ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 2
ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰ. ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ) ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5,2ᴋ
3
two years ago
“起きて、女の赤ちゃん” (okite, on'na no akachan) (get up, baby girl) you hear yuta whisper.
you groan, rolling on your stomach and burying your head in the pillows. yuta chuckles. “come on, doll. it’s time to wake up.”
“how can you even ask me to wake up at...?” you turn your head and check the hour, “seven in the morning?! are you sick to your head?”
yuta grins. “i got a flight to catch, don’t you remember?”
“oh,” you sigh sadly. “is it today?”
he nods and kisses your head. “get up. i’ll make breakfast and then you can come back to sleep.”
you shake your head. “i’ll take you to the airport.”
“that’s my girl,” he smirks and gives you a peck.
you smile and stand up, unfolding your sleeping (yuta’s) shirt. he grins when you turn around entering the bathroom and seeing half of your ass.
so sexy.
once he’s finished cooking, he serves you and you eat quietly. when you’re done doing the dishes, he’s back from his bedroom carrying a small black expensive bag.
you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist. “don’t go. stay and we can have sex all day.”
yuta laughs and kisses you. “sounds very tempting but i have to go.”
you pout sadly. “i will miss you.”
“i know,” he kisses you again. “i’ll miss you, too.”
“can i ask you something?” you ask, caressing his lower back.
he nods. “anything, baby girl.”
“can i stay here while you’re gone?” you smile looking at him. “i love your place.”
yuta smirks. “of course you can. this is practically your place too.”
you smile big. “little tokyo is my favourite place in los angeles.”
“you say it because i live here,” he softly pinches your nose.
you laugh. “maybe. and because the food is good.”
“mmm yeah,” he cups your face and kisses you. “you love eating japanese.”
you bite your lip. “yeah. it’s my favourite. i always devour it.”
yuta groans. “やめて。” (yamete) (stop).
“make me,” you nip at his lip.
“okay. stop it,” he yanks himself free. “i’m gonna be late.”
you giggle. “let’s go.”
(...)
present
“just a signature here and i’ll take it from here,” you hear a woman behind you say.
you shake your head, getting rid of that memory. one of many memories you made with yuta in the place you’re about to sell.
“yes, of course,” you reply.
you sigh the paper and hand her the folder with the documents. the woman smiles at you. “i’ll call you when i have an offer.”
you nod. “thank you.”
the woman leaves the apartment and you hug yourself, rubbing your forearms. you follow the woman, leaving the place shutting the door behind you.
(...)
one of the things people should know about mark, is that his stubbornness is how he usually gets his way. in all honesty, society depicts whoever is stubborn is just a spoiled brat. it’s not generally like that for mark.
he spends his days in the warehouse and his own condo, and night in the streets. but he can’t put the pieces together.
he knows good and well the elegant beauty known as you won’t be involved in a hellhole like that. he does, he’s not stupid. and neither you are.
he sighs and sits in front of his big tv screen and rubs his chin. there’s something about you that keeps making him go back and look for you. and it’s not like he’s gonna stop seeing you since you live with johnny.
and johnny is his sponsor.
but johnny is smart and he won’t let his sister get in the middle of his business, right? for her safety?
“hey mark,” yves calls him, entering the room. “we got a meeting. narcotics deal with the vanguards squad.”
to be frank, he never wanted to make business with them because they were problematic, they are known for narcotics and gambling, but still.
mark stands up and makes his way to the vanguard squad’s warehouse.
mark, along with johnny, yves and jaehyun arrive at the warehouse. his companions sit on the black sofa, their eyes meeting the 2 familiar faces they dread to see. one of them has very pushed back dark hair and a red haired greet them.
“good evening, guys,” the dark haired smirks.
“let’s just skip this,” johnny says. “what is it that you want?”
“well, narcotics of course,” the black haired sits in front of them.
“but we don’t want the crap the yakuzas are selling,” the red haired says.
“we don’t have contact with the yakuza,” johnny admits.
“i know,” the black haired nods. “not anymore tho.”
mark frowns. “not anymore?”
“oh yeah, you’re new,” he laughs. “anyway, i know you have someone that almost conquered the market.” he looks at johnny.
johnny clears his throat. “yeah, well he’s not around anymore.”
