leaned his tall back against a car door, his neck hindered by the bottom cup holders on the door's inside.

he fought against it at first, of course, but sunghoon told him to suck it up or be left behind because he was clearly still in a bad mood from yesterday. you sat between jungwon and sunoo who were oddly silent while facing the nighttime scenery bleakly whipping past. the entire car ride was silent, all of you knowing the uprising tension to unfold moments ahead.

there it was. the loud bass of music coming from the dried dam's surface that the sloped concrete walls hid from eye view. sunghoon's dark eyes flicked to his rear view mirror for a split second before he veered forward on his pedal and down a slope to meet with the very source of sound. the enemies.

as the group of brute men unfolded in view as your ride came to a screeching halt that was overshadowed by the loud cooing and hoots of bangchan's clique.

"lookie 'ere!" one of their brash voices called out, earning a curdle of your nose in return.

your vision focused on felix who was leaning against the bright blue automobile with a cigarette between two fingers, only snapping out of your unintentional selected vision by the aggravated slams of car doors.

"c'mon y/n, hop out so i can get out too," riki ushered, the first time he'd spoken from the entire car ride. one of his hands placed itself on the driver seat's head, nails digging into the beige leather. you bit down on your bottom lip, clicking open the car door on your left and hopping out of the automobile.

riki followed suit, not leaving through the car door but instead manoeuvring himself in the air and jumping over the other closed side. everyone was already standing around hoon's car, glaring off the mugs across from them.

the tall blonde stood inches from sunghoon who was the closest to the 'stray boys'. clearly he wanted to display no fret the other side exuded since it was basically his fault this rumble was occurring in the first place. jeongin could tell immediately and silently stepped forward as well, his braces shining as his lips parted.

"if it isn't rik-dog, the candy ass," the brunette of the other side taunted, eyes shooting straight to riki who clenched his teeth immediately at the name call.

"and cookin', ain't i? train-tracks," riki ridiculed back, earning a quiet coo from sunoo who couldn't contain his satire encouragement and resulted in an elbow in his ribs by jungwon who knew it wasn't the time for such antics. your white sneakers tapped against the pavement as you situated yourself beside jake who was positioned behind the gap sunghoon and riki had between them.

definition:'cook' or 'cookin''. > doing it/well.

jeongin sputtered, brown eyes glancing towards your appearing figure instead. his gaze flicked up and down your frame before turning back at riki, "i see your classy chassis can still only clothe in her mother's clothes. she ain't been popped yet by you's, has she?" his uncalled insult targeted at you instantly drew a frown on riki's face.

his sick innuendo mixed with the unnecessary comment at your clad attire brought irritation in your veins. but honestly, you had only worn long skirts and blouses since heeseung went missing as well as refusing to be flag girl at race events simply because you weren't comfortable anymore. yet before he could respond, you did, "if we talking mother's i'd assume the only thing popped is your mother loaded before she had you."

definition:'loaded'. > drunk.

jeongin's braces disappeared after that, hiding behind a dropped smile as his lips curved downwards in an outraged pause. jake's giggle rumbled from his throat, unable to stifle it in time and attracted everyone's attention.

"something real funny, huh, sim?" one of the boy's you wouldn't be able to recognise questioned and jake lifted a hand to quickly cover his unserious smile that had arose.

"you lay off now. how 'bout we stop throwing insults and get started in the race," jake began while his hand collapsed from his face and revealed his still toothy smile.

"get on with it," hyunjin gruffly hasted and suddenly began to walk around to the driver's seat of the blue car.

"finally, some fuckin' action," sunghoon boldly responded in the second hyunjin entered his vehicle, mirroring his actions whilst everyone around the car migrated off the side.

"countdown!" one of the slack hooligan's hooted as a countdown of three began. your head was buzzing. events were happening too quickly and yeonjun hadn't even arrived yet. you didn't want him. you just needed him. eyes screwing shut, all you could do was pray for a moment that god was on your side.

but the roaring of engines filled your ears instead.

perhaps things could never go according to plan. you were already quite familiar with that concept. as your eyes pried open as the chatter in the air heightened, you didn't meet with the rear of sunghoon's car. his vehicle was still in place, along with hyunjin's.

it wasn't their revving cars taking off. your brows lifted gently at the realisation it was heeseung's car. except, he wasn't in it, of course. it was yeonjun. the chestnut haired male attracted the attention of everyone, his face contorting into a smug grin.

"what the hell are they doing here...?" you heard jungwon whisper beneath his breath while watching the boy in question kick open his car door. yeonjun's dark derby's trod out from his vehicle while his hands swiped against one another-almost as if he were wiping dust from them.

"well, ain't this a lumpy time to make the scene," familiar foxy eyes danced across the array of people in front of him, all standing in an imperfect line behind the two cars anticipating a race.

definition:'lumpy'. > mediocre.

definition: 'make the scene'. > attend an event/activity.

there was an uproar of confusion and questions creating scores in the air, people from you and bangchan's clique all turning to one another. your white soles collided with the pavement as you stepped forward, "didn't haul ass to get here, did you's?" a stifled laugh erupted in your throat while you eyed the group of five standing around choi's car.

"be grateful we's even showed up, cherry," yeonjun replied with a lower in his tone yet his grin retained on his face. you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, placing them back on the group beside yours.

"is this every freamer you've kissed together, y/n?" one of the oppositions mocked, a reaction of laughter leeching off of his words. you frowned, hands balling into fists as you stared the boy down.

"y'keepin' count of the amount of boys being kissed wouldn'tya, han?" yeonjun butt in, the sound of a lighter flicking coming from his direction. oddly enough, the boys standing near you stifled laughs at yeonjun's remark. sunghoon's silver hair resembled the moonlight as he whipped his behind around to face us, his dark browns stern.

"explain what these germs are doin' here?" he rasped out, his neck in an uncomfortable twist from his position. jake's head immediately turned to you as you ushered out a curse at the oblivious male's action.

soobin's eyes trained on you with a squint, one side of his lips lifting into an intrigued smile. an uneasy lump in your throat swallowed down, "i invited them. like you said, we were outnumbered," you explained to the puzzled boy.

"yeah well, what'll ya do?" sunghoon raised another question, taking his smoke from his pink lips and tapping it on the edge of his car door, ashes falling to the ground by the gentle force, "i sure don't see any bottles of car oil in y'boot."

the obvious jab towards the oppositions group's wrongdoings towards heeseung altercated the tension in the air. yeonjun extended a leg forward, head cocking towards the side in amusement as he stepped towards sunghoon's idle position.

"you wanna find out, park?" the brunette rhetorically asked, approaching the right door of sunghoon's ride.

"bite-me," sunghoon grit through the fangs of his teeth, lifting his cigarette between two flexed fingers. then, he flicked the lit stick right between yeonjun's eyes, causing the male to abruptly duck forward and grab him by the collar with screwed eyes.

jake and riki were already jumping forward to engage in whatever hand's on experience they could get. soobin, beomgyu, hueningkai and taehyun followed suit, getting into an unnecessary scuffle.

you wanted to face palm at the failure to cooperate between both sides that were originally supposed to bind together.

"we're not supposed to fight you duds, we're on the same side! gods sake, they're like animals," sunoo attempted to persuade, his yells falling flat along with both his palms that he placed on both sides of his mouth.

one of your ears filled with howls of laughter from the sleazy guys you were originally supposed to fight. bangchan was hunched over, slapping his knee while jeongin was pointing and laughing. along with a scrunch in hyunjin's face from the embarrassing display.

you wished jay were here right now. if it were him, he wouldn't let some petty distraction disrupt the goal at hand. you knew that no matter who won between sunghoon and yeonjun, the hooligans would just clean up afterwards and win the turf.

"sunoo, you actually got those salt shakers?" you asked, turning towards the frantic boy with no fret on your face.

he gasped like he had memorised an answer for a test as he reached into one of his jeans pocket's and pulled out a small glass salt shaker, just like he said he would. you licked one corner of your mouth as a lightbulb lit in your mind, "watch this."

you ran towards sunghoon's side of his car and bent down behind the cover of the vehicle. from within you could see sunghoon's toned arm tightly head-locking yeonjun as the said make grunted and tapped his biceps in any way to be loosened. riki had hueningkai's converses roughly planted on the side of his face and jake was letting out girlish squeals from beomgyu and taehyun grasping onto his white shirt to lift him over the bumper of the car.

the most atrocious scuffle you'd seen. but instead of focusing so much on the circus act in front of you, you poured your attention onto your wrist bent at a 90° angle. you were aiming the salt shaker towards bangchan's group and you needed just enough power to throw it over the vehicle beside you.

luckily, salt shakers aren't relatively heavy. with a singular motion, the glass ornament went flying into the air and crashed into jeongin's eyes. the sudden collision staggered the young boy and his feet once keeping his balance toppled one over the other.

the brown haired boy fell backwards onto his tailbone, hands cupping around his eyelids and he let out a groan of pain. you heard a loud cascade of sinister laughter from the group of boys gang fighting in sunghoon's car. it was obviously riki getting the biggest kick outta jeongin being victim to throw.

"haha! was that you sunoo hyung?!" riki laughed abnormally with a wide smile, hands gripping onto the converse sole roughly kicking against him. with his stubborn hold, he bent the shoes back towards hueningkai who groaned at the agonising stretch, "good throw!"

hearing riki's loud banter, jeongin wiped his eyes with the back of his forearm, immediately targeting sunoo across from him, "you askin' for it, fucker," the youngest cursed with a sudden shift of gravity as he stood up and bolted towards sunoo's oblivious self. changbin, han, and a few others followed suit.

your friend squeaked out at the scare, stepping backwards and beginning to run the opposite direction from the newborn crowd, "you just had to say somethin' riki!"

although your plan had sort of backfired, it sparked the interest of jungwon who was standing behind you with his fingers buried tightly in his locks. he had just observed your impressive throw of precision, yet he was still debating on how to include himself in the rumble. his blue coveralls hang loosely around his fit frame, his head turning towards sunoo's quickly paced frame running across the width of the race track.

it wasn't like jungwon offered to fight in rumbles often. he rather be in jay's garage, tweaking any automobile he could get his hands on. with such brute handy work, you'd assume he would pack a somewhat hard punch, kick, or something like that.

"jungwon-if y'don't do somethin' i'll-" sunghoon grunted while scampering his torso up with one of his feet extending himself high on his car seat. using the newfound angle, he slammed one side of yeonjun's head into his steering wheel and sounded an ear-piercing beep of his car.

a few of yeonjun's lackeys who were beating up jake and riki loosened their hold on them to cover their ears at the sudden crack of sound. jungwon's dark round eyes shifted to your crouched position next to sunghoon's car door and bit down on his lip in uncertainty.

just as you were open your lips to say something, a bright flash behind you distracted your train of thought. everyone's heads collectively fwipped around like there was a magnet placed behind an external magnetic field. a flat hand placed itself against your brow bones in hopes to shield your poor eyes from the bright gleam.

the high-beams of the car switched off.

"that couldn't be..."

your eyelids immediately raised at the appearance of jay park behind the steering wheel, "you think a rumble s'gonna happen without me?!" the familiar boy roared over the loud engines of his car. beside him was a figure with reddish-pink tuffs belonging to someone with a flashy smile. you didn't recognise him at first. hell, you wouldn't believe anyone could with the new colour he was sporting.

it was heeseung.

"jay-heeseung!" the masculine voices near you loudly exclaimed in an imperfect harmony. you sputtered on your own breath while watching as jay diagonally parked in front of sunghoon. his ridiculous sunglasses rested atop of his nose bridge as he exited the car, not even waiting another beat before getting his claws onto yeonjun.

"y'gonna miss this," jay laughed out, rough hands digging into yeonjun's shoulders as he dragged the unsuspecting male out of sunghoon's reach. yeonjun landed onto the course pavement, grunting out with a sore cheek from the brutal number sunghoon did on him.

"those shades look ridiculous," were the first words sunghoon exchanged with the make he hadn't seen for a couple of nights. the reunited duo clasped hands, pulling each other into a half handhake-half embrace position.

your pupils dilated, ears cancelling the noise of your surroundings as you watched heeseung leave the car next. his pink hairdo highlighted him in the moonlight and it only made it harder for your eyes to peel off of him.

he wasn't drenched in car oil, or sums of feet away from you on the race track. he was right there. he was wearing his beloved race jacket and navy jeans thats pocket's occupied his thumbs. his remaining fingers rested on his thighs as he skimmed the scenery. seeing him after countless weeks didn't feel real. but another daydream.

"do-something!" sunoo's heightened scream broke your tunnel vision of lee. he ran right towards jay and sunghoon, on the path past jay before the taller man simply reached a finger out to hook onto the back of sunoo's collar. the forceful halt of his marathon had jeongin and the other couple of boys suddenly freeze in confusion of where sunoo had vanished to.

jeongin huffed with a puffed chest rising and falling like a hyperventilation bag, a mean look on his fatigued face.

"and you's would be?" jay questioned, unhooking his finger from sunoo's collar in which the boy collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion. jeongin balled his fists staring off jay, never having met him before.

"put a lid on it. y'wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night," jeongin responded with a foul tongue. jay raised an eyebrow, mouth pursing as a smoulder crept onto his face whilst he pushed his sunglasses upwards smugly.

the display of mock confidence was less than appetising, to say the least, "ts' a handicap for you goons. y'gonna need it," jay remarked, his beady eyes analysing the crowd and positions of everyone surrounding. jake, taehyun, beomgyu, hueningkai, riki, sunghoon and even yeonjun had paused their actions, curious to watch what the exchange of banter would entail in the centre of the floor.

"rattle your cage, y'not that important," jeongin spat, turning back to the numbers behind him to whisper something. bangchan, felix and hyunjin were the only three not engaging in the festivities but the appearance of heeseung and jay ushered them towards the centre with everyone else in curiosity.

"well ain't this a kick! thats lee, but with pink hair, ey!" felix's deep voice announced as if heeseung wasn't standing there for minutes already.

"either i get my revenge on your crew for what y'did to lee over there, or you get up and take down these mobs here," jay briskly offered towards yeonjun, extending a hand towards the chestnut haired boy. yeonju had a hand holding his stomach, wheezing out at the collision his back suffered against the concrete ground.

yet, he returned the gesture. he'd know exactly where a battle with jay would end up, and he didn't exactly appreciate the steaming smoke of a cigarette fry his eyeballs again. jay grinned with one side of his mouth as yeonjun beckoned something towards the rest of his group, causing them to release jake and riki from their thresholds.

you were unsure of how to react. on one hand you wanted to run to heeseung, vent to him how much you were dying to see him, see a sliver of his presence to calm the storm in your heart. on the other hand, you wanted to avoid him out of all possible chances he loathed your being for what you did.

his head gradually turned towards you, doe eyes following suit as he noticed your hiding figure. as someone called out his name, he straightened his posture and held out a hand while curling his fingers for a split second to gesture you to follow. your shoulders stiffened as your breath hitched for a split second, hesitantly raising in your stature.

you quickly jogged to heeseung as he held out his forearm, your waist being the perfect place to rest it as he walked with you towards the others. there was no 'hello', no 'how are you?', not even a 'where were you?'. you simply craned your head upwards to lock eyes and admit,

"i missed you so much, hot stuff."

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en-yuri · 4 months

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ᝰ.ᐟ EN-YURI MASTERLIST! The semi organized vers

SERIES! (LENGTHY MULTIPART PIECES)

i. KIM YURI! (8TH FEMALE ENHYPEN MEMBER)

𖦹˚.★ YURI (유리) is a factional Korean member of co-ed group ENHYPEN and former member of AMI. They officially debuted on November 30th, 2020 with the song “Given-Taken”.

KIM YURI! RELATIONSHIP W/ MEMBERS

ii. UNDER! (STREET RACER ENHA AU)

𖦹˚.★ Minyoung Choi doesn’t understand how she got herself into such a predicament. She was only supposed to stay under for a couple months. Now she’s become entangled with infamous ENHYPEN.

TEASER

ONE-SHOTS! (RANDOM XREADER)

𖦹˚.★ Just Random Imagines written into words to create fluffy interactions with Enhypen (Send Requests I’ll try to write them!)

