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lixiesfreckless · 4 months
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The Punch It Cinematic Universe(PICU)
drive with me, baby.
a street racing au filled with burnt rubber, high speeds, and equally high tension.
lee minho x reader.
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Punch It | 5.1k
There’s an unexpected opening for the leader position of Changbin’s street racing gang club. Naturally, Minho stepped up, ready to fill in the role. He didn’t expect anyone to challenge him, though.
Floor It | 2.8k
You and Minho have been driving circles around each other for months now, but you can't seem to figure out what's holding him back from being the most skilled street racer in the city. Tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Or wheels.
Burn It | 3.6k
The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years. Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.
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mdrambles · 5 months
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Okay, so this happens only once in a blue moon but I got home from my night shift this morning feeling like an absolute badass.
On the way home, I regaled my spouse with the story:
Coming in, I ran into one of the fellows. I am now only locuming at the institution at which I completed my fellowship, so the fellows don't see me often and I don't know this cohort as well as the prior cohort, but I've worked with this particular fellow for multiple shifts since I've moved.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Your shift doesn't start for a few hours."
She laughed. "I know, there was an issue with another resident's schedule so I volunteered to cover a few hours of their shift since I saw you'll be the staff on. I was just excited to work with you."
I was very flattered but of course Imposter Syndrome will never let us have nice things so I am simultaneously flattered and stressed.
Shortly after we received our department handover, I got a call about one of our patients presenting with a complicated pneumonia with multisystem dysfunction due to significant diarrhea and subsequent dehydration leading to acute kidney injury. As expected, their labs are an absolute mess, but everything is holding steady and the patient's on all the treatments needed to correct their underlying pathophysiology.
One of my biggest pet peeves about my fellowship institution is that the emergency department is essentially viewed as "lesser" than, and often our subspecialists speak to us like we're idiots. Unfortunately, this attitude is quite pervasive into our trainees as well, and so despite the fact that I completed the same training (and then some) as the senior pediatric residents that accept/refuse our consults, they will often be fairly condescending toward our department. (I have many feelings about the fact that my institution lets trainees REFUSE consults as it is abysmal for patient safety, but that's besides the point...)
All this to say that I'm sort of steeling myself for this discussion.
"Hi, it's Sabrina in the emerg, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm the senior peds resident calling about that patient. We are still talking to the PICU about them because we were thinking they probably need a bicarb infusion since their bicarb is still low."
"Ah! Okay, I see where you're coming from, but at this time the PICU will really not have anything additional to offer for this patient and therefore they would not be the appropriate admitting service. I understand what you're thinking about the low bicarb, but we have to realize that this patient has a mixed primary metabolic acidosis from their GI bicarb losses, but also a primary respiratory alkalosis from their pneumonia."
"Okay..."
"Giving this patient a bicarb infusion would actually be really dangerous, because once you rapidly increase that pH, then you can knock out the kiddo's respiratory drive and then we run into issues with respiratory failure and possible arrest."
"...Okay, but what about the low potassium?"
"Ah, yes, with the AKI this child has I understand that the potassium is not increasing despite the fluid repletion with potassium-containing fluids, but in this case the potassium is not low enough to put them at risk for cardiac arrhythmias or the like and therefore it's unfortunately a waiting game while their kidneys recover so they can actually hang onto their potassium again. I totally understand how stressful it is for the pediatrics ward when you have these complex multisystem issues given your limited resources, but thanks to all the teams, the management to correct the underlying pathophysiology is in process and at this point, repeating labs is really to ensure there is no deterioration rather than to monitor for improvement. We will probably start to see improvement after the next 12 hours or so, but for now, the fact that things are holding steady is actually exactly what we're hoping for."
"Yeah, okay..."
"You are doing such a great job keeping a close eye on the labs and for sure, if things actually get worse rather than hold steady, then it'd be very reasonable to discuss again with the PICU team. Let us know if there's anything we can do to support you in the meantime!"
...Interestingly, the patient was admitted and transferred up to the pediatric ward within 20 minutes of hanging up the phone.