“we heard,” the red haired replies, “and that’s what we thought.”
jaehyun knits his eyebrows. “we’re not following…”
“we want what the japanese used to sell,” the black haired one crosses one leg. “ that shit was pure methamphetamine and our suppliers haven’t figured out how he did such excellent work.”
johnny presses his lips together. “as i said, he’s not around anymore.”
the black haired squints his eyes, looking at johnny. “you’re to me, johnny. i don’t like being lied to.”
the red haired stands up and comes back holding a black folder, tossing it to johnny on the table between them. johnny opens the folder just to see a few pictures of a black haired yuta in different areas of los angeles.
he gulps.
“he is definitely around,” the red haired smiles.
johnny closes the folder, ignoring the questioning look of jaehyun. “i’ll talk to him.”
the two men smile. “please do it quickly. we don’t like waiting.”
johnny groans. “and stop fucking following us, doyoung.”
doyoung smiles. “tell yuta taeil and i are looking forward to work with him.”
“what the fuck?” jaehyun stares at johnny, once they have left the warehouse. “yuta is alive and you fucking knew?”
johnny sighs. “not right now, jaehyun.”
“fuck off,” jaehyun groans. “what the hell is wrong with you? does y/n know?”
“no, and she can’t know,” johnny warns him.
“okay, this seems like a family thing so i think we shouldn’t be here,” mark states.
“no no,” johnny shakes his head. “just, don’t tell y/n, okay? i’ll find a way to convince doyoung and taeil to get a new supplier.”
“you know they won’t change their minds,” yves says, looking at her nails. “come on, this is a business. fuck family.”
“you’re a bitch,” jaehyun glances at her.
“keep crying about it,” yves mocks him.
“shut up,” johnny groans. “if you say a word about what you found out today i’ll kill you.”
jaehyun rolls his eyes. “you’re a piece of shit, johnny.”
“i didn’t have a choice!” johnny stares at him.
“okay okay,” mark gets in the middle of them. “whatever the reason was i’m sure you have an explanation, but we need to keep in mind we can’t fuck around doyoung and taeil. they’ll eat us alive.”
“mark’s right,” yves replies. “you need to get your shit together and separate your friendship and business or you're gonna get us all killed for real.”
(...)
“hello?” mark greets after he picks up the phone.
“lee,” you say. “hi.”
“who is this?” mark jokes.
you scoff. “it’s me.”
“mmm,” he hums. “i don’t remember you. who are you again?”
you sigh, trying to keep your patience. “it’s y/n. y/n suh.”
“ah, yeah. i remember you. what’s up?”
“you can pick up your car today,” you announce.
“cool. i’ll be there in a few hours.”
“okay.”
“okay.”
there’s a silence and you clear your throat. “hang up.”
“you hang up,” mark says.
you groan. “you’re unbearable, mark.”
mark laughs. “i ain’t doing shit.”
“that’s why!” you growl. “bye, mark.”
“bye y/n,” you can hear him smile.
you hang up and groan. “keep your shit together, y/n.”
“that was very… bad,” you hear jungwoo murmuring behind you.
“don’t even say a word,” you warn him.
jungwoo chuckles. “why would i tell people my friend sucks at flirting?”
“i wasn’t flirting!”you stare at him.
“clearly.” he hums.
you’re about to close the shop by the time mark stops by. he walks to you, fixing his hair and greets you smiling. “sorry, there was an accident on the 101.”
“yeah, i heard,” you say. “follow me, your car is behind the shop.”
mark follows you and you open the back door garage. you take his car keys and tosses at him. “you can check it out or try it.”
“nah, i trust you,” mark opens the car door. “see you tonight?”
“what’s tonight?” you frown.
“there's a race in southern cali,” he tilts his head. “i thought you knew.”
you hiss. “fucking johnny told me it was cancelled.”
“oh,” mark nods. “guess i just screwed up.”
“see you there,” you grab your jacket.
“alright, gorgeous,” he smirks, getting inside his car. “looking forward.”
you roll your eyes, hiding a smile.
you wear lilac leather pants and a white tanktop, showing your torso off. your hair is down and straightened.
you know the south of california like the palm of your hand. every neighbourhood or street, you know it and all thanks to your father, who was a trucker and would take you and johnny to his trips most of the time.
“i see you brought a new car,” mark says, walking around the red car.
you throw him a smirk. “it’s taeyong’s.”
“he has a good taste,” mark says, checking the red toyota supra out.
“yeah.”
“but mine’s better,” mark grins.
