#night city streetracer | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lixiesfreckless · 6 months

Text

Punch It | l. m.

➸ synopsis: there’s an unexpected opening for the leader position of Changbin’s street racing gang club. Naturally, Minho steps up, ready to fill in the role.

He didn’t expect anyone to challenge him, though.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation)

➸ word count: 5.1k

➸ general content: streetracer!minho, actual street racing, the reader and Minho are both too cocky for their own good, rivals to something more, unacknowledged sexual tension

➸ warnings: mild swearing, briefly mentioned alcohol consumption, reckless driving(it is street racing after all)

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: this is the first fic I posted that made me feel accomplished as a writer. at the time it was the longest thing I had ever written, and I wrote 4k of it in one day; something that was unheard of for me previously. I want this fic here as a reminder as to how far I’ve come as a writer. this was originally posted in 2021, though, so please understand that it is not up to par with my recent works.

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don’t need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but dude. the vibes. the speed. we are breaking traffic laws in style.

yes, it’s meant to be listened to in that order. shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.

♫- Sin City

“A shot of hard liquor please, skip the ice,” Changbin told the bartender, pointing towards his favorite brown bottle behind the counter.

“Woah woah woah- what about our rule?” Hyunjin said, raising an eyebrow while putting a hand on the older man’s shoulder.

“Yes I know the rule; I was the one who made it,” Changbin scoffed, swatting Hyunjin’s hand away. You guys may break a lot of rules on the daily, but catching a DUI? That was out of the question. Which is why this particular club was used for group meetups and pit stops only; touch a drop of alcohol and you won’t be getting back behind your steering wheel.

Changbin turned to face everyone, sitting at the curved bar with questioning looks on their faces.

“Which I guess brings me to the reason why I called for us to meet today,” he sighed, watching how the rest of the crew glanced between each other nervously. Everyone had been sort of tense upon arrival, since this was a Thursday night instead of their usual Friday meetups.

“I'm stepping down as leader.”

“WHAT?!” was the collective reaction of all twelve members, some slamming their palms on the counter as they abruptly stood up.

“Okay so you don’t need any liquor, clearly you’re already drunk,” Minho rolled his eyes, swirling the ice around in a glass of water on the bar counter.

“Oh I’m sober,” he sighed, taking his keys and wallet out of his pocket, and you could see the color drain from Minho’s face as he realized that this wasn’t some sick joke.

“But why,” Hyunjin piped up, playing with his driving gloves. “You’re the best leader we’ve had since I joined the gang.”

Everyone nodded in agreement; out of everyone that was there Hyunjin had been in the gang the longest, he would know better than anyone else.

Changbin was silent for a moment before he opened his wallet, taking out a small shiny Polaroid.

He slid it across the counter so the group could get a good look at it.

At the bottom, the name “Seo Chun Ja” was written hastily in black ink, along with a date that couldn’t have been more than a week ago.

In the photo was a woman that you had known by now to be his wife, but she was holding something in her arms on the hospital bed.

A baby girl.

Donning a knitted pink cap with yellow flowers, the child couldn’t have been bigger than Changbin’s forearm as she rested in her mother’s arms.

It only took a couple of seconds for everyone to register what was going on.

“You’re…you’re a father?!” You squealed, leaning farther over the counter to see the bundle of joy in his wife’s arms. You weren’t the only one surprised; Changbin preferred to keep his personal life private, and the only indication that most people had that he was even married was from the gold band on his left ring finger. He smiled fondly at the photograph before nodding, and took the photo back into his fingertips.

“How old is she?” Someone chimed from the other end of the group.

“Three days? Or maybe four,” he chuckled, sliding the photo back into his wallet. “I don’t know, I haven’t gotten much sleep since she made her grand entrance into the world.”

“Does she cry a lot?” Hyunjin asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yup, she’s a Seo alright,” Minho chuckled, raising his eyebrows before taking another sip of his water. Changbin yelled in annoyance as Hyunjin high fived the older boy, cackling wildly.

Congrats and thanks were shared across the bar for another minute before everyone slowly fell silent, taking in the gravity of the situation as the bass thrummed through the room.

“So…does this mean you’re not going to race anymore?” You said quietly, looking up at Changbin. He squinted his eyes before taking a deep breath.

“No, I’m not going to stop racing,” he started, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I just don’t have the time for our weekly meetups, not until little Chun Ja can sleep through the night.” You nodded in understanding; racing while sleep deprived would be taking the fast track to heaven.

“And I mean…not that what we do is entirely life threatening, but the wifey is a bit worried that me barreling down the highway at 100 mph isn’t exactly keeping the family’s best interests at heart,” he chuckled nervously, taking the glass that the bartender slid to him and downing it in one go. “I’ll show up every once in a while though.”

“So who’s gonna be the next leader then?” Minho asked, finally putting his glass down.

Changbin threw the keys he had in his other hand towards the middle of the counter, and everyone’s eyes went wide.

Those were the keys to his favorite car, a sleek black 1993 Toyota MR2.

“Changbin, you drove that car here,” Hyunjin said, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Who’s going to drive you home?”

“You will,” he grinned, and the tall boy slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned.

“I take back what I said about you being the best leader-”

“Shut it, pretty boy.”

“What do you even want us to do with those?” Yeji piped up, your favorite driving partner by far. Her hair was braided into one long platinum tail down her back, and although she used to race motocross, she picked up street racing because those types of bikes weren’t allowed on city roads.

Changbin cleared his throat.

“Since I’m not going to be racing all that frequently, I would hate to see my baby be locked up in a garage to rust away with my other SUVs, so…” he pushed the keys forward with his finger a bit more, “whoever thinks they’re the best driver, after me of course,” he snickered, and you could hear someone snort behind you. “Stand up and take the keys.”

Hyunjin and Minho stood up, but after glancing at Minho, Hyunjin sat back down, to which Minho chuckled to himself.

What Minho wasn’t expecting however, was for you to stand up too.

He stared at you in mild disbelief before looking away and scoffing.

“You’re kidding right?” He said, raising an eyebrow. You folded your arms, taking a defensive stance.

“I’m standing, aren’t I?”

Hyunjin took a sip of his virgin Shirley Temple and side eyed Yeji, who had the same mischievous look on her face.

“I test drove race cars for four years!”

“So?” Yeji chuckled, keeping her attitude at bay while fixing her gloves. “Y/n’s good. Like really good.”

“But doesn’t experience matter more-”

“Alright alright, calm down,” Changbin said, waving his hands while he grabbed the keys. He then swiftly tossed them to Minho, whose face lit up, then quickly fell after seeing Changbin shake his head.

“You know how we settle things around here, don’t you?”

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Automatic ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

The car rolled to a stop in between two streetlights, stopping at an intersection of an alleyway and a back road on the edges of the city. Minho leaned back in his seat, beginning to roll up the sleeves of his white button down shirt as you pulled up a stopwatch on your phone.

“And out of all the tracks we like to race,” he huffed, glancing at you, “why did you pick the track that I hold the fastest time for?”

“Simple,” you said quietly, propping your phone up on a vent clip.

“That way when I beat you, the look on your face will be priceless.”

His jaw dropped at your confidence, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find it the slightest bit attractive.

“Everyone’s tried to beat my record, even Changbin-”

“Not me,” you quipped.

“So you’re just gonna claim that you can right off the bat?” He scoffed, pulling the strap tight on his gloves.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“You’re-”

“Are you gonna drive or are we gonna sit here and bicker all night?” You cut him off, leaning towards him in your seat. “Because I can do both, but I’m sure the gang would love to know who won the race and not our argument-”

“Okay okay, sheesh,” he said, readjusting himself in the seat and taking the car out of park.

The rules were simple. One lap around downtown on the usual track, no shortcuts, no shenanigans, and no cheating of any kind, such as distracting the driver. It was late enough as is so there would be no pedestrians or traffic, not that this part of town was particularly busy at any time of day. The track took a little more than a minute if you were an experienced street racer, but for Minho, his time to beat was fifty-six seconds.

“Start the clock whenever you’re ready,” he mumbled, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. He was mad, you could tell. You found that hot, which you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Three-”

He trained his eyes on the road.

“Two-”

He revved the engine twice. The little show off.

“One-”

He clicked the car into first gear, and you barely registered yourself pressing the start button and yelling “GO!” before the blaring sound of the engine roaring to life filled your eardrums.

You were both pressed into the back of your seats as the car zoomed forward, turning the small dots of light in the streets into streaks while the black rocket whizzed by.

A sly grin grew on his face as he upshifted twice, and after a few seconds he was well over the speed limit, not that any police officers lingered around this side of the city.

He knew this road like the back of his hand. Every pothole, every crack, anything that would slow him down he knew just how to avoid it. Even when he approached sharp turns, he knew just when he had to start downshifting, and even that was seamless.

Calculated.

Precise.

Completely and utterly predictable.

Everything he is and everything you aren’t.

He rounded a corner perfectly and kept shifting gears until he was tearing down the now not-so-quiet street at 70 mph, tapping on the clutch as if he was trying to match the beat of a song. At this speed, he was going to beat his previous record out of spite.

Outside of the constant roar of the engine, things were dead silent inside the car. Minho was too busy concentrating on the road to speak, and you were analyzing his every move, not that there was much to analyze. He never made any mistakes.

Which is why when he zoomed by the starting streetlights with a record time of fifty-four seconds, you were anything but surprised.

“What’s my time?” He huffed, relaxing into the seat as his chest heaved.

“Fifty-four seconds.”

A pleased grin made its way onto his face before replacing itself with a smug smirk, Minho tilting his head as he turned the car off.

“I’m the best you’ve ever seen, admit it.”

“No thanks,” you replied, unlocking the door and stepping out of the car. “I’ve looked in a mirror before.”

Your heels clicked around the front of the car as Minho got out, shaking his head while he held the door open. Stopping in front of the open door, you nodded your head to tell him to get to the other side of the car so you two could get this over with, but he just looked down at the seat and back at you, waiting for you to step in. You reluctantly sat down and he closed the door behind you before walking across the front.

So he is a gentleman, you thought to yourself while pulling the Velcro on your gloves.

And a handsome one at that, was a thought that you quickly shooed away, not liking how your eyes admired the way the streetlights hit his face for a split second before he got back in the car.

You both buckled your seat belts and he cleared the timer on your phone, opening a fresh stopwatch log and waiting for you to look at him.

But you didn’t, you only tapped impatiently on the steering wheel with a manicured nail.

After a few seconds of tense silence you spoke up.

“What are you waiting for?” You gave him an annoyed side eye.

“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?”

“Okay, go.”

“What-”

“Go!”

You switched the car out of park and straight into first gear, making him shriek and start the timer while you snickered. The car barreled down the street, picking up fallen leaves and rattling trash cans with the engine alone.

You reached over to your left side and pressed a button, lowering all of the windows in the car at once, and Minho looked at you in disbelief.

“Do you not care about the drag you’re gonna get from that?” He yelled over the roaring wind.

“Not one bit.” You grinned, fixing the rear view mirror with your right hand.

It was at this point that Minho realized that he had never been in a car while you were behind the wheel, and his hand instinctively held on to an interior handle while you upshifted again. His heartbeat started to pick up as he noticed that you didn’t downshift, in fact whereas he usually would be two gears lower by now, you upshifted again and he held the handle tighter.

“Y/n,” he began calmly, looking at the speedometer, “do you see that turn up ahead?”

“Uh huh,” you yelled, holding the steering wheel with both hands now.

“Are you not going to slow down?!” He suddenly yelled, frightened at the calmness in your voice.

“Why would I do that-”

“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screamed, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”

You quickly looked behind you before pushing yourself far back into the seat, pressing your heeled foot a little bit further onto the acceleration pedal.

“This is how you handle a turn.”

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you spun the wheel to the left just before you hit the corner, and you and Minho were suddenly pressed into the right sides of your seats, the centrifugal forces taking over the black vehicle. The wind whistled through Minho’s window as the sound of tires skidding along the pavement filled the street, and just as he got a grasp as to what was happening, you spun the wheel the other way, realigning the car with the road ahead before you slammed on the acceleration.

And that’s when it hit him.

You were a drift racer.

And you didn’t slow down at all that entire turn.

You screamed in delight, almost as loud as the engine did as you tore up the street, the car swerving left and right as you drifted around nearly every corner, barely pausing to downshift or brake at all. You kept your mischievous eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel, and your foot on the acceleration the whole time.

Minho, in a panic, glanced at the stop watch after you shredded your way through a hairpin turn.

Thirty-eight seconds.

Oh my god, she’s going to beat me.

The final turn of the course approached quickly, thanks to your apparent resentment to using the brakes, and Minho started to grip the center console again, but instead of drifting around it like you usually did, you held onto the gear shift, pulling it towards you in succession just like he did when he drove. You shot him a wink before you rounded the corner, and his heart raced, but no longer out of fear.

The starting streetlight shot by you and you didn’t even bother to slow down, glancing at the stop watch to see that it read forty-seven seconds before taking the route that led to the highway.

“Where are we going?” He yelled, frantically putting his window back up, and you followed suit.

“Back to the club, silly,” you responded, before upshifting one last time.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Break From Toronto ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

You pulled the life out of the car with a twist of the keys, killing the engine before turning it over in your hands. The once shiny Toyota symbol was now faded to a dull gray, and many of the markings for the lock buttons were missing.

“Why...why didn’t you drift on the last turn?” Minho finally spoke up, looking at you while his chin rested in his palm. “You would have gotten a faster time-”

“I don’t care about records Minho,” you stated, undoing the Velcro on your gloves. “I already knew I was going to beat you, that was just to show off.”

You swiftly unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, stepping into the parking lot which was mostly empty by now, and he slowly did the same. He was still mostly in shock, lacking comebacks and sass just because he couldn’t process that he had lost.

Walking across the front of the car, Minho approached you with a hand outstretched, wanting to keep good sportsmanship despite his colossal defeat. You gladly accepted it, closing your hand around the keys you were twirling and offering it to firmly shake hands with him.

“They’ll have a good leader,” he said, nodding his head slightly.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you replied, before taking his hand and pressing it to his chest.

The keys to Changbin’s car fell into his hands as he looked between you and them, confused.

“But...you won,” he whispered, turning the key over in his hands.

“Damn right I did,” you chuckled, “but I don’t really want to be the leader, and besides, his car doesn’t have a Bluetooth radio, and I don’t feel like switching it out.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in shock, trying to come up with a response.

“So what do I tell them then?”

“Whatever you want Lee, I don’t care,” you said, stepping closer to him. His breath caught in his throat as you paused, looked him up and down, then straight into his eyes.

“You can tell them I lost, but we both know who the fastest racer in this city really is.”

And with that, you spun on your heels, walking towards your car as Minho stood there, dumbfounded.

“You’re going home?”

“Yeah,” you called back to him, “I’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Your heels clicked away at the pavement and Minho couldn’t help but watch, trying to make sense of the strange whirlwind of emotions in his stomach.

“Oh and uh...a word of advice,” you laughed, turning back to look at him, “you’d be a lot more enjoyable without that pole up your ass.”

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Early ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

“Sheesh,” Hyunjin swooned, trailing his fingers over the black exterior of the vehicle, assessing its every curve. “This car is sexy.”

Minho sat on a bench on the curb, trying to let the bass from inside the club soothe his mind as he held his head in between his hands.

“Ugh and it even matches my hair- if I had this car, I’d never bleach my hair again,” he sighed dreamily, adjusting a rear view mirror so he could look at himself. “Imagine showing up to parties in this baby, and-”

Hyunjin paused, narrowing his eyes at his best friend on the bench, who had barely said a word since he walked into the club and declared himself as the new leader.

“-and why do I get the feeling that I’m more excited about this car than you?” He said, trading his grin out for a concerned pout as he joined Minho on the bench.

“Because...I don’t deserve it,” Minho said slowly, staring at the license plate.

“Are you kidding?” Hyunjin scoffed, looking at the other in disbelief. “You’re the best racer that I know! Of course you deserve it, you wo-”

“She won.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, letting a small nervous chuckle escape his lips.

“What?”

“Seven seconds Hyunjin,” he began, standing up and rubbing his face with his hands. “That’s how much she beat me by.”

Hyunjin’s face went pale.

“That’s...that’s impossible,” the taller boy whispered to himself, and Minho laughed bitterly at that statement, reminding him of what he had thought earlier that night.