1. Jungwon

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

2. Heeseung

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

3. Jay

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

4. Jake

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

5. Sunghoon

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

6. Sunoo

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

7. Niki

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #nishimura riki #jungwon #heeseung #jay enhypen #enhypen jake #sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen reactions #enhypen added member

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theresawtf · 1 month

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‿̩͙⸊ˎ‿̩̩̥͙̽ˊ⸊ˎ ̩̥̩ masterlist ̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽ ‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

check rules first

fics

enhypen -not including sunoo and niki

jungwon

heeseung

self care- coming soon

jay

jake

brothers bestfriend- jakeypoo

sunghoon

camera drabble- part one | part two

vampire hoon- coming soon

txt

soobin

yandere soobean

yeonjun

beomgyu

taehyun

hueningkai

beach day drabble- part one

street racer au- coming soon

drabbles legal line

high with enha

high with txt

a/n: will update when more is added

͏ᵕ‿‿ᵕ͏ ͏ ͏likes and reblogs are much appreciated

#enhypen masterlist #masterlist #theresawtf masterlist #theresawtf thoughts #theresawtf drabbles #drabbles #enhypen fics

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vernon-s-whore · 2 years

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＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚Masterlist˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

✅-Completed ❔- Ongoing

Multichapter fics (on AO3)

»❔Star Crossed-TXT »✅Artiste- Seventeen Mingyu x Fem!Reader x Vernon »❔Till Forever Falls Apart- Kim Taehyung x Original Male Character »❔Hiraeth- Enhypen »✅Nun Scio Quid Sit Amor- Seventeen Hoshi x Fem!Reader »✅Silent Night- BTS Mafia Au (Suga X Original Female Character)

Key 🍷-smut 🍡-fluff ⛔-angst ⚠️-gore+trigger warnings

Seventeen

Oneshots

Cockwarming 🍷 Boss!Kim Mingyu x Employee!Reader (fem)

My Side of the Bed🍡 Minghao x Gn!Reader (College AU)

Seventeen MTL- preference in oral 🍷

The Horangification of Us🍡 Hoshi x reader

Drabbles/ Timestamps/ And Other Depraved stuff

Things Seventeen does in a relationship (Joshua Mingyu Vernon) 🍷

Things Seventeen do in bed/relationship (Hoshi Wonwoo Minghao) 🍷

Joshua and his pretty boyfie 🍷

Joshua and his pretty boyfie but darker 🍷

Mingyu (+Namjoon) as soft doms/service tops 🍷

Seventeen Hard Hours #1 -Jeonghan and Shibari 🍷

Jeonghan and Shibari (Continued)🍷

Street racer!Wonwoo

[00:13] The yearning to see a handsome stranger at night who isn't a creep (Joshua)

[23:39] Joshua drabble

Txt

Oneshots/Series

The Best Friend Chronicles- pt 1 🍡🍷, pt 2 🍡🍷 pt 3 🍡🍷 Best Friend!Hueningkai x fem!Reader

Remote Control- pt 1 🍷 Idol!Soobin x Employee!fem!Reader

Drabbles/ Timestamps/ And Other Depraved stuff

Perv!Yeonjun drabble 🍷

[16:42] Period fluff with soobin🍡

Soobin and the lactation kink 🍷

{00:57} Soobin fluff 🍡

Headcanons about Soobin in bed🍷🍡

MTL TxT with a pregnancy kink🍷

MTL vocal in bed🍷

BTS

Oneshots/Series

Trigger warning on this one Till Forever Falls Apart- Masterlist ⚠️⛔ Kim Taehyung x Male!OC (College AU)

Drabbles/ Timestamps/ And Other Depraved stuff

Namjoon(+Mingyu) as Service top/soft dom 🍷

Enhypen

Oneshots

Just Words 🍷🍡 nerd!Jake x bag girl!reader

Stray Kids

Drabbles/ Timestamps/ And Other Depraved stuff

1:53 a.m. (Jisung x reader)🍡⛔

Ateez

Drabbles/ Timestamps/ And Other Depraved stuff

MTL 3 scenarios (fluff, smut and slightly wilder smut)

#kpop smut #svt smut #txt smut #kpop imagines #bts smut #seventeen smut #kpop masterlist #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #taehyung smut #minghao fluff #mingyu smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #hueningkai smut #kpop angst #stray kids angst #bts angst

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rikihasthebestsmile · 2 years

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Follow The Music

130 followers event!

Now playing…

What does this event consist of?

It's pretty simple, I'm going to write one-shots x reader (on request and not) about Enhypen/ Stray Kids members based on songs (k-pop and not).

Can I make a request?

Anyone can! Someone can send a double requests.

How do I make a request?

Just send an ask (anonymously or not, as you prefer!), you only need to specify this things.

Who do you want it on (Enhypen or Stray Kids);

The songs you want it to be based on;

The genre (Angst, fluff, angst with a fluff ending or the other way around);

Additions tags (enemies to lovers, friends to lovers and things like this);

The reader gender (I've only written for female reader before but I can try gender neutral or male reader!);

Anything you want regarding the reader;

If you want an AU or not (like college AU, Idol AU etc...view other point for AU list). If you don't specify the AU I will decide it.

[Please read the point where I explain what I'm uncomfortable writing before making a request].

AUs List

College AU;

Idol AU (specify if the reader is an idol or not!);

Single parent AU (specify who is the single parent);

High School AU (for Enhypen minors especially);

Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU;

Royal AU;

Sport AU (specify the sport);

Model AU;

Percy Jackson/Demigods AU;

Avengers/Superpowers AU;

Soulmate AU (tattoo, red string etc.. specify if you want);

Fantasy AU;

Police AU;

Street racers AU;

Fighter AU;

Firefighter AU;

if you want other AUs let me know.

Things I'm not comfortable writing about

NSFW (I can write spicy and skip to the morning after but not total smut);

Minor/Adult relationships.

Asks

You can send asks till this event is open without limits, I accept emoji anons if you want to! You can specify everything you want about the reader, I want my stories to be as inclusive as possibile...As I said specify as much as you want, or don't I just need a member and a song, do as you prefer! <3

Now,,, OH MY GOD??? 130 FOLLOWERS?!?!? Thank you so much, really, it means a lot to me…I hope you like this event! <3

Permanent taglist: @kailoveskpopstuff @aishidaishi @lumineeee @toshijimafarms @mynameisnotlaura @soobin-chois @meowmeowisdaname @vampcharxter @inlovewithallmusic

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strzlun · 7 months

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CONTROL

// lee heeseung //

pairing: street racer!heeseung x best friend’s sister!femreader

word count- 4.8k

genre/cws- fluff, angst, forbidden love(?), 1 year age difference, kissing, confessions, slow burn(ish), realization, driving, heeseung is protective, party settings, heeseung is so madly in love, heeseung is terrible at feelings

summary- Heeseung lost control of his feelings for his best friend’s sister

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Being a street racer was seemingly one of the enjoyable ways for Heeseung to spend his time. He was proclaimed to be cold to everyone, never speaking unless spoken to.

But that always switched when he was around his best friend and you. He mainly enjoyed your company the most instead of your brother but that was something he wouldn’t admit out loud.

After all you were his best friend’s younger sister.

So how can he just admit that so openly without opening the closed door he has bolted locked for years.

Your smiles always seemed to have an affect on Heeseung that he didn’t quite like. It always made his heart flutter against his chest, made him want to be the sole reason before them.

His mind ran a millions thoughts only based of a glimpse of your smile he had spotted in the corner of his eye.

But he could tell in the ways your eyes look at him that you didn’t feel the same way. Whenever he smiled, your gaze would linger for a second longer and that would be it before turning your gaze away.

It wasn’t something he held against you or himself, why would he? He was simply your brother’s best friend and that’s all you would view him, he’s accepted it.

Hence, why he bolted shut the door of the unsaid growing feelings for you deep in his mind, that he thought it would seize to exist.

Heeseung’s plan failed miserably because no matter how hard he tried, you lingered in his head, day and night. He tried everything but nothing worked, you were just more powerful than anything he’s ever encounter.

So when he was introduced to street racing, he thought it wouldn’t take his mind off you but he still decided for try. And for Heeseung it was a great decision, it was an adrenaline rush he’d never felt for.

He soon changed from the reserved quiet person he once used to be and was introduced to a different side of him that he never thought could exist.

He became more open, friendly, social. Heeseung was able to experience and express emotions he never showed to anyone else.

The more he got into street racing, the more his mind became focused onto it seeming to forget everything around him.

Well almost everything, you and your brother were still on Heeseung’s mind (you more than anything). But he tried to make it seem like he became too focused onto street racing that he seemed to spend less time with you but not your brother.

You remember he no longer paid attention to you, seeming to only acknowledge you whenever your brother pointed you out.

Obviously, you took notice to the sudden change from him. You tried to think of the perfect way to address it to him but in your gut the timing wasn’t right, well at least just yet.

So when your brother said he had to step out for a moment having you and Heeseung staying behind to finish the movie. You dismissed it as nothing while Heeseung was practically sweating bullets having to stay just a few moments with you.

Once your brother was gone, neither of you spoke. You could feel the shake coming from Heeseung and you were worried, he was never like this before.

Heeseung on the other hand knew if he had to stay a moment longer, he was afraid he would implode into an abyss. It was nothing against you personally but rather, he was trying to maintain his feelings at bay.

Yet, to you it seemed that a switched in your brain flipped off because you were quick to question Heeseung on the strange behavior you picked up on.

You’ve known Heeseung practically of years because of your brother, it didn’t bother you having to go up to him.

“Heeseung how come you’ve been ignoring me?” The way Heeseung had the air get caught in his throat made him cough loudly

He patted his chest lightly trying to get the air he lost for a moment back into his lungs. He looked at you and the way his eyes were screaming at you made you think there was something more.

You were right, Heeseung’s heart and mind was practically screaming at him to confess everything to you but he didn’t of course.

“Ignoring you? What” Heeseung awkwardly laughing changing his gaze from you onto the TV that never stopped playing the movie

There was a silence for a moment, he could feel his your gaze on him and he could feel himself melting and you hadn’t even done anything.

He was weak for you.

“Sorry must have misread it” You muttered and got up from the couch, he froze for a moment watching you and he could see you walking away

Not a moment later, you were out the house with not a single word spoke to him. He wanted to stop to you but he remained planted on the couch, simply waiting for your brother’s return.

When his best friend did return, he took notice of your absence and questioned Heeseung who shrugged his shoulders. Your brother brushed it off, thinking you must have had something while Heeseung was controlling every inch of his body to not go off looking for you.

You didn’t realize the hold you had on Heeseung and he was trying everything in his control to keep it to a minimum. He couldn’t risk the possibility of losing you in his life for what he assumed to be stupid feelings.

“Remind me again why we’re out here?” You questioned your brother as you lightly shivered because of the cold, you were told you would be hanging out with your brother

You didn’t expect to be dragged to the middle of nowhere with other people cheering left and right in your ears.

“It’s a surprise” The moment the loud engine filled your ear, you knew exactly where you were

You remember the details Heeseung described to you when the two of you used to talk nearly every day (which was now to mere head nods as greetings).

The way the roars from the engines fired something in you, as the sudden change in the environment shifted to pure excitement.

Everyone screamed as a car pulled up and when the person walked out, you feel all the air get knocked out of you. You could hear your brother cheering and clapping his hands proudly for his best friend.

Heeseung smile widely as he stepped out, well receiving the crowds cheers for him. He scanned the crowd to look for his best friend but you stood out like a sore thumb to him.

His smile fell the moment he saw your face. It’s been a while since the whole situation happened between the two of you last spoke to each other, so there was tension.

Heeseung’s eyes never seemed to leave yours even though he was being dragged away. Your gaze remained in each other until his head was practically ripped from your direction.

Your brother took notice and questioned but he knew that you and Heeseung seemed to have been going through something so he didn’t dare to intervene. You were trying to wrap your head around the fact that Lee Heeseung, your brother’s best friend was now a street racer.

That was something you never expected.

While Heeseung couldn’t even focus on the words being told to him. He aimlessly nodded his head not knowing what he was agreeing to. He tried to get rid of your face from his mind but you were burned into his mind.

He thought he was getting over you, but just by seeing you again he felt the rush of emotions wash over him. He wondered why his best friend brought you after all this time, Heeseung was doing “fine” without you.

You watched in anticipation as Heeseung prepared for his race, normally he would be chit chatting with your brother but instead it could be visibly noticed that he was distressed.

Some people tried to approach him but he brushed them off only to slowly revert back to his old habits before he got into street racing. Keeping to himself, only feeling comfortable with his best friend and you, his best friend’s sister.

Your eyes never left Heeseung as you saw him pacing around and laying his arms against his car. You’ve seen this side of him multiple times and normally you would go up to him to help ease it but now you couldn’t.

Your brother took notice of his best friend’s action and he was confused. He had never Heeseung act this way especially before a race.

Your brother excused himself, leaving you behind as you watched him approach Heeseung who hesitantly looked up when hearing your brother’s voice.

Heeseung’s gaze immediately went behind your brother to look for you, only to find you in the same spot you were last time. He noticed the ever so slight shiver you let out when a wind blew by.

His arms itches to rip off his jacket and give it to you, but your brother brought him back from his gaze and that’s when Heeseung looked away from you.

You grumbled before focusing your attention to your surrounding, cursing your brother for even dragging you out to this.

What you didn’t realize was the person who was now next to you. When you noticed, the person had already began talking to you.

“Are you new here?” You looked and the person had a nice smile on his face, you gave a mindful smile and nodding your head not wanting to instigate the conversation anymore

Before the person could even mutter a single word to possibly continue the situation, Heeseung had already appeared in front of you. You let out a yelp when you saw him in front of you, while he shifting his gaze onto the person next to you.

The person immediately took the hint and left. You could see Heeseung glaring at the person before shifting his gaze onto you.

Once Heeseung saw you again, up close after all this time of trying his best to ignore you, he felt everything go back into vain. The way you looked at him, surprised to even see him approach made him weak in the knees and so close to just confess everything to you.

But he had his control. He wasn’t going to confess to his best friend’s sister.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung’s worried filled voiced asked you before softening his gaze, you felt an unfamiliar thump against your chest but you brushed it aside as excitement of you and Heeseung finally acknowledging each other after so long

When Heeseung and your brother were talking, Heeseung kept his gaze on you the entire time and when he saw you were being approached he didn’t think twice to leave his best friend to make his way over towards you.

You took a while to respond but nevertheless you nodded your head and you could see the relief wash over Heeseung and almost as if it hit him in that moment that he realized what he had done.

He cleared his throat and straighten out his posture before looking at you with a tight smile. You noticed the change and you were sadden that the moment was cut so short.

“Sorry, I just know how it can get. Can’t have my best friend’s sister in that situation” The moment you heard the mention of you only being his best friend’s sister it was like ice cold water being splashed onto you

You dryly chuckled before nodding your head. You moved your gaze away and ignore his existence, if he could do that, you were going to do the same.

Heeseung immediately cursed at himself the moment those words left his mouth. That wasn’t the case at all, it wasn’t because you were his best friend’s sister but rather because you were the girl he loves.

Oh how badly Heeseung screwed up now.

Heeseung stepped foot into his car when it was his time to race and cheers for him were probably the loudest there. Even though he has only been in this area for a few months, he was already respected as one of the fastest and best street racer in the area.

But in that moment he felt like he lost his place and he was just aimlessly existing. Every time he tried to catch your eye, you looked away and he swore he could feel his heart break each time.

His foot was on the gas pedal, he kept pressing his foot onto it as he adjusted all of his mirrors. And just as he was adjusting the center mirror he caught a glimpse of you looking at his car.

It was almost as if you knew he was looking at you because you gave a tight smile, keeping your gaze still on his car.

He knows he must have been in his mind and delusions but there was a spark of hope in his heart. He tightly gripped the steering wheel and once the countdown reached zero he was gone before his opponent could even realize.

The loud cheers and engines roared in your ears as Heeseung booked it down and you found yourself memorized. Your brother chuckled softly at your reaction, he knew you were going to be caught up in it.

It was Heeseung after all. Your brother wasn’t oblivious to the obvious admiration you had for his best friend.

However, he was oblivious the fact that the assumed “platonic” admiration you had for Heeseung would soon bleed into the abyss of feelings.

When Heeseung won the race by a landslide, not only did he set a personal record that not only surprised him but everyone else.

As the crowd cheered for Heeseung as he parked his car and stepped out, his eyes grazed the crowd and once they zeroed on you and his best friend, he finally let out the smile he was building up.

Seeing Heeseung’s smile directed to you sent you into a frenzy you weren’t sure was about. But what you did know was that it made you feel giddy inside and it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling.

You cleared your throat and kept your claps to a minimum but that didn’t matter to him. He knew he was messing up big time just by not confessing his feelings for you but he knew loosing you would be worse than suppressing his “unrequited” feelings for you.

So if he had to bury his feelings for you, he would do it with no hesitation if it meant that he could have you in his life. Yet, here he was blurring the lines not only for himself but for you as well.

Partying wasn’t Heeseung thing regardless of where he was or how he was feeling. So imagine his surprise when he was the center of attention at a party to celebrate his personal record.

Everyone was congratulating him left and right and most of the people he had never seen before. He was grateful but he still was trying to wrap his head around it.

As he tried to move through the crowd of people, he managed to escape upstairs whilst still being congratulated by people. When he went upstairs he didn’t expect to stumble upon you.

You seemed to have been keeping to yourself as you occupied yourself with your phone. But for some reason you sensed Heeseung nearing you and immediately lifted your head from your phone to him.

He froze for a moment like a deer caught in headlights but immediately cleared his throat, taking the spot next to you whilst still keeping a decent distance from you.

He didn’t want to invade in your privacy so he opted to keep a safe distance. Yet, he didn’t know how badly you wanted to revert back to how the two of you used to be.

It was a longing that you were slowly losing control over. Just what had happened between the two of you?

“Nice race” Your simple two words made Heeseung’s heart practically jump out of his chest, eveyrthing that Heeseung had worked for cam crumbling down

He was in love with his best friend’s sister and he couldn’t handle it anymore. He was finally losing control and it’s all because of you.

“Thanks, I had a good support there” You hummed at his answer, only taking it with a grain of salt not realizing you were the good support he was talking about

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the party” Heeseung told which caused you to laugh, oh how he missed hearing your laughter

He turned his head from watching the party (which is still very much in fact going on) to you, how the lights shunned onto you made his gaze soften with a light smile on his face.

He was in absolute awe of you and when you turned to face him, you caught him but you couldn’t even say anything. You remained silent as there was a building tension between the two of you.

You don’t when you became closer to Heeseung but before you knew it, you were practically glued by his side. Neither of your eyes faltered from each other and you wondered, if you have ever seen Heeseung in this light before.