“is that how you get a woman with you? showing her your car off?” you raise an eyebrow.
mark smiles sideways and leans against the car. “it works, most of the time.”
you nod and bite your lip. “well, it doesn’t work with me.”
“i know,” mark replies. “but still, you would let me fuck you in the backseat.”
you straighten your back up and cross your arms on your chest. “not much into sex car.”
“what are you into then?” mark stares at you.
you grin. “i have to go. see you around mark.”
and you walk away from him, swinging your hips more than you do. mark chuckles and bit at his lip.
this race is more showy, with way more people than the other street races. you’re not racing tonight, but taeyong, mark and other people are. johnny is there expecting mark to win since the bet is high.
as expected, mark ends up in first place, followed by taeyong. mark was received by a big crowd, mostly girls. you roll your eyes and taeyong pats your shoulder. “you will have to deal with his fans.”
“i don’t give a shit about this dude,” you spit out.
“aha,” taeyong nods. “get in. we’re going to a party.”
“did you bring it?” you eye him.
“yeah.”
you smile and get into his car. he drives back to your house and the street is already crowded. you enter your house and spot jaehyun giving drinks to everyone. you approach him and take two beers. you come back with taeyong and hand him one. he opens it and after looking for johnny and don’t seeing him, he takes your hand and goes to the nearest bathroom. he locks the door and takes out a small plastic bag with white powder.
you smile and taeyong pours out two generously thick lines of cocaine on the bathroom counter. “ladies first.”
“thank you.”
you focus on getting the cocaine in your system. getting as much in as you can, but it’s not a race and for the love of fuck, don’t waste the shit. you can tell it’s expensive, and good coke is hard to come by these days.
a few rounds of coke and a fair amount of talking later, taeyong and you are high as hell.
you, taeyong and yuta used to do some lines of coke just to have a bit of fun and feel more relaxed, not making it an addiction of course. you always know when to stop.
“ah,” you stand up. “i need a drink.”
“can you bring me one?” taeyong smiles at you.
you nod and walk to the kitchen. you’re sure everyone at this party is high as hell too, from weed to god knows what. you enter the kitchen and see mark making out with a random girl. you scoff passing next to them and open the fridge. “mmm where the fuck is the buzz?” you ask yourself.
“i’m pretty sure that’s not the place to look for it,” mark says, leaning against the counter next to you.
you frown and shake your head, releasing it’s not the fridge what you opened but the cupboard. you squint your eyes. “correct.”
you walk now to the real fridge and take a vodka bottle out. mark approaches you again and cups your jaw with one hand, looking straight into your eyes. “you are high.”
you shrug and yank your jaw free. “none of your business. go back to your blonde girl.”
“don’t mix drugs and alcohol. are you stupid?” he takes the bottle.
you laugh. “mind your business, mark.”
mark sighs and takes your hand taking out from the kitchen. you don’t know why but your legs won’t listen to you and follow him. you spot taeyong sleeping on the couch you were on minutes ago.
mark takes you out from the house and walks to his car. he helps you to get into the passenger seat and closes the door once you're settled in. he gets in the car as well and starts the engine driving.
you frown and turn to him. “where are you taking me?”
“you need a meal and orange juice,” he states, eyes on the road.
“i don’t want to sober up,” you pout.
“why the hell did you take that shit?” he almost groans.
“it’s a nice feeling,” you shrug, sliding a little on the seat.
“it’s bullshit,” he clenches his teeth.
“ah,” you laugh. “you have never been high, mark lee?”
“i don’t take that shit,” he turns to you. “and if you were smart you wouldn't do it.”
you roll your eyes. “you sound like johnny right now. i’m not an addict, by the way.”
mark parks at a convenient store and he gets off the car. he buys a hot dog and a bottle of orange juice. when he comes back, you have your eyes shut but you’re not sleeping.
you open them when you hear him getting into the car. he hands you the food and you take them. you eat in silence and when you finally finish your orange juice, you look at him. “happy now?”
“not happy,” he replies, resting his back on the backrest.
you stay in silence for a couple of minutes and you look around his car. the black and white interior are cool. “your car’s nice.”
“thanks.”
you press your lips together and stare at mark’s thighs. he has his hands resting on them and you eye at them. they’re pretty and seem soft. a vein popping out calls your attention and that’s when you realize he’s looking at you. you clear your throat and look straight ahead.
“you like my hands?” he asks.