“Not for a drift racer, apparently!”

Minho turned around, facing the other who had shock written all over his face.

“Have you seen that woman drive?!” He practically yelled, and Hyunjin stopped to think.

“Come to think of it, no,” he realized, looking up at his friend. “She’s always helping Yeji learn the ropes when we go on our group drives, so they carpool-”

“Well you should watch her drive,” he continued, more hysterical laughter spilling from Minho’s lips, “she’s reckless, and she doesn’t slow down, and she drifts around every corner, and she drives with the goddamn windows down, and in the last hour she’s made me question everything I ever knew about street racing!” He paused to take a deep breath.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“She’s that good?”

“God, she’s incredible,” he confessed, leaning against the side of the car. “And she could have lowered her time too; at the last corner of the race she downshifted almost perfectly, and didn’t drift because ‘that was just to show off.’”

Hyunjin started laughing, for it wasn’t often that he got to see Minho all riled up about something...or someone.

“Never,” Minho spat, “never in my eight years of driving have I ever met anyone with the audacity to-”

“Minho! Minho Minho Minho,” Hyunjin chuckled, getting up off the bench to stand in front of a wide-eyed Minho, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“Hey,” he gave him a knowing smile, “it’s okay to have a crush-”

“Yah! Does everyone have to be drunk these days?” He yelled, pushing the younger one off of him as he opened the car door to get in. Hyunjin collapsed to the ground, lost in a fit of giggles among the asphalt.

“Call me when you want to talk about your feelings,” he swooned, erupting into laughter again before Minho slammed the door, shaking his head.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Get It, If You Let Me ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

The highway seemed awfully quiet as Minho zoomed along the shoulder, watching the street lights flicker through the car like a broken headlight as he let his mind wander. This night had taken more turns than the Le Mans race track, and he was way overdue for some sleep.

He sighed, looking through the windshield, and as he shifted his vision he noticed something amiss on one of the vents.

You had left your phone.

You must have forgotten to put it back in your bag, and Minho cursed at himself for forgetting to take it out and give it to you.

Then again, he was apparently desperately needing driving lessons, specifically the ones where you learn to drift.

Minho slowed down, coming to a stop at a red light as he pondered his decision. He knew where your house was, and knowing you, you’d still be awake, thanks to the countless times he had muted your endless chatting with Yeji in the group chat.

He was definitely too arrogant earlier. Would you even be willing to accept an apology or give him a second chance?

The light in the left lane flickered to green, letting an absolute lack of drivers make left turns and U-turns back into town, and Minho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened once again.

To hell with this.

He slammed on the acceleration, crossing the three empty lanes between the shoulder and the left turn lane before making a U-Turn, and nothing had felt more right than when he grinned and shifted the car into second gear.

Only one thing left to do now I guess, he thought to himself.

Punch it.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

“You should have seen the look on his face,” you practically squealed, kicking your legs up off the couch while trying not to spill your glass of wine. “The man was going to pee himself!”

“I know I nearly did the first time I rode with you,” Yeji chuckled, unscrewing the oil cap with a click. “H-Hey, I got it to come off!”

“Good!” You sat up on the couch, suddenly focused. “The oil is coming out black right?”

“Yeah...it’s kinda gross,” she drawled.

“Make sure you empty it all the way-”

Your train of thought was broken by the low rumble of a familiar engine on your street, slowly pulling into your driveway. You squinted your eyes in concentration, trying to identify who was at your house at this hour as Yeji confusedly called your name through the landline.

“Yeji? Are you going to be up for a while?” You said suddenly, holding the receiver up to your face again.

“Yeah...I have a couple more things to fix,” she said, and you heard the sound of a wrench clattering to the floor through the receiver. “Why?”

“I think Minho is at my house.”

“Ooooooooh-”

“Shut up, I’ll be right back,” you laughed, and then swiftly hung up, just in case this took longer than you expected.

You walked up to one of the windows near the driveway, lifting up one of the blinds to see if your suspicions were correct, and they were; Minho got out of his new car, shoving the keys into his pockets before closing the door behind him.

One glance into a mirror and you realized the absurdity of this situation.

You had quickly ridden yourself of the glittery makeup and cute outfit in favor of pajamas as soon as you got home, and here he was walking up to your door, still looking as sharp as he did earlier that night.

Good thing you didn’t care what he thought of you.

Mostly.

A hand through the hair would have to suffice for now.

He stepped up to your door, contemplating whether a knock or doorbell ring would be better, but you quickly erased both options, opening the door as soon as he stood on the welcome mat.

“I knew you’d be back but…” you looked him over and smiled, “...not this soon.”

He only responded with a light chuckle before pulling your phone out of his dark wash jeans.

“I wasn’t planning on being here like this but this was left in my car,” he said, holding it up to his face. “Figured you’d want it.”

You hummed, nodding in thanks and quirking an eyebrow.

“But…?”

“But what?” He laughed nervously.

“But no man in their right mind would drive to some chick’s house just to give her something that could have waited until the next morning,” you tilted your head in amusement and swirled the wine in your glass. “Unless you’ve come to apologize.”

“For?”

“Um, underestimating me?”

“Oh yeah, that,” more nervous laughter fell from his lips. “Sorry about that.”

“And the arrogance.”

“And the arrogance,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Cool. So now that that’s out of the way,” you whispered, putting your glass on a table inside near the door, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, “why are you really here?”

His eyes widened, clearly not prepared for you to have read him so easily.

“I…” his hands fumbled with the edges of his rolled up sleeves as he tried to get his thoughts together. After a few seconds of silence he dropped the act, relinquishing his cool demeanor.

“Back there, when you were driving,” a slow look of astonishment spread across his face, “how did you do that?”

“Do what? Drift?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to be a drift racer?”

“Not necessarily,” he explained, “it's just...we should have flipped over- I don’t get how you did that.”

“All I did was let the weight of the vehicle drive the car instead of me,” you said, nodding towards the hunk of metal on your driveway. “If you’re driving fast enough, turning sharply will make the car drift; the back wheels will try to swing to the front and centrifugal force and whatnot.”

Minho visibly winced.

“To put it simply, it’s about controlling a lack of control.”

“How is that safe?”

“It’s not,” you laughed, then turned serious. “Not that anything we do is safe.” He just blinked at you, trying to process what he was supposed to do with this information.

“Minho, on average, how much do you lower your record every time you attempt to beat it?”

“Uh,” he squinted his eyes. “I don’t know, like a half second maybe? Why?”

“You do the same thing every time don’t you?”

“Why does that sound like a bad thing coming from you?” He chuckled nervously, shifting on his feet.

“Well then it’s no wonder how I beat your record so easily,” you cackled, “you’ve basically optimized your route; to you, nobody can beat it, because nobody is going to try anything different.”

“Where are you going with this?” He tilted his head, assuming a defensive stance.

“You can’t get better unless you try something new.” You deadpanned, looking him straight in the eyes. “In other words, you can't beat me until you quit being so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He retorted.

“You basically tried to become Mariah Carey when I drove!”

He opened his mouth to snap back, then for his own safety, decided not to.

“Look, I get it,” you said quietly, “losing control in a car while you spin in a metal box isn’t everyone’s idea of fun-”

“Not when you put it like that-”

“But,” you chuckled, and the sparkle in his eyes returned, “because I know how this is going to keep you up tonight-”

“I’ll sleep just fine, thank you,” he laughed, folding his arms.

“I’ll give you one tip, for free.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Loosen up,” you said, giving him a light shove, and he stumbled backwards slightly. “Otherwise you’ll be stuck at fifty-four seconds.”

He just watched you turn to leave before you added, “I’ll be at the giant abandoned parking lot past downtown tomorrow night with Yeji, in case you want a lesson or something.” And with that you stepped behind your door, flashing him a smile before closing the door.

Minho stood there, blinking hard and trying to regulate the erratic beating of his heart before you opened the door again, giving him a strange look.

You pointed at him and raised an eyebrow, and he looked down to where your finger was pointed.

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, handing you your phone and you laughed, taking the device from him.

“Goodnight Minho,” you whispered before closing the door again, not giving him time to respond.

Your ability to make him speechless was getting out of hand.

Something tells me I’m supposed to get used to this…

“...goodnight.”

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

Punch It

a lixiesfreckles_ production

cast(in order of appearance)

Seo Changbin as the only one with a life

Hwang Hyunjin as the drama

Lee Minho as the obvious choice

Hwang Yeji as the best friend

in memory of my old self. you had no idea what you'd be capable of one day.

#Spotify #stray kids #lee minho fic #skz #lee minho ff #lixiesfreckles_#lee minho #lee minho x reader #minho #lee know #lee know fanfic

40 notes · View notes

dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

Text

Run These Streets || Bucky

streetracer!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s spotter, the person he puts his trust in while he’s out on the streets racing. When tragedy nearly strikes you can’t hold back you feelings any longer. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, illegal races, car crash, fluff, friends to lovers, implied smut WC: 2.3k

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

The streets were lined with cars ready for the Friday night races and they did not disappoint. There were the showy cars, they looked great on the outside but had a stock engine under the hood. There were the rich daddy cars, they were top of the line sports cars driven by toddlers. Then there were the street rats, they could take any beat up car and make magic. Gasoline ran through their veins and they lived for three minutes they spent burning rubber through their city streets.

“Here’s trouble.”

“I’m trouble?” You laughed as your smile grew, Bucky grinning back as he leant against his front bumper. “Just remind me, where was it I picked you up from last weekend? It was this big building, lots of police, bars on the doors…”

“Yeah, yeah, smart ass.” He smirked, oblivious to the bolt of lightning it sent straight to your core. “You gonna come give me a hug or not?”

You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his neck as he enveloped you in his arms, the scent of leather, oil and man driving you wild. You could have stayed in his arms forever, tracing your fingers over the cool dog tags he never removed while he pressed his warm lips to your forehead. It was over all too soon as the crowd began to fill the parking lot and they made their way to check out Bucky’s engine.

You turned away so that he could answer some of the questions but he caught you and pulled you back so you were standing between his legs, his chest to your back and his chin resting on your shoulder. You could hardly think as his hands slipped under your shirt and held your waist, the calluses on his fingers from spending countless hours working on his car sending goosebumps over your body. All you could focus on was the feel of him pressed against you, not needing to hear about his 6.2l V8 engine since you knew every inch of what was under his hood.

“Ready, doll?” Bucky asked quietly as the crowd left to find the best spots to watch the race.

You turned with a deep breath and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket. “Always.”

“Will you two just fuck already?” Steve begged as he held his hand out for the race entrance fee. “We all have a running bet and I’m about to lose if you don’t hurry up pal.”

“Ha-ha.” Bucky rolled his eyes and tossed a wad of cash to his best friend. “Why would anyone take you seriously when you're still hung up on that girl from elementary school?”

You left the boys to their weekly argument and reached into the passenger door to grab your laptop and headset. “I’m going to head up, I’ll see you at the finish line.”

Steve swore as he looked at his watch and ran off to get the other driver’s fees so the race could get underway and Bucky took your free hand in his. “I didn’t thank you for bailing me out last week.”

“It’s alright Buck, you’d do the same for me.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t have to.” He chuckled. “You’re too smart to get caught.”

Your neck heated at the compliment and you looked down to where your hands were still joined.

“Let me take you out to dinner after.”

“It’s after midnight.” You laughed.

“Fine, let me take you to breakfast.” He countered. “Please?”

His finger gently tipped your chin back so he could melt you with his blue eyes, almost the same shade as his car. You gave a small nod, the lines of your friendship already blurred and murky beyond recognition, and his smile brightened the night.

“Let me win this race real quick so we can go.” He smiled before stealing a quick kiss from your stunned lips and making his way to the driver's door. “End of the line?”

“End of the line.” You agreed before making your way to the apartment building behind the parking lot and taking the elevator to the rooftop. “Can you hear me?”

You took a seat at the ledge and opened your laptop as you heard Bucky answer through his own headset.

“I hear you, doll.”

“Good, now you know what you’re up against.” You said as you remembered your walk around the parking lot. “The only threat I saw was the 302 small block but they were trying to fix the transmission last minute, if they fixed that then he could be a contender.”

“What about Trust Fund in the Lambo?”

“Way ahead of you, I already ran the plates.” You chuffed proudly. “He’s only owned the car for three weeks, he’s either going to be too cautious or a daredevil. My money is on daredevil so give him a wide berth, I don’t need him powersliding into you.”

You heard his engine rev and the crowds scream as the race was set to begin and Bucky’s laugh filled your ears. “It almost sounds like you care about me.”

“I care about breakfast.” You joked. “Drive safe, James.”

You didn’t get an answer but you were used to it, nothing about his driving was safe. He pushed the limits of everything from the car to the laws of physics to just the law in general. You were almost deafened but the roar of the engines as the cars below took off from the starting line.

“90 degree left turn in 150 yards, immediately followed by a 90 degree right turn.” You informed him as his spotter. “Then it is a half mile straight run.”

“The Lamborghini will-”

“Trust me.” You stopped him from even thinking about losing as you watched the GPS spots moving along your screen as well as Bucky’s dashcam footage. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Bucky hit the straight and put his foot to the floor as he weaved his way through the traffic, the Lamborghini trying to chase down Bucky’s lead by using its quicker acceleration. “Keep him on your right. 90 degrees left turn in 100 yards, push him wide.”

Bucky let off the gas so the Trust Fund driver had to swerve right or plow into him before slamming his foot back on the accelerator as they headed towards the turn. You heard the squeal of his tires burning as he ripped the e-brake and slid into the turn, the Lamborghini slamming on his brakes to avoid writing off the supercar when Bucky left him almost no room to take the corner. Bucky’s laugh was followed with a shout as he saw the ostentatious car disappear from his rearview.

“You know I love you, right?”

“You only remind me when you are winning.” You pointed out. “Left turn now, then 200 yards and left again.”

“Well, if I ever lose I’ll remember to say it then too.”

“Don’t get too cocky, Barnes. Right in 150 yards and you’re on the home stretch.” You warned as you saw the other muscle car slowly closing the distance, just waiting for the straight. “Prime your NOS, the Mustang’s gonna try to make a break for it.”

“Primed.” Bucky confirmed as he flipped the switch before sliding into the corner and lining up the straight to the finish line. “Breakfast’s on me, doll.”

You looked over the ledge and along the street to see the headlights of the racers coming back towards the crowd, their cheers disrupting the night. Bucky’s bright LEDs were leading the way but the Mustang was right behind him and you watched it pull out as they hit their NOS. Time seemed to slow down as you saw their headlights sway, the back tires losing traction as their transmission broke and fell out of gear, dropping down to a lower one.

“Bucky!” You screamed as the Mustang lost control beside him. “NOS NOW!!!!”

You were already slamming your laptop closed and running for the elevator, the sounds of an almighty crash deafening you from the headset and echoing up from the street before a blast exploded. You couldn’t breathe as you sprinted from the building towards the ball of fire filling the street, your cries for Bucky to talk to you going unanswered. Your vision blurred and hot tears stung your eyes as you found the Mustang burning, the ruins of another car scattered around it.

You hadn’t realised you had fallen to your knees until a pair of arms lifted you up and the only voice you needed to hear called your name. You blinked rapidly to clear the tears and ran your hands through his hair that was messy from tearing his helmet from his head.

“I’m alright.” Bucky soothed as he held your tight, letting your tears wet his shirt. “Good thing the release was primed.”

“You didn’t answer me.” You hiccuped as you slapped his chest. “Why didn’t you answer? I thought you had…fucking hell, Bucky, you gave me a damn heart attack.”

“Sorry, doll.” He murmured gently as he kissed your forehead. “Snapped the aux cord in the rush to hit the NOS, I didn’t even know the headset wasn’t connected until I came to a stop.”

You looked behind the crowd and saw Bucky’s Camaro parked safely beyond the finish line. “Cops are gonna be here any minute.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to find you first.” Bucky agreed, taking your hand and towing you back to his car until he caught you looking back at the burning wreckage. “His crew pulled him out, he was in bad shape but alive. They’re already on their way to the hospital.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let yourself be pulled away. Bucky opened the passenger door and buckled you in when he saw your hands trembling. You held on tight to your harness as he darted in and out of the mass exodus of cars leaving at the sound of sirens, trusting he wouldn’t let you get hurt or arrested.

“You okay beautiful?” Bucky asked as the heat died down and he slowed to merge with the late night traffic on the freeway, cruising in fourth so he could take your hand.