No words were spoken but actions spoke louder than anything. Heeseung seemed to have brought his head closer to yours and you feel your breathing hitching at the thought.

He stopped before either of your lips could meet. You picked up on the lightly shaking of his breathing fanning against you.

“I think I can learn to enjoy it, just this one” You muttered and right before you and Heeseung could lean in fully, the voice of your brother calling out for his best friend and you filled your ears

The both of you immediately jumped away from each other and faced the dancing crowd below. Your brother arrived finally finding you and Heeseung, not noticing the tension rising between the two of you.

The sneaky glances that you and Heeseung took at each other before quickly looking away, feeling the fast pace of your heart against your chest. It reminded you of what just almost happened between you and your brother’s best friend.

It’s been two weeks since the party and ever since then, you found yourself at every single race of Heeseung’s. You were happy to know that it wasn’t often that he raced but whenever he did, it was an experience you could never forget.

Your brother found it odd that all of sudden, you and Heeseung were intertwined again but didn’t bother to worry about, simply disregarding it as the two of you rekindled the “friendship” between the two of you.

Yet, you and Heeseung knew the truth. It was unopened door that you weren’t sure if either of you were willing to open it just yet.

You were still trying to process your feelings surrounding the situation and it only lead you to a spiral of constant questioning of what your true feelings were for Heeseung.

While on the other hand, Heeseung was trying to keep his cool and not make it obvious that he almost kissed his best friend’s sister because how could he ever own up to that to his best friend, your brother.

But at the same, he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. As the two of you were slowly falling back into each other’s life, it was nearly impossible to be reminded of what it was like when the two of you weren��t talking.

It was as if the time period of no communication never happened and Heeseung and yours relationship was only striving for the greater good.

You were laughing at something Heeseung had joked about while your brother was taking forever to get ready. Heeseung had a race soon and you had come over like always to support him. Now, you just wondered where your brother was at.

You could hear the rushing of your brother down the stairs before he scrambled around. You and Heeseung stared at your brother is confusion, waiting for an explanation and when you were given it you almost laughed.

Your brother had forgotten about a date he had and now he was suffering trying to figure out how he could redeem himself. He was out the house before either of you or Heeseung could say anything.

You and Heeseung bursted out laughing, finding the situation humorous for your brother but not his date. Once the two of you came back from your own world, you were faced with the realization that the two of you were alone.

Yes, even though you and Heeseung were going back to the way you used to be. It didn’t erase the fact that the last time you and Heeseung were left alone, the two of you nearly kissed.

So with that in the back of each of your minds, it definitely left some lingering emotion in the atmosphere that neither of you knew how to deal with. So instead you pushed it in the back of your minds and set out to Heeseung’s race.

Well that was the plan, but when you were walking out the door, you realized Heeseung was no where to be found.

You turned only to find him standing in the same place he was standing in. You tilted your head in confusion at his actions, seeing how he was playing the keys dangling from his fingers.

“Heeseung” The mention of his name caused him to deeply sigh, he couldn’t bear it any longer, the longer he puts it off the more he loses control “Come on, we don’t want to miss your race. You have a nice streak of wins going”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. It was never my true intentions to do so but it ended going in that direction” You were shocked hearing the apology, you thought there was a silent agreement to never mention that time

You closed the door behind you as you continued to look at Heeseung. He was a liar to his own promises of never confessing to you, but this was the breaking of Heeseung. He officially lost control.

“I must be going crazy because everytime I’m near you, I can feel myself loosing everything I have built up just to get a simmer of hope”

“Hope that there could be a possibility of us happening. Now I know it’s wishful thinking but the more time passes by the more control I lose”

“And I know this is wrong, you’re my best friend’s sister. But you can’t help who you fall in love with”

“I’m so in love with you that I can barely handle it anymore” Heeseung’s sudden confession had sent you into world pool of emotions, you tried to make sense of everything being said

“You don’t need to respond or anything. I just needed to get it off my chest. It’s been so long since I’ve been wanting to tell you but I was afraid of losing you”

“So I opted for a terrible choice of managing my feelings. I’m so sorry if what I did affected you in anyway, all I wanted was the best for you. Even if it meant pushing away my desires” Your silence to Heeseung’s rant made his heart thump against his chest anxiously, he couldn’t read your expressions

“Heeseung you’re such an idiot” Your choice of words made him whip his head from the ground to you in confusion

You soon chuckled and this caused Heeseung to even become more confused. You placed your hands onto your face as you let out a heavy sigh, that’s the reasoning behind those times of not talking to Heeseung.

You were quick to make your way even closer to Heeseung who watching your every move with precision. You hummed once you were face to face with him, and the familiar thumping reminded of you the realization you had not too long ago.

You were falling for Heeseung just like how he fell for you. You made the realization that you had always had a softer spot for Heeseung in your heart, but you didn’t pinpoint what exactly it could be.

So you chose to place it under the category of it simply being your brother’s best friend when it reality it was much more than that. It was the unspoken feelings you had for Heeseung.

“It’s okay though, I’m an idiot as well” You mumbled with a soft smile on your face

“I was stupid enough to put you under the category as simply as my brother’s best friend rather than actually admitting the truth”

“I like you Heeseung, I think I have always liked you ever since I’ve met you but it only took me up until now to realize it”

“So I’m sorry it took me so long” Heeseung didn’t even hesitate to place his lips onto yours, you were caught off guard for a moment but soon melted into it

The kiss felt so right, like this was always meant to happen. It was an inevitable fate for you and Heeseung, the two of you were meant to always be intertwined in each other’s life.

When you and Heeseung finally pulled away, the two of you were nearly out of breath. You panted trying to get the air into your lungs while Heeseung panting heavily with a smile on his face.

He planted soft kisses all over your face and you giggled at the sensation. You never expected to be in this scenario with Heeseung ever.

While, Heeseung never knew this moment would ever happen, he was over the moon to know he could finally become yours.

“Will you let me have the honor in being your boyfriend?” The question made your heart flutter against your chest as you chuckled out the smile that couldn’t be contained

“What about my brother?” You raised an eyebrow knowing that Heeseung would need to go through him but Heeseung waved it off with a shrug of his shoulder

He knows he should be careful with how he handles the situation but right now, his mind was occupied by you and only you that he didn’t need to think of anything else.

“I’ll worry about him when he can beat me in a race” Heeseung was dead serious and you stayed silent for a moment before placing a peck on his lips

He stared at you in wide eyes for a moment, bringing his fingertips to graze his lips as if the two of you weren’t just kissing a few moment ago.

“You might need to become a little better than”

“You never know, he might secretly be better than you in street racing” You joked and Heeseung glared at you knowing that you were only messing with him

You and practically everyone knew it wouldn’t take long for Heeseung to become the top street racer in the area. All he needed was a few more wins in order to claim the title as his own.

But to Heeseung, he was more than happy to gain the title as your boyfriend first before even thinking about claiming the title in becoming the top racer.

“Heeseung, your race” You stated in realization that the two of you definitely missed the race he was supposed to attend but he didn’t care

“How about I take you for a drive around? I’ll let you play any songs you want” Heeseung’s offer was enough to make you forget everything about the previous topic

“Is this your way of taking me out for our first date as a couple?” You raised an eyebrow but Heeseung was quick to shake his head but he couldn’t deny the leap in heart hearing the confirmation

He was finally yours.

“Oh no, I’ll take you on a proper date but for now, let’s just experience a drive together. I realized you’ve never been in my care before” That was indeed true, in all the time you’ve known Heeseung, never once have you ever been driven by him

“Do you think you can maintain control with me there?” You teased which earned a rolling of Heeseung’s eye towards you

You giggled not expecting for the flow to be so smooth. The transitions from what used to be you and Heeseung’s relationship to now being official together amazed you.  Neither of you have ever expected for this moment to happen. But also neither of you minded a single bit. You and Heeseung made sense being together, as if it was fate.

Heeseung didn’t realize that simply because he couldn’t control his feelings at bay any longer would lead to him being yours in the end.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was.

“Oh I’m Lee Heeseung, I can definitely maintain control”

#enhypen #enhypen writer #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung fic #heeseung x reader #enhypen heeseung #heeseung imagines #street racer au

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mlink64 · 7 months

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OKAY IMMA TRY AGAIN 😭🤞

One of my ALL TIME FAVORITE fics WAS on Wattpad as "Their Darling" (I don't remember the author). It is/was an Enhypen reverse harem story set in a street racing au.

It has literally VANISHED from Wattpad and the internet in general and I'm literally CRAVING this story rn.

It's so so so good and I miss it and I want it back 😭😭😭 I will LITERALLY pay for this story, that's how much I want to read it again.

If you know the story/read it/wrote it and know where I can find it PLEASE LMK 🙏🙏🙏

More details/spoilers under the cut

The main character's name is Areum and she is the younger sister of Cravity's Serim. She's new to whatever town/city and learns that it's all broken up into different 'districts' that are under control of various street racing gangs.

She reconnects with ITZY's Lia and finds out that ITZY is a street racing gang.

Areum goes with ITZY to a race and meets ENHYPEN, the top racing gang in the city.

Long story short: they all fall for her.

She's kidnapped by them and basically forced to join the gang. Secretly, Heeseung wants to use her as revenge against her brother who is his ex-best friend.

The other big secret is that she's actually a former star racer who quit after her parents die in a car accident that happened when she was driving. So there's trauma there.

Yada yada yada

There's a huge race/face off over the control of the entire city.

Yada yada yada

She falls for all of them too and feels very conflicted about it. Smut ensues.

Love story.

Race drama.

Family drama.

Etc. Etc.

#enhypen #wattpad #fanfiction #street racer au #lee heeseung #park jeongsong #park jay #sim jaeyun #sim jake #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #niki nishimura #please help #i will literally pay for this story

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wonifullove · 1 month

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come and see me; lhs ♡

♡ synopsis: in which you get dragged along by your older brother to a street race. coincidentally, catching the eyes of one racer, who just so happens to be the leader of that racing gang; violent boyz. after a breakup with your long term boyfriend.

♡ featuring: lee heeseung (enhypen) , ningning (aespa) , winter (aespa) , sim jaeyun (enhypen) park jongseong (enhypen) , park sunghoon (enhypen) , hwang hyunjin (skz) , choi yeonjun (txt)

♡ genre: strangers to lovers, text au (+ written), non idols au, angst, romance, love at first sight, street racer au

♡ warnings: suggestive, vulgar language, mentions of cheating. (more to be added)

(📌):: taglist: @naespas @sainns @sanrikis @natsukee, @andsooowhat @aerivrs @heeslut4life @lhspeachie @yourssincerely-mimi @sophi-ee @haechansbbg @jaeyunluvr @caratinluv @saursoob @faerinini @kim2005bomi @antoncyng @lilacnini @crybqbyme @iheartjayke @milkycloudtyg @mangoxcinx @dimplewonie @starboimoon open ! (send an ask or comment to be added)

♡ status: ongoing ! started: 03/28 ended: tba

♡ sav notes: spending my sweet time on this because i want it to be successful as hell. this is pure fiction that doesn’t represent the idol and any activity in this series will not hurt the idol’s rep. if you don’t enjoy pure fiction as such, please dni

profiles. violent boyz ☆ 2 baddies + 2 whores playlist.

— one.

— two. written

— three.

— four. smau + written

— five.

— six.

— seven.

— eight.

— nine.

(more to come)

©️ wonifullove !! do not translate, plagiarize, or rewrite my plot.

#come and see me 💫#enhypen #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #park jongseong #lee heeseung smau #enhypen smau #enhypen suggestive #kpop smau #racer au #kpop x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen masterlist #series masterlist #aespa #txt #stray kids

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noyasaur · 4 months

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★ . WELCOME , to saturn's list of desired realities! this list contains all of my desired realities and links to the masterlists of posts made about said dr. this list will be updated regularly 🐳🐚

⇢ main desired realities

✧ enhypen 8th member

✧ university student/bakery owner

✧ jujutsu kaisen

✧ jojo's bizaare adventure

✧ ever after high

✧ ninjago

⇢ other desired realities

✧ freesia (kpop fan to idol + own gg)

✧ k-idol royalty au

✧ enha / k-idol vampire academy (academic rivals au)

✧ enha / k-idol superhero academy au

✧ enha / k-idol jujutsu kaisen au

✧ k-idol fantasy au

✧ enha / k-idol street racer au

✧ actor dr

✧ valorant

✧ k-idol valorant inspired au

✧ k-idol mob psycho inspired au

✧ new jeans 6th member

✧ lesserafim 6th member

✧ star vs the forces of evil

✧ more coming soon...

"the impossible, is indeed possible" ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦢

#noyasaur #🪐 ― saturn's masterlists!#🪐 ― saturn's drs!#i think she likes kpop guys #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #desired realities #shiftblr #shifting community #shifting realities #reality shifter #kpop shifter #kpop shifting

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sensitively-taken · 2 years

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death valley — jay park

synopsis. death valley—the heart of southern Seoul’s street racing scene. it’s filled to the brim with drug dealings, murder, and very, very hot people. at least, that’s all what you’d thought, until you’d stumbled across the valley yourself one friday afternoon. that day, filled with anticipation and fear, a certain biker named Jay—and his trailing crew—taught you that death valley wasn’t as half bad as you’d initially thought.

pairing(s). biker/racer!park jongseong x gender-neutral!reader ft. enhypen, winter x karina (aespa), & taehyun (txt)!

genre(s). action, fluff, humour, romance, street racing au, (implied) uni au.

warnings. alcohol consumption, food consumption & mentions, illegal gambling, illegal/street racing, mentions of drugs, profanity, reader gets slightly inebriated but not quite drunk, and suggestive dialogue. rated PG 15.

word count. 19.5k (19505) ik this is scary but BEAR w me!!

taglist. @soobin-chois @hyuckworld @soobverse @svnoofy @my5colors please fill out this form (or send me an ask w your groups) to be added to my permanent taglist!!

listen to! spotify link OR death valley, fallout boy ⭑ roots, imagine dragons ⭑ back door, stray kids ⭑ jopping, superm ⭑ all in, stray kids ⭑ vroom vroom, charli xcx ⭑ zombie pop, DPR IAN ⭑ desire, ATEEZ (it sucks ik 😭 i’ll edit it as soon as i have time)

notes. ik this is late (by ONE day or u can simply reverse ur clocks 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️) but she’s a bit massive ngl 😭 don’t think dirty i didn’t even remember her being this long (i thought she was 15k MAX) but she’s a whole wopping 19.5k!!!! almost 20k!!! that’s insane! but don’t let the word count scare you 😭 i promise biker!jay is worth it kfsdkfjska and you will love him in this. just trust me!

other, more practical notes to include that pertain to the plot: 1. pls don’t do anything reader does in this fic i BEG 🙏🙏🙏reader is v head empty & has the power of Fanfiction & Main Character Syndrome on their side. pls do not attempt anything in this fic. stay away from strange men in leather in fact!

2. reader is heavily implied to be queer and easily attracted to different ppl 😭 so reader is gonna FLIRT (or at least try to)

3. i don’t condone heeseung’s behaviour AT ALL. he is despicable and downright evil. i just wanted to have a “Bad” character to balance things out.

and that’s it!! i’ve rambled too much & you probably want to get ahead to reading the fic so i won’t stop you! enjoy!! ♡♡ feedback & reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

I – Death Valley Bad

Death Valley was the heart and soul of southern Seoul’s racing scene.

Every Saturday night, there were two main races held there. One held for the bikers and the other held for the drivers. Usually, people attended the bikers’ race. It was cheaper to bet on a biker, there was less exhaust in the air to tire out everyone’s lungs, and its tracks were only a walking distance from the abandoned subway station—which just so happened to be the best hiding location in case the police caught wind of a night’s events. Those who managed to get past the fear of being arrested and crossed the kilometres to the racers’ track either never returned to the bikers’ track or came back but never spoke of what they’d seen. Also, the cars apparently carried cocaine, and the drivers would kill without a second thought if someone tried to steal some.

At least, that’s what you’d heard when you’d moved to Seoul.

Lee Heeseung, the cute little brunet who’d been showing you around your university, had made sure to let you know of the famous valley. His eyes had been wide, and he’d been making crazy hand gestures, but you’d still got the point.

Death Valley bad.

So, why on Earth were you in the infamous valley? That’s what you’d been wondering for the past couple of minutes, on a good ol’ Friday afternoon.

You fanned your face and tried to turn on your phone, only for it to remain blank. “Fuck.”

Of course, your phone had to turn off right when you found yourself in an unfamiliar and dangerous place. You didn’t know who was up there laughing right now, but you hoped your misery was worth something to them.

You slumped down against the walls of the abandoned subway and cried. Well, you didn’t exactly cry. But you did wallow in self-pity for the next ten minutes or so.

“Woe is me, for I am stuck in the middle of nowhere and the only people who can help me are probably criminals.” You finished off your tiny piece of monologue with a dramatic sigh, before wiping a fake tear from your cheek.

Then, you stared blankly at the graffitied wall across you and the gravity of your situation suddenly dawned on you. Sure, wallowing in self-pity and quoting long-dead poets was fun, but if you didn't do something quick, you didn’t know who–or what–you could encounter. It wasn’t a Saturday night—thank fuck—but the bikers and racers were probably tinkering away in their little workshops somewhere nearby and could happen upon you soon. If you didn’t want to become Death Valley Kebab, you would have to do something and you’d have to do it fast.

With a grim look on your face, you decided that something was going to have to be hitching a ride with one of the bikers. Yes, yes, they were criminals, but criminals were better than cannibals or whatever it was that had been scratching against random pieces of scrap at the other end of the tunnel.