“your ring is nice,” you reply.
mark cups your jaw again, making your face turn to him. “and what about my thighs?”
“n-nice jeans,” you scoff.
mark grins. “thanks.”
you hum in response. his touch against your skin on your face is warm, and you wonder how it’d feel against your p-
“a penny for your thoughts?” he tilts his head.
“i dislike you.”
mark laughs. “your body says a different thing.”
“i get chills just from the thought of me strangling you.”
“kinky,” mark stares at your lips.
“fuck you.”
the lights of the convenient store get turned off and the park is empty. mark never takes his eyes off of you, not sure if he should go for it. he’s thinking about it too much.
“fuck this,” you groan. “can you just fuck me here?”
“i thought you weren’t into car sex,” mark rubs your lower lip.
“i’m not,” you lick his finger. “but i really want to suck you off right now.”
“shit,” he hisses. “it’s all yours.”
your hand reaches for his belt and you undoit slowly, your eye darting to his. you unzip his jeans and palm his clothed dick. mark bites his lips, looking at you. you give him a peck while you take out his dick and stroke him a few times. it’s big and you can see some veins popping out. the tip is red, almost as if it’s angry. you bite your lip and look at mark. “you’re gonna ruin my mouth.”
mark smiles proudly. “just take it slowly, gorgeous.”
you lick mark’s cock to full hardness. mark takes a hand off the wheel and fists it in your hair, pushing you down onto his dick. letting out a long moan, mark throws his head back.
“fuck y/n,” mark pants out as you bob your head on his cock.
you continue to work on mark over with your mouth, tongue slipping and sliding over him, cheeks hollowed out adding the right level of pressure.
mark’s hand tightens in your hair and he starts to move your head more, clearly wanting to find his release. “fuck, you’re so good.”
you slightly bite his tip and you hear mark groan and tighten even more your hair. “shit y/n. no teeth.”
you do it again and he curses. mark shoots into your mouth and you swallow the salty load and lick him clean before putting him back in his jeans. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and slide in your seat. “now i’m sober.”
mark’s comes back from his high and turns to you, still panting. “want to go to my place?”
“i’m sleepy.”
“sleep at my place.”
“i just gave you head, isn’t it going to be weird?” you look at him.
“nah,” he turns his car on. “i can sleep on the couch.”
mark takes the 5 driving to his place, blasting some 2000’s hip hop. and then he notices something odd.
a car.
that is following them since they left the parking lot.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, taking note of his sudden change of behavior.
“there’s a black car that has been following us since we left the parking lot,” mark murmurs.
“take the next exit to chinatown,” you look at him.
mark nods, eyes still focused on the view mirror. he can’t pick out exactly who it is. mark leaves the freeway, passing through the cars as fast as he can until he loses the car. he makes a sharp turn and takes the 101 before taking the 5 again. no sign of the car. he finally parks his car inside his building garage and helps you to get out of the car.
mark presses the buttons and unlocks the elevator. you rest your back against the elevator wall and shut your eyes together. “do you know who was following us?”
mark shakes his head. “no idea. you?”
“nope,” you look at him. “maybe some freak?”
“hopefully,” he leans next to you.
“how many floors until we get to yours?” you yawn.
“two,” he replies and smiles looking at you. “that tired?”
“it was a long day,” you shrug.
“can i help you to sleep like a baby?” he asks as the elevator door open.
you hum in response, exiting the elevator. mark stops in front of his door and unlocks it. he lets you in first and you’re surprised by how clean and organized his place is.
“your place is cool,” you say.
“thanks,” mark takes off his jacket and places it on the couch. “my bedroom is on the right, second door. i’ll be there in a minute.”
“ah,” you squint your eyes at him. “i told you i’m sleepy. i ain’t fucking with you tonight.”
“and we’re not,” mark replies from the kitchen. “i’m just gonna help you to sleep better. by eating you out.”
you gulp. “okay.”
you go to his bedroom and spot the comfortable big bed. you get off your leather pants and fold them, placing it on the couch next to the bed. thank god you’re wearing sexy panties.
you lay on the bed and rest your head in the grey covered pillows.
mark enters his bedroom and places a glass of water on the bedside table for you and whistles and he notices your white laced panties. “white is suddenly my favourite color.”
you giggle. “get to work, lee.”
mark laughs and lays on his stomach between your legs. his fingers find the hem of your panties and take them off, tossing them across the bed.
one of his hands moves down between your thighs and spreads your legs a bit more. he plants kisses on them and you sigh. “mark.”
he hums, passing a finger through your silk. “you’re soaked, gorgeous.”
mark is not exaggerating, his finger slides inside you with no resistance at all. your hips rock to match his pace. mark uses his palm to put pressure upon your clit, while his finger strokes your g-spot, causing you to cry out with pleasure. mark then licks you slowly and lightly from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit.