“You really scared me tonight.” You admitted quietly, enjoying the warmth of his hand in yours. “I thought I lost you.”

He chuckled and kissed your knuckles, taking his eyes off the road long enough to make a promise to you. “You’ll never lose me.”

Your heart stammered as his eyes glowed under the streetlights and you squeezed his hand. “You know I love you right?”

“You stole my line.” He smirked before pulling off at the exit that led to his suburb. “I love you too.”

It was quiet when he pulled into his garage, closing it down behind him and plunging the car into darkness. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” His voice sounded so close, as if his lips were almost touching your skin and you gasped as he hit the light on the car ceiling to find you had thought right.

Your lips were dry as you waited for him to make a move, your body trembling from the adrenaline and the anticipation. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

His kiss was pure need, the need to reassure you he was still alive, the need to satiate the urges he had been fighting against, the need to feel you against him. His fingers worked the racing harness open and freed you from their restraint so you could move closer and you took full advantage. You just had to run your fingers through his hair as your tongue danced with his, your addiction to him growing exponentially with every second that you kissed.

“I know you love your car.” You murmured as his lips trailed down your neck and his hands roamed up your shirt. “But our first time is not going to be in it.”

He pulled back and opened his door, pupils blown with lust like yours probably were too. “How about the second?”

You laughed as you shook your head and opened your own door before he made it around. “Maybe the 100th.”

“So…next week?” He smirked as he bit his bottom lip.

“I don’t think that’s scientifically possible.” You teased as he took your hand and led you to his room you had been in a thousand times before.

“I’m willing to try if you are, in the name of science of course.” He stated seriously as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to his laundry pile before pulling you close once again. “What d’ya say, doll?”

“Oh, I’m more than willing.” You purred as his muscles rippled beneath your palms that you ran them down his chest, hooking into the waistband of jeans and pushing them down his hips. “I need you now.”

You were beyond exhausted as you lay in Bucky’s arms, your fingers twirling the small trail of hair at his navel. “I hate to admit Steve is right about anything…”

“I know.” Bucky chuckled, his stomach bouncing with his soft laugh. “I can’t believe they had a bet.”

“Really? I can.”

Your laughter died out as you looked at the stars stuck to the ceiling, their faint glow still managing to light up even after all the years they had been there. You had stuck them up there after Bucky’s parents died, when he had started having nightmares and was afraid to fall asleep. You had been there for him through all of his toughest times and he had been there for all of yours.

“Ten years ago, is this where you thought you would be now?” You asked as you pulled your eyes away from the stars to look up at Bucky, a smile growing on his face as he held you tighter.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a kiss, “wherever you were, I knew that’s where I would be.”

Click here for part two.

Taglist || Taglist Join Form ||

@nash-dara @buckyisperfect @itswanktime @slutforsexyseabass @sea040561 @gryffindorqueensworld @honeywithemoney @kenzieam @tsnelf7 @jmeagin-blog @saranghaey @heavenly-rogers @bibibeauelle @wildcat116 @glxwingrxse @ymasen @thebuckybarnesvault @hoe-4-sebstan @tailsoflightning @avengershoney @hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes @kamaria-sweet-writes @mkirk12776 @youngr0se95 @scxrpioscult @ke05 @balekanemohafe @ladiesloveluxury @cjand10 @buckyspussy @mogaruke @tenpointsforbucky @matchat3a @prk1990 @misshale21 @pono-pura-vida @buckyisguiltypleasure @thrxshsxbbxth @rachellovesloki @ashenc-blog @winterstorm311 @chaoticevilbakugo @evanstanwhore @pandareesstuff @lonesomewitchking

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #street racer au #streetracer!bucky #racer!bucky

732 notes · View notes

vneuns · 3 years

Text

▸ CHERIOS 2K EVENT THE ONE WITH THE AU’S ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

main masterlist | event masterlist

＃ʚĭɞ in honor of hitting such a big milestone i decided to do an event (ikr right?) all by myself! thank you all so so so much I love you, and without further or do let’s get on with it

what the hell is this? It’s my event! in which i give you a list of “overused” au prompts as well as dialogue and you pick your favs with a c! or cc! of your choice

how do i request? simple ‘can I request the only one bed trope with prompt 4 for c! or cc!Sapnap?’

and than you get a short drabble 200-500 words for what and whom you requested <3

10/10

psst… click the cut to continue below!

RULES

1. if the person you’re requesting for is a minor please keep in mind it’ll only be platonic and if suggestive or romantic au’s are requested for them your ask will be deleted

2. be patient, it’ll probably take a lot of willpower to write

3. a prompt / au may only by used twice before it's crossed off the list

AU’S

Bakery Au

Coffee Shop Au

Flower Shop Au

Enemies to Lovers Au

Actor Au

Accidental Marriage Au

Book Store Au

Fake Dating/Engagement/Marriage Au

High School Au

Podcast Au

CEO/Boss Au

Roommates Au

Road Trip Au

One Bed Trope Au

Royalty Au

StreetRacing Au

Youtuber Au

Wedding Planner Au

Blind Date Au

College Au

Mafia Au

High School Reunion Au

Library Au

Neighbor Au

Pen Pal Au

Family Au

Single Parent Au

One Night Stand Au

PROMPTS

1. “ you're my friend, but... sometimes i wish you were more than that. “

2. “ you just proved that you can't be trusted. “

3. “ i know you don't trust me right now, but i still care about you. “

4. “ what happened to us sticking together? “

5. “ please, don’t give up on us now. we’ve come too far. “

mafia au - cc!karl

6. “ i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. “

single parent au - cc!Wilbur

7. “ your lips feel like home. “

royalty au - c!george

8. “ i'm in charge. “ “ no, you're not. absolutely not. “ “ yes, i am, unless you want me to drive you off this road. “

street racer au - c!Punz

9. “ demon spawn. “ “ push-over. “ “ how dare you! “

10. “ you've lost everything. “ “ spare it for someone who cares. “

11. “ feels like yesterday. “ “ i know. time flies. “

12. “ i'll just uh, take the couch. “ “ don't be silly, we can share a bed. “

13. “ will you keep me safe against all the monsters? “ “ shut up. “

roommate au - cc!Dream

14. “ i can't believe i'm even admitting to this but, you now, i've always kinda wondered what it would be like to kiss you. “

roomate au - cc!George

15. “ you've won me over, again. you're so charming when you yield that knife around like a lost puppy with abandonment issues. “

16. “ put that mouth to good use and come kiss me. “

college au - dream

17. “ i think i'm falling in love with you. “

roommate au - cc!sapnap

coffee shop au - cc!wilbur

single parent au - cc!sapnap

fake dating au - c!Technobalde

18, “ can i take you on a date? “ “mm i don’t know my schedules pretty busy “

single parent au - cc!sapnap

19. “ you're not scared of me. I like that. “

20. “ for some of us, there never was ‘a simpler time. “

21. ” my mother was right about you. ”

22. " i made some breakfast, if you're hungry? "

23. ” look me in the eyes, and tell me you didn't mean to hurt me. ”

high school au - c!sapnap

24. " you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. "

high school au - cc!dream

25. " yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. "

flower shop au - c!Karl

26. “ you’re a fucking idiot but you’re my idiot “

podcast au - cc!karl

27. ” can you just promise me one thing? ” ” what's that? ” ” if you ever find yourself in [city] again... call me. ”

high school reunion - cc!wilbur

28. “ it’s just a scratch don’t worry “

one night stand au - cc!dream

29. “ just promise me one thing, “ “of course what is it? “ “promise you’ll be here when i wake up”

30. " were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? "

penpal au - c!tommy

31. “ just one more kiss then i’ll go “

of course all of these prompts are a mere suggestion so if you don’t like them feel free to request with your own, also credits to @screnwriter and all the other’s whose prompts i used for this event <3

Tags

@inniterhq @basilly @yamturds @dysfunctionalcrab @tinyegg @ttakinou @charnease @i-mmunity @b3l0v3ds @alice-blue-skies @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @mitzimania @joyfullymulti @dreamzluvrr @multifandomgirl-us @sufloerfs @sunniewrites @acidtabletz @sushisoot @thatplanetmarz @dreamwvrld @rowanndoesntwrite @earthtooz @bozowrites @blanknamed @simpoot @sleepysoupi @serend1p1ty-0

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x yn #fluff #sapnap x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dream smp ff #dream team ff #feral boys ff #karl jacobs x reader #quackity fanfiction #Quackity x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

50 notes · View notes

just-come-baek · 3 years

Text

get in, loser 3

Pairing: Taeyong x female!reader

Themes: smut | mafiaboss!taeyong | streetracer!reader | carthief!reader

Word count: 6.8k

Summary: Taeyong has another assignment for me, and though it seems quite simple, I could not foresee these complications. Also, why do actions have consequences? Somebody should’ve warned me before!

A/N First of all, special thanks to Ally for supporting me through ko-fi! 🥰 Also, sorry for not updating it sooner, I’ve been busy with work and college, the next chapter will be probably around New Year, since I’d like to write something christmasy. 🎄Enjoy~~

There’s something unexplainable about Taeyong.

He’s a living paradox; on one side, he’s a ruthless mafia boss who won’t hesitate to attack people who had dared to wrong him. However, on the other, he’s a caring leader that is ready to go out of his way to protect his loyal associates.

Though it was, give or take, two weeks since I got to know him personally, I could deduct this much. There was nothing he valued more than loyalty, and I made a mental note to myself to never let him down, especially in this department.

Despite witnessing him murder Haechan and Jisung, I felt oddly safe in his arms, and it was alarming as fuck. Only God knows how many red flags I decided to ignore this night for the sake of his warm embrace. Perhaps it was stupid and reckless, but I didn’t care.

I was scared, and it provided me with warmth and comfort. Taeyong was the one who inflicted the wound on my mind by making me torture Haechan. However, at the same time, he was helping me to treat it with his support.

I didn’t do anything wrong. However, according to Taeyong’s twisted sense of justice, it should be me to punish them – an eye for an eye and all of that bullshit.

As soon as Taeyong led me out of the basement, he leaned in. His whisper tickled my sensitive skin as he ordered me to wait for him in my new car. With a slight nod of my head, I exited the mansion, awfully glad he let me go. Though I tried to forget it even happened, my mind was replaying all of the events from the last hour, making me sick.

The cold fresh breeze hit my face, making me shiver. Wrapping my arms around my torso, I made my way to the vehicle. Once inside, I turned on the music player, looking through for my therapy playlist.

The first song on the playlist was “Don’t Cha” by The Pussycat Dolls, and I nervously began tapping my fingers against the steering wheel in the rhythm. At some point, I unconsciously started singing my heart out, and it actually helped me calm down my nerves.

Unfortunately, the sensation was short-lived. As soon as Taeyong sat down in the passenger seat and closed the doors, I once again became a nervous wreck.

What did he want to discuss with me in private?

“Your opponents didn’t make it easy for you, did they?” Taeyong asked with a mischievous smirk upon his face after he saw the current state of the car.

“It’s just a couple of scratches; it’s no big deal,” I stated, trying to brush it off. Though it pained me, I knew Doyoung would gladly help me fix the vehicle in exchange for a fancy bottle of booze. (And some free ride coupons if he happened to be extra whiny.)

“So…” I cleared my throat, trying not to seem overly intimidated by his presence. “What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, avoiding his dominant gaze. Under the influence of Taeyong's penetrating eyes, I’d most likely agree to anything in a heartbeat, and that’s not what I wanted at the moment. I had to be assertive and stand my ground.

“First of all, where is the money you won tonight?” Taeyong inquired, and I tilted my head toward the glove compartment, where I had stuffed all the cash I had won in the race. With a playful smirk, Taeyong reached in, pulled out the bag, and looked inside.

“You made me really proud tonight,” he commented, staring at the money before he put his hand into the bag and threw a handful of cash on my thighs. “That’s the tip, spend it wisely,” Taeyong added, and I smiled sheepishly, having no idea what I could spend this money on.

“Thanks,” I answered out of courtesy.

“I know you must be exhausted, so I’ll be quick,” Taeyong started, and I smiled, glad he understood my state. I had survived a couple of terribly tiring days, and right now, I just wanted to return to my tiny apartment, crawl under the covers, and sleep to my heart’s content.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Next Saturday, I have a business to tend to, and I’ll be needing a driver,” Taeyong explained vaguely, and I nodded my head, making a mental note of it. “Normally, I’d ask Lucas, but we’re a bit understaffed right now, so he’s going to be pretty busy.”

If I wasn’t half-asleep by now, I would be outraged. Ever since I had stolen Taeyong’s vehicle, I put my blood, sweat, and tears into proving I could be a legit gang member. And now, they were looking for recruits, the nerve! Partially, I might’ve been an indirect reason they were understaffed at the moment, yet it still managed to anger me.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll do it,” I replied dismissively, not even bothering to ask for any additional information. The case seemed too easy; there must’ve been a catch, but at this point, I didn’t care. I just wanted this conversation to be over with. Taeyong wouldn’t assign me to this task if he didn’t believe I could pull through, so I naturally agreed, hoping I wouldn’t regret this negligence.

“Someone will text you more details sometime next week until then, get some rest, you look like you need lots of it,” Taeyong spoke teasingly as he once again eyed me from head to toe. I could only guess how awful I looked with the bruises, the eye bags, and an unimpressed frown on my face.

“Gee, thanks for that,” I jested, making Taeyong smirk in response.

“See you soon, doll,” having leaned toward me, he whispered before pressing a delicate kiss in the corner of my mouth, confusing the hell out of me.

What the hell was that?

***

Though at first, I was doubtful, I somehow managed to get better over the week. I still had a vivid picture in my mind of the crime scene unfolding in front of me, but it didn’t bother me as much as it had earlier. Also, I didn’t feel like throwing up out of stress when I thought of Taeyong. As time passed, all the intensity seemed to wear off, and I was glad because I wasn’t ready to take in any more stress.

Right now, I felt great.

Most of the bruises already healed, and I slept to my heart’s content and even went to the fitness club for some yoga classes. Last night, Doyoung and I had a sleepover at my place with classic 90’s movies, unhealthy snacks, and fruity face masks.

Life’s beautiful, I’d say.

Just as Taeyong had said, someone had texted me the details about the next gig. It was Lucas, and as much as I liked hearing from him, I’d much prefer a face-to-face encounter. He was hot as fuck, and though out of my league, I would love to appreciate his ethereal beauty in person instead of imagining him in yet another gorgeous outfit. I just couldn’t help myself; it was his fault he looked like his place was on the cover of Men’s Health.

His message was short, but it provided me with a lot of information, and in all honesty, I was glad he didn’t give me too many details. All I had to do was to escort Taeyong and his friend to a nightclub outside the city and drive them back to the mansion. The car would await me in Taeyong’s driveway, and I should arrive about half an hour before the departure. Oh, and of course, what the dress code was – nightlife extravaganza.

I had no idea what business they were to tend to, but I decided it was for the better. The less I knew about Taeyong's dirty dealings, the less trouble I was getting myself into. If I knew what they were about to do, I might’ve found myself in yet another one stress-heavy episode. It seemed like the only reasonable option to stay the hell away from any possible stress factors.

“How do I look?” I asked Doyoung as I stepped out of my bathroom, letting him check out the outfit. I was wearing a black two-piece, consisting of a cropped top with straps around the waist and a pair of high-waisted leather skinny pants. With ankle strap red high heels, a matching quilted purse, and sharp make-up, I felt sexy and empowered.

“You look like a badass CEO, is this the look you were going for?” Doyoung stated after carefully judging my outfit. Sighing, he put one leg over another. “I like it,” he smiled, giving me thumbs up. “Top it off with that leather jacket, and you’re good to go.”

“The black one or the red one?” I asked, looking at the jackets, wondering which would suit me better, ignoring ‘the really???’ look that Doyoung was giving me. “OK, never mind, sorry I asked,” I groaned, throwing the black jacket at Doyoung’s face, putting the red one over my shoulders.

“Mr. Bad Boy won’t be able to take his eyes off of you,” Doyoung remarked in a snarky manner, and I stuck my tongue out, trying to ignore the verbal jab. Very sophisticated conversation between two best friends, I had to admit.