Hoisting your bag on your shoulders, you took a deep breath in and took the first step out of the weird comfort of the subway. The air outside of the subway was less stale, the floor was a mixture of gravel and dirt, and you could practically hear the tumbleweeds rolling away in the distance. You could feel the sun beating down your back, and your throat dried up immediately. You were already regretting it. But, you were still in one piece and that was all that mattered.

“See, _____? That wasn’t so bad.”

With less fear in your system now, you continued your journey towards the bikers’ tracks. You had absolutely no idea if you were heading in the right direction or not, but you were hoping—and maybe even praying—that your body would find a way to sync up with nature, so you would magically stumble upon your destination.

Considering your luck, that was not what happened. Instead, your legs tired out quickly and your feet grew tired of walking across the terrain. It was just land out for miles, no matter what direction you looked in, so you slumped down and had a pity party again. This time, there was no fancy monologue or dramatic acting. It was just raw fear slowly filling up your heart, as you noticed the sun was starting to set.

“Oh, no.” Any hope in you withered at the sight of the sun dancing to the west. “No, no, no!”

You clasped your hands together and clamped your eyes shut. “Hey! Whoever the fuck is up there, or out there–I don’t care for the specificities right now–I am not your strongest soldier. If this is going to be 127 Hours: The Sequel, please just kill me now before a boulder rolls in and snaps half my arm off.”

A rolling tumbleweed was your only response.

A sigh escaped your lips and your shoulders drooped. “Well, I guess this is how I go—”

The roaring, unmistakable rev of a bike interrupted you, and you whipped your head around. Your eyes widened incredibly as you took in the sight in front of you. Bike was an understatement for the monster resting under a very hot rider; it was more of a superbike, or whatever a biker would call something that… scary. Its wheels were huge, and its black body glinted under the sun—grey steel complimenting it. There weren’t many details besides the blocky ’03 lining the second wheel, but its simplicity suited it. The bike in front of you was an absolute beauty.

And the biker? The biker was beauty transcended. He had short, auburn hair that framed the soft edges of his face, blurring them out to create a soft gleam over his face, while some other pieces of his hair curtained his face and smothered the piercing gaze of his dark brown eyes. His nose was long, sharp, and sloped; hooked at the very end to form a sharp curve just above his pouty lips. They formed two barely-noticeable, but adorable peaks, and his bottom lip rested softly against the shape of the top. The rest of his face was carved to the gods and his face was so smooth that you were almost sure he was made of glass. He raised one of his dark eyebrows and yelled, “Who are you and what are you doing out here?”

You swallowed and got to your feet in a daze. “Uh, I c-could ask you the same question.”

The hot biker got off his vehicle in one swift motion, and you nearly fainted from how much the action affected you. You took a step back, as he took two steps closer to you. He frowned at your response—eyes focused on your shoes—and took two more steps forward, prompting you to take two steps back. He repeated his movements, and you did too with a nervous smile on your face.

His gaze flickered between your feet and your eyes. “Am I scary? Jungwon’s always said I am, but I didn’t believe it till now.”

“Jungwon?”

“Oh.” The stranger took a step closer to you and scratched his chin in thought. “I’m guessing you’re not from around here.”

“Yeah, I just moved here for uni.” You nearly slapped your hand over your mouth the second the words left your mouth. It was almost like you were begging to get kidnapped, considering how you’d just told a criminal—a very hot one, but still a criminal—you’re unfamiliar with the area. Now, he was going to take the opportunity to kill you, harvest your organs, and probably sell them on the black market–and probably for a cheap price you were completely sure your organs were worth more than.

He didn’t do any of that. Instead, his eyes widened and a little smile formed on his lips. “Suwon National?”

You nodded rapidly, but then your eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute… how have I never seen you around campus before?”

He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, and the movement drew your eyes to his clothes. You’d always thought bikers wore all black leather—to show off their bikerness or whatever—but this biker wasn't dressed like that. He was wearing plain, regular blue jeans with a white tank and a huge, red bomber jacket. There weren’t any tattoos on him either—at least, none you can see—causing you to blink in surprise.

You realised you’d missed his response when he laughed lightly, and his eyes crinkled up into little crescents. Avoiding his gaze, you asked, “Sorry, what was that?”

“I’m taking a gap year.” He shifted on his feet and glanced at the watch on his wrist. “I should probably get going, but it was good to—”

“Wait! You can’t leave,” you paused, realising how that sounds, and continued with a softer tone, “I got lost out here, and I need a way to get back to the city. Is there any way you could give me a ride?”

His eyes were apologetic before he even said anything, and you got a sinking feeling in your stomach. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t. I’ve got some races tonight, so I need to get ready.”

Swallowing deeply, you casted your eyes to the ground and nodded slowly. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes, as fear filled your heart. Out of the corner of your eye, you could spot the sky blending into an orange hue and the sun dipping deeper along the horizon. You had to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from full-on crying in front of the hot biker.

“But,” he scratched his chin in thought again and you whipped your head up, “I can drive you to the tracks, and after the races, someone can probably drive you home.”

“R-really?” You were sure you looked stupid, gazing at a random stranger with hopeful, glossy eyes. And, you probably shouldn’t have gotten any closer to the actual races of Death Valley. But, being stranded out in the middle of nowhere would do a number on anyone, and—as you’d said earlier—you were not the strongest soldier.

“Sure.” He smiled widely and gestured to his bike. “I mean, as long as you don’t mind squeezing up there with me. My bike isn’t built for two people; sorry about that.”

You shook your head, wiped your cheeks, and laughed with relief. “Thank you so much… Wait, what’s your name?”

“Sunoo.” He made his way back to his bike, gingerly helping you get on it. It’s much higher than it looked apparently. “Yours?”

You waited for him to settle into his seat in front of you before you wrapped your hands around his waist. He revved once, turned back to smile at you, and quirked an eyebrow. “_____.”

Sunoo studied your face for a moment. “Well, _____, I suggest you hang on tight. Crabbers’s built for speed.”

He turned back to the front, revved again, and then you were off. Your hands instinctively tightened around his waist at the sudden feeling of being pulled forward, and he laughed in response. At first, your eyes were squeezed shut—you reasoned that if you were going to die by falling off a bike, you’d rather not witness it—and all you could feel was the rush of the wind against your ears. Then, with soft encouragement from Sunoo, you opened your eyes.

The sun was almost set, and the sky was a beautiful mixture of oranges, reds, and yellows. The terrain and the sky melted into one colour, as Sunoo sped along the empty expanse. Coupled with the wind blowing in your ears, and the roar of the bike, the whole experience was completely different from anything you could’ve imagined. But, it wasn’t unwelcome. No, instead, it made your heart pound in a good way and made you want to throw up your arms and whoop and yell. Riding a bike was nothing like you’d expected it to be, but you found yourself looking forward to your next ride.

Maybe Death Valley wasn’t so bad.

II – A Whole New World

Death Valley may not have been bad, but it was certainly scary. More specifically, its inhabitants were.

Sunoo was leading you through Death Valley’s Garage, where some bikers were getting ready for some races, and your knees were already shaking. His bike, Crabbers, might’ve been a monster, but he was a little monster, compared to the absolute beasts the bikers were examining. Some had handles that looked like they’re made for giants, some wheels could’ve probably knocked you out with one roll, and there were more mods that you hadn’t even known could be added to motorcycles. It was, like a friendly Disney princess once said, a whole new world.

What scared you the most, though, was the bikers. Some of them rocked the stereotypical biker look you had of bikers in your head—leather jackets or vests, bare and chiselled chests or low-dipping tanks made to reveal cleavage, dark leather pants, combat boots, and tattoos everywhere. Some didn’t and had different tastes. Others had a mix of leather and boots, along with other elements you’d never thought bikers would wear—like a neon pink tank you’d spotted on a particularly smiley biker. But, what they all shared was varying degrees of intimidation on their faces. It could’ve been because you were in a new environment and you were scared, but you were almost certain they were all glaring at you.

“Why do you look so scared?”

You nearly jumped at the sound of Sunoo’s voice from right next to your ear. Shooting him a sharp glare, you responded, “I’m not scared.”

He moved his face from right beside yours and laughed. “You so are. You looked like you were about to faint when you saw Taehyun.”

“Taehyun?”

He jabbed a thumb in the direction of a muscular man in one of the corners of the garage. He was one of the people sporting the stereotypical biker attire—but a more extreme version of it. Taehyun was shirtless and had a pair of leather shorts on. There was a towel placed around his neck and his muscles bulged and shifted around, as he helped someone else with their bike. You had to avert your gaze to stop yourself from passing out right then and there.

Noticing your reaction, Sunoo smiled teasingly. “Taehyun’s one of our mechanics. He usually sticks to the cars, but both the racers and bikers are using these tracks for the races today since this isn’t a formal event.”

You nodded along to his every word but paused at the end. “Not a formal event? What’s this then?”

The smile on Sunoo’s face grew and his lips met the shell of your ear again. He whispered, “You’ll see.”

For a moment, you were undeniably flustered. The next, you slapped Sunoo’s chest and rolled your eyes, while putting a considerable distance between you two. You crossed your arms over your chest, the sound of his laughter loud and clear. “I’m here to find a ride home, not flirt. Behave, Mr. Kim!”

“Mr. Kim?” He raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading on his lips. “I like that.”

You groaned. “You’re like an annoying little brother. Well—more like a friend’s little brother, who hits on you just because he’s starting to get a little attention.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m older than you, so the whole scenario cancels out. Also, that is extremely specific, and you don’t seem like the type of person who’s experienced that.”

“I don’t care if you’re older than—Wait a minute! I so have.”

Sunoo threw his head back in laughter, and you stopped and stared at him with the fiercest glare you could muster. You were determined to stay mildly annoyed at him, but his laughter was contagious and your lips started to twitch up into a smile. He may have been one of the most annoying people you’d ever met, but he was also one of the most endearingly annoying people you’ve met.

He sobered up from his laughter with a sigh and put on a tour guide voice, “Good evening, folks—well, folk. I’m Kim Sunwoo and I’ll be guiding you around the infamous Death Valley Garage. During this tour, you’ll be able to familiarise yourself with the bikes, the people who ride them, and some basic motorcycle terms. So, let’s—”

At that moment, your stomach growled loudly, and both you and Sunoo blinked at it for a few seconds. Then, you offered him a sheepish smile and he returned one of his own.

“I was getting a bit ahead of myself, wasn’t I?” Sunoo scratched the back of his head, while you shook your head profusely. “You’re probably starving after being out there for God knows how long.”

You shook your head again, with an embarrassed smile on your face, only for your stomach to growl again. Scowling, you spared your stomach a fierce glare, before looking up at Sunoo’s amused face. “My stomach’s a bit dramatic. I’m not that hungry… but it would be nice if I could eat something.”

He whispered, “Your stomach seems to take after you.”

“Sorry?” You levelled your glare in his direction.

“Nothing.” He threw his hands up in surrender at your gaze and pretended to busy himself with his watch. Then, he actually noticed the time and let out a horrified screech. “Oh, no! _____, I’m late again! Jake’s going to eat me.”

Right then, a vice grip latched onto his shoulder and you saw Sunoo visibly gulp.

The person behind him was a tall, lanky figure–so tall and lanky that you were almost convinced he was a phantom ghost. The all-white leather, which directly contrasted his long, dark hair, didn’t help with the image you had in your head at all. One of the only other things that stood out to you besides his hair was the mask that hid half of his face. It was a black, fabric one, with a blocky HOON printed on it, which you assumed was part of his name. There were also his eyes. His fierce eyes were enough to scare anyone. Right now, they were narrowed and focused on the back of Sunoo’s head, but you could still feel the full intensity of his gaze.

You gulped as well and mouthed a quiet ‘good luck.’

“Jake won’t eat you,” the person said, voice muffled by the mask, “but he definitely isn’t happy.”

Sunoo gulps again and turns around to face the scary man. “Sunghoon.”

“Sun—”

Before the man, Sunghoon, could even finish saying Sunoo’s name, your stomach growled again. This time, three pairs of eyes stared at it—two frantic ones and a confused one. You hoped and prayed with everything in you that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

Sunoo, however, sighed with relief and pointed at your stomach accusingly. “Right, Sunghoon, I was just, I was just helping _____ out here and I lost track of time because of that ferocious beast.”

“What? You’re calling my stomach a ferocious beast? Have you not seen Crabbers?”

“Don’t bring Crabbers into—”

Sunghoon cleared his throat, and the two of you realised he was still right there and Sunoo was still very much in trouble. You took a step back from Sunoo, and he turned back to face Sunghoon.

The scary biker nodded in your direction. “It’s nice to meet you, _____. Good to see Sunoo finally has someone else to pester.”

“Excuse me?”

“But, I’m going to have to borrow him for a bit because he’s late.” He fixed Sunoo with a glare. “Again.”

You muffled a laugh when you heard something close to a whimper escape Sunoo’s mouth. “Of course, it’s no problem. I just need to know where I can get some food.”

The biker whipped his head around and stared at you with betrayal. He mouthed ‘traitor,’ and you just shrugged innocently in response.

There was a mischievous light in Sunghoon’s eyes, as he started steering Sunoo away from you. You couldn’t see it but you were almost sure there was a smirk on his face when he yelled, “Go to the shack at the other end of the garage. Tell the owner that our favourite cutie, Soonie, sent you to get a free meal!”

“Sunghoon!”

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore, so you rushed off in the direction Sunghoon directed you in. Sunoo’s glare was burning holes through your back, but you blocked it out by skipping and humming to yourself. There was nothing but a door between you and your well-deserved meal, so it was easy for the biker’s dramatic huffs and puffs to fade into the background.

Death Valley’s inhabitants were scary, most definitely, but Sunoo was probably the least scary of them all.

III – Ms. Kim

Where Kim Sunwoo was lacking, his sister made up for it with ten times the quality.

You were sitting across from Kim Minjeong, “Winter,” and silently picking at the remains of the meal she’d served you. Seated under the shade of the shack, you’d tried not to shiver under her intense gaze—and if you did, you blamed it on the fans positioned close to you. Instead of returning her gaze, you focused on the structure around you.

True to its name, the shack was really just a shack. It was small, had no name adorned on it, and Winter was the only person manning it. There was a spacious, plastic counter separating you and her, and high chairs lined your side for customers—like yourself—to sit on. The inside of the shack was dimly lit, and you couldn’t see too much of what was on the other side, so all you could do was stare at the menu in front of you. It was either that or trembling like a baby in front of Sunoo’s sister, so you went with the former.

The brunette was quiet, serious, and very, very scary. Her personality was a polar opposite from the dramatic and whiny biker, and you couldn’t help but notice the differences between them. The only trait they seemed to share was their mischievousness, seeing as she’d had a good laugh for a couple of minutes when you’d given her Sunoo’s nickname.

“Are you scared of me?”

Your eyes widened at the sound of her question, and you whipped your head up from your plate. Your eyes widened even more when you realised her face was not too far from yours and there was a small smirk on her red lips. Clearing your throat, you shimmied a bit away from the counter. “N-no. Not at all, no.”

She picked up on your nerves and smiled a little. Moving around to prepare a drink with a name too long for you to remember, she said, “I’m not a scary person. Honestly, most of the people here aren’t. I get why you would think that—illegal racing doesn’t exactly have the best reputation—but just think of us as members of a little club.”

“A club? So, that means anyone can join?” You rested your chin on one of your hands.

“Yeah,” Winter mixed the drink in a strainer, “But, you can’t just say you want to race and get in. You have to try out first. Oh—and you have to get past Jake’s… radar, for the lack of a better word.”

At the sound of the name, your ears perked up. He was the same person Sunoo had said would eat him, and from what you’d heard of him, he didn’t sound like the nicest person ever. A tall, muscular biker with a harsh gaze appeared in your mind, and you shivered at the image of him you’ve conjured.

Winter noticed your response and laughed. “I’m assuming you’ve heard some other things about Jake.”

You nodded. “He sounds scary.”

“He’s not.” Winter snorted, pouring the drink she’s been mixing in a tall glass, and added a straw to it. She slid it over to you. “He’s just a bit strict about things and has a nasty temper.”

“Strict?” You tentatively swirled the drink around in its glass, admiring the way the sun’s ray compliments its yellow hue, before taking a sip. It was sweet, citrusy, and reminded you of the long stretch of the beach on a warm summer day. You could practically hear the waves crashing against the shore when you asked, “So, there are rules around this place?”

“Of course, there are. If they weren’t in place, half the people here would already be behind bars.” She smirked a little at your wide eyes. “What? You think these kids know how to keep themselves in check?”

“I mean, no,” you paused to take a sip, “but when I think of criminals I think of, like, the drug dealing, and murders, and, I don’t know, the big, bad criminal stuff. Not, rules.”

Winter bursted into laughter, eyes scrunched up and head thrown back. Calming down from her laughter, she wiped a tear from her eye and took a deep breath in. “You’re very funny, ____. I see why Sunoo likes you.”

“Thank you?” You finished off your drink with a loud sip and relaxed into your seat. You were already feeling fuzzy and warm, and the tension you’d felt when you first got here was ebbing away. Resting your chin on both hands now, you leaned in closer to Winter. “Y’know, I like you, Ms. Kim. Very straight and simple to the point.”

“Very straight and simple to the point?” She chuckled at your mistake, as you spluttered in embarrassment, and pushed a stray hair behind her ear. “That’s kinda ironic.”