“oh,” you moan.
mark licks your clit again, pressing his tongue a little deeper this time. you moan again and with the tip of his tongue, he works the slick, sensitive skin just beneath your clit. your hips rock back and forth over him, forcing his tongue across your clit and finally down to your opening. fingers still spreading you wide, he presses his tongue inside you as deep it will go. your muscles tighten around him. he slides his tongue back and forth across your opening, teasing you, and his hands strokes the smooth skin of your thighs, skim over your hips. he pushes his tongue inside of you as quick and hard as he can, and pulls it back out again. with every stroke, he feels you grow wetter and wetter.
“mark,” you gasp. “touch my clit.”
he pulls away from you just long enough to growl, “touch it yourself. touch yourself for me.”
mark pushes your hips back down over his face, and this time he swivels his tongue slowly and he pushes it inside. he can feel your fingers circling your clit now, the tip of your fingernails brushing against his hair with every stroke.
with your free hand, you seize his wrist and drag his hand over you until it’s on one of your covered breast. he squeezes it and doesn't let go, and he feels you tighten around his tongue one more time and he call tell you’re close by the volume of your hasp and cries. the muscles inside you ripple around his tongue as you come. you arch your back as he licks you clean and you moan again due the overstimulation.
before he pulls away he kisses the inside of your thighs again and looks at you smiling. “goodnight, baby.”
he hands you your panties again and you take them, putting them on. “you can stay here. it’s your bed after all.”
“not personal, but i don’t sleep comfortably with someone next to me,” mark wipes his chin and mouth with his hand. “whatever you need just take it, okay?”
you nod and hug a pillow. “thanks. turn the lights off please.”
the next morning, after mark tried to make breakfast and ended up spilling the banana smoothie all over your top, he gives you a ride back to your house wearing one of his shirts.
you enter the kitchen and johnny and jisung are having breakfast together. you open the fridge and take an apple. “good morning, where are your manners?” johnny teases.
“right here,” you lift your middle finger.
jisung slightly chuckles and keeps eating his breakfast. johnny shakes his head. “is this what you teach your little brother?”
jisung isn’t your real brother nor johnny’s, but you met him when he was a kid living by himself in the streets. he’s a nice kid and despite everything he has been through, he still believes that there is something good waiting for him.
“aren’t you late for school, jisung?” you ignore johnny.
jisung and johnny look at each other. “oh right. you haven’t been around for a year,” jisung nods. “i dropped out last semester.”
“what?” you frown. “why?”
“i don’t like college,” jisung shrugs. “i like racing. like you guys.”
“how could i not say no to him?” johnny looks at him. “he wants to race then he gets to do what he wants.”
“but you’re a kid!” you stare at him. “he’s a kid.”
jisung rolls his eyes. “you were my age when you started racing, y/n.”
you sigh and rub your forehead. “okay. fine, just… don’t get yourself killed.”
“i’m not stupid,” jisung smiles.
“hey, where were you by the way? taeyong said he saw you leaving with someone,” johnny stands up, washing his dish.
“a ran into an old friend,” you lie, leaning against the counter.
johnny squints his eyes, looking at you. “i’ve seen that shirt before.”
“i bought it when i was in seoul,” you say, nonchalant.
“didn’t know they sell canadian merch in seoul,” jisung mutters.
(...)
“no.”
that is yuta’s final word. he doesn’t want to be involved in that same shit again.
johnny sighs. “that doyoung and taeil guy will kill us if we don’t give them what they want.”
“i had to fake my death because of the shit i was making back in the past. i lost everything, johnny.”
“just cook some for us while we find someone better,” johnny begs. “please. i’m desperate.”
yuta sighs, rubbing his forehead. “fine, but just this time. no more, johnny.”
“thank you so much,” johnny says, relieved. he then scratches his head. “uhm, did you know y/n is back?”
yuta turns to him. “when?”
“about two weeks ago?”
yuta stays still and rests his hands on his hips. “how… how is she?”