“I won’t even reply to that,” I sighed and went to the mirror to check out if my make-up needed any retouch. Doyoung must’ve really thought I was trying to impress Taeyong with the outfit, and to be honest, it was the least of my worries. Though we barely spoke with each other, Taeyong didn’t seem to understand the meaning of personal space, so I doubted he cared what I was wearing. As long as I’d let him take it off, he would be satisfied.

Not that I thought about letting him do that…

I was a professional, and sleeping with my boss, or even thinking about it isn’t at the top of my priorities. I’m a skilled car racer and a thief, and that’s what I’m planning on focusing on.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back. Close the doors when you leave, okay?” I told Doyoung, and he smiled, lying on the couch, reaching for the TV remote.

“No worries, I’ll just watch the game, clean up the mess you made, and leave,” he said before he stuffed his mouth with a handful of potato chips. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

***

Punctually, I parked my cute Fiat on Taeyong’s driveway right next to a big ass black Hummer. Having got out of my tiny vehicle, I made my way around the monster truck, seeing Lucas in the driver seat, setting up the navigation system. I knocked on the window, and the man turned his head around in a second, sending me a playful smirk.

God, he’s ridiculously hot. My memory didn’t do him justice. With his hair swept back, in a loose red jacket and a low-cut black t-shirt, he looked mesmerizing. A minute later, he exited the vehicle, and I saw him in all his tall glory, and for a brief second, I forgot how to breathe.

It was the effect® Lucas had on regular people.

“The keys are in the ignition, the location already typed into the GPS system. Taeyong and the other guy should be here in a few,” Lucas said, and I nodded.

Who’s the other guy?

Not even Lucas knows his name?

Strange…

“Hello to you, too,” I spoke, smiling at him. Taeyong was nowhere to be seen, so I cleared my throat before firing a question, initiating small talk. “How is recruiting going?” I inquired, genuinely curious about the progress he must’ve made.

“Nothing much yet, but I’m full of hope,” Lucas answered honestly, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, you inspired me to broaden my horizons,” he added, and I cocked up my eyebrow, wanting him to continue. Did I inspire him? Wow.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’ve done some impressive shit,” Lucas confirmed, and I blushed at the compliment. “I’ve figured we need more women in our field, and I’ve talked to two best female candidates I could find. Right now, we discuss terms of recruitment,” Lucas explained excitedly, and I was positively shocked to hear such news.

Did someone hit him in the head with the feminism manifesto, or what?

“I don’t know what to say…” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around the newest revelation. Having experienced the treatment I received from most of them, it was hard to believe it took them so little time to change their mindset. I mean… it was just Lucas for now, but the change was already visible. “I’m happy to hear that; I can’t wait to meet them,” I added, turning my head to the side upon seeing Taeyong and his friend.

“Meet who?” Taeyong asked in confusion as he didn’t know the full context of our conversation.

“We were just talking about new recruits. I fill you in as soon as I have everything confirmed,” Lucas spoke. Taeyong nodded his head in comprehension, not even half as interested as I was. “Have a safe trip. I’ll get going,” he excused himself before walking away to a white Lamborghini Huracan.

“Missed me, doll?” Taeyong asked with a suggestive smirk decorating his face, as he bit on his bottom lip, glancing at me from head to toe. Yikes! It was unprofessional, and I wanted to scold him for being such a caveman. However, on a second thought, I decided to straighten my back to assert my confidence. Taeyong just wanted to express his appreciation for my fantastic outfit. Even though he chose the creepiest way of doing it, I chose to ignore it with a subtle eye roll.

“Is he always this nasty with you?” The mysterious man asked me as he walked past Taeyong, stretching his hand, greeting me like a regular person. “Pardon him, I’ve told him many times to work on his manners, but it’s like talking to a wall,” he added, and I chuckled, respecting the man already. He was talking shit about Taeyong in his presence – it was admirable.

“Who’s nasty? Speak for yourself!” Taeyong yelled, but his shorter friend just brushed it off.

“I kind of got used to it,” I replied casually, trying to give him a neutral answer.

“I’m Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but since no one can pronounce it right, everybody calls me Ten,” he introduced himself, and I replied with my name, hoping he would use it instead of yet another infantile nickname.

“Nice to meet you, Ten,” I answered, smiling at the man politely.

“Should we get going?” Having cleared his throat, Taeyong asked, urging us inside of the vehicle. Following Taeyong’s order, I smirked, thinking of his ridiculous behavior. It was the first time when I didn’t give him my full attention, and it was evident it bothered him.

It was new and refreshing, and it was kind of cute of him.

“Yeah, sure, get in, losers, we don’t have all night,” I added, growing a little bit impatient with their slow movements.

“You really have to stop calling me that,” Taeyong whispered in a low voice as he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a firm squeeze.

“And you really have to fasten your seatbelts, or we’re not going anywhere,” I teased with a big, artificial smile, scraping his hand off my thigh. “Those rules apply to you, too,” I added, looking into the rearview mirror, catching Ten sitting comfortably, ignoring seatbelts.

“Is she always like this?” Ten asked, yet obediently following my instructions.

“No. Usually, she’s way cooler,” Taeyong answered, pouting slightly.

***

A little over an hour later, I parked the Hummer in front of a night club. Apparently, all types of shady dealings were meant to be discussed over strong liquor and with a half-naked lady sitting on their laps.

“Good luck, boys,” having turned off the engine, I spoke, sounding awfully like a mom, dropping her kids at another soccer practice.

Annoyed, Taeyong smirked. “Oh no, you’re going with us,” he added, and I cursed under my breath, displeased that Taeyong managed to ruin my plans of staying behind and not getting involved in whatever business they were about to discuss. The less I knew, the better, and Taeyong was really making it difficult for me.

Trailing slowly behind them, I entered the club.

“Get anything you want. We’ll be back in a few,” Taeyong whispered into my ear as he slid his platinum credit card into my palm. “Don’t cause any trouble,” he added before they both walked away to the booth at the back of the establishment.

I still could see them, though they were outside my earshot. It couldn’t get any better. I wouldn’t have to worry about hearing anything that wasn’t meant for my ears. However, at the same time, I could appreciate their natural beauty, fashion sense, and confidence in their original habitat.

I was a designated driver tonight (duh), and it was more than irresponsible to buy myself an alcoholic drink – especially with my ridiculously low alcohol tolerance. Leaning over the counter, much to the bartender’s dismay, I ordered a virgin Mojito.

Having checked whether or not the bartender spat into my drink, I picked up the glass, wrapped my lips around the straw, and took a sip. Though it was delicious, I’d much prefer it to have some alcohol in it. Maybe next time, perhaps tomorrow on my day off, I told myself as I spun on the barstool to have a look at Taeyong and Ten.

They both looked gorgeous, though they didn’t fit the typical mobster description.

Taeyong had his now baby blue hair styled down, a white suit jacket, a baby blue T-shirt, and light pants that made him look like some lawyer on a business trip. Ten, on the other hand, with his messy parted bangs hairstyle, an olive bomber jacket, black hoodie, and a pair of black cargo pants, resembled a lost college student.

The men, who they were meeting, were a completely different story, though. All of them seemed like lethal mobsters with their short hair and all leather outfits. I knew for sure I wouldn’t like to stumble upon them in a dark alley. Without any doubt, they had guns on them, and I was fearful enough to turn my head around and return to my drink.

Not knowing how much time it would take them to discuss all terms of whatever agreement they wanted to sign on, I decided to text Doyoung to pass the time. Unfortunately, before I managed to pull out my phone, my drink got knocked over by a very drunk girl sitting on the barstool next to mine.

“Hey, watch it!” I shouted as I jumped off my stool, not wanting to get all wet. In a matter of a few seconds, the bartender rushed over, helping me wipe off the counter.

“I’m really sawwy,” she said in a drunken haze, and I rolled my eyes, not really wanting to start an argument with an intoxicated person. When drunk, I also tend to be more clumsy than usual, so I simply decided not to hold her accountable for such a minor mistake.

Having apologized for spilling my drink, she excused herself, leaving her date at the bar alone. A good-looking man ordered another round of cocktails for him and his date. I cocked my eyebrows at his behavior. She was already drunk; another drink wouldn’t make her any good.

In a minute, the bartender placed two cranberry vodkas on the counter, putting it on the man’s tab. At first, I wanted to mind my own business and not attract any unnecessary attention. However, when I noticed the man slipping something into the woman’s drink, I knew I needed to intervene. He wanted to hurt her, and I just couldn’t let that happen.

Sighing, I jumped off the barstool and marched to the bathroom, wanting to warn her. Thankfully, she was standing in front of the mirrors, washing her hands when I found her.

Casually, I stopped next to her and pulled out my lipstick to reapply it.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, watching her wobble in her ridiculously high stilettos. She was barely standing on her feet – she was in no condition to have yet another drink, let alone a drink spiked with some type of drug.

“I feel funny. I had one drink, yet I feel like I had five,” the woman commented, placing her purse next to the basin, searching for cosmetics to touch up her make-up. “It must be because I barely ate today, I was so stressed about this date, so I only had breakfast,” she added, but it didn’t calm me. If anything, it made me even more alert.

“Is it your first date with him?” I inquired, trying not to sound intrusive. She seemed a bit naïve, and I wanted to look out for her. If I could prevent her from getting hurt, I had to try.

“Yeah, he asked me out yesterday in a coffee shop next to my building. He’s so romantic,” the woman explained dreamily, and I refrained from groaning in distaste. What kind of dudes did she date in the past to think this guy was romantic?

That was all I needed to know to figure out that he just wanted to get laid and toss her aside. He just wanted to use her body without even earning her consent. No matter how good looking he was – it was unjustifiable. I couldn’t let her go to him and become a victim. I had to try and prevent her from getting hurt.

“Are you sure you want to go back to him in this state? If I were you, I’d reschedule,” I commented, trying to talk her out of continuing this date.

��What is your problem?” asked she, her tone laced with anger and irritation. “I’m on a date, and you keep ruining it. What’s your deal?”

Wow, that was rude.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She couldn’t be for real, right?

“Listen–” I started, trying to defend my case, but she, once again, interjected me.

“No, you listen! I’m on a date with his hot man. You may try your luck somewhere else. I can bet you’ll find someone willing to fuck you but buzz off from me, and my man,” she hissed, and I just blinked a couple times, trying to comprehend what just happened. Though she was annoying the hell out of me, I still had to help her. Perhaps she didn’t fully deserve my saving, but I had to try. Friends or enemies, she didn’t merit to be taken advantage of.

Trying to flee the scene, she grabbed her purse and turned around to storm out of the bathroom. Fortunately, I managed to wrap my hand around her wrist before she made her way to the doors.

“Get a grip, woman!” I shouted at her, hoping she would listen to my loud voice – especially when she didn’t seem to particularly enjoy my calm and worried tone. “He roofied your drink and wants to take advantage of you. You better get yourself a ride home and leave.”

She looked at me, and I looked at her, having an intense stare contest. She must’ve been weighing her options before she tore her arm from my grasp.

“I can take care of myself,” she added before leaving the bathroom.

I tried, I told myself, but it still made me uneasy. She didn’t listen to my warnings, and she was about to get hurt, and it made me feel remorseful. I didn’t do my best. I still could prevent her from getting assaulted.

Heaving a deep sigh, I left the bathroom, determined to stop the man from drugging her even if I had to swallow the poison myself.

They were sitting by the bar as earlier. She was laughing at his joke, and he had his hand on her thigh. They seemed comfortable, but I knew enough to realize it was superficial.

Slowly, I approached them, stumbling over my legs, pretending to be shitfaced drunk. Once the drink was within my reach, I fake-tripped, spilling the alcohol on the man’s laps.

“You bitch,” he yelled in absolute anger. Apparently, he didn’t like it when his plan fell through. “Look what you’ve done!” He jumped to his feet, trying to wipe off his jeans.

Unfortunately, his furious outburst brought lots of attention to us. Instinctively, I turned to look at Taeyong. He was staring at me, mouthing, get out.

It was my much-awaited cue, so I gave this gross man some half-ass apology and left the club without any second thoughts. I had enough of this drama; I’d rather wait for them in the car.

Patiently, I waited for Taeyong and Ten to return. Time flew by quickly as I browsed my social media feed, forwarding the funniest memes to Doyoung.

Maybe thirty minutes later, Taeyong knocked on the window, wanting me to open the trunk. Two huge men with heavy leather jackets and gold chains around their necks threw four enormous black bags into the trunk, shutting it close with a loud thud.

I had no idea what the cargo was, but it didn’t sit right with me. Whatever it was, it must’ve been illegal, and it made me jumpy.

“What’s in the bags?” I asked carelessly, regretting my questing the second it left my mouth.

“Do you really want to know?” Taeyong challenged, and I vigorously shook my head in firm denial. Chuckling, he added, “Just samples.”

“Right,” I answered, dismissing the topic. Quickly, I turned on the engine and drove away, wanting to get back to the mansion as fast as it was lawfully possible.

Unfortunately, not talking about the cargo didn’t make me stop thinking about what’s inside the bags. Taeyong’s business has many branches, varying in dozens of illegal activities. Regardless of what was sitting in the trunk, we would all go to prison if caught.

“What kind of trouble did you cause when I specifically requested you didn’t?” Taeyong asked somewhat throughout the ride. His hands were squeezed in fists, resting on his thighs as he waited for my answer.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I genuinely apologized before I began pleading my case. Hopefully, with proper justification for my actions, Taeyong would understand. He was a human, after all. “I just couldn’t stay idle and watch this nightmare unfold in front of me. I had to help this girl out, even though she didn’t seem to appreciate it."

“Jaehyun was right about you,” Taeyong whispered mysteriously, making me raise an eyebrow in confusion. What kind of prejudice Jaehyun held against me? “You’re way too nice for this job,” he added, and I took a deep sigh, expecting a much worse response.

Though it pained me, it was understandable that being good was a bad thing in this line of business. Typically, I’d be glad to hear such a compliment, but under these circumstances, it made me upset. I wasn’t a saint, but I had some sort of a moral backbone.

“I wouldn’t necessarily put it that way,” I trailed off, thinking of the best way to present my abilities in the most fitting way.

“It was admirable if you want some second-hand opinion,” Ten interjected, pretty amazed with my attitude. “You should’ve punched him in the face, though. I’d love to see that,” he added, and I giggled, picturing my fist colliding against his jaw.

That would be a very nice picture.

“Can you drop me off at the Moonlight club? I’d like to meet with a friend of mine if that’s not a problem?” Ten asked, and I hummed in agreement, punching the club location into a navigation system. It was on our way, so it really wasn’t a nuisance.

“Sure thing,” I added, returning my focus on driving. Unfortunately, as soon as I shifted my attention to the front of our lane, I saw a car overtaking the Hummer. A second later, it flashed red and blue lights right, mentioning for me to stop the vehicle on the side of the road.

The police cruiser.

FUCK.

It was impossible. After doing so much illegal stuff, it was ironic to get caught when properly driving. It was a bad sign, and in a matter of seconds, I turned into an anxious ball of stress.

What a lame way to the end of my career!

OK, you gotta keep calm. Normal women can bullshit their way out of getting a ticket, so you can do it, too! I tried to psych myself up, though it didn’t help much. My mouth was still dry, and my hands were all sweaty. They’re about to discover I’m hiding some illegal stuff in the trunk. I couldn’t go to prison – orange is definitely NOT the new black.

“You can do it, doll. Don’t lose your cool,” Taeyong whispered, giving me an encouraging squeeze on the knee. Admittedly, it didn’t work.

“Yeah, don’t even think of all the drugs we have the trunk stocked up with,” Ten added, and I angrily turned back to yell at him for giving me info that I did not want nor need.

“Why would you say that?!” I shouted, trying to collect my thoughts. Cool, cool, cool, cool. You got this. You’ve survived worse. “If we make out of this alive, I’m gonna kill you,” I warned Ten before I straightened my backs, rolling down the window for the policeman who approached the vehicle.

“Good evening, Mr. Officer,” I beamed innocently, trying to read the policeman’s surname off the uniform, yet in vain. “I didn’t go too fast, did I?” I asked, batting my eyelashes in a poor attempt at flirtation.

Yikes, so much cringe!

“Driving license and vehicle registration certificate,” said the police officer coldly, completely ignoring my pathetic wooing. Unwillingly, I handed him the documents, praying to all the gods for him not to investigate the trunk. “Please, step out of the vehicle,” he added, and I followed his orders, ready to cooperate if he was willing to overlook the car inspection.

Obediently, I entered the backseat of the police cruiser, awaiting the interrogation.