“Hm? And why is—”

The rest of your question was cut off by the entrance of a woman. Judging from the helmet in the crook of her arm, and some of her stereotypical attire, she was a racer. She walked in with a pep in her step–her long, dark hair bouncing behind her with her movements–and somehow captivated your eye. You were about to ask Winter to introduce you to her—liquor made you bold apparently—when she leaned in and planted a kiss on the barista’s lips.

“Oh.” You averted your eyes from the two of them, giving them a bit of privacy, as Winter’s previous words sunk in. A laugh escaped your mouth. “It is kinda ironic.”

The racer pulled away from Winter at your words and extended a hand in your direction, a soft smile on her face. “Hi, I’m Karina.”

“_____.” Thrusting your hand into hers, you noticed how warm it was and the tight grip of her hand. She was the type of racer you’d imagined when Heeseung had first told you about Death Valley, so you giggled nervously and blurted out, “You don’t have coke in your car, right?”

Karina and Winter blinked at you blankly for a few seconds before they burst into laughter. You laughed along nervously until Heeseung’s wide eyes appeared in your mind, and you cleared your throat. As the two regained their composure, taking on more serious looks on their faces, the same tinge of fear you’d felt back in the garage resurfaced. You laughed again nervously.

“Yes, there are a good couple grams of the stuff in the trunk,” Karina deadpanned. “You want some?”

“N-No. I’d like to keep my head attached to the rest of my body, thank you very much.”

A pause followed, and then Karina let out a sharp, “What?”

“I think Heeseung might’ve gone a bit overboard with his mumbo jumbo.” It was supposed to be a whisper meant for Karina’s ears only, but you picked up on Winter’s words and barely held back a gasp. “_____’s been scared shitless this entire time, and that pesky man probably has something to do with that.”

The racer nodded and smiled reassuringly in your direction. “I was being sarcastic. Even if I wanted to do coke, Jake runs routine checks for hard drugs. We’re only allowed alcohol and weed.”

“Uh, huh.” You nodded along to her words but made a mental note to never get near any of the racers’ cars—just in case. “But, what’s this about Heeseung? How do you even know him?”

Karina and Winter exchanged glances, before Karina whispered something in Winter’s ear and slinked out of the back of the shack. Your eyes followed her as she left, and she turned back to give you one last smile. You were about to return it when Winter cleared her throat. She gave you a knowing look, and you smiled guiltily.

“Heeseung is uh… Well, it’d be best if he explained it himself.” Winter picked up your empty glass and disappeared into the dimly lit part of the shack. When she returned, she had a pair of keys in her hand and a smirk on her face. “He’ll be here in a couple of minutes, so I’ve got to get going. It was great meeting you, _____.”

“He’s here?” Your tone was incredulous, but you couldn’t help it. You two couldn’t be talking about the same Lee Heeseung who’d looked like he was about to wet his pants when he’d told you about Death Valley. From his franticness alone, you could’ve sworn he’d never be caught dead anywhere near this place. “What do you mean he’s here?”

Winter winked. “You’ll see.”

Then, she took off in the same direction as Karina, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Lee Heeseung? Here? That didn’t make any sense. ‘Lee Heeseung at Death Valley’ was practically an oxymoron because everything Death Valley stood for was what Heeseung had warned you against. It wasn’t easy for you to just forget how wide and shaky his eyes had been, and the urgency that’d been in his voice. And, even if you somehow could, acknowledging what Winter had said would’ve made you focus on the thought that bothered you the most; if Heeseung was here, then what did that mean?

You shook your head. “She’s probably got the wrong Heeseung.”

The notion soothed you a bit and managed to quell the chaos in your mind, so you laid back and sighed. A quick nap, before meeting the totally-not-Lee-Heeseung Heeseung sounded very appetising to you, and your body seemed to agree as it didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

The last thing you thought of before you were deeply asleep was a completely ridiculous image of Lee Heeseung riding a motorcycle.

IV – Totally-Not-Lee-Heeseung Heeseung

Winter had not had the wrong Heeseung. Oh, but how you wish she had.

Standing in front of you, in the flesh, was Lee Heeseung. His ash brown hair was fully visible to you, as it wasn’t being hidden under a beanie for once, and was unruly styled. Multiple strands fell in front of his eyes and framed his face, adding an edge to his face that wasn’t there before. Instead of a comfy, matching set of a hoodie and sweatpants, he was wearing a pair of dark leather pants, a black dress shirt with enough buttons left undone to leave little to the imagination, and army boots that give him a little more height. He was trying to catch his breath, as beads of sweat ran down the side of his face, and all you could do was blink at him with your mouth hanging open.

Leaning back to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he let out a loud laugh and winked. “You should probably close your mouth. We wouldn’t want you to catch flies, now, would we, dear _____?”

“Shut up.” Your mouth was closed now, and you had the fiercest glare you could muster on your face instead. Getting up from your seat by the shack and stalking close to Heeseung, you crossed your arms over your chest with as much intimidation you could put into the action. “Lee Heeseung, you have less than five minutes to explain what the hell you’re doing here, before I dice you up into a little, Death Valley kebab.”

He smiled a little and raised his hands. “_____, I know you’re mad but—”

You snorted.

“Okay, more than mad but,” Heeseung scratched the back of his head, “well, it’s business.”

“Business?” You took a step closer, causing the brunet to take a step back. “What type of business makes you lie to people so that they think everyone at an illegal racing ring is going to kill them?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds horrible.”

You increased the intensity of your glare.

“Well, it is! But, it really is business.” He took a step back and raised his hands before you could get closer to him. “I’m Death Valley’s bookie and PR manager. A while ago, Jake decided I should use reverse psychology to recruit watchers and racers and well, it worked better than expected. Apparently, it’s in human nature to see how much shit we can get into without dying. I don’t know, something like that, but that’s what I understood from what he said. He talks a lot.”

Jake. That name seemed to keep popping up everywhere, only adding more details to the very scary image you had of the individual. At this point, you would do anything, if it meant you didn’t have to come across him at any point in time, because you’d prefer to go home in one piece with your heart and sanity intact.

Humming, you raised an eyebrow. “So, the whole innocent, scaredy-cat thing was an act? That was all to trick my puny, little human brain into coming here?”

He nodded, a cocky grin on his face. “Of course, _____. I’m a great actor, and there’s absolutely nothing in the world that can—”

“Oh, my—Heeseung, a spider’s crawling up your leg!”

Immediately, Heeseung screamed and jumped away from his spot, and you were barely able to hold back your laughter. He frantically checked where he’d been standing, cursing all spiders underneath his breath while he did, and finally sighed when he couldn't find anything at all. Then, his eyes widened, and he whipped his head up to you. He tried to hide it but there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he pointed an accusing finger at you.

“Hey! That’s—th-that’s…” he spotted the laugh you were trying to hide and flushed further, “that’s just an example of my acting skills! Mhm!”

“Totally, Hee. You deserve an Oscar for that performance. I’m honoured to have witnessed it,” you deadpanned. You clapped slowly, as Heeseung’s face just got redder and redder with embarrassment.

The flush in his cheeks cooled slightly, while he scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, I deserved that. And, more than that.”

Nodding, you ushered him to continue.

“And, well, I probably shouldn’t have gone overboard with the… the advertising, even if it was funny to see your gullible reaction.”

A sharp glare.

“But, that’s beside the point! I shouldn’t have lied about the coke and cops and everything else.” He was avoiding your eyes at this point, the only thing keeping him from bowing at a sharp ninety-degree angle being his last shred of pride.

Arms still crossed and face stoic, you took a few steps closer to him. You glared down at him in silence for a few moments, before you conceded. As much as you would’ve liked to remind him that you’d thought you were going to die—which may or may not have been avoided if you’d taken Heeseung’s words with even the tiniest speck of salt—you had to find a way out of the ‘Valley, and Heeseung was looking like a promising prospect.

You nodded. “I mean, I guess I forgive you.”

“You guess?” His eyes finally met yours, and they were wide with incredulity.

“Well, you see, Heeseung. Since someone subconsciously tricked me into getting lost out in the middle of nowhere, so conveniently close to illegal racing tracks and hours away from the city, I don’t have any way to get home!”

Heeseung’s eyes grew wider, and there was some guilt hiding behind his shock. “Oh.”

“Oh, indeed.”

A heavy silence fell between the two of you, as you processed the panic you’d felt bubbling up inside you the past couple hours and he… well, at least, seemed to appear deeply guilty for what had happened. It felt like the silence was going to stretch on for a couple more minutes when Heeseung perked up and made a loud noise of excitement. He closed the distance between you two and took a firm grip of your shoulders, a wide smile on his face. “_____, I think I’ve found the perfect solution to your problem.”

Instantly, your arms unfolded, and any sign of hostility fell from your face. “Really? Do you have a spare bike lying around somewhere that I can ride?”

“No,” he said flatly, with a disapproving parent look on his face, “Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you because one; I don’t want blood on my hands and two; I don’t want your blood on my hands because I feel like you would hold it over my head for the rest of my life.”

“True, true.” You stepped closer to him and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

A slow smirk took over Heeseung’s lips, and you suddenly became very aware of the lack of space between you and him. As you stared into his eyes, you could feel some tension charging the air, and something within you stirred with excitement.

The brunet’s breath fanned over your lips as he whispered, “How do you feel about a bet?”

V – Niki’s Puppy

Death Valley was home to some of the most peculiar people you’ve ever met. There was Sunoo, who harboured a strange love for his vehicle, Heeseung, the PR manager with questionable morals, and the Jake figure who you hadn’t met yet—and never wanted to, if you wanted to go home in one piece. But, the two individuals in front of you had your brows furrowing narrower than they had the entire day and your jaw hanging fully open.

The first thing that caught your eye was the taller figure’s attire. He was wearing a leopard print dress shirt with a singular button undone, a plain pair of black leather jeans, and a huge, tan fur coat. His eyes were covered with a bulky pair of dark sunglasses, his fingers were adorned with colourful bejewelled rings, and his blonde hair was cropped and styled in a way that reminded you of a stereotypical mob boss. Along with his attire, there was an air around him that exuded dirty money, illegal dealings, and everything else that came with the two.

The second thing that caught your eye was the collar on the brunet behind him. It contrasted heavily against the rest of his plain outfit—a grey tank, standard blue jeans, and a basic pair of sneakers. The collar was pink, glittery, and signed with the words ‘Niki’s Puppy.’ The wearer seemed more than unhappy to wear it, but it was on him anyway—which was the main reason your eyebrows were digging creases in your forehead.

“Jungwon lost a bet again?”

Ripping your eyes away from the strange duo, you glanced at the bookie next to you with incredulously wide eyes. His face was relaxed, exasperated almost, like there wasn’t a literal mob boss and his… puppy standing in front of you.

You faced him, jabbing a thumb in their direction, and whisper-yelled, “Am I the only one who’s confused here? Or, is this some normal Death Valley occurrence?”

“Is this normal? No. But, it happens often enough for everyone around here to get used to it.” Heeseung gestured at the throng of people finding their seats along the gravel tracks.

Exactly like he’d said, no one was stopping to stare at the two with a slack jaw like you were, so you closed your mouth and cleared your throat. “But, but—how?”

“I am right here,” the Mob Boss said, and you could imagine him rolling his eyes behind his shades. “And, I am not a ‘this.’ I’m Nishimura Riki, aka Ni-ki, aka Death Valley's Designated Number One Biker–trademarked. But, you can call me nothing because I do not wish to be perceived by the likes of you.”

“The likes of me?” The creases in your forehead were now filled with a hint of offence, and the sound of Heeseung’s laughter didn't help. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He held up his hands and gazed at the multiple gems on them instead of responding, causing Heeseung’s laughter to continue. Even the apathetic ‘puppy’ behind him had a ghost of a grin on his lips that didn’t express much but still managed to rile you up a bit.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Heeseung, why am I here in front of this—this phoney drug lord and his… pet?”

Niki let out a scoff, and a little chortle escaped the lips of the man behind him.

Sparing Heeseung a glance from the corner of your eye, you could tell he was trying to keep his laughter in at the sight of Niki’s obvious pout. The gesture soothed you a little, and you lowered the intensity of your glare. You didn't lower it completely, though—the Mob Boss’s insult had stung more than you’d like to admit.

The bookie extended a hand in your direction and the other in the duo’s direction. “_____, meet Niki and Jungwon. Niki and Jungwon, meet _____. These two will be your personal escorts for the night and will also check to see if you’re lying about the results of the bet or not.”

Right. The bet. You’d nearly forgotten about it, with all the chaos going on around you, but now the terms of the bet were clear as day in your mind. It was a simple bet—one that favoured you no matter the outcome. If you weren’t the least bit entertained by the first race that was about to start, Heeseung would have to leave early–missing the second and third race–to drive you home. If you were entertained, however, you'd have to wait for all three races to end for him to find a racer—yes, a car racer, the people you had promised yourself you’d stay away from—to get you home. Either way, you would end up with a favourable outcome, but you had an incredibly competitive spirit. And Niki, despite annoying you, was certainly adding fuel to the fire burning within you.

It was your turn to smirk, as Niki started complaining about the whole ordeal to Heeseung, but you tuned him out as you imagined your incredibly smug–and incredibly embarrassing–victory dance you were going to put on. The taste of victory was already on the tip of your tongue and nobody, not even Niki, could get in your way.

VI – Mr. Nishimura’s 43%

Correction: Niki couldn’t get in your way, but he certainly tried.

As Jungwon and Niki had led you to a set of bleachers close to the tracks, there’d been palpable tension in the air. Unlike the tension between you and Heeseung that’d been charged by some form of unidentifiable electricity, that tension had been charged by Niki’s sharp glare on your back. When you’d tripped on your way to the lowest bleacher, you’d been convinced it had something to do with the whiny Mob Boss and that was just a taste of what he had planned in store for you.

Were you scared he was going to kill you before the night ended? Yes, most definitely. But, were you a petty person with a strange need to prove people wrong? Also, yes.

So, instead of letting his glower and haughty attitude get to you, you decided to strike up a conversation with the two of them. You yelled, loud enough to be heard over the chatter and intermittent bike revs, “So, Heeseung mentioned a bet?”

Sitting on the bleacher right behind yours, you could hear Niki’s exasperated sigh. He still relented, probably because he didn’t mind the attention, and mumbled, “Jungwon bet that I would fail my Math CSAT with less than 40%.”

You held back a snort, barely. “So, you didn’t fail?”

“Nope!” His voice was cheery—finally clear of the previous contempt that had been there, but the irony wasn’t lost on you. The snort escaped. “I failed with a 43%.”

“So, let me just get this straight,” another snort, “Jungwon is wearing that collar because you failed your Math CSAT with 3% more than he bet?”

“Mhm. He also has to address me like I’m his boss!”

“And, is this a regular occurrence?”

“I mean, he doesn’t always bet on my test grades, but he always loses.” Niki laughed heartily, and his age shined through as he said, “That’s kinda lame, don’t you think?”

Before you could even respond, the subject himself interrupted you two with a harsh cough. “The race’s starting, Mr. Nishimura.”

The low rumble of several bikes revving at the same time drew your attention back to the tracks and, true to Jungwon’s word, the bikers were getting ready. The tracks held multiple lanes, and about a dozen racers were walking their monstrous bikes to the starting line. Of the dozen racers, you recognised Winter, who winked at you when you waved and yelled, and Sunghoon. They, along with the others, were gearing themselves up with their helmets and other safety wear, moments away from participating in the first illegal race you were ever going to witness.

The crowd was watching the bikers as well, hooting and cheering for different people. All their yells melted into one supportive chant that had your heart beating along to their tune, pumping adrenaline all the while. It was hard to breathe with all the exhaust in the air, and the lack of air conditioning had you sweating buckets, but you pushed all that to the back of your mind. The race was about to start and something was telling you it was going to be a life-changing event to witness.

Niki tapped your back, startling you out of the excitement building up inside you. You didn’t have to turn around to see the smirk on his face as he said, “Remember, _____, there’s a bet going on. Crack even the slightest smile, and you’re kissing victory away.”

You gulped slightly and took a few, deep breaths, preparing yourself for what might just be the hardest thing you’d ever do.

VII – Death Valley’s Ace

“Well?”

The race was over and, just as you’d thought, it’d been quite a life-changing experience. It’d started and finished in less than ten minutes, but it had felt longer as time stretched on with every turn of the wheels. Winter, Sunghoon, and one other biker had taken the lead the entire time, which had eventually turned into Winter and Sunghoon fighting toe to toe. Finally, Winter took home the winner’s title after an impressive acceleration past the finish line. The utter happiness that had stretched her lips as she’d embraced Karina resonated within you, but—being the competitive person you were—you’d kept all of that, and any other emotion, tucked deep down inside.

However, Niki had the eye of a hawk on you the entire time, and you weren’t sure if your stoic, disinterested acting had been enough to convince him.

So, here you stood, gaze bouncing between the student and the bookie, waiting for Niki’s judgement with bated breath.

Really, you were fine with either outcome, but the certain look on Heeseung’s face when you’d struck the bet and Niki’s jabs throughout the race had fuelled a determination to win that surprised you. Now, the intense feeling of all or nothing had your heart racing and your palms sweating. Could you survive if you didn’t win? Hypothetically, yes. But, then, everybody would have to suffer through your second rendition of Shakespeare and you didn’t think anyone wanted that.

You bit your lower lip, as Niki began to speak.

“_____ wins.”