“better. she's racing again,” johnny replies.
yuta nods. “she loves racing.”
“yeah.”
“when is she racing again?” yuta looks at johnny. “i want to see her.”
“are you insane? no one can see you.” johnny glances at him.
“and no one won’t. i just want to see her again, it’s been a while.”
“there’s a race tomorrow night. everyone will meet at the santa monica pier.”
“thanks. i’ll be there.”
the next night, you show up at the santa monica pier wearing mark’s shirt again. you say it’s nothing. you like the shirt and it looks great with your black ripped jeans. that’s it.
you spot mark with his gang on the other side of the pier. the same chick is with them and you assume she’s either part of it or friends with them. you frown when you see her getting too close to mark and he doesn’t pull her away. instead, he wraps an arm around her hips.
why do you care? mark was just a hookup.
you turn around and see jaehyun walking towards you. he’s wearing a white t-shirt and a denim jacket. you decide to make a trade.
“handsome boy,” you call him.
“that’s me,” he smirks playfully.
“i need a favour,” you say.
“sure. what is it?”
“i need your shirt.”
he knits his eyebrows together. “my shirt?”
you nod. “i don’t like this one anymore.”
he laughs. “i’m not gonna strip in the middle of everyone.”
“you’re such a pussy,” you groan.
your hands reach the hem of the shirt and you pull it over your head earning the glance of a few men that are around you. you turn to them. “never seen a pair of boobs? losers.”
jaehyun whistles at your black bralette. “oh man, i’d bang you easily.”
“don’t be gross, jaehyun. give me your shirt. i’m cold,” you stare at him.
jaehyun takes his jacket off and then his shirt, handing it to you. it smells like him and you have always liked his perfume. “maybe i’d let you bang me.”
jaehyun laughs and after he’s done putting mark’s shirt on, he puts on the denim jacket. “can i race with you tonight?”
“you want to see everyone lose, huh,” you smile, fixing your hair.
“it’s nice to see their defeated faces,” jaehyun opens the car door..
“let’s go then,” you smile.
you give a look to mark and you notice he’s watching you, eyebrows slightly frowned. you smile to yourself.
as you’re about to get into your car, you look up and notice someone standing on one of the building roofs in front of the entrance of the santa monica pier looking straight in your direction. you can’t see much, but the way the person stands up reminds you of yuta.
you shake your head and finally get into your car.
when you finally arrive at the secret destination, your car and mark’s are one of the few lined up. his car is next to yours and you refuse to make eye contact with him. jaehyun laughs softly. “what is the canadian boy staring at you?”
“because i am hot?” you shrug, still looking straight ahead.
“you are yes, but he seems mad,” jaehyun slyly looks at him. “what did you do to him?”
“nothing.”
jaehyun hums. he’s not stupid.
a flag girl places in front of the cars, the engines are rumbling. all eyes are focused on tonight’s racers. you are placed in a secretive parking lot. the flag girl points at mark, who starts his engines. she then points at you, who replicate that. your hands go up, and then down.
immediately a guy called jinyoung is ahead, but mark and you know that would happen sooner or later. see, a common mistake in drifters is that they are so focused on getting to the finish line they don't even spare a notice at their technique. the point of drifting isn’t just how fast you can go, but instead it’s precision, and making sure your form is on point.
you make flawless turn after flawless turn, but with mark in the lead. you reach for your NOS, but flinch your hand back. no. you are not using NOS for drifting tonight. you see mark make a mistake and his car loses control, earning a low growl from his throat. and past him is your nissan gtr, shining in the dark of night, and out of your window, your smug look is on your face. a smirk with your eyes low. the finish line is less than 20 feet away from your car, and you precisely turn your car, showing it off, having a sharp right.
you won.
and you have won that money. jaehyun is cheering with a wide grin on his face, clapping. “no fucking shit. you’re the best.”
you open the door of your car and mark sees you getting off with a seductive, and intimidating smirk on your face. god, he never wanted to fuck someone that bad until tonight.
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CASPIAN ALEXANDER LEVI HAYES.
FULL NAME: Caspian Alexander Levi Hayes.
NICKNAMES(S): Cas.
AGE: 28.
DATE OF BIRTH: November 20th, 1991.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois.
CURRENT LOCATION: Red Ridge, Nevada.
ETHNICITY: White.
GENDER: Cis male.
PRONOUNS: He/him/his.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic.