“I’m an experienced driver. Did I make a mistake?” I inquired, waiting for them to give me the reason for pulling me over. My driving skills are mastered to perfection. I was really interested in what lame-ass excuse they were about to conjure to give me a ticket to fund the city’s budget.

“It’s just a routine checkup,” one police officer spoke dismissively, checking my data in their database. “All cops were asked to do routine checkups. Apparently, tonight some gang was doing drug drop-off, yet we stopped dozens of suspicious cars, and nothing came out of it. It must’ve been a false lead.”

What the fuck?

How, on Earth, did the police find out about this? Even I, who was a part of the drop-off, didn’t know what was inside the bags until two minutes ago. Was there a mole in the organization? Or maybe the police sent an undercover agent?

Thoughts were running through my head at a ridiculous speed, my gears were shifting swiftly as I tried to make any connection. Unfortunately, I didn’t connect shit. One thing was sure, though. If, by any chance, they let me go without investigating the car, Taeyong wouldn’t be thrilled to hear the news.

“Really? Drugs? And here I thought I live in the safe neighborhood,” I commented, feigning my cluelessness. Surprise, surprise, it actually sounded natural. Almost as if I was born to be a benighted dumb-dumb. “You better catch those smugglers.”

“We’re doing our best, miss,” the other policeman chimed in, and I tried my best not to roll my eyes at his for this evident negligence. They had culprits right under their nose, and it seemed they did not suspect me.

How could a dumb chick like me be involved in such a shady operation, am I right?

As much as I felt the urge to prove them wrong, I decided not to. As tempting as it was, it was extremely unbeneficial. I just wanted to get the hell out of the cruiser, drop the guys at Taeyong’s mansion, get my paycheck, and go home.

“Where were you going at such a late hour, miss?” The policeman asked, handing me back my documents after not finding anything worth further investigation.

“My friends were at the bachelor party in the club outside the capital, and they got really drunk, so I drove all the way there to pick them up,” I explained, though I got a feeling they weren’t listening to what I was saying.

“Uh-huh,” one of them muttered, quickly writing a messy note of the routine checkup, handing me back my documents. “That would be all, thank you for your cooperation,” the cop added, and I politely smiled, bolting out of the cruiser.

Phew!

Having fastened my seatbelts, I drove away. I just wanted to get the hell away from them, hoping they wouldn’t change their mind and order a thorough vehicle inspection. Taeyong and Ten must’ve had a dozen questions; however, I just turned up the volume of the radio, ignoring their concerned glances.

“Get out,” I barked when I abruptly stopped by the Midnight club. Perhaps it was rude, but I didn’t care. I’ve had a very stressful night, and politeness wasn’t on my mind.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow; good luck with miss grumpy,” Ten spoke before he jumped out of the vehicle, almost as if he was afraid I was going to talk back to him.

“What’s with the attitude?” Taeyong casually asked, and I sighed, trying to calm myself down. “I get you’re stressed, but you shouldn’t take your annoyance on us. Besides, if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. I’m your boss, and Ten is my close associate.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized before I revealed what exactly happened in the police car. Truth to be told, Taeyong didn’t seem particularly surprised.

“That’s not the worst thing I’ve heard today,” Taeyong whispered, looking at my profile. “Jungwoo from Busan division called me today. Some of Yuta’s men crossed the border. Apparently, he didn’t appreciate our little prank,” he explained, and I grew speechless.

Karma was getting back at me.

Why do actions have consequences?

“That’s not good,” I answered, unable to form a coherent response. I was royally screwed, yet at the time, I was overwhelmed by the revelation.

Why couldn’t I just wait for Taeyong to put an ad on Craigslist, for fuck’s sake?

“Hey, look at me,” Taeyong ordered, and I obediently tore my eyes off the road to gaze into his eyes. “Don’t think too much about it; it’ll be fine,” Taeyong promised, yet his words didn’t make me feel assured. “You’re one of us; we’ll protect you.”

“You better,” I added, clutching my palms around the steering wheel in yet another stress-fuelled episode. There better be a professional health care program for Taeyong’s employees. Otherwise, I may need a therapist. Stress factors don’t stop coming, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to carry on much longer.

“Do you want to hang out?” Taeyong inquired, taking me by surprise. He, the mafia boss, wanted to spend some time with such a peasant like myself. That concept was wild, and it actually made me wonder. I couldn’t really say no. Some people would die to get a chance to wander around his big-ass mansion with Taeyong himself. “We can order some take out and just chill. What do you think?”

“I’d love that.”

***

Since the police knew the registration number, Taeyong ordered me to park the vehicle in a large garage under his majestic mansion. Having turned off the engine, we got out of the car, and I handed him the keys, lifting some heft off my shoulders. It was a nice car, but the memories it held were terrible. I’d rather forget that I even drove that thing.

“Give me a sec,” Taeyong said, taking a handful of samples, stuffing his pocket with them.

“What are these exactly?” Having creased my forehead in contemplation, I asked.

“These? Oh, it’s a new type of drug. It’s called the punch,” Taeyong explained, showing me a single dose of the drag. It was nicely wrapped like candy, and inside it looked like a mint. “It’s like LSD had a baby with shrooms,” he commented casually, winking at me. “And it tastes like bubblegum; you want to try some? The first batch is in the house.”

“Maybe later,” I answered dismissively, not really keen on having my first trip with Taeyong. But on the other hand, who was a better candidate to do drugs with? “I’d rather have some take out first if that’s not a problem,” I added, hoping he wouldn’t press me into doing anything out of my comfort zone. Not that I expected Taeyong to force me to do things against my will. I didn’t. After all, he was a really considerate man.

“Sure, what cuisine are you craving? I’m thinking… maybe something spicy. How about Mexican?” Taeyong proposed, and I vigorously nodded. Either he was my soulmate or really was able to read minds. “I’ll order something delicious.”

This time around, his mansion felt odd.

It was still majestic and glamorous, yet at the same, it was quiet. Back then, it was packed with Taeyong’s minions, but right now, they were in hiding, giving Taeyong his much-needed privacy. Following behind him, roaming around the spacious corridors felt like being guided through a museum during a private tour.

Once settled in the day room, Taeyong walked up to the bar, brought two glasses and a bottle of tequila, and set them on the coffee table.

“You want some? You look like you need a glass or two,” Taeyong offered upon seeing me all tensed up and anxious on the leather couch, nervously scanning the room.

“I’d rather hear some good news, but the alcohol will do,” I answered, reaching for the glass, downing it in one go, only to regret it a second later. “Pour me another one.”

“Take it easy,” Taeyong suggested, yet obediently filled my glass before turning on music, letting me know what type of songs he was into. Apparently, for late night’s chilling EDM hits were his to-go playlist.

With some liquid courage, it was easier to relax at Taeyong’s place. I took off my shoes and stretched on the sofa comfortably, all unpleasant and stressful occurrences slowly fading away. Unfortunately, these feelings were about to come back in the morning.

Twenty minutes later, the food was delivered, and it was absolutely mouthwatering. Fresh corn tortillas, spicy ground beef with a ridiculous amount of cheese made a perfect combination, tasting orgasmic. If I had less self-control, I’d moan at the foodporn laid out on the table for us to devour.

“So… how did the meeting go? Was it a success, or did I fuck it up with my shenanigans at the bar?” I inquired, narrowing my eyes, carefully watching his reaction.

If I could make out an emotion that his eyes were conveying, it was amusement.

“We will see,” Taeyong whispered, reaching into his pocket, playing with a single sample in his hands. “I only distribute the goodies. I gotta check first if this innovation is worth my time,” he added before popping the substance into his mouth like candy. “Is ‘no’ your definite answer?” Taeyong questioned, looking like a cute innocent hamster with the pill dissolving against the inside of his left cheek.

After a few tequila shots and delicious Mexican take out, I was much braver. However, at the same time, I became a way less assertive version of myself. Consenting to his kind proposition was too easy. Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen? His mansion’s probably the safest place in the country.

“Fine, gimme,” I gave up, reaching out for the pill.

At first, nothing happened. A few minutes later, still nothing, and I even began to think Taeyong gave me a sample from a faulty batch. It was until it hit me good.

The couch melted like milk chocolate swallowing me in its soft waves before I crashed through the floor of nonexistent colors splashes.

#taeyong smut #nct smut #neosmutcollective #nct angst #taeyong angst #taeyong #lee taeyong #nct #get in loser #taeyong fanfic #nct fanfic #taeyong fanfiction #nct fanfiction

190 notes · View notes

smutbymia · 4 years

Text

smutbymia masterlist♡

Mark

Happy Hour: (smut) you landed your dream internship at an entertainment production company and are forced to work alongside Mark, who you’ve known since you were in grade school and who seems to constantly be in competition with you.

Playtime: (smut) He captivates the attention of everyone with his dominating energy each time he graces the screen, or a stage, but when he’s alone with his girlfriend he’s a needy little baby who isn’t ashamed to beg for it. - soft dom female reader -

bestfriend!mark: (suggestive fluff) blurb of a trip to the movies with your sweet bff Mark

streetracer!Mark series: (smut) enemies to lover story about the dangerous underground world of racing.

(Pt.1): Go

(Pt.2): 2 fast

(Pt.3): Highway to Heaven

(Pt.4): Mad City

(Pt.5): Long Slow Distance

They were roommates: (smut) markxjohnnyxreader - your boyfriend Johnny is a psych major with an interesting theory to test on you but he needs his shy roommate marks help. - nipplesucking, boyfriend!johnny -

Jaehyun

Home: (angst/smut) You’ve return to Seoul after leaving suddenly to travel after going through a rough patch with your ex-fling, NCT’s Jaehyun. Months later, Jaehyun, who didn’t take your sudden disappearance well, returns from his world tour looking for closure.

What friends are for: (smut) req: bestfriend Jaehyun offers help you relieve some stress after a series of terrible tinder dates - bestfriend!jaehyun, fwb

Million dollar baby: (smut) req: ceo!Jaehyun is caught on camera rubbing your belly at an event, accidentally breaking the internet with pregnancy rumours. - impreg! Kink -

Tease: (smut) req: the tension becomes too much to bare when you and your ex-boyfriend!Jaehyun end up at the same birthday party - enemies->lovers

Blizzard: (fluff) req: boyfriend Jaehyun with nipple sucking habit - nipple sucking! -

Congratulations: (smut) req: you run into your ex bf jaehyun at an award show years afer your breakup. - angsty -

Haechan

Rule breaker: (smut) After his friend (Y/N) goes through a sudden breakup, and the discovery of a pair of handcuffs leads him to the reasoning why, Hyuck finds himself in an interesting position. He may be in for more than he expects when she offers to show him just what it was that her ex couldn’t handle. - bestfriend!haechan , fwb , friends->lovers , dom!reader , dom!haechan -> sub!haechan for the first time -

thot!hyuck x virgin reader: (smut) req: Y/n finally gets some alone time with Haechan — her brother Jeno’s best friend who also happens to have a naughty reputation when he is forced to bring Jeno’s drunk ass home early from a night out. - corruption, innocent!reader, brothers best friend -

Lost Bet: (smut) req: you lost a bet to your boyfriend Hyuck and he has the perfect punishment prepared - toy, edging -

Lonely drunk loser: (smut) req: your bestfriend!haechan is tired of your boyfriend treating you like shit - impreg!kink, roommates, friends->lovers -

Jungwoo

Rewind: (angst) req: you struggle to cope with online hate after your relationship is made public. Jungwoo finds a way to undo the pain for you.

Comeback: (smut) req: you reward Jungwoo after he returns from his hiatus

Yuta

비밀: (smut) you accidentally find out what Yuta does during his “secret time” after 10PM - voyeur!reader -

into the woods: a strange encounter with a boy in the forbidden parts of the Forrest outside of your compound lead to an interesting experience away from home.

Johnny

Teachers pet: (smut) Johnny is used to y/n getting attention from everyone in school but when she catches the eye of a professor he decides it’s time to mark his territory once and for all - bestfriend!johnny , softdom!johnny , uni au, friends->lovers -

Doyoung

Just fine: (angst/fluff) your friend doyoung comforts you after you get your heart broken - bestfriend!doyoung -

Taeyong

Jet lag: (smut/fluff) req: Sucking on your nipples as he drifts off to sleep is the only thing that makes Taeyongs nightmares go away. - nipple sucking, boyfriend!taeyong -

Renjun

Halloween: (smut) req: soft dom Renjun can’t help but corrupt an angel on Halloween night 🧛🏻👼🏻 - dom!renjun, halloween -

Jeno

“Girl” best friend: (smut) req: a game of truth or dare forces Jeno to reveal his biggest kink to his best friend - nipple sucking, bestfriend!jeno, friends ->lovers)

Enemies to lovers: (smut) req: you can’t stand your classmate Jeno & he can’t stand you but when the universe teams you up in an unexpected way, you find common ground. - enemies->lovers,

3K notes · View notes

skyesins · 4 years

Text

Blind Spot | BBH | 001

By day, Baekhyun is an ordinary car mechanic. By night, he’s a legendary street racer known as Lux. Bored of your normality and entranced by Baekhyun and the illegal nightlife of street racing, you follow him into a wild world filled with secrets where speed isn’t just a drug; it’s a lifestyle, and crashing and burning is inevitable.

How fast is too fast? For Baekhyun, it’s only fitting that “too fast” isn’t until he reaches terminal velocity.

CHARACTERS: You as “Ange” + Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, EXO, and more.

AU(s): mechanic!baekhyun, streetracer!baekhyun, streetracer!au

GENRES: angst, drama, romance, some action and thriller elements, smut in later chapters

WARNINGS: cursing

LENGTH: 5.2k words

MASTERLIST ➸ 001

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you enjoy this first chapter! A bit of a slower start, but things will pick up :-D

Tag List: @bobohumyonlyboo @bbhsweets @baekklove @sunbyun21 @247byun @veeyu @bbhl @simondominic-oh-oh @christiandosworld @blushinyouth @pororodks @blvckdseouls @simplesanitys @dokifox @lovelini @marovekian1 @insta1010 @itsbaekhyunsbutt @emoans @gyukult @baekpedia @baekmack @defluenza @billboard-singer @kokobyunee

If you’d like to be tagged for future chapters, please let me know! Some of you have your settings turned off, so I couldn’t tag everyone.

“So who’s this Baekhyun guy again?”

“I told you. He’s my friend and the mechanic that fixed my car for me.”

“Great, so he’s old and fat?”

Kyungsoo slaps your shoulder, and you want to slap him back, but he’s driving and disapprovingly shaking his head at you. “No,” he corrects, “he’s only a year older than me. Don’t be rude.”

Your anger from earlier makes you sulk, and you keep your mouth shut as Kyungsoo closes the windows and turns up the car radio. The two of you are driving down asphalt that cracks the further you go down it, and trees start to thin out to make room for what looks like farmland. It’s just grass and sky for miles until the small tips of a nearby city’s buildings create disturbances in the view.

Eventually, you reach a building at the end of the road. There’s a sign nearby that might have once said something, but it now only has illegibly faded letters. A lone man sits in a motorcycle covered by the shade of an awning. His right finger and thumb pinches at a lollipop’s stick while his left hand rests on the motorcycle’s throttle. You try peering at him from a distance, try figuring out who he is, but before you can, Kyungsoo tells you.

“That’s Byun Baekhyun,” he says as he parks the car. Kyungsoo exits and opens your door, and you hesitate to leave because you’re in the middle of nowhere, but it only takes one forceful glance from your brother to make you move.

You follow Kyungsoo to the shade of the awning, and it’s then when you get a better look at Baekhyun.

He’s definitely not old and fat.

THIS FIC IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE ON TUMBLR.

READ “BLIND SPOT” ON ASIANFANFICS.COM HERE.

Like/reblog this if you’re enjoying the story so far! Tell me what you think too :-)

If you want to be tagged in future chapters, reply on the Blind Spot Masterlist.