For a moment, both you and Heeseung were frozen with shock, and then you blinked once, twice, and let out a big whoop. Next, you subjected Niki, Heeseung, Jungwon, and anyone within your vicinity to the horribly lame, but well deserved, victory dance you came up with earlier. While everyone cringed visibly, the fire in you was finally quenched and you could look forward to the rest of the races with less nerves.

At least, that’d what you thought, until Heeseung sighed and pulled out a ring of keys. “Well… I guess I’ve gotta drive you home now.”

You froze again, this time remembering all the terms of the bet. So caught up in your need to win, you’d forgotten that Heeseung would drive you home if you won. And, you had won, so that was what he was supposed to do. Except…

“Uhm, Heeseung.”

He hummed a response, avoiding your gaze by fanning himself with his hand.

“You don’t have to drive me home—well, at least not now.”

Heeseung fixed you with incredulous eyes, Niki’s gaze was obviously on you despite his tinted shades, while Jungwon laughed to himself. You realised, partly in horror, that he knew you’d beenacting all along. Naturally, you expected him to say anything, but he stayed quiet, watching Heeseung and Niki freak out beside him.

“But, you can’t!” Niki pointed at you, with a firm frown on his lips. “A bet’s a bet, and you can’t break the rules. You won, unfortunately, so now Heeseung has to drive you home. That’s how bets work, _____, in case you weren’t aware.”

Heeseung recovered from his shock quick enough to say, “I mean, there weren’t any witnesses when we struck the bet, so… And it’s not like we shook on it or anything.”

The student shook his head in disapproval and muttered, “Typical Heeseung.”

“Oh, shut up,” Heeseung’s eyes widened with a realisation, and he was so excited he looked like he was about to explode, “This means I can finally hand Sunoo’s ass to him. Hell yeah!”

“Sunoo’s racing?”

His eyes widened once again with another realisation, one that caused him to whisper something in Jungwon’s ear and rush off in the direction of the garage. Niki’s look of disapproval followed him all the way there, while Jungwon gave a little wave.

You raised an eyebrow. “Where’s he going?”

For the second time that night, Jungwon spoke, but it was a low murmur of, “To get ready for the second race. And, to kick some ass.”

Niki frowned at Jungwon, probably because he broke one of the terms of their bet by speaking of his own volition, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he rested a hand on his hip and sighed tiredly, “The second race is just a bunch of losers trying to one-up each other. They do it all the time, even though there’s only ever been one winner.”

“One winner.” Behind Jungwon and Niki, most of the crowd was dispersing in the direction of the exit. The only people left were Karina, Winter, Taehyun, and some other mechanics. Most of them were either sitting on the bleachers and jeering some bikers on from the sides or conversing between themselves. Your gaze travelled back to the duo, asking distractedly, “And who may that be?”

“Park Jong—”

“Jay,” Jungwon said, cutting off Niki with a ghost of a smile hovering on his lips. His eyes remained focused on you, ignoring the irritated blond beside him. “Jay Park; Death Valley’s ace. He can bike, he can race, he can dance, he can sing—he can do it all. And, he does it all with a cheerful smile on his face and hearts in his eyes that rival the most lovestruck anime lead. Striking the hearts of everyone, he wins race after race and reminds bikers everywhere that, while he’s around, there will be no other ace. Why? Because the one true ace is Park Jongseong.”

You almost expected a drop-dead gorgeous man to walk in after that monologue with long, wavy hair flowing behind him and a heart-wrenching OST playing in the background. But no one walked up behind Jungwon, much to your dismay, and you spared his blank face a glance. “You would make a good news presenter. Or, an entertaining emcee. Ever considered a career in either?"

He nodded shortly and smiled a little, sneaking a glance in Niki’s direction. “I’m actually the emcee for tonight.”

“What? But, Jake said—”

Almost like someone up there enjoyed toying with Niki and his feelings, the roar of a loud bike interrupted him. Time slowed a bit, as the three of you threw a glance in the direction of the tracks and spotted the appearance of a new person. They were seated on a motorcycle that oddly resembled the one from Grease, with some modern twists on it. The body of a classic Honda CL77 had been heavily modified to accommodate larger-than-life tyres, high handles, and an engine with the roar of a lion—not to mention the other mods you weren’t sure were totally legal. The biker, themselves, was clearly out of breath, resting on the handles of the bike as they tried to somewhat catch their breath. Then, with a heavy inhale, they raised their head, flipped the visor of their helmet, and yelled, “Sorry I’m late! Lecture ran a bit long.”

Then, you blinked and it was like time was back to normal. Some of the other bikers approached the newcomer with large smiles on their faces, others waved, while you were standing next to Jungwon and Niki with wide eyes. The biker removed their helmet, revealing a short mane of dirty blond hair, and you swallowed visibly.

Your thumb shook a little, as you jabbed it in the biker’s direction. “Who is… who is that?”

Jungwon noticed your obvious… interest in the newcomer, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he cleared his throat and started, “Jay Park; Death Valley’s ace. He can bike, he can race—”

“We get it!” Niki flicked a strand of hair out of his line of sight, huffing, before crossing his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you just eat his entire boot, while you’re licking it, hmm?”

“Are you jealous?” Jungwon raised an eyebrow, face otherwise blank.

“No.” He shifted his weight onto his right foot, and you could imagine an eye roll behind his glasses. “I’m really not. I just think I should be the one you’re talking about like that since you lost the bet and all.”

The brunet smirked. “So, you’re jealous?”

“Oh, my—I am not jealous. I,” he faltered, realising how worked up he was getting and cleared his throat with a dismissal wave of his hand, “You should go get in the booth. Jay and Heeseung will be ready soon.”

Even though Jungwon snorted, he didn’t comment further on the topic. Instead, he swivelled in your direction and cocked his head. “Well? Time to bet.”

“I think _____’s too busy ogling Jay to think straight at this point.”

You smacked Niki’s chest lightly, mumbling a low, “Shut up.”

He stared at his chest, blinking for a few moments, before he threw his head back with a dramatic sigh. “What did I ever do to deserve—”

“For the following Death Valley race, meant to serve as a display of duelling egos, the lineup will be the same as always,” Jungwon says dryly, cutting off the blonde. He ignored Niki’s gasp and continued, deadpanning, “That lineup consists of Sim Jaeyun, Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunwoo, Lee Heeseung, and Park Jongseong. As a newcomer, you’re required to bet to watch an informal race. Otherwise, I’ll have to kick you off the premises.”

“Really?”

“No,” he cracked a grin, “But I’ll blindfold you so you can’t see anything.”

You laughed nervously, eyes flitting in Niki’s direction. “Is he joking or…? I have a feeling he’s not joking.”

Niki shrugged, and you took that as a sign to start considering the lineup.

Out of all the names he’d mentioned, there wasn’t one you didn’t recognise. First, there was the infamous Jake—the man you’d heard so many rumours about that you’d just assumed he was some scary figure. Because of that, you mentally crossed him off your list without a second thought. Next, there was Sunghoon. While the few words you’d exchanged with him had been pleasant, you’d noticed how a few of his mistakes in the previous race had cost him victory. So, with that in mind, you crossed him off your list as well.

That left you with Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jay. All three seemed promising enough to win, judging from what you knew. Riding with Sunoo had given you a taste of his skills, skills you were sure would improve in an actual racing setting. Heeseung, while you hadn’t had any experience with his biking skills, seemed to have a lot of knowledge on motorcycles and their ins and outs. That was definitely promising, among a list of extremely skilled bikers. And Jay’s reputation clearly preceded him, judging from the way the duo had talked about him.

You massaged your temples, groaning. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to make such a hard decision in my life. This is too much for me.”

“Well,” Jungwon tsked a little, “Time’s ticking.”

You spared the tracks a glance one more time. Jay wasn’t there anymore; he’d probably disappeared off into the garage to get ready for the race. But, Heeseung was back, laughing loudly and boisterously with some of the bikers you didn’t recognise. Closer to the bleachers, Sunoo was receiving what looked like a scolding from Winter and Karina, obvious due to the red tinge to his ears. He caught your eye, flushing further when he realised someone was watching, and you laughed quietly to yourself.

Finally, you looked back at Jungwon, with your mind made up. You fished out a wad of money, placed it in Jungwon’s outstretched hand, and leaned in. A name slipped past your lips, raising Jungwon’s brows a little, but he still nodded and accepted your money without a comment.

A whisper of a name was all that was needed to get your heart racing like it’d been earlier. But, this time, there was no crowd—at least, not much of one. It was just a select group of people, the tracks, and some bikers. Despite that, your heart was still beating, like it was getting ready to jump out of your chest, and you were smiling widely.

Despite your initial resistance to Death Valley, you’d found yourself anticipating your second race featuring none other than Death Valley’s ace himself.

VIII – WatchMojo’s Top 10 Romantic K-Drama Moments

Just a few minutes later, all the bikers were lined up at the starting line and ready for the second race of the night. From your seat on the highest bleacher, next to a grumbling Niki, you had a clear view of the array of motorcycles and their riders. However, the people weren’t the ones who’d piqued your interest, the vehicles were. They were loud—even the ones with a gentle purr instead of a roar—bulky, and scary, and you loved it.

You loved it so much, in fact, that you nearly missed Jungwon’s introduction.

“Welcome once again to Death Valley: Uncensored; a bimonthly race where five bikers with inflated egos drive motorcycles around to see whose ego will be ridiculously inflated for the night!” Jungwon’s sardonic voice came from the speakers surrounding the bleachers, startling you for a moment.

As two of the bikers, Sunoo and Heeseung, glared at the booth a few metres behind you, you remembered that he was speaking into a mic up there and not hovering around you. A deep breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in slowly escaped you.

“As usual, this is MC Jungwon—here to add some commentary to the sound of tyres turning.”

The sound of a bike revving followed his statement.

“Thank you for that,” he remarked dryly, cleared his throat, and continued, “Without further ado, let’s get into the introductions now.”

There was a bit of a buzz from the audience at that—some slow clapping, hollers, and even cheers. And, of course, a giant whoop from you as well.

Niki visibly cringed and put a noticeable distance between you and him. He grimaced, muttering, “What did I do to ever deserve this?”

“Hey, I—“

“Starting from the edge closest to the audience, we have the man who puts the ‘death’ in Death Valley. He has a dark gaze to match the strict persona he tries—but fails—to put on. His skills are impressive but not as impressive as his students who’ve surpassed him. Yes, give it up for… Sim Jake!”

All night, whenever you’d heard of Jake, you had conjured up an image of a tall, intimidating figure with insane muscles that could snap you in half in a heartbeat. However, the smiley man who flipped up his helmet’s visor to jokingly glare in the direction of the booth was not like that at all. Yes, his leather vest did reveal frightening biceps, but he was more toned than muscular and just not scary. You couldn’t even remember how you had found him scary, as something inside you melted over his gummy smile.

As if she’d been reading your mind, Winter smirked knowingly from the bleacher below yours. You returned an embarrassed grin.

“To Jake’s left, we have Mr. Fast and Furious. Fast to describe his speed and furious to describe his mood. The only thing that can make Mr. Furious a little less furious are a pair of skates and… well that’s it. He rides his bike with the grace of a swan and I wouldn’t be surprised if he twirled atop it one day. It’s Death Valley’s favourite glider—Park Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon, clad in all-black leather and a flipped down helmet visor, flipped Jungwon off and you swore you heard some muffled giggles from the other bikers. When he moved in their direction, though, the giggles quickly died down. You muffled a laugh of your own.

“Moving on quickly, next up is Death Valley’s drama queen himself. With the looks of royalty, and the temperament to match, he parades around like a monarch. That is, until Crabbers’s involved. Then, he’s the humblest servant with more than enough patience to serve. Mhm, it’s none other than Kim Sunwoo!”

Sunoo didn’t take much offence to his introduction. Instead, he gave a stiff wave, similar to the ones the royals gave, and nodded gravely in all directions. He only paused his dramatic imitation of monarchs to give his bike a friendly pat. Winter and Karina snorted audibly at his actions, causing him to cough slightly in embarrassment.

“Thank you so much for that, Your Majesty.” A short pause followed, filled with the bikers’ laughter and probably an eye-roll from Jungwon. “Then, we have Lee Heeseung. Yes, the sly and shady businessman with shadier business practices. Is he hiding some of our earnings from us? Probably. Will we ever find out? Only time will tell! Only Lee Heeseung can leave us with this much suspense.”

You’d already concluded that Heeseung was a shameless man, but his somewhat proud reaction further confirmed that. He nodded in acknowledgement, two hands placed over his chest, and a sharp glint in his eyes. Flipping down his visor, he gestured for the non-existent applause and cheers to come to an end with dismissive waves of his hand.

“Finally, last but not least, Park Jongseong!”

A stifling silence followed Jungwon’s enthusiastic shout, as the biker rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“This is when you’re supposed to clap. Clap.”

A slow clap rose from the audience and some of the bikers, while Jay continued to make flustered movements.

Meanwhile, Jungwon seemed to be satisfied with the applause and continued. “The man I’m about to introduce is a very important person. Not only is he one of the best bikers in the ‘Valley, but he can race, cook, dance, and sing as well. Even with his many talents, he chose to race and decided to grace our presence here. We should always be grateful to him for choosing such a… such a wonderful place, among all the other options out there. Give a big round of applause for Park Jongseong!”

This time, the claps were louder and more enthusiastic and even a few whoops were heard—from someone you would forever vehemently deny was you. The biker looked like he’s about to melt from all the praise Jungwon gave him, but your smitten self thought every bit of it was well-deserved.

But, you didn’t have much time to dwell on Jay’s adorable mannerisms because Jungwon swiftly segued into the main section of the introduction.

“Now, that we’re well acquainted with all the racers, we can get on with the main event of the night—the races. In the first race, the five participants will bike around the usual, circular track three times. Then, the winner and the closest runner-ups will go head to head in a car race around the tracks five times. As usual, the prize for these races is nothing, except bragging rights.” A snort escaped the audience at that. “Anyways, the race will begin soon. Racers, get ready.”

Even though there weren’t any prizes, the bikers checked and double-checked their motorcycles one last time like the race determined whether they lived after this night. It almost seemed like it truly was a life or death situation, considering the tense atmosphere in the air. But, really, it was nothing more than a friendly race between a group of close friends, making their actions seem a bit dramatic. You couldn’t say much though; just a few moments ago you’d lied about your emotions just to win an inconsequential bet.

And, you weren’t complaining either. Their serious nature charged the air with a certain type of electricity that built up an increasing amount of anticipation in you. Your hands were sweating in the best way, your heart was beating faster, and you couldn’t rip your eyes off the five bikers lined up. Was it a life or death situation? No. But, was your heart pounding like it was? Certainly.

Everyone around you seemed to catch onto the shift in the atmosphere—even Niki, who’d been disinterested the entire time. He leaned forward on his knees, as the last couple of bikers got back onto their bikes, lips pursed in anticipation. As Heeseung finally got on his vehicle, a blanket of silence settled over the bleachers.

The bikers were ready for the race, and so were you.

“At the sound of the horn, the race starts.”

A couple of bikes revved, and you wiped your sweaty hands against your thighs.

“Ready?”

Subconsciously, you nodded in response, gripping your thighs tighter.

“Set.”

There weren’t many seconds left now, but there was still time for your heart to considerably race up. Your eyes never left the tracks—they couldn’t, the rough gravel had a vice grip on you. You were so focused on waiting for the blare of the horn that your body froze. The only part of you that wasn’t left paralysed in anticipation was your hands, which repeatedly clenched and unclenched in their spot on your thighs. Even breathing felt wrong in the few moments leading up to the loud blow of the horn. You were biting your lower lip, nibbling away at the skin there. Just any second now, any second now, any sec—

The horn went off.

It was a loud sound that reverberated from the speakers surrounding you, shocking you for a moment. Then, your eyes snapped away from the gravel to the bikers speeding off on the track.

You couldn’t tell who was in the lead and who was lagging behind. To you, it was just a blur of tyres, cool steel, and the night sky blending into one dark body. It was a beautiful sight, watching them race off into the night without a care in the world. Even from your seat on the bleachers, you could taste the humid air on your tongue and feel the wind tickling the tips of your ears.

Just as they disappeared from your sight, probably off to race a part of the track further away from you, Jungwon’s voice came through the speakers. “And now, unexpectedly, Heeseung is in the lead! There’s quite some distance between him and the person behind him, Sunoo. These two seem like the most promising prospects for grand winners for now, with no signs of someone catching up to them.”

Where you were, aside from Jungwon’s narration, it was quiet. You were clenching your thighs, and biting your lower lip, even though all you could see was the starry sky. There wasn’t even the roar of a bike or two to remind you of the presence of the bikes. Yet, somehow, it still felt so… loud. It was almost like you were on a bike yourself, with the gentle and constant hum of the engine blaring in your ears. The wind wasn’t blowing, not in the slightest, but you could imagine its harsh drag against you as you rode a motorcycle beside the bikers. You almost snorted aloud at your thoughts, considering how you’d gone from fearing Death Valley and all it meant to imagining yourself in a race of your own.

So immersed in your thoughts, Jungwon’s urgent voice shocked you when he spoke again. Not like the horn had, but enough for you to yelp and earn a look from Niki.

“Oh—Oh! It seems that just as Heeseung and Sunoo are approaching the end of their first lap, a third racer’s closing in on them. It’s—wait a minute,” a few rustles came through while you all kept your eyes peeled for any sign of the third person, “Oh, wow, who would’ve—Coming up in third place is Jay!”

Just as Jungwon yelled it, the three of them came into view once again. It was hard to tell who was in the lead, no matter how hard you kept your eyes peeled. All you knew was that it was a close tie between who started their second lap first, as all you saw was a blur of greys and blacks crossing the finish line.