RELIGION: Atheist, raised half Jewish, half nondenominational Christian.
OCCUPATION: Bartender at Violet.
EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor’s Degree in business from the University of California, Los Angeles.
EXTRACURRICULAR: Swimming, baseball.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Has a studio apartment near the north side of Red Ridge, lots of windows, usually relatively messy.
SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: Speaks smoothly & calmly, a very standard midwestern accent that’s barely noticeable. It’s very easy to listen to him speak.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM: David Corenswet.
HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: Brown, curly, very well taken care of. It looks just as silky as it feels. Typically kept short, has grown out once in his life, and didn’t like the way it looked then.
COMPLEXION: Pale, warmer undertones.
EYE COLOR: Blue.
EYESIGHT: 15/20 vision - what the average person sees from 15 feet away, Caspian can see from 20. He won’t be needing glasses anytime soon.
HEIGHT: 6’3”
WEIGHT: 174 lbs.
BODY AND BUILD: Muscular, but not as muscular as he used to be. He retains his biceps and pecs, but has given up on ab workouts, aside from the occasional one once in a blue moon.
TATTOOS: None, with no plans on getting any.
PIERCINGS: None, no plans on getting any.
CLOTHING STYLE: Cas’ wardrobe leans casual. Dark jeans and t-shirts are his everyday apparel. He only dresses more formal for work because he has to. When it’s cooler outside, he’ll go for a sweater before a sweatshirt. He still wears white Converse, has a beat up old leather jacket that he got in high school, and doesn’t like jewelry on his wrists or fingers.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Almost unnaturally blue eyes, his dark curls, and a smile that lights up a room. A sniffle that’s almost always there.
SIGNATURE SCENT: Whiskey, leather, vanilla, and cashmere.
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER(S): Anxiety. Fear of abandonment and failure. ADHD.
PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): None.
ALLERGIES: None.
SLEEPING HABITS: Caspian has nightmares most nights. He doesn’t go to sleep until the sun starts to rise most mornings, thanks to the fact that Violet doesn’t close until well into the night and he has to stay after closing to help clean up before he goes home. It takes him a while to fall asleep, but, once he does, he usually isn’t asleep very long. His nightmares startle him awake. It’s rare that he gets a total of six hours combined any given night.
EATING HABITS: He tries to take care of himself where he can in regards to his food. His breakfast most morning is a smoothie and some eggs, he’ll spend the extra money for organic fruits and vegetables. While he does take care of himself most of the time, there are those times where he sits down with a whole pizza and a pint of ice cream and finishes it all, though. When he’s high, he rarely eats, which is why breakfast is so important to him.
SOCIABILITY: He is an extrovert through and through. That’s part of the reason he thoroughly enjoys his time at the bar - socialization. He’s a very smooth talker and a very good listener, which is likely why people typically find it easy to trust him. The cocaine makes him even more sociable.
BODY TEMPERATURE: Naturally warmer, he gets cold very easily. That’s part of the reason he likes the desert so much.
ADDICTIONS: Cocaine.
DRUG USE: Frequently. At least once a day.
ALCOHOL USE: Semi-frequently. Likely drinks one glass of whiskey whenever he’s on shift, but otherwise rarely touches alcohol. Outside of work, when he does drink, it’s likely watching a football or baseball game.
PERSONALITY.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, hardworking, charming, resourceful, charismatic.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Anxious, sly, liar, secretive, stubborn.
LIKES: Cocaine. The Chicago Cubs, dogs, cashmere sweaters, traveling, warm weather, swimming pools.
DISLIKES: The cold, rough textured clothing, grating voices, loneliness, the sound of someone chewing with their mouth open.
FEARS: Abandonment, loneliness, never being good enough. Failure. Death.
HABITS: Cocaine, cutting his nails frequently, smoothies with breakfast, fiddling with a necklace or other small things.
ASTROLOGY: Scorpio sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio rising.
PERSONALITY TYPE: ESFP.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic neutral.
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin.
ELEMENT: Water.
PRIMARY VICE: Lust.
PRIMARY VIRTUE: Diligence.
WEATHER: Sunny day, no clouds in the sky. Somehow, still a chance of rain.
COLOR: White and red // light blue.
MUSIC: Doesn’t listen to much music.
MOVIE: Inglourious Basterds (2009, dir. Quentin Tarantino).
SPORT: Baseball.