My Twitter / My Ask Box

#exosnet #exowritersnet #baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #baekhyun #exo #exo angst #exo smut #baekhyun fanfiction #exo fanfiction #my writing #Blind Spot

255 notes · View notes

gohyuck · 4 years

Note

prompt 4, lee jeno, streetracer au

prompt: “Everyone told me I’m crazy picking up a boy that drives a Camry.”

extra: streetracer au

note: suggestive (mild mentions of sex), jeno + cars which might be emotionally overwhelming for y’all because PHEW is it overwhelming for me omfg, this one’s a little long for a drabble but overall it isn’t super long (it’s like... 1.4k?)... i lowkey wanna write a racer jeno fic but idk lmk if that’s something the people want lmfao

july 5th, 2020.

it’s the first race of his you’ve ever seen.

you’ve memorized the course, a consequence of hours spent staring at the map until it’s been imprinted beneath your eyelids. the route ends where it starts, and the rest of the roads will be closed off - you’re sure renjun, one of the officiants, has bribed the city’s construction sector to ensure this - so no bystanders are hurt, but you don’t particularly care about unlucky pedestrians or drivers that could be potential collateral damage. still, it’s on the outskirts of the city, so there wasn’t as much risk as there could’ve been to start with.

it sounds bad when you think of it, but you can’t bring yourself to be repentant of what you worry about and what you don’t. after all, your focus is exactly where it should be:

jeno lee.

your boyfriend hasn’t been shy in letting you know about his pastimes: he’d told you about his penchant for speeding through the city in his toyota camry after the fifth date, had murmured it into the skin of your bare shoulder as his fingers skimmed your bare waist. it was the first night you’d stayed over, waking up to the sunrise, coffee, and round two. his apartment was - is - tiny compared to yours, a studio apartment just big enough to live in versus your penthouse suite uptown. still, from that night on, his place feels more like home than yours ever will.

you hadn’t really talked about how worried you are for him then, instead allowing him to give and take to and from you as he pleased. you still haven’t talked about how worried you are for him, although instead of being in his bed at 2 am you’re on the sidelines of one of his street races, 2 way radio in one hand and phone open to a police scanner app in the other.

it’s insane, you think to yourself, that you’re an active participant in a highly illegal race. if any of your friends - who all believe jeno to be a terrible influence, in his tattooed glory and always shrouded in cigarette smoke - could see you now, they might have simultaneous aneurysms. they’re all far too enveloped in the socialite life you’re trying desperately to shed.

none of that matters to you now, though - what matters is the cars you can see emerging from a turn far, far off in the distance. there’s only two - a bright red civic and a sleek black camry, the latter carrying your boyfriend and his best friend jaemin - and they’re neck and neck, tire to tire. it’s a short race, a quick couple of loops around the track that’s been laid out for the night. there’s prize money, yes, but it’s only a couple hundred bucks - if jeno wins, he’ll put his half towards paying his rent.

you watch with bated breath as the cars get closer and closer, your eyes trained on their front bumpers. renjun makes his way to the center of the starting line, his faith in the two drivers astounding you as he waits patiently for them to near him. mark jogs across to set up a slow motion camera on the other side, and, on your right, jisung sets one up as well. renjun stands still, gaze piercing the night as he stares straight ahead. before anyone can process the end of the race, both cars race past. your hair flies up from the wind generated by the cars’ speeds, and you hear the distinct sounds of two sets of brakes squealing as both cars finally, finally come to a rest.

you hold your breath as mark and jisung analyze their films. donghyuck pushes open the drivers’ door of the civic, with chenle walking out of the passengers’ side. jaemin leaves the camry first, and jeno follows, running his hands through his hair as he gets out. you’re too focused on mark and jisung to notice your boyfriend until his cologne engulfs you, just moments before he pulls you into his side by your waist.

“how was your first race?” he whispers, lips right by your ear as he leans towards you. you relax against his hold as you mumble a ‘good’, and he presses his lips to your hairline as the two of you wait. yes, winning the race is, at most, rent money and a mild sense of pride, but jeno’s arms are tense around you.

he loves cars, and he loves racing them for enjoyment, yes, but you know that he’d rather be racing them to win and only to win. his dreams are lofty, but if he can win another streetrace, who’s to say he can’t keep winning his way up until he’s good enough for the big leagues? he’s beaten every racer in the city except for donghyuck, and whoever wins this race will hold the unofficial title of truly being the best of the best.

tonight has been jeno’s toughest race to date. he wants to live off the adrenaline just a little longer... that, and rent is due next week.

after eons, mark raises his head.

“i’ve got jeno,” he calls out, and jeno’s arms pull even tighter around you as he awaits the final verdict.

“so do i.” jisung responds, only just loudly enough to be heard by everyone. without meaning to, you let out a laugh of pure, unadulterated joy, and jeno spins you around to hug you properly. you hear donghyuck and chenle congratulate him, feel jeno get handed $100 by renjun while the other $100 goes to jaemin. you’re basking in your pride, face against jeno’s jacket.

it’s the first victory of his that you witness, but it certainly isn’t the last.

♕ ♕ ♕

september 12th, 2024.

“you know,” you start, words coming out in a satiated sigh as you shift to lay on your side. the silk sheets of the hotel suite’s bed tangle between your legs as you begin to trace random patterns on jeno’s skin.

“hm?” your fiancé prompts, smiling down gently at you as you lay your hand flat on his chest.

“way back when, everyone - all of my ‘friends’ - told me that i was crazy for picking up a boy who rode around in a camry and, quote unquote, looked like trouble. i wonder if they’re watching you now.” you glance up to meet his gaze, and the corner of his eyes crinkle as he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“don’t know if i ever stopped looking like trouble, to be honest, even if i don’t drive my camry anymore. haven’t changed much in these past four years.” jeno’s voice is husky at this time of night, just a little gravelly and soft enough to where you strain a little to listen. he never fails to make your heart do somersaults, even after five years of knowing him.

“you literally just won the italian grand prix, and you say you haven’t changed much?” your tone is still soft, though not without an edge of incredulity. jeno traces a finger down your naked side, moving so he’s pillowing his head with his forearm, all just to see you properly.

“i’m still the same guy, just with money and a better job. my morals are the same, fundamentals are the same - my love for you, what defines me, it’s still the same. just because i’ve got a couple of pro racing trophies under my belt -”

“- eight -” you interrupt, brow furrowed at jeno short-selling himself. he sees this, raising his hand to tease against your scalp.

“- under my belt,” he continues. “it doesn’t mean anything truly important has changed.”

“... i guess.” you finally acquiesce, and jeno fondly tugs you close so that you’re lying on top of him. the new position has something stirring in his chest, and he brings his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw before pulling you gently towards him.

“wanna know what i’m putting my prize money towards?” he asks, words sounding harder than they should. you squirm slightly, still just a little fucked out from earlier, but jeno’s always had a way of making you want more.

“what?” you ask, shifting so you’re straddling him. he lets you plant your hands on his chest before he responds, the beginning of a smirk evident against his plush lips.

“our honeymoon,” he whispers, leaning up so his lips are brushing yours. “wanna put all that cash towards a room with enough surfaces for me to bend you over to last us a whole week.”

jeno closes the space between the two of you with a bruising kiss, and you find that he’s right - nothing really has changed in the past four years. he still fits you perfectly, body made for your own.

some things never change at all.

#raya4k #anonymous #jeno #nct dream #nct #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jeno smut #jeno x reader #jeno scenario #jeno scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct dream scenario #nct dream scenarios

286 notes · View notes

brokemultidotexe · 4 years

Text

key ⤑ ⋮ a - angst ⋮ f - fluff ⋮ s - smut ⋮ h - holy grail ⋮ p - pwp ⋮ h - humor

note: to be tagged in any of my works just add your tumblr handle here

⋯TOPFLIGHT ACADEMY⋯

↬ Pairing: assassin!yuri [oc] x TBD | yoongi x seokjin

↬ Summary: Every year students are tested to find what they are strongest in by the government, allowing them to direct what jobs the students will have once they graduate. Yuri is the only student at the top of every category which has only ever happened twice, including her, in the history of her country. The day she gets her yearly test results her life turns upside down when she comes home to the murder of her parents, but she ends up getting an offer she can’t refuse by being recruited by a secret organization that keeps her out of the country’s orphanage. Once recruited into Topflight Academy, which trains young kids to take on secret missions sanctioned by the government, she earns a spot on the Academy’s elite team with seven other trainees which allows her access to more information than she ever thought possible. Yuri and her team begin to unravel the secrets of the very academy she thought had saved her. When the Academy realizes their secret is out and the team they trained goes dark, the government has to fight against the very weapon they trained to kill and disappear.

⋮ MASTERLIST ⋮ ➤ [ a f s h ]

⋯DOPE⋯

↬ Pairing: stoner!OT7

↬ Summary: Taehyung is stuck in jail and he really wishes his roommate would just listen to what he was saying.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ h ]

⋯ Coming soon to a screen near you⋯

⋯Production of Exposure⋯

↬ Pairing: producer!reader x idol!yoongi

↬ Summary: Being a producer at Big Hit is probably one of the biggest highlights of your life. With the new album getting its finishing touches you end up staying in the studio really late in an attempt to have the project done by morning. You unexpectedly run into Yoongi, who just so happens to be one of your closest friends. The two of you understand each other on a level no one else can, if only the both of you understood how the other felt.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ f s ]

⋯Life in the Fastlane⋯

↬ Pairing: reader x streetracer!yoongi

↬ Summary: Street racing wasn’t something you wanted to experience until your roommate dragged you to one. You end up realizing that it’s nothing like the movies and that the bad boys can be the ones with the biggest hearts

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ f ]

⋯Thanks to You⋯

↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x Yoongi

↬ Summary: Jeongguk is forced to make a huge decision in order to help save Yoongi from himself. Yoongi is forced to navigate his life without him and starts to learn that broken hearts can heal and it’s possible to start loving yourself.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ a ]

⋯ Coming soon to a screen near you⋯

⋯Wicked Games⋯

↬ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

↬ Summary: You’re at a bar to drown your sorrows but a mystery guy ends up giving you the time of your life. The thrill is what you’ve been craving to suppress the pain and the guy has every intention of giving it to you.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ s ]

⋯Art of Seduction⋯

↬ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

↬ Summary: You find out your boyfriend, Namjoon, has been cheating on you with one of you group members. Unable to focus during your dance practice your choreographer, Jimin, asks you to stay behind to fix the problems your having, but he ends up fixing a lot more than your dance moves.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ s h ]

⋯ Coming soon to a screen near you⋯

⋯Unexpected⋯

↬ Pairing: idol!jungkook x foreign!reader

↬ Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

⋮ MASTERLIST ⋮ ➤ [ a f h ]

⋯Second Chances⋯

↬ Pairing: idol!jungkook x foreign!reader

↬ Summary: Even though it scared you, you knew you couldn’t walk away again. Big Hit allowed you to go on tour with the boys but with the promise to keep your relationship with the boys hidden from the public eye. The saying “good things never last” rings true as rumors of a secret romance makes its way online and suddenly the boys lives are put under a microscope and threats start pouring in. Jungkook does everything in his power to make sure you’ll stay, but what happens when the one thing you feared most comes true? [sequel to Unexpected]

⋮ MASTERLIST ⋮ ➤ [ a f s h ]

⋯Thigh-Highs and Neckties⋯

↬ Pairing: jungkook x reader

↬ Summary: You hate company functions and you think celebrating the CEO coming to visit is a lame excuse for a party, but when your mom is a manager and you’re an accountant with the company you don’t get a choice. But your night gets a little better when you meet a mystery man at the bar who hates these functions as much as you do, so you both decide to make a quick exit from the party

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ s ]

⋯It Should Be Me⋯

↬ Pairing: jungkook x reader

↬ Summary: You should have listened to Jungkook when he warned you about the guy, but you never took it seriously. Which is how you end up with a busted lip and him answering your brothers’ cell phone late at night. Like he always has, Jungkook is there for you and that’s how you end up with him on the tailgate of his truck and him reminding you that he’s not your brother.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ a f h ]

⋯Business or Pleasure⋯

↬ Pairing: idol!jungkook x stylist!reader

↬ Summary: You never mix work with pleasure. It was a rule you’d stood by and had no problem following until you became head stylist for BTS. Being close in age with the members caused an easy friendship, especially with one member in particular. The group goes on a mini vacation with photo shoots during the stay there so you were required to go. It only took a night there to decide business or pleasure.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ f s ]

⋯As If It’s Your Last⋯

↬ Pairing: exbestfriend!jungkook x reader

↬ Summary: If only people knew that Jeon Jungkook wasn’t as sweet and innocent like he made people believe. You knew the devastation he could cause. The two of you grew up together and you couldn’t find one without the other close by. Well, until Jungkook left for Seoul one day without saying goodbye. It’s been five years since he left and you’ve had no desire to see or speak to him ever again. But now he’s back in town and you’re being dragged to dinner at his parents house for dinner. The only thing you want to happen is for him to stay away while you act like he doesn’t exist, but Jungkook came back with one goal…for you to let him explain.

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ a ]

⋯Thanks to You⋯

↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x Yoongi

⋮ ONESHOT ⋮ ➤ [ a ]

note: to be tagged in any of my works just add your tumblr handle here

Disclaimer: Don't be a dick and steal or repost any creators works, mine included, this means no translations into other languages and/or posting on other sites with credit. Let’s be respectful of the time and effort creators put into their work. I only have two places I post, here and AO3 both of which use the same pen/url name

59 notes · View notes

deja-vux · 3 years

Text

Bandoleros-Ch.12

Mingi x Reader x Yukhei StreetRacing/MafiaAU! Theme: If the World Was Ending-JP Saxe, Julia Michaels, Last Dance-Dua Lipa, Hello Stranger-KAI Word Count: 2,333 A/N: I lied action probably coming in the next 2 chapter. Ik i said this one but then i got carried away with the fluff so this chapter is a little bit of fluff, a tad of wholesomeness, and a dash of drama. Enjoy ;) Ch 11 / Ch 12 / Ch 13

~Y/N’s POV~

“Ok, ok last one for the night, and then I’m done for the night. Never have I ever gone to jail almost did but I didn’t,” San said no one lifting their drink except for Mingi who take a gulp, everyone, staring in shock.

“No way what’d you do?” Jackie spoke up curious.

“Got caught boosting cars my sophomore year of high school nothing too big,” he replied shrugging his shoulders.

“I can see it. How long were you in for?,” San asked.

“2 and a half years,” he set his drink on the table

After that, we continued sharing funny stories from our childhood. The night was spent laughing and truly enjoying ourselves starting to feel like the calm before the storm. Slowly as the night progressed we each slowly made our way to our rooms. By the end of it only Mingi, San, and I remained as we stayed behind to clean up. “Alright, I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning,” San stated before making his way out of the kitchen leaving only me and Mingi. He finished washing the dirty glasses as I took them from him as he finished drying them off. After that I also dismiss myself going up to my shared room with Jackie. I changed and got into bed only to end up tossing and turning for what seemed to be hours eventually growing frustrated I decided to quietly make my way out to the backyard sitting in the grass as I watched the stars and city lights fill the city below with life enjoying the peace it brought.

~Mingi’s POV~

After Y/N made her way to bed I went to my room and began to get ready for bed. Once I finished I went around the area making sure all the doors were locked and that the security system was intact. On my round, I saw someone sitting in the backyard. As I walked over to get a closer look I noticed it was Y/N. I walked over quietly sitting beside her as I looked at what she was looking at the city lit up by neon signs and the bustling nightlife, “Can’t sleep?” I spoke gently. She shook her head humming softly. She sat hugging her knees a habit I noticed she had when there was a lot on her mind. I let the comfortable silence take over as I didn’t want to push her too far. “Mingi why did you join the DSS?” she said turning to me the question taking me by surprise.

“Being a normal police officer wasn’t doing it for me anymore. Not to mention I realized how corrupted the justice system could be and I didn’t like it”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for example, drug lords keeping entire precincts on their payroll so they turn the other way or them running once the going gets tough. The DSS, on the other hand, takes bs from no one and we keep going till the very end even if it costs us our lives because at the end of the day we know that if we give up were not only putting our country’s safety at stake but possibly the world as well. What about you? What got you into cars and street races?” she looked at me before looking back at the sky.

“Technically Lucas got me into racing but driving and cars I guess I could say, my parents. That RX7 I drive used to belong to my dad before they disappeared and fled. It was pretty beat up and I remember telling myself I’d fix it and make it run like new after my grandma tried to sell it. I would go to Harry’s auto shop every day after school since the second grade and every day he’d teach me something new like how to change the oil to changing a radiator and everything in between. Eventually, I started helping him around the shop before I got a job at the diner during my freshman year of high school. Every month I’d save up my tips and buy the pieces I need to change as well as anything else I needed. By the time I graduated high school you couldn’t even recognize it anymore. She worked like a charm and gave the smoothest drive. I even had the paint job redone so it’d look the part. I remember speeding down PCH late at night with the windows down nothing but me and the road in front of me and I felt free. It was my comfort place not worrying about the next quarter mile but instead just enjoying the ride, I felt invincible.”