Sometimes you really do feel like you can doctor! (Also: generalists and fellow emerg docs, don't let anyone ever tell you that you're dumb--you know things! You are a specialist in your own right and that's extremely powerful.) When the Imposter Syndrome comes calling... sometimes you just answer the phone like a badass.
tl;dr:
Me explaining to peds intake why we shouldn't give a bicarb infusion to this kid with a mixed primary resp alkalosis + metabolic acidosis: 🤌🏻 you'll give her a problem with the respiratory drive... And she'll arrest and it'll be bad
Also me:
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YOSHIZAWA RYO in PICU: Shoni Shuchu Chiryo Shitsu (2022) episode one
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masssterchief · 10 months
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[masssterchief] PICU EP11 END English Subs
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faofinn · 11 months
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Day 7 - First Night in Hospital
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - A continuation of a prompt from Whumptober, which in itself is a continuation of a Sicktember prompt 😅
“Stay put for a minute, I need to organise a space for him. One minute, alright?”
"Just getting everything organised." He reassured. "Thank you for taking us seriously."
“I’m sorry it’s taken this long for someone to take you seriously. We’ll get this sorted now.”
"Thank you."       
Harrison turned to his husband, stroking through his son’s hair.  "I knew he wasn't well, Tai."
Tai sighed. “He’s being looked after now.”
"What if they left it too long?" He whispered over Kieran's head.
“They’ll get it sorted.”
"Yeah."
Kieran gave a quiet whine, his hands over his stomach again. He curled into his dad, trying to seek some relief. 
"You gonna be sick again, Kit?"
He nodded, his eyes wide. “My tummy hurts.”
Harrison's heart broke further, and from the look he exchanged with Tai, he wasn't alone. His husband shoved the empty bowl at them, pressing the call bell for some more. 
One of the nurses appeared a short while later. “Sorry it took so long, can I help you- oh. You poor thing. I’ll go and grab you some more bowls, two seconds.”
"Thanks." Harrison was beyond stressed, rubbing Kieran's back and muttering soft encouragement between bouts. "You're alright, Kit. It's better out than in, right?"
The nurse appeared moments later with more bowls and tissue. “Here, and let me get rid of some of these used ones, yeah?”
Kieran roughly wiped his mouth, though immediately vomited again. He made a small noise, a brief frown appearing on his face before everything happened at once. The bowl fell from his hands, tipping into his lap and he seemed to just crumple. Harrison was immediate to support him, but the worry and fear was so clear in his tone. 
"Kieran? Kit? Kit, open your eyes, please, Kit."
Tai’s stomach dropped, the fear rising. He darted for the curtains, looking around for someone to help just add the nurse reappeared. 
“I’m going to get a doctor, alright? Hold on for me.” She told them, pressing the alarm. 
Harrison kept Kieran on his side, though he was still curled into him. Kieran was still stubbornly unconscious, everything becoming so much worse as he started vomiting again. 
"Shit." Harrison whispered under his breath, shifting Kieran further over. He wiped his sons mouth, trying to clear as much as he could. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to their family. 
When the doctor appeared, his decision was easy. “We’re going to resus now, alright?”
Harrison glanced up. "On the bed?"
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Steve had heard the alarm, had seen it was his grandkid's room, and rushed over, meeting them as they were wheeling Kieran out. Harrison was balanced on the bed, supporting a very clearly unconscious Kieran, the pair covered in vomit. Tai was white, far clear in his face, and even the doctor's face was guarded. 
"What happened?"
Tai gravitated towards Steve, relieved to see someone else. “I don’t know. He was sick, and then sick again, and then he just went.”
"Kids can do that." He tried to convince, wrapping an arm around Tai. "It should be just a faint, just a response to all the vomiting."
“And Hars just… is Hars. He knows what he’s doing.” He mumbled, leaning against him. 
"They're looking after him. He's gonna be okay."
“Finally.” He hated this. Hated thinking about the what ifs. Hated thinking his son was stuck with the same, miserable disease he was stuck with. 
Steve pulled him in for a hug, holding him tight. "He's got all of us in his corner."
“He has. I’m just worried about him.”
As they pushed the bed into the bay, Kieran began crying, deep, whimpering sobs. Harrison's heart broke again, wrapping himself around his son, brushing through his hair.