BEVERAGE: Kale and banana smoothie / Arnold Palmer.
FOOD: Scrambled eggs with cheese, broccoli, cupcakes, raspberries, peaches.
ANIMAL: Dogs of all varieties.
SEASON: Late spring, early summer.
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
MOTHER: Amy Hayes.
FATHER: Stephen Hayes.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
SIBLING(S): One older sibling, 33+.
CHILDREN: None.
PET(S): None.
PROMPT.
Routine.
Who would’ve thought that Cas would end up here, of all places? Certainly not his family, certainly not anyone from his past. He doubted that anyone actually needed a business degree to bartend at the Violet, or to bartend anywhere, really. He doubted that anyone would think to find him there, which was part of the reason he enjoyed being there in the first place. That was the point of running away from the past, no? To escape it? Nights at the Violet were indulgent, and that was Caspian’s favorite part of it all.
Indulgence. Sweet indulgence. To start his shift after a hit of the best coke he could get his hands on was a feeling of near-euphoria after a morning of restlessness and anxiety. He could feel that paranoia and constant worry wash away as he walked the length of the bar, ears tuned in to everything happening around him. That was the thing about Violet; people talked. And when people talked, Caspian heard. They may have thought that he wasn’t listening, that he was just there to do his job and go home. But that wasn’t the truth. He knew about the man at the third stool and how he’d been cheating on his wife for the past three months. He knew about the woman at the seventh who owed Valencia more money than she had in her bank account, and, despite that, continued to turn to Violet every night for the comfort of a glass of gin. He knew the high-rollers with their hands dirty, knew the secrets of the civilians who simply wanted to live life without Valencia’s influence, knew those who feared Rorschach and what his arrival may mean. And it was almost as euphoric to him as the coke was. Almost.
HEADCANONS.
He grew up in the shadow of his older sibling. He always hated it - always hated never feeling good enough for his parents. No matter what he did, it wasn’t enough. Not when he made the varsity swim team and baseball team as a freshman in high school, not when he was given a swim scholarship to UCLA for college, not when he worked his ass off to get good grades despite his involvement in two sports.
The Hayes family is big in the financial planning world. If you don’t know a thing about that, you probably won’t know who they are, but his mother has been on covers of industry magazines and interviewed for finance TV shows before. She and his father co-own their own company.
He started partying in high school to try to let off some steam after games and dances. He only increased his partying in college. This was when he first tried cocaine. The partying got heavier and heavier, and, eventually, he lost his scholarship. That’s when he started bartending - he didn’t want his parents to know that he lost the scholarship, so he had to pay his own way through the rest of school. This was also when he cut contact with his family.
He likes it when people talk to him as if he was a brick wall, not absorbing any of their information. But he keeps that dirt in his brain - after all, who knows when he’s going to need it?
He was a good cook, once upon a time. Now, he doesn’t really have the incentive to be one, especially since he works through what most people would consider “dinner time”.
He’s pretty good at poker, but he’d never go into the casino to play. That’s too formal for him.
He wouldn’t refer to himself as a cocaine addict - just a man who likes cocaine. He figures he could stop at any time he wants to.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
SUPPLIER: he's got a drug addiction; he needs drugs. this is probably someone within valencia who provides him with his fix - someone he pays either with information or money.
MUTUAL DISLIKE: this person doesn't like him for whatever reason. maybe he owes them money. maybe he's made a promise he didn't keep. whatever the reason is, cas doesn't like them, either. they're greeted with distaste.
FRIENDS: obviously everyone needs friends. these people may or may not know about cas' addiction problems, and, if they do know, he still won't admit to having an addiction problem.
PAST HOOKUP: any gender ! he does have a tendency to sleep around solely for praise and validation that he feels like he's been missing in his life thus far. don't be mad if he doesn't call you back.
BOSS: this is someone in Valencia, as Violet is owned by them. Cas probably doesn't know too much about them/their involvement in the organization, they probably aren't too close because he's wary of them more than anything.
WARY: this person knows that something's going on with Cas. May or may not suspect the cocaine addiction, probably someone on the side of the law, recognizing that Caspian isn't getting by on his own.
OWED DEBT: Cas owes this person something, whether it be because they provided him with coke or because his car broke down and he needed help fixing it - whatever the reason, he's in debt, and he can't repay it yet. Valencia or not !
OLDER SIBLING: this is the big one ; see the main.
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