I smiled as I watched the light in her eyes grow as she talked about her passions feelings the emotion with her as she spoke her energy infectious, “Well although I can’t take you down to PCH because I’d get fired, I can let you drive around the estate roads if you want,” I offered.

“Thanks for the offer but I don’t think your company van gives the same power my car does,” she joked.

“Who said anything about driving the company van I don’t even think you can drift in that,” I continued the joke before getting up offering my hand, “Come on don’t you trust me”

She looked up at me and smiled softly before taking my hand getting up and I walked inside with her walking to the garage of the house opening the door and turning on the lights, “Pick your poison,” I said as she walked in gawking over the three cars letting go of my hand to take a closer look at them. After further inspection, she decided on the Porsche 996 GT3 RS. I nodded softly opening the garage door and grabbing the keys tossing them her way as we both got in. Soon enough we were both strapped in and she quickly lowered the windows and pulled out of the garage following the road that went around the estate switching gears as she sped up or slowed down and drifted at the turns. I looked over to see her smile genuinely enjoying herself as she drove around. After a while, we switched spots and I took a turn driving around for a bit before heading back to the garage. Once I parked the car we both got out and I went to hang the keys back up on the wall as she followed. “Thanks for the drive. I didn’t realize how much I needed that till now,” she spoke as I turned to face her.

“Glad I was able to help out,” I smiled.

“Next time you gotta teach me how you did that trick you pulled at the race when you beat race,” she said as I pressed the button that closed the garage door and we made our way back inside.

“I’ll think about it. A professional never reveals their secrets,” I teased.

“Oh come on don’t be like that”

“Fine if that’ll make you happy I’ll teach you it,” I said turning towards her and cupping her face noticing how small she was compared to me.

Although I hadn’t noticed what I did at first it soon became clear as the room went quiet and I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest and although I knew I should have pulled away right then and there I hesitantly leaned down towards her. Luckily she grabbed my wrist meeting me halfway as her lips touched mine. Both of our lips moving in sync. I knew I shouldn’t have but I did. As the kiss continued her arms moved around my neck as my hands moved down to her waist before we both pulled away for air our foreheads resting against each other. I watched as she bit her lip looking away as she blushed softly. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly as I ran my thumb gently across her cheek turning her face to face mine while the other hand stayed on her waist. “Don’t hide from me. It’s cute when you blush,” I said as she blushed more eventually looking up at me making eye contact before she leaned up pecking my lips again, “Thank you for tonight,” she said softly.

“Of course,” I smiled.

I pulled away and took her hand before walking her to her room and dropping her off before going into my room closing the door behind me softly. As I laid in bed attempting to go to bed I couldn’t help but smile softly thinking about the kiss wondering what exactly I was getting myself into.

~Y/N’s POV~

I closed the door behind me before leaning against it as I took a deep breath trying to calm my heart that felt like it was just about ready to burst out of my chest. As I made my way to bed I slowly went over the last couple of hours in my head before falling asleep. It wasn’t too long though before both me and Jackie were woken up by a very energetic San running around the house waking everyone up. Jackie groaned throwing the covers over her head as I groaned sitting up rubbing my eyes before getting ready for the day. As I checked the time I realized it was eight in the morning. I groaned making my way to the bathroom to shower. As I finished I headed back to the room I found Jackie basically ready to start the day her mood a whole 180 from when I first woke up and I couldn’t help but laugh. After we both finished we headed down to the kitchen to meet up with the boys for breakfast. We watched as Mingi miserably failed at flipping an uncooked pancake before Seonghwa rushed him off to do something else salvaging what he could. Jackie and I looked at each other with concern before laughing at the chaos that unfolded before us. We made our way to the kitchen island taking a seat on one of the several stools as Yunho set a plate down for each of us followed by Seonghwa who placed a well-cooked pancake in each plate. Jackie and I took a bite from our plates cautiously fear washing over us as the taste took over making me feel like a kid who woke up early for Saturday morning cartoons. “Mmm this is amazing, If I knew that going on missions would get me breakfast waiting for me to wake up then I would have signed up for on-field duty ages ago,” Jackie joked causing us to laugh.

“It’s only good because I saved from disaster chef over there or else you’d be eating raw pancake soup for breakfast,” Seonghwa retorted causing the room to fill with laughter again.

“Hey, at least I tried you know it’s the thought that counts too. We don’t all have the time to learn how to cook you know,” Mingi whined shaking his head smiling as he brought over a bowl of cut fruits for us to serve ourselves from.

“As thoughtful as it may be I don’t think we’d appreciate the food poisoning bud,” San said slinging an arm over his shoulder.

“Agreed,” I second.

“Got it don’t let Mingi cook,” Mingi said before grabbing his plate and taking a seat to eat.

The morning went on peacefully as we ate breakfast and planned a training routine based on our strengths and weaknesses as the food settled in our stomachs. Every now and then Mingi and I would sneak quick looks at each other until we separated off into groups to focus on what we needed to work on the most. I went with Jackie heading towards the gym of the home to work on my fighting skills.

~Lucas’s POV~

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. I groaned grabbing it to see Ky of all people calling me. I rolled my eyes sighing as I picked up the call, “You know it’s not polite to leave a woman waiting, right Wong?” she said disdainfully.

“What do you want Ky?” I said as I sat up running a hand through my messy hair as I sat up.

“You better watch that tone Xuxi remember that by working for my brother you also work for me got it?”

“I told you not to call me that anymore.”

“Why? From what I heard you don’t have a girlfriend anymore. Heard she went AWOL after she caused that scene at the meeting two days ago,” she teased I could basically hear her smirk through the phone.

“Doesn’t matter I still want you calling me that we aren’t close”

“Hmm so it is true,” she mumbled, “ Oh Xuxi you and I both know we were more than close a lot more than close, and well now that you’re pretty little girlfriend now ex is out of the picture what stops us from having that again,” she continued

“Is this why you called me. Was your plan to harass me, Kayla?” I said using her full name as I became annoyed by her game.

She sighed before answering, “No it was just merely a suggestion. I called to tell you that my brother wants you guys to pack and meet him at the house in by 10 pm tonight”

“For what?”

“Let’s just say we’re going on a business trip. He’ll explain more once you guys are here.”

“Fine tell him we’ll be there”

“Perfect. I cant wait to see you again Xuxi hopefully you’ll be in a better mood then,” with that she hung up.

I got up tossing my phone to the side walking out of my room to wake the others up as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come knowing that these next few days I had no room for error.

Taglist- @chrryhwa

#yukhei imagines #wong yukhei imagines #mingi imagines #song mingi imagines #ateez imagines #nct imagines #superm imagines #wayv imagines #kpop imagines #street racing au #mafia au #+×DejaVu×+#deja-vux

5 notes · View notes

smutbymia · 4 years

Note

i need streetracer!mark & streetracer!reader enemies to maybe something more than enemies. hot, smutty & angsty. just wanna escape reality and live the go mv aesthetic in my imagination.

you kept your black baseball cap low as you stood in the audience that gathered at the end of the racetrack tucked away on the outskirts of your town. It was situated away from the suburban areas where up until now the city’s streetracers could do their thing away from prying eyes.

Cars flew by every minute or so and you watched the action carefully, making mental notes on each driver. You would be competing against some of them soon enough and you needed to be prepared because the stakes were always stacked against you and you refused to be underestimated by a bunch of guys.

You had learned how to race from your older brother streetracer!taemin who was undefeated for almost a full year back in his high school days before moving to Europe to participate in the most prestigious Grand Prix competitions. He was probably the only reason the race officiators allowed you to compete in the first place. However, after seeing what you could do on a racetrack there was no denying that you were more than capable to compete against the other guys your age and older despite the fact that they still often underestimated your abilities.

You watched as the winner crossed the finish line before doing one more victory lap and pulling over. The crowd exploded into cheers with people collecting the bets they had placed at the beginning of the night.

streetracer!mark jumped out of the driver seat with a smile on his face before being surrounded by the 6 boys you recognized as his crew. That cocky bastard, you thought to yourself as you watched him slip on a windbreaker over the white t’shirt he had on. His black hair was slicked back out of his face, taming his curls, and he rocked matching joggers and a pair of white sneakers.

Soon he was lost in the crowd. Whatever, it wouldn’t be long until you would inevitably cross paths on the track in the next coming weeks. The number of racers competing in the competition were dwindling down quickly as they elimated those who couldn’t place on the leaderboard after each race. Of all the years you had known Mark, you hadn’t raced him once. He certainly watched you drive from time to time just as you watched him but you couldn’t stand each other.

You turned to walk away from the crowd when you felt a hand land firmly on your shoulder. You stopped in your tracks before the familiar voice spilled into your ear as their arm snaked around your shoulder when the owner placed themselves at your side.

“Enjoy the show?” Mark asked, sneering as he continued to push through the crowd, walking with you towards a section of the parking lot where other racers who had come to watch parked their cars.

You groaned in response as he chuckled. “It’s not too late to drop out of the competition. Besides, your brother worked so hard to build up his reputation here. You wouldn’t want to be the one to ruin that would you?” he taunted. You spun around to face him as you shoved his arm off of your shoulder. Mark stumbled back laughing, knowing that he had hit a nerve. You were now standing by your car in the corner of the lot, almost everyone else had left so far and whoever remained was further down near the track, leaving the two of you alone in the shadows with only the moon giving you the little bit of light it had.

“This is the third race in a row where you’ve lost time on the third lap,” you began, “seems like that car of yours can’t keep up these days and seems like it’s much too late to make any modifications.”

Marks face dropped, and you could see the anger growing behind his expression. “You think a little lost time is going to make a difference when I race you? Quit while you’re ahead and maybe I’ll be nice enough to make you my trophy girl,” he said as he stepped closer to you, gripping your chin roughly between his fingers.

“You can’t drive for shit comparing to me, and you know it. Maybe you should give up on riding in cars and ride me instead, princess,” he said as his gaze dropped to your lips and you watched as his mouth lifted slightly at the corners. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and you were praying it didn’t show.

You were enraged. He never saw you as an equal no matter what. Your hand flew across his cheek with a loud slap and he barely reacted other than the soft hiss that escaped his lips. “Feisty bitch,” he murmured through clenched teeth. He didn’t even bother to run his hand across the area to soothe his own skin. Instead he grabbed your other hand aggressively, catching you off guard. You raised your dominant hand again to deliver another slap to his cheek to get him away from you but stopped suddenly when he pulled the hand he had grabbed towards himself, pressing it against the thin layer of his joggers, allowing you to feel the erection that had grown in his pants.

“Go ahead baby, hit me again if you want to. You’re real sexy when you’re mad,” he dared you as he used your hand to palm himself through his pants while he leaned against the hood of your car. You caught him off guard when you slipped your hands into his joggers, wrapping your manicured fingers around his shaft.

He sucked in a quick breath as you gripped him firmly and jerked him off slowly. He pressed his palms against the hood of your car as he dropped his head back, letting out soft moans. Sure you hated him but you couldn’t deny that he sounded so pretty in that exact moment. If mark wanted to play then you’d play with him, you thought.

You leaned over to whisper in his ear as you continued to pump at his cock, pre-cum wetting your fingers. “Mark, baby...” you cooed, as you planted kisses and soft licks against his neck. The boy was coming undone right in front of your eyes. You watched as he gripped at the metal of the vehicle, letting out soft whimpers before he answered you.

“Y-yes, y/n?” he stammered, gazing up at you. You could have sworn you saw his eyes sparkle, and it softened your expression momentarily before you snapped out of it. You were in the middle of a game, whether mark knew it or not, and you were planning on winning.

“You’re so big,” you cooed, along with other words of praise. Mark had reached one of his hands around to grip at your ass underneath the skirt you wore , squeezing and massaging it.

“And so... so pathetic,” you whispered into his ear. You felt his hand on your ass go still. “Do you really think you can beat me? Because I think the only thing you’ll be able to think about is my hand around your dick and my tongue on your neck the next time you get in that car of yours to race me,” you taunted viciously as you pumped furiously at his cock.

“You... fucking... bitch,” he said in between moans. You were lucky that the entire lot was now deserted, all the racers and spectators long gone.

You watched as beads of sweat trickled down the side of marks forehead as he stared into your eyes with the darkest expression you had ever seen.

“Look at you, about to cum all over yourself like a little boy... and you haven’t even played with my pussy yet,” you pouted. “That doesn’t seem fair, you know. I deserve to have something to think about the next time we race too, don’t you think?” you fake whined as you released him from your grip and slipped your fingers into your mouth, tasting the pre cum he had released. Mark bit his bottom lip as he watched you lick your fingers clean. You pushed him flat against the hood of your car before climbing into his lap and straddling him against the cool metal. You circled your ass into his lap against his throbbing erection keeping him just as hard as you needed him to be as you peeled off your shirt and marks, leaving you both topless.

Mark layed back on the hood of the car again, but this time you moved up his body to position yourself overtop his face before shifting your panties to the side. “Give me something to think about Mark. This is the only chance you have to prove to me that you aren’t as pathetic as I think you are. Show me that you’re good for something after all,” you said as you roped your fingers through his hair. He grunted before placing his hands on your waist and forcing you down against his mouth not wasting even a second teasing you. He lapped at your soft flesh, running his tongue between every fold of your center.

You couldn’t help it as moans escaped your mouth as he devoured you delicately, sucking your clit into his mouth as he nursed it between his lips. You grinded against his mouth as your wetness dripped from your core and onto his chin. He hummed against your skin, savouring your taste. He licked long slow strips up and down the length of your pussy, stopping to lick softly at your clit before dipping his tongue into your hole. You threw your had back in ecstasy as he worked it in and out of you. You could feel yourself getting close, so you took the opportunity to pull away from him.

You positioned yourself back over his dick, sinking down onto him now that you were dripping wet. He slipped in an out of you with ease as you rode him.

“This is what you wanted, right baby?” you asked him as you captured his mouth in a wet kiss, licking at the juices you had left on his face. He moaned into your mouth as he left one of his hands on your hip, moving you against him as he thrusted up into you and used the other to rub your face sweetly, letting his thumb drag across your bottom lip whenever you broke your kiss.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he said as he struggled to hold off his release. You layed against his chest still riding him as you bit at his ear, whispering naughty words into it to work him up even more.

“Please, daddy,” you begged in your sweetest voice. “I want you to cum inside of me so bad!”

Hearing you call him that drove Mark crazy as he quickened his pace, rocking the car with his thrusts.

You moaned desperately in his ear as you circled your hips against his, as he thrusted frantically up into you. You could feel your orgasm coming on as you broke character for a split second. “You’re going to m-make me cum so hard, Mark,” you said as you hovered above him, staring deeply into his eyes as you reached down to kiss him, biting and sucking at the flesh of his lips. Sure you were still toying with him but you couldn’t deny how fucking amazing he felt sliding in and out of you. He let his hand come down against your ass with a loud smack and it was enough to trigger your senses, sending you over the edge as you felt your orgasm ripple through you.

“Fuck, baby...” mark groaned as he dropped his head back against the hood of your car, as his eyes fell closed. His hips jerked as he released his warmth up into you, sending a bit of it spilling back down over himself.

You watched as his chest rose and fell over and over again as he caught his breath. When he opened his eyes again, this time it was you who smiled down at him with a smug expression on your face.

“Good luck getting that out of your mind before race day, you asshole,” you said, dipping your head down to plant a soft kiss against his lips. He looked flustered and soft; nothing like the boy who had approached you earlier. Mark didn’t say anything in response, instead opting to pull you closer to kiss you some more. Truthfully, the last thing he wanted to think about now was going up against you on the racetrack. He had a bigger problem to worry about because his heart was beating in a way it hadn’t before and he was worried about what that could mean for him.

You, oblivious to this, got up from the hood of your car before slipping your shirt back over your head as mark nervously did the same. He was still leaning against your car as you stood between his legs. Mark had his arms wrapped around you, holding you a little closer and a little tighter than you expected. It was almost as if he had grown attached. “Come on , I’ll drive you home,” you said softly. His friends had long since left with his car, probably expecting him to have caught a ride with some other girl.