"You're okay, it’s okay. You’re safe, dad's here, you’re okay."
Tai moved closer to his husband and his son. “We’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”
"Daddy?" He asked quietly, whimpers breaking through. "I don't feel very well."
“I know, Kit. It’s okay, the doctors are looking after you. You’re going to be okay.”
"I want Alfie."
“He’ll come and see you later.” Tai said gently. “He’s looking after Levi now.”
"Oh. What about me?"
“We’re looking after you now.”
"But I want Alfie too."
“You can see him soon.”
Harrison hummed, his hand still in Kieran's hair. "Kit? Why don't we swap your pjs for some hospital ones? Get you nice and clean again, yeah? And they're gonna want to stick some stickers on you too."
“You’ll feel much better in clean clothes.” Tai told him gently. “Dad and I will help you, yeah?”
Kieran didn't have the energy to argue, letting them help. It didn’t stop the embarrassment though, his cheeks flushing red as he saw the mess he'd made. The panic had started to overwhelm him again, worried he'd be more than a little told off for the mess. Of course, nobody cared about it. It had been an accident and everyone knew that; it wasn't as if Kieran had asked to be that poorly. After plenty of reassurance, he was settled on the clean bed once more, leads and wires attached everywhere. 
At some point, Tai had taken a photo, dropping it in the group chat to keep everyone updated. As sick as he was, he was settled. There were a few more tears as he was cannulated, the plan to sedate and insert more stable caths when he was ready. He was started on fluids, his blood pressure so low even for a kid. Insulin eventually too, a desperate attempt to start shifting things in the right direction - he'd worsened dramatically even since they'd first been seen. 
While it was the middle of the night and he was bound to be tired, he'd only become more drowsy and irritable, and unfortunately for him, hadn't managed to entirely stop being sick.
With the help of a little sedation, they ended up getting more access, and passed an NG. He needed cranial imaging, and it was easier to manage when he was clinically as stable as he could be. And, with as much access as possible, just in case anything went south. 
It seemed to be an age, but the scans came back clear and he was on his way to the PICU. Steve followed them, and while Kieran wasn't 100% with it, he felt better for having his grandad there too.
Kieran somewhat changed his mind once they'd transferred him, calling out for Tai. In the end, he hopped up on the bed with him, hiding his fear of all the needles and wires and machines and - everything. He wasn’t there for him, Kieran needed him. With a happy noise, Kieran snuggled closer, his head on his dad's chest, his favourite place to be, listening to the beats of his heart. He was quiet for a long while, and Tai was almost certain he'd fallen asleep amidst the low hum of Harrison and Steve’s conversation. 
"Dad?"
"Mm? You alright, Kit?"
He gave a long sigh, still apparently feeling the sedation too. "Are we the same now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Because you have to take your…your antisugars."
He smiled. "My insulin, yeah. That's what's in that bag there, too. I think it's nearly 100% that we will match, though, so I'll be able to help with every single thing you need, and you can ask me anything at all."
"Promise?"
"Of course, Kit." He sighed past the lump in his throat. "You know how Daddy is a super doctor too?"
He nodded, looking up at Tai. 
"Well, when I got diagnosed with 'di-ah-bee-teas'," he sounded it out properly for Kieran. "Daddy made sure to teach me everything. Sometimes he would even do my checks for me because I was a bit of a scaredy cat! But if you need me to help, or even daddy to help too, all you're gonna have to do is ask. I'm sure even grandad Steve would do it for you, too, if you asked nicely."
Kieran managed a laugh, snuggling closer. Tai's murmuring reverberated through his chest, and the circles he was drawing on his son’s back didn’t help keep the tiredness away. It didn’t take long for him to slip into sleep, content on Tai, and protected by his entire family. 
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nekoluw · 2 months
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eupdme · 2 months
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Just something I written whilst in PICU:
I've become pavlovs dog; sit, stay, only move when I say
If its not the voices its you,
can't wear my shoes ,
Laces not allowed ,
incase ligature inbound.