“Wow, I don’t think it’s ever been this close,” Niki yelled over the noise of the motorcycles.

All he received from you was a low hum. You were busy trying your best to keep up with the three, even as they got further and further away. You couldn’t help losing sight of them when they blended into the night sky once again. As they did, the remaining two started their second lap, Jungwon commented on it, but you were too busy thinking about who would win the race to pay attention at that point.

Your money—a small amount of your money, but still your money—was resting on the shoulders of one of those three. Similar to before, it wouldn’t really harm you if you lost those few notes, but, your wallet and you would prefer it if you held onto them for a bit longer. You started nervously biting your lower lip, anticipating the start of the third and final lap.

“... The trio in the lead are approaching the starting line once again! As they start their final lap, the race will get incredibly intense. All eyes will be on them, thoughts filled with the obvious question: Who will win? Will it be Heeseung? Sunoo? Jay? Time will only tell when—Oh, here they come!”

With the three nearing the starting line, it got louder once again. The sound of the tyres turning against the gravel, the explosive engines running, and some cheers from the crowd were all accompaniments to the last lap between the three. The loud pounding of your heart and the blood rushing in your ears were also accompaniments, which you were honestly surprised no one else could hear.

Your eyes were darting around quickly, you were worrying away at your bottom lip, and they crossed the starting line once again. This time, different from the other times, their individual bikes were easier to distinguish. Or, perhaps, your eyes were adjusting to recognise them. Either way, you finally noticed Heeseung was lagging behind Sunoo and Jay—something you hadn’t seen coming. However, Sunoo and Jay remained toe to toe for the most part. You were sure Jungwon was giving commentary about what you were seeing right now, and adding clarification, but you couldn’t focus on that. It was just you, the bikes, and the tracks. Everything else faded into the background, as their bikes blended into the sky for the last time this night.

A tap from Niki broke you from your haze, although reluctantly. You raised an eyebrow in question, still peeking at the tracks from the corner of your eye.

“Who did you bet on?” The blonde stroked his chin dramatically, smirking. “You seem nervous.”

“I’m not nervous, I just,” a quick glance at the tracks, “I’m just really immersed in the race.”

He didn’t budge though. Instead, he singsonged, “_____’s going to lose a bet. _____’s going to be a loser.”

“Shut up, I—”

“You bet on Sunoo, right?” He pouted in mock pity, before grinning widely. “You should’ve bet on Jay, you loser. Everyone knows he always wins.”

“I…” You trailed off slowly, as time seemed to slow down for the second time this night.

Everything was as clear as day to you. The smooth curves of Sunoo’s bike, the grey steel on Jay’s, the ripples of the wind against their loose clothing, and the chequered line they were racing towards. One moment, it seemed like they were head to head, almost an equal tie. Then, with a loud rev that rivalled the volume of the blood rushing in your ears, Jay accelerated across the finish line first.

With loud clapping, whoops, and a standing ovation from the audience, time returned to normal. Sunoo crossed the finish line probably not a second later, and so did Heeseung not too long after. Jungwon was saying something from the speakers, but you couldn’t hear all of that. You were just staring at Jay—somewhat amazed and somewhat terrified—with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Almost like he felt your eyes on him, he moved his head in your direction, and you freaked out immediately. He might not have even been staring at you, but you still made an effort to calm yourself down just in case he was.

The sound of Niki gagging interrupted you. “Oh, my God. Get a fucking room, please. I’ve been subjected to enough suffering for one day, _____, don’t make it worse.”

“I wasn’t even doing anything,” you retorted, but your words were chewed. In your mind, you were still replaying the moment when Jay had turned in your direction and internally swooning over it. Your eyes widened as you realised Niki’s judgemental gaze was still on your obviously flustered state, and you coughed. “Is staring at someone a crime now?”

“Actually, yes. I’m not the smartest person on Earth, but even I know staring at someone like that can be grounds for harassment. At least… I think.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Half our laws are fucked and the others aren’t even upheld properly.”

You nodded solemnly. “True.”

He nodded along with you, until he realised what he was doing and groaned. “Yes, but that’s not the point! Instead of staring at him like a creep, why don’t you go down there and congratulate him yourself?”

“Congratulate him?” Your eyes grew wide, whipping your head in Niki’s direction. “Uh, no, thank you. I’d rather admire his skills from here, a good distance away from him.”

“Why? Is it because you lost your money because you didn’t bet on him? And now you’re too embarrassed to face him?” There was a smug grin on his face and a teasing tone in his voice, and you’d never wanted to throttle someone more.

You smiled sweetly, clenching your teeth. “I didn’t lose my money. Actually, I—”

“_____!”

“Huh?” Your mouth worked faster than your brain, clearly, because you realised a second after your reply that the person who had called you was Jay himself. You stifled your gasp with a bite of your lower lip and settled for a short wave instead.

Niki giggled at your awkward movements, earning a slight smack from you. He groaned. “Hey, _____! You can’t hit me, I’m a minor.”

You snorted, turning in Niki’s direction, but you tried to hide it with a cough in case Jay was still looking. “That shit only works on Twitter, you idiot.”

Before he could respond with something, you felt a light tap on your back. For a few seconds, you were frozen, scared that Jay had somehow managed to creep up on you in a couple of seconds. Then, Niki, recognising your dilemma, told you it was Jungwon and you released a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding in.

“Oh, my God, Jungwon,” you exhaled, turning around, “I was so scared you were Jay.”

“I’m not,” he deadpanned, “but it’s funny you mention Jay actually.”

With a smirk on your face, you raised your nose slightly in the air. “You’re here to give me my money back, right?”

He nodded, pulling out your notes from his jeans’ pocket, but there was a suspicious smile forming on his lips.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Jungwon feigned innocence, but the smile was still on his face.

You accepted your money with narrowed eyes. “There’s something else, isn’t there? Is there a catch? Hidden terms and conditions? That’s false advertising, you know? I can sue you with my… my three 5,000 won bills.”

His smile only grew wider, while he shrugged.

“No, you can’t just shrug like that! You have to tell me.”

“Well, since you practically begged to know, I’ll tell you.” He leaned in closer, cupping his hands around his mouth like he was telling you some sort of important secret. You leaned in as well, eyebrows furrowed. “Since Jay came late, no one bet on him except you. So, now, he’s convinced you’re a good luck charm and he wants you to ride with him for the final race. To secure his victory and all that.”

You paused. “Never mind, you didn’t have to tell me. I want to go back to before I knew that.”

Niki hummed. “So, that’s why Jay called you.”

“Yeah, I called you before that, but it’s like you have Jay tunnel vision or something.”

Niki giggled again, but you didn't smack him this time. Rather, you buried your head in your hands and slumped down into your seat. The scene was reminiscent of when you’d thought you were going to die in the abandoned subway and decided to have a meltdown before thinking of a way to get out of there. You could’ve laughed at the irony of how you’d come full circle in just a couple of hours, but you chose to mumble obscenities underneath your breath instead. It was way less productive, but much more cathartic and that was exactly what you needed.

However, Jungwon didn’t let you finish. He poked you halfway through and murmured, “You should probably look up, _____.”

“No,” your voice came off as a whine, but that was the least of your worries when your kinda-crush-but-not-really-because-you-only-met-him-a-few-minutes-ago wanted you to ride in his car with him, “I’m going to keep my face glued to my legs, and my ass glued to this bleacher for the rest of my life. Or, until the bleacher rusts and falls out from under me. I don’t know, whichever one comes first.”

“Uh, I think you should really look up. Like, now.”

“Mm-mm. I’m fine here.”

“_____, it’s—”

“_____, right? Is everything okay?”

That, specifically that voice, made you freeze. You’d only heard it twice before, from a distance and in a loud yell, but you could still recognise that deep timbre. Looking up into Jay’s dark eyes, filled with warmth and concern, confirmed your suspicions all at once.

Immediately, you unfroze—your eyes widened, your hands flailed, and you lost your balance on the bleacher.

Your stomach flipped and you squeezed your eyes shut, as you felt yourself falling backwards at a worrying speed. There was no railing to stop your fall, so it was just you hurtling towards the ground with your eyes closed.

That was, until a pair of toned arms wrapped around you, wrapping around your waist and supporting you from behind. Your eyes flew open, meeting Jay’s once again. You stifled a gasp.

The muscles of his arms were very apparent against you, tensing and flexing against the small of your back. His fingers, strained with the effort to keep you suspended midair, shifted across the tiny patch of skin that’d been exposed during your fall. He was pressed against you in other areas, body moulded to yours, as he kept moving his hold on you. You didn’t understand what he was doing—you were much more preoccupied with your near-death experience and now your drama-worthy rescue—until he murmured, “Grab my chest.”

Your brain short circuited.

You almost stammered out a confused question until your gaze finally left his eyes, and flickered down to the rest of his face. He was biting his lower lip furiously, jaw clenched and sweating buckets. Coupled with the way you could feel his arms shifting and tensing against you, you realised your weight was putting a strain on his arms. You almost felt embarrassed for it, and for being in this situation in the first place, but you also realised commenting on it wouldn’t help anything. Instead, you disregarded what he had said and looped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close to him as you did.

Averting your eyes from his flushed face, you asked, “Is that better?”

He nodded, grunted, and muttered, “Brace yourself.”

In one huge movement, Jay tensed his arms against your back and pulled you forward. The change in position had you toppling again, this time forward, but he was ready. His arms never left your back, instead he used his hold on you to pull you against him. Slowly, his arms moved from low against your waist to circle you in a hug.

You felt his chest heaving against yours, probably from the effort he put into holding you up. But, he didn’t let you feel guilty for it at all, as he stepped back to stare earnestly into your eyes and asked, “Are you okay? Do you need anything? That could’ve been quite the fall.”

You were stunned, eyes still wide and shaky from the fall, and you couldn’t seem to muster any words.

But, of course, Niki always had something to say. Holding onto Jungwon, he pretended to throw up. “Jungwon, please, erase what I just had to witness from my eyes.”

“No can do.” The brunette shrugged off Niki’s hold from him, a grimace on his face. “I honestly wish I could though.”

“Uhm, hello?” You whipped your head in their direction, eyes narrowed. “Are we forgetting that I could’ve died back there?”

“You were not going to die, _____.” Niki rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the area behind the bleacher. “One, these bleachers aren’t that high off the ground. Two, there’s literal padding all around the ground in case people like you decide to lose their balance and re-enact a WatchMojo Top 10 Romantic K-Drama Moments.”

Jungwon nodded along to his words, while you spluttered quietly. The sentence you managed to put together was still somewhat disjointed, but it managed to get out properly and that was all that mattered. “Well, I-I, I thought I was going to die, so, same difference!”

“Not same difference, _____, it’s—”

Jay’s loud chuckle cut off Niki. The loud sound disrupted the two of you, eyes softening from their harsh glares at each other at the sight of the smile on his face. Instantly, you couldn’t even remember what you’d been arguing about with Niki, instead, his wide smile and scrunched-up eyes were all that were on your mind. A fond smile pulled at your lips, one you tried to smother, but failed.

Jungwon noticed it and snorted lightly. He mumbled, “So down bad that you’re playing limbo with the devil at this point.”

“Hm? I didn’t get that.” Jay’s eyes grew wide with confusion, and his expression had the same effect on you as the last one.

This time, you were more careful and hid your upturned lips, simultaneously clearing your throat. “An… inside joke.”

The look on Jungwon’s face said he was considering telling Jay the truth, but he just shook his head to himself and sighed instead. His gaze moved from you to Jay with an arched eyebrow. “Well, Jay? You came here for a reason, right?”

“Oh—right,” Jay somewhat sobered up from his laughter but there was still a soft smile on his face as he focused on you, “_____, I’m really thankful you bet on me. Honestly, I was kinda bummed out earlier cause I thought there’d be no one betting for me. So, thank you for that.”

His eyes were sparkling—with earnest, pure gratefulness—but, to you, stars were swirling in his eyes. They were plentiful and bright, shining brighter than any full moon could. You were sure you could’ve even connected the stars to form constellation upon constellation. His eyes, bright and starry, had quickly become your favourite feature of his, making it hard for you to avert yours before he caught onto your obvious fondness of him.

But, you managed and chewed out a soft, “Yeah, it’s no problem. I was actually trying to save my money, and you seemed like the best bet, so… yeah, I bet on you.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help, _____. Feel free to bet on me anytime! I can’t promise I’ll always win, but I can promise I’ll do better, knowing you bet on me.” He ended off with a flirty wink and a little bout of laughter, and you were sure you were about to melt into a puddle right there and then.

Niki groaned. “Oh, my God, please, for the love of God and everything good, get a room before I get one for you!”

“We’re not—”

“Sure.” Jay sneaked a sly glance your way, something shy of a bashful smirk on his lips. “I just need _____’s permission first. I can’t exactly whisk someone off into my car without warning, now, can I?”

Oh, right.

Just moments ago, Jungwon had told you why Jay had wanted to talk to you in the first place, but the entire nearly-dying thing and Jay’s arms around you and Jay’s eyes—Jay’s eyes—had managed to infiltrate your mind, pushing the memory of it away. But, now, you remembered. Jay, the very pretty man in front of you with stars in his eyes, wanted you, the average uni student with no filter who had mini-meltdowns at any minor inconvenience, to ride in his car with him because he believed you were good luck.

You literally couldn’t believe it.

Sensing your hesitation, Jay raised his hands up and clarified what he said. “I mean, not for anything weird or something like that! I’d just, if you’d be comfortable with it, like someone else in my car with me when I race. Kinda like a good luck charm, y’know? Only if you’re comfortable though.”

“I…” You trailed off, considering your options. On one hand, you could say no and go home with your heart intact. You’d never thought of yourself as a hopeless romantic or someone who believed in love at first sight, but if you stayed close to Jay for any longer, you would have to reconsider your perspective on love. Then, on the other hand, you could ride with Jay in a race and potentially have the experience of a lifetime.

You were about to make your decision when Niki let out a loud scoff. “_____’s going. No protesting, you’re going to thank me later. Both of you.”

“I was going to say yes, anyway,” you replied with a roll of your eyes, but there wasn’t much effort put into it.

Jay smiled, a sight you were getting used to seeing but somehow still couldn’t get enough of. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You returned a smile of your own, then cleared your throat and put on your best telemarketer voice. “For the small price of a million won, you can consider me your own lucky charm for the night. But, since you asked so nicely and you have a nice smile, I’ve decided to give you a full-price discount.”

“Well, lucky charm,” Jay extended his leather jacket-clad elbow to you with a crooked grin, mimicking a posh British voice, “I think it’d be best if you were introduced to our ride of the night, now, wouldn’t it?”

You locked elbows with him, a smile growing on your face. “Yes, I think that’d be best, Mr. Park.”

“Mr. Park?” He arched an eyebrow, leaning into your face. “Please, call me Jay.”

“And, you can call me—”

“Dead,” Niki grit through clenched teeth. “At least, that’s what you two will be if I have to watch this for any longer.”

Without another warning from Niki, elbows intertwined, you and Jay scurried off towards Death Valley’s Garage. A third race was waiting for Jay, ready to determine whether he would go home with the title of the grand winner or not, and you were more than ready for it as well.

IX – Expensive and Illegal

From all you’d seen of him, you had expected Park Jonseong to be a cocky biker with an ego larger than life, but he was nothing like that at all. You hadn’t been talking to him for long—the distance between the tracks and the car section of the Death Valley Garage wasn’t much—but you were already learning more about him. He was a second-year business management major at Suwon National as well, who had moved from Washington, USA for university. One thing had led to another and here he was now, the ace of a decently popular illegal biking ring. His softer, mellower personality—at least, compared to everyone else you’d met so far—was the complete contrast of what anyone would picture from that description, but somehow it fit him. The only part of his personality that fit the cocky biker image you had of him in your head was his tendency to crack flirty, but still bashfully ‘Jay’ jokes.

And that was all he was doing now. He was leading you through a separate part of Death Valley Garage, lined with cars you weren’t sure were legal, and cracking jokes all the while. Most of them were lame and cornier than anything, but seeing him smile was something you found yourself enjoying more and more.

Jay smiled particularly wide as he made his way to a sleek, grey car with a smooth and modern design. He patted the hood of the car gently, a fond look in his eyes, before looking back up at you. “Here’s our ride for the night.”

“Wow, it looks…” you trailed off, fully taking in the car.

It looked brand new and spotless, the top coat of paint still fresh and untouched by anything. The moon’s rays reflected off the shiny, glossy grey covering most of the car’s body, complimenting its cool hue. From where you were standing, you could see a few details Jay had probably added—a thin, black line tracing the edges of the car, a custom-made licence plate printed with his name, and a tiny print of something you couldn’t see along the inner border of the hood.

It screamed many things at you, but it mainly screamed two things. You spared Jay a glance. “It looks expensive and illegal.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it is—well, it was legal before I got it modded. It’s a newer model too, so it wasn’t easy getting my hands on it.”

Your eyes widened, as you whistled underneath your breath. “A newer model? You must be fucking loaded if you can afford this. How much does racing pay?”

“Actually, I got it from a race. Everyone bet their cars instead of money, and I won so now this baby’s mine.” He pulled out his key, pressing a button to unlock the car, which replied with a smooth beep. “I don’t think I ever raced as hard as I did that day. I mean, this is a 2021 edition of a Genesis G70 we’re talking about. The horsepower on this thing alone is insane, and…”

The rest of Jay’s words went in one ear and out the other. You didn’t mean to blank out, you were genuinely trying to pay attention to his words, but the terms he was using weren’t words you were used to at all. Instead of actually taking in his words, you nodded along to his words now and then, staring at his lips.