“F-fine, but I’m driving,” he said softly sounding a bit dejected. He planted a final kiss on your lips, soft and slow as he drew circles against your cheeks with his thumb as your face rested in his hand.

Mark seemed to have lost the edge he possesed earlier as his cheeks went pink and he rubbed at the nape of his neck.

You slipped him your car keys, having decided not to argue with him as you both clambered into the vehicle and drove off into the night back towards the city. He hoped desperately that you had gotten the message behind his kiss and silently prayed that you also felt even a fraction of the feelings he knew he was quickly developing for you, for him too.

Angels, thanks for reading and thanks to the anon who put in this request🥺 leave me something in my inbox, babies. Love u bye -mia

The feedback on this was so lovely. You guys asked for a second part and it’s here!

Click here for streetracer!mark (pt.2): 2 Fast

828 notes · View notes

mrkuslee · 5 years

Text

personal fic favs master list because I’m crazy for organization and markhyuck

Idol-verse

night by night (15346) #bedsharing

Make each other shine (20059)

rarity (2198)

your silhouette doesn’t look quite right (7130)

imprints (1593) #bedsharing

in the p.m. (1571) #bedsharing

Effulgent (2428)

Let’s get these teen hearts (beating faster, faster) (1529)

Be quiet (1686)

starbright (4674)

I’m the secret that you hide, I’ll be listening until you decide (4125)

(i’m obsessed) do you love me like that? (2817)

High school/College

every night i ring you up like saturn (4388)

come over here and overwhelm me (8334)

sleepover #bedsharing (14404)

to be young and in love (4274)

Bloom (17878)

In All The Years I’ve Known You (6048)

Stretched Hats (15218)

wannabe (11027)

a tiny war within (5000)

shrödinger’s boyfriend (3500)

seven to forever (9620)

a promise in sin city (7205)

Golden Days (29007)

you run my mind, boy (16239) #eventual smut beware

third-wheeler (3498)

my focus, my control is all you (3614)

my brothers don’t like it when you come around (2239)

of course (21787)

sweet relief (pretty please) (25912) #bro porn w feelings feelings

Vampire

One Bite is all it takes… and maybe a few kisses too (12109)

something wicked (♡)

ABO

I Like Me Better When I’m With You (52770)

And you know how (i like dancing on thin ice) (7142)

Honestly, Like, I Really Like You (19693)

Presumptious (9078)

Aubade to a Collapsed Star (10790)

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter - I Just Wanna Be With You (44108)

Royalty

Empire of Ashes (25736)

Rewriting the Stars (61257)

Fall of a Thousand (14621)

Lingering Taste of Mint (13460)

honeymouthed and full of wildflowers (♡) #it’s abo as well op

Soulmates

hop out, cop out (baby you’re a knockout) (29695) #soulmate au but make it iconic as hell and donghyuck’s a zombie and u will shed tears

seagulls and suns (6000)

Misc

the choices we make (3367) #unrequited love

palette (4142) #photosynthesis au!

rewrite the stars (54486) #robot au!

wow thing (1742) #corporate au!

makes my heart beat two-forty-six (2294) #dongsookie au!

Street Credit (41755) #streetracing au!

I Pray That You Hold My Hand One Day (2048) #church? au!

logical fallacy (10000) #debate au!

Swimming Fool (5582) #mermaid au!

dying blooms (10594) #mythology au!

when life gives you lemons (ask for a lime) (16291) #and they were QUARANTINED

14 notes · View notes

yunoyeol · 5 years

Text

His ripped love

Genre : romance; smut later; streetracer!au; angst

Warnings : explicit use of drugs; swearing; illegalities; explicit smut

Pairing : you x kim hanbin

Chapters : 1 / 2

Chp. 1.

Your hands were cold and your exposed knees quivered with the gelid night breeze, making you curse under a large exhale of air. You started to question your decision in tagging along with Jennie, your roommate, but she had her way with words and her persuasive smile always tended to make you agree with all of her stupid invites. At least you’re going out with me tonight, it’s Saturday, you can take a break from all of that studying, Y/N, you recalled on your head, needless to say that the old memory in your shared living room floated in your head and made your eyes subconsciously roll back.

“ - I really should learn how to say no, specially to you guys. Jennie, where the hell are we going? ”

Ah, Jennie. Jennie was a lived girl, happy and spontaneous. You envied her, envied how her lifestyle was truly reckless and how she didn’t care about consequences. Sometimes, you wished you could be a little like her, have a mix of your responsibility with her unselfconscious personality, but you knew tomorrow was always a new day, and you’d have to wake up at 7 o'clock and get up, take a shower and start a new fresh day, having classes at 8. Besides, you needed a place to stay when you moved to college, since your family residence was too far away, making it too expensive to travel every day. You found Jennie’s announcement through a site, popular among students in need of sharing an apartment with someone to reduce the money waste by the end of the month. The first weeks were quite hard to handle, you wanted to rest and study, go to college and come back for more books, maybe spend a hour in a novel that you’d found at the book store, but Jennie and the friends she brought home made it hard for you, with all of their unreasonable talks and deafening laughs. They were obnoxiously loud, and you couldn’t concentrate, and the first time you ever talked properly with Jennie was in a scream of rage, telling her to shut up. You still remember how embarrassed you were, her three friends staring at you in silence for the first time you ever saw, dumbfounded.

- If we irritate you so much, why don’t you sit with us and eat some pizza? - Lisa, you now knew her name.

And after that, you would join them in their movie sprees and thunderous noises, the ones that used to irritate you but now pulled your old neighbors to their edges. There were times were you’d skip the encounter to study, but they always made sure to leave your pizza part at your room’s door, to not interrupt you.

In three months, you considered them your best friends, the ones who you would cry to when something went wrong, the ones who got your back, the ones who would drag you to stupid frat parties where you isolated yourself, and the ones who loved you no matter what, even when your habits didn’t quite coincide with theirs. Lisa was a free spirit firecracker, Chaeyoung preferred boys over books, Jisoo would play with your long hair everytime she got the chance to land her hands on it, and Jennie was Jennie, a lived, happy and spontaneous girl.

They made your time worth a while in a new city.

But today, you weren’t having it. Firstly, Jisoo forced you into a white summer dress, when you specifically said that it wasn’t warm enough for outsider’s weather, and white was just not your colour. Chaeyoung made sure to hide your study manuals and Lisa dragged you to Jennie’s car, where she was waiting patiently.

“ - Where are we going, guys? ” - You repeated, leaning back against the harsh old leather of Jennie’s car.

Lisa turned the music louder, booming way too loud bass that you weren’t sure if they could crack the windows or not. You, instead, decided to lower the volume down, making your voice loud enough for her ears. “ - Really, where are we going, I have an exam in a couple of weeks. ”

“ Ah c'mon Y/N, you’re going out with us, I said it. And where going to have fun. ”- Jisoo answered from the back seat, lightning a cigarette that hung on her cherry colored lips.

That clearly didn’t answer your question, and you doubted your friends intentions, but before your could protest, you felt the car coming to a stop. You didn’t know the place, and obviously neither did you know why there were so many people gathered in this one exact spot. Judging by the clothing choice, the women here weren’t cold but they were very, very, pretty.

“ - Okay. What’s this? ” You asked, the shock of the moment making your voice level lower than usual. With that, Jennie laughed and opened her door, getting out of her parked vehicle. This wasn’t even a parking spot, being clearly a make shift parking lot for the cars that came here, to this unknown destiny. Following Jennie, the girls that sat on the backseat got up and left the car, leaving you with the only option of following them too, since you didn’t even have the minor idea of where the hell did they brought you to.

You clearly didn’t belong here. If you thought your knees were too much exposed, your eyes proved you wrong. You had never seen so much skin before, people here seemed as reckless as your friends, and now you wished you stayed home. Jennie’s hand grabbed your wrist, making your statue figure walk, even when the surprise that the ambient offered you was painted, splattered on your expression.

“ - To answer your questions, this is a street race. ” - She smiled with her charming lips, a loving curve making her eyes disappear in half moon shapes.

Your eyes now fixated on her, not knowing how, or why she brought you here. Millions of questions went through your mind, but your throat didn’t reproduce any of them.

“ - Is this even legal? ” - You muttered, the giggle that leaked from Jennie’s throat reassuring that it wasn’t. Once again, before you could manifest your disdain, Jennie pulled you to the side, joining two of your friends. The third one, Lisa, appeared with a smile on her face and five plastic cups filled with beer on her struggling hands, handing one to each. You didn’t contest, you could sip from time to time, it wasn’t a habit anyway.

You couldn’t guess how many people were there, but all of them parted on each side of the road, leaving it empty for passages. The music was loud, and the amount of bodies almost touching yours made you feel nervous. You smelled the sweat, the alcohol and the drugs on the air, the atmosphere edged a rave, plus the fact of your eyes landing on faces that you could guess their ages varied from teenagers to way older adults.

You had your driver’s license, you had to : being too much of a chauffer to your four friends when they got too wasted to drive in late hours at night and called you to pick them up, so you wondered if you could escape with Jennie’s car.

- Look, there they are! - Jennie pointed at two men walking, and they seemed to be known between the millions of bodies that sided the road, judging by how you could hear screams and most of their eyes turning to their presence, as if they were divine themselves. Two men walking.

But one of them caught your attention.

It made your mouth run dry, your automatic breathing coming to a stop and your eyes glueing to his powerful stance. Not to mention his deadly gaze. He was there for a reason, and he would get his reasons done. The hair that was nicely slicked back out of his gracious forehead, the shine on his dark hair strands looked like they were wet, and how his jawline seemed to be sculptured to the right point made him look like a Greek ancient creature, if not God himself. The loose sleeveless black shirt he was wearing and the ripped over-washed jeans he sported made him look like somebody you wouldn’t mess with, let alone talk to.

“ - Wow. ” You muttered, catching the attention of Chaeyong that softly shoved her elbow against your ribcage, getting your attention but not your eyes, since the vision was as additive as it could be. She leaned over your shoulder, whispering but looking to the exact same spot you were.

“ - Kim Hanbin, 22, street racer. The other one is Bobby, Jennie’s booty call. They have been sleeping together for a good two months now. ”

Oh wow, that explains the countless nights were you didn’t see Jennie.

“ - The other one that is leaning over the matte black car is Junhoe, my booty call. ” - She smiled, moving centimeters away from you.

Needless to say, your eyes were glued to the figure that had just arrived, and by now was talking to the said Junhoe, grabbing the keys from the other’s hand and entering the driver’s seat.

“ - W-Wait, he’s racing? ” You looked to Chaeyoung, your eyes as wide as they could go.

Chaeyong just chuckled, nodding. “ - Oh baby, Hanbin is the main racer of iKon. Seven victories in a row. He has everyone’s attention up his ass. ” She winked.

Your mouth went dry, and you cupped the cold plastic harshly with your hands, taking a large ingulp of the liquid. Your tongue wiped the remains away from your tinted lips, your eyes glueing to the strong looking matte black car. You wondered if he cared how everyone seemed to be conspiring over his name, how everyone expected his win and how everyone stopped their party to watch him start the engine.

The car roared in a warning, a wave of black smoke hovering over the other cars and leaving their small chances of having confidence to dust. The show off was impressive, and now you were too much engaged into see how he could set the road on fire, because he looked promising.

A laugh was heard, and you supposed it came from Bobby that threw himself into the driver’s seat after pointing at Jennie. The girl looked proud, crossing her arms with a huge embarrassed smile painting her lips.

“ - Look at her, all rilled up. ” Lisa threw a lazy arm over your shoulder. “ - Fired up to see this? ” She raised an eyebrow, her now bleached grey locks resting nicely against her back.

You didn’t answer, your eyes glued to the black car. You froze on your spot when you noticed that said driver was staring right back at you, a emotionless unreadable expression coating his perfectly drawn features. He raised an eyebrow, a glint of a mischievous smirk resting on his lips, but you weren’t really proud of your vision, specially from this far away. Maybe it wasn’t happening, and if it was, maybe it wasn’t for you.

A girl, way too exposed for this cold, walked in between the set of four cars, holding a yellow flag on her hand. She looked promiscuous, the look on her face wasn’t denying it.

“ - Who are the other dudes in the other cars? ” Your question startled Jennie, who arched her eyebrows in amusement.

“ - The red car is Jimin, from west side of Seoul. The blue one, Baekhyun, from Busan. In the stipped black and red is Bang Chan, he’s Australian. Cute. ” She answered, not removing her eyes from the girl. You nodded, sipping once more and throwing the empty cup away.

The engines finally ripped the sound throughout the air as soon as the girl raised her hand. She screamed the number one with her high pitched but sexy voice, the number two following and finally, at three, she lowered herself and the flag, the cars storming through the road as aggressive animals. The black car ate the road as a meal, the smell of flint and burning rubber filling your nostrils as it took his way towards the city. Your eyes couldn’t see it anymore, and your heart drummed so fast against your ribcage that you thought it would break itself free.

“ BI LEADING THE WAY, I REPEAT, BI LEADING THE WAY. BANG CHAN JUST CATCHING HIS TAIL. ” A Male voice was heard over the music, reproduced by the same heavy columns that stood high over steel supports.

“ BI is Hanbin, he’s eating them alive. ” Jisoo scrunched her second cup, offering you one more beer. You took it without hesitation, sipping on it and making the girl laugh. Finally, you noticed the huge screens that were supported by the same base as the columns. It showed views of the city, and you wondered how the one behind this could install such cameras and not being caught. On the images, it showed the cars passing by traffic, your free hand coming to your lips when you saw how the black car was going in the wrong direction, dodging the cars that horned and stopped.

But nobody could stop him.

Nobody could stop him.

In minutes, the angry roar of the engine filled the air from afar, and your ears perked up from where the sound was coming. You didn’t hate it, actually, it filled your veins with electric adrenaline that you never knew you could possibly sense.

Your eyes didn’t even catch the moment when the black car erupted on the street, brakes screeching and the rubber from the tires burning against the concrete. The tail of the car twirled, a wave of smoke blinding you and everyone else that cheered on the driver that just arrived. All you could hear was loud screams of names that would set your turbulent late night house meeting to shame.

Jennie ran from her spot and came for a huge hug offered by Bobby as soon as he got out of the car, who lift her up in the air. Anyone else could mistaken the interaction by a loving couple, but they were simple as fuck buddies, judging by what you were told.

Finally, that magnificent man got out the driver’s seat, with all of his splendor and glory following him. He smiled in a lopsided grin, the most beautiful you have laid your eyes upon.

The girl that held the flag earlier walked holding a heavy bag on her hand, handing it to Hanbin with a flirtatious smile on her red velvety lips. He looked at her, winking and grabbing the bad, handing it to a new face. A man, seemed to be close for being in charge of carrying the prize out of the scene.

You stared in awe, being dragged by Chaeyong this time. You found yourself getting closer and closer to them, passing by corpses of cheering people that dispersed to find a closer spot to the music. You panicked, your eyes wide and your mouth unable to move and ask to be free of your friend’s grip.

“ - And who’s this little one here? ” Hanbin asked as soon as he laid his eyes on you, a smirk never leaving his way too tempting lips. His voice was deep and raspy, hoarse and attractive, like a bittersweet, melancholic and troublesome melody.

“ - Y/N. My roommate. She’s chill. ” Jennie leaned against Bobby's chest, who himself had his back against Hanbin’s car.

You kept quiet, not sure how to reply. You scoffed, a small ‘tsk’ leaving your lips. By the look on your face, you surely were not impressed, but by the way your stomach clenched, you damn were. He stared at you for a couple of seconds, as if he was absorbing all of your appearence and wondering why were you hanging out in a place that clearly you didn’t belong to. As if he was judging you.

But he kept quiet and nodded, the smile still resting on his lips. He moved his lazy irises towards Bobby, who got the signal and kissed Jennie’s cheek, whispering a low ’ see you later ’.

One last time, he looked at you and took a step further, being way closer you’d want, but being way far you’d need.

“ - Pleasure to meet you, call me BI. ”

#kim hanbin #bi #hanbin #ikon #fanfic #street racer au #street racer fanfic #kim hanbin fanfic #kimhanbinfanfic #bi fanfic #bifanfic #hanbinfanfic #kimhanbin #ikonfanfic #ikon fanfic #hanbin street racer au #just another au #his ripped love #his ripped love hanbin

44 notes · View notes