He paused, snapping you out of your daze. As you realised he’d caught onto your staring, a smug smirk stretched his lips. “Are you even listening to me?”

Suddenly, the floor was very interesting to look at, and you studied the skid marks on the concrete floor instead of Jay’s face. You mumbled, “No, but if it’s any consolation, you’re really pretty.”

“Hm, what was that?”

You considered repeating the words to him, but the faint sound of running engines and chatter reminded you of where you were. You shook your head and gestured for Jay to get into the car. “Ah, never mind. You have a race to get to, remember?”

Opening the driver’s door, he corrected you with a soft smile. “We have a race to get to. You’re my good luck charm, don’t forget that.”

A smile was itching to break out on your lips at that, but you resisted the urge and ducked into the passenger’s seat of the car instead.

Eyes widening, you marvelled immediately at the interior. Just like the exterior, it was mainly made of cool tones. Cream leather covered the seats, and even parts of the gears, complimenting the all-black controls in front of you. The same modern look the outside carried was maintained throughout the inside; the main touch-screen monitor and seamless buttons were just two, among many, of the gadgets the car held.

While you were admiring the interior, Jay slipped into the car, and you couldn’t help but think the design complimented him. His simple, yet effective outfit made of a plain, white tank, dark leather pants, and a dark leather jacket contrasted well against the car’s cream seats. And, then, his dark hair tinged with gold highlights complemented the touches of grey on the controls. He looked like he was in his element–he was in his element–checking and double-checking the height and position of his chair like it was something he’d been doing since he was born.

You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been doing this since he was born.

With a final adjustment of his chair, he buckled in and started the car with a simple press of a button. There wasn’t the roar you expected from a car this powerful, but the sound that followed was more of a soft hum. Along with it, the monitor came to life, a melodic tune playing as it did. A soft, robotic voice came from the monitor, causing a light smirk to lift Jay’s lips.

Finally, the car was ready, and it seemed like the racer was too.

Jay checked his seat adjustments one more time and shifted the gear into drive, keen eyes set on you. “Are you ready, lucky charm?”

The nickname sent a thrill down your spine, and you just wanted him to call you that over and over and over again. Instead of saying all of that though, you returned a smirk of your own, blood rushing in your ears. “Ready.”

X – Kisses and Starry Eyes

Your heart was beating faster than it had probably ever beat in your life, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

You gnawed on your lower lip, shooting Jay frantic glances. “I know this is insane, considering you’re the one racing and all, but I feel like I’m going to pass out from how nervous I feel.”

“Don’t worry about it. The nerves are normal before your first race,” he said, laughed, and glanced out his window.

You two were at the tracks once again, sitting inches away from the starting line. On your left was Sunoo, sitting in a small but ferocious-looking black car. And, on your right was Heeseung, who’d gone above and beyond with a red Ferrari. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t see either of them but you could imagine the serious looks on their faces. That image and the already-fluctuated adrenaline in your bloodstream were setting your heart rate at a number you didn’t think any doctor would want to see.

It didn’t help that you kept imagining scenarios where Jay lost and blamed his loss on you. You knew he wouldn’t do that—at least, you hoped he wouldn’t and didn’t think he would from what you’d learned about him—but that didn’t stop the scenarios from playing over and over in your head.

Hands trembling, you chewed away at your lower lip furiously, until Jay placed his hand over yours. Your eyes left the track to look at him, meeting his soft, narrow eyes—those eyes with the stars and constellations in them. Eyes locked with his, you exhaled a deep breath you hadn’t even known you’d been holding in.

His thumb rubbed comforting circles over your hand. “Do you wanna get out of the car, _____? I don’t want to force you to stay if you don’t want to.”

You were shaking your head before he even finished. Inhaling deeply, you tried to focus on the sound of your slowing heartbeat, instead of all the chaos going on around you. “No, I’m good. I just, I think I just got a bit nervous for a second and freaked out. Let my thoughts run wild, that’s all.”

Jay’s eyes searched yours. “You’re sure?”

The previous nerves you’d felt were ebbing away quickly, adrenaline and excitement taking their place. You chalked them up to a brief moment of panic at the reality of the moment settling in. But, now that you’d acclimated to it, Sunoo and Heeseung’s presence wasn’t intimidating anymore but motivating. And, the scenarios of Jay losing only added to why you wanted him to win. Even though you were almost always worried or nervous when it came to your firsts in Death Valley—your first time in Death Valley Garage, your first time in the shack, your first, kinda, participation in a race—those feelings always gave way to growing anticipation that stirred up your stomach in the best way possible.

You squeezed his hand back and grinned. “Of course I’m sure. I mean, I almost died less than an hour ago, and, here I am, still breathing. If that didn’t knock me out, I don’t think a race will.”

“Good to know you’re fine.” He rolled his eyes, smiling softly.

“Yeah,” you murmured, gazing into his eyes.

They were soft and warm, filled with stars you could connect like the ones in the night sky. The brown pools of his eyes were deep, deep enough for you to want to fall into them and explore them for as long as he’d let you. He blinked, and his lashes met the apples of his cheeks in a way that suits his face perfectly. When he opened them again, he was still staring at you with so much warmth that you hadn’t known a person was capable of conveying through their eyes—until now.

God, you really loved his eyes. And, you wished you could stare into them forever.

But, unfortunately, you couldn’t. A loud beep from Sunoo’s car startled you, drawing your eyes away from his.

Jay cleared his throat, looking outside the window, but you could still see a light flush had spread across his cheeks. It was adorable, and you were about to verbalise that when Jungwon began his commentary for the third and final race.

“Welcome back everybody to this evening’s race.” Even though his voice was muffled through the car, it was loud enough to distract you two from what had just happened. At least, somewhat. In the back of your mind, you could still see the stars in Jay’s eyes. “No fancy introductions or monologues are needed this time. We’ll just get right into it.”

You were about to clap, but a glance at your hands reminded you that Jay’s hand was on top of your left hand. His hand rendered you unable to clap, something you were not at all upset about. Smiling to yourself, you settled for a low whoop.

“As we all know, in an unexpected turn of events, Jay came first in the last race. Even though, technically, it wasn’t that unexpected since that’s what always happens, but—tangent.” Jungwon muttered something underneath his breath, before breezing on. “Anyways, Jay took first place, Sunoo took second, and Heeseung took third. So, now these three will race head to head around the track five times in their cars.”

Along with your tiny whoops, the yells of the audience followed, which Jungwon didn’t let last for too long.

“Are all the racers ready?”

Sunoo beeped enthusiastically and Heeseung did as well, but Jay faltered for a moment.

He glanced at you, before looking at his hand on yours. With a low ‘oh’, you were going to remove your hand from under his, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and raised your hands.

You raised a curious brow. “What are you—“

Jay cut you off with a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, eyes focused on you the entire time. He gave you a soft smile. “For good luck, _____.”

He dropped your hand gently back in your lap afterwards, but you could still feel his lips on your skin. Even as he placed both hands on the wheel and beeped, the touch of his lips lingered on the back of your hand. You could only watch him sober up for the race with wide eyes, speechless and incredibly flustered because of his actions, while the moment replayed in your head over and over.

You couldn’t even fully process what had happened because Jungwon sped on by at the sound of Jay’s beep.

“Everybody, get ready. At the sound of the horn, we go.”

You spared Jay a glance, mind still reeling from the kiss. His jaw was tense and his eyes were focused on the tracks ahead of him. If he was nervous, you couldn’t tell because he spent the few moments before the horn checking and double-checking the stats the car was giving him. The only sign he may have been feeling a bit nervous was his tightened grip around the wheel, but it could’ve also been him remaining prepared for the fateful sound of the horn.

You, too, in a way, prepared yourself for that horn. If you hadn’t been sure before that kiss, you were sure as hell now. You liked Jay. In what capacity and to what extent, you didn't know yet. But, you were more than willing to take that journey with him to find out.

“Ready?”

That was, after he won this race.

“Set.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Jay relax his foot against the accelerator, earning a gentle hum from the car. The hum built up into a purr, as his foot pressed harder against the pedal, but not hard enough to set it into motion. No, his foot remained relaxed against the accelerator, ready to race off into the night.

And, then, the horn went off, and so did the two of you with the sound of the car’s roar in the background.

Fast.

That was all you could think at first, as the barren land around you blended into one big blur. The moon chased the two of you, quick on your heels but it just wasn’t fast enough. Jay’s foot never left the accelerator, never giving the car the chance to slow down. It was just fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, faster.

You couldn’t keep up with all the motion all around you, so you closed your eyes instead and savoured everything else going on.

With your eyes closed, you could focus more on what you heard and all you could hear was the sound of the engine getting louder and louder. It wasn’t just a roar, now, but a howl and an ear-deafening one at that too. Occasionally, the sound of the wheels turning against the gravel reached your ears, or the sound of either Sunoo’s car or Heeseung’s accelerating cut through to you. But, it was mostly just the engine filling your ears—loud, explosive, roaring, and thrilling. The car was loud, so loud that you couldn’t even hear yourself think, but it riled you up in a way you never thought it would.

You were tempted to open your eyes again, to see how many laps you guys had completed, but the energy in the car was addicting in a way you couldn’t have predicted. On Sunoo’s bike, the thrill it had given you was more apparent—with the blows of the wind or the revs that had vibrated throughout your entire body. But, with the car, though it was more subtle, you could almost feel the hum pulsating through it. That hum sent a different, but pleasant vibration through your body, almost like the car was channelling its energy through you. The energy was almost too much for you to handle, running from your heads to your toes.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. Throwing your hands up, you screamed and shouted absolutely anything and everything that came to your mind. Jay was probably staring at you like you were crazy, but you didn’t care—at least not that much. This, this, was the true meaning of living in the moment, you realised, so happy and full of joy.

A laugh fell from your lips, and you opened your eyes once again when Jay joined in. It was like that moment before, when you had got lost in his eyes, but this time the space between you two was charged with so much electricity and your combined laughter was flooding your ears. You were glad he couldn’t lock eyes with you this time, his gaze flickering between your wide smile and the road, or else you would’ve probably combusted from just how much you were feeling right now.

There wasn’t much on your mind besides the roar of the car, the energy vibrating through you, and Jay’s laughter, but the only coherent thought you could think was that you wanted this to go on and on and on and on.

And then it was over.

With a last press on the accelerator, Jay crossed the finish line and you were brought back to your present reality.

The audience was yelling, Jungwon was announcing Jay as the winner, and he was smiling widely at you. You realised your heart was beating fast, so incredibly fast, as you smiled back at him—overwhelmed by all the emotions you were feeling. You wanted to pull him into a hug, scream, do anything, but you just sat there, wide-eyed and smiling like an idiot.

He closed nearly all the distance between your faces, hands cupping your cheeks and wide smile never faltering. “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of responding with words, you closed the rest of the distance and planted your lips on his. There was a messy clash at first, of lips and teeth and tongue, but then your hands found his neck and his found yours, as your lips moulded together. Your mouths moved against each other quickly, but somehow gently, like what was happening between you two was sacred. To you, it felt like it was when you pulled back from him, panting heavily but smiling widely.

It was the end of the first race you’d ever been a part of and you knew one thing for sure; the thrill that racing gave you was indescribable and incomparable to anything else—except, for, of course, Park Jongseong.

Epilogue — The Kiss

What happened after the race was all a blur, as your mind was filled with ‘Jay, Jay, Jay, woah, that was a cool race, Jay, Jay.’ The man, himself, breezed through congratulations with a wide smile on his face and a hand wrapped around your waist. He never took all of the credit, even though he did all of the driving, and always responded with a humble, “It was just my lucky charm.”

More than a couple people picked up on the shift between you two—Jungwon gave you a thumbs up, Heeseung winked, and Niki huffed a quiet, “I told you you’d thank me,”—but neither of you brought up the quick kiss that had happened in the car. There were more important things to focus on like bragging about how good of a driver Jay was since he wouldn’t do it himself.

That didn’t mean you weren’t thinking about the kiss–certainly not. Throughout the rest of the night, which wasn’t all that long, your mind strayed to it every now and then. When everyone moved over to the shack for drinks, that Jay humbly declined, you thought about the kiss. When you drank a bit too much, and the drinks encouraged you to get a little bolder with your attempts at flirting with Jay, you were thinking about what you had to do to get his lips back on yours. Even now, half-asleep in the passenger seat of another one of his cars you were mumbling to yourself about kissing Jay. In the back of your head, you were glad he was too busy talking to Sunoo to hear the embarrassing retelling of your kiss.

“Here’s _____’s dorm number,” was what Sunoo said, and you could hear the sound of rustling from beside the car.

“And, how do you have this?”

Sunoo scoffed jokingly. “You’re not the only person who’s talked to _____, y’know. We’re actually best friends if you didn’t know. And as _____’s best friend, it’s my duty to threaten to beat you up if you do anything funny. Got it?”

“Wow, such good friends, but you found _____’s address through a random sticky note.” Jay laughed, and then there was more rustling that you assumed was him taking the note from your bag you had left with Sunoo earlier.

“Shut up,” he laughed as well, but there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “Just get going already. You and _____ probably have papers to write, or whatever you uni people are doing these days.”

Jay snorted. “That’s going to be you next year, you know? It’s just a year of freedom before you’re shackled by due dates again.”

Sunoo made a weird noise, one that resembled a shiver but not quite. “Please, do not remind me. I’m avoiding hell personified for as long as I can, and I don’t need you reminding me of what I barely escaped.”

“Right, right.”

A yawn followed Jay's reply, some shuffling, and murmured words you couldn't hear. Then, he slipped into the car beside your sleepy form with a loud slam of the car door. Jay adjusted your head from its cramped position and to a more comfortable one, humming underneath his breath while he did. As he did, his breath fanned against your neck, eliciting a soft shiver from you, and he paused.

“_____, you’re awake?”

You didn’t reply, just sluggishly moved your head in what was supposed to be a nod, but probably didn’t come across as one.

“Oh.” You could tell he was embarrassed from the shy laughter that followed, something you found adorable, but he tried his best to cover it with a cough. “Sorry, I was just adjusting your head, so you wouldn’t wake up with all sorts of kinks in your neck.”

Again, you made your weird nodding motion and received a relaxed sigh from Jay in return.

You were almost asleep now, barely paying attention to what was going on around you. The most you registered was Jay clicking his seatbelt into place, turning the car on, and setting out on the road. Besides that, you were pretty much asleep and snoring away. The slight rocks of the car only lulled you further to sleep, making it harder for you to stay awake—not that you were fighting it. Before you’d even realised it, you’d drifted off to sleep with images of the race and the kiss on your mind.

When you opened your eyes again for a brief moment, you weren’t sure where you were. Judging from all the street lights around you, you weren’t at your uni’s dorms yet, but you were back in the city, which was good. You squinted at the sight of Jay in the seat next to you. He was driving with one hand on the wheel, and the other was playing with the radio to find a good song to listen to. Your eyes drifted closed again, just as he finally settled on a song and began to sing along to it with his deep register.

The next time you opened your eyes, you and Jay were parked in front of your dorm’s complex. His hand was on your shoulders, trying to gently shake you awake since he hadn’t noticed you’d woken up, and his lips were right in your line of sight.

Voice heavy with sleep, you whispered, “I’m awake.”

He moved back, surprised and embarrassed like he’d been when he’d found out you’d been awake earlier back at Death Valley. His cheeks had a light flush to them, but he stayed quiet as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. It was only when you placed your hand on the door that he said something, but his words were rushed. “I can help you back to your dorm, _____.”

You were still sleepy and slightly tipsy from the drinks you’d had, but you waved him off with a hand. “It’s fine. I can handle a walk back to my dorm, Jay. I won’t die… I think.”

Jay’s signature smile came back, and you were glad to see it one last time before the night ended. You returned one of your own, just grinning at him stupidly before you slipped out of his car. Before you closed the door, you waved. “Bye, Jay.”

“Uh, bye—Wait!” As you slammed your door and started making your way home, Jay got out of his side of the car in a hurry. He caught up to you quickly, grabbing onto your arm. Turning you around, he studied your face earnestly, eyes focused on yours. Even though you could tell what he wanted to do, there was the slightest bit of hesitation on his end.

You smiled, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. “Do you want to kiss me?”

He deflected with a question of his own, flushing slightly. “Can I?”

“Hm,” you hummed in mock thought, raising an eyebrow. You were only teasing him, though, because you dropped the act with a laugh, looped your arms around his neck, and leaned in closer to him. Shrugging, you replied, “Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss me, you idiot.”

And, that he did. He wrapped his arms around your waist, closing the remaining distance between you two, and met your lips. Different from the kiss earlier, this one was much softer. It only lasted a few seconds and conveyed nothing more than affection between you two. It was quick and sweet—just very Jay-like.

When you two parted, he was smiling the widest you'd ever seen him smile this night, and the stars were back in his eyes.

You returned a smile of your own, loosening your grip around him. “See you around?”

He squeezed your waist one last time, before letting go. Jay nodded, eyes shining. “See you around.”

With Jay’s starry eyes on your back and butterflies in your stomach, you made your way home once again. Your thoughts and emotions were a mess, filled with all the events of the night, especially the more recent ones. But, an overarching feeling filled you as you turned back once more to still find Jay’s eyes on you.

You smiled.

You couldn’t wait to return to Death Valley once again.

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