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itskirihara · 11 months
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Shikota Takeshiro, Yano Yuta, Wakui Momoko, Kawamoto Mai ♥️✨
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thetulip84 · 1 year
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imagadlic · 1 year
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このドラマでは泣き虫吉沢亮くんが観られます(∗ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅∗)
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lixiesfreckless · 4 months
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Burn It | l. m.
the last installment to Punch It, a fic from the PICU
➸ synopsis: The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years.
Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.
➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation, smtown, hybe, kq, everywhere, I went a bit crazy)
➸ word count: 3.6k words
➸ general content: streetracer!minho, very very dangerous street racing(do not attempt to do any of this, no matter how tempting it may be), a stupid amount of cameos, one somewhat misogynistic background character, gearhead culture
➸ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, a mild car wreck
➸ rating: teen+
➸ author's note: this is(should be) the final official installment to the picu! imagine punch it, floor it, and burn it as one continuous timeline, with the ending being this chapter. do I have a favorite? no, not after writing this chapter.
♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but it's a street racing tournament for crying out loud. do yourself a favor and listen to these epic vibes.
yes, it's meant to be listened to in that order(starting from Deja Vu). shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.
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♫- Deja Vu
You feel the refreshing spray of hose water on your bare back, soaking your black bikini top for the fourth time this evening. 
Whipping around, you find Minho rinsing off the back of his car, free hand stuffed into his pocket as he whistles and avoids eye contact.
He’s hit with a soapy sponge, square on the back of his black shirt.
“Hey!” He ditches the hose, deciding to pause washing the vehicle in favor of chasing you around the bumper.
The Wolfgang racing club had gathered at Changbin’s house for the annual Golden-Tire-Cup-and-car-show-preparation-party, detailing and fixing cars as needed before it’s time for the race, which takes place in the California desert shortly after sundown. Members were littered across the lawn and garage, replacing rims, tightening brakes, and avoiding Minho, who had taken a liking to spraying anyone that came close to his ride.
“Yo Min, I love what you did with the brakes!” Jisung points and yells to him, twirling and fumbling a ratchet wrench as he runs into the garage, kneeling to meet Seungmin who slides out from under someone’s car on a skateboard.
“What did you do to them?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and crossing your arms.
“Oh, I painted them red to match,” he says nonchalantly, the only sign of something strange being the pink dusting his cheeks.
“Match…match what? There’s no red on your car-”
No, but your whole car is red.
A slow smile spreads across your face as you walk around the hood of the car, and Minho only looks up at you right before you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as you step back, sighing and admiring your teamwork.
The 1993 Toyota MR2 glistens in the late afternoon sun, not a single scratch or scuff mark streaking the ebony shell. Minho doesn’t think the car has been this clean since he first got the keys.
“You nervous at all?”
“Me? Nervous?” He scoffs and waves you off, and then worry creases his features as he drops the act. “...a little. We haven’t made it this far in years.”
“Yeah, but…” you say, pulling him in to wrap your arms around his half-soaked waist, “for the best racer in the city, I think it’s manageable.”
“Laying it on thick, are we?”
“Better take advantage of it while you can,” you giggle, and he rolls his eyes before leaning down.
Suddenly, a set of loud engines cut into the air as they fly around the block corner, cars rumbling and thundering as they slow down and approach Changbin’s house. A modified black vintage Mustang jerks to a stop in the driveway, and then the door flies open, a slender man with long skunk-stripe hair stepping out onto the hot pavement. A leather jacket with the word Guerillaz across the back sits draped on his shoulders as he closes the car door behind him, and other men start leaving their respective cars.
“Whoa whoa whoa, what did I miss?” The man says, tilting down his sunglasses and smirking at the two of you, still holding each other. You take the hose from Minho and aim it at him, spraying a stream of water and sending him into a fit of shrieks as he holds up his team jacket as a shield.
“Look what the scaredy cat dragged in,” Changbin taunts from the garage, before ditching his work gloves and crossing the lawn to meet the unexpected intruder.
Wooyoung catches Changbin in a hug, elated to see his old teammate after so long.
He used to be a part of the Wolfgang racing club before he moved up the coast to Sacramento– but since he couldn’t keep his hands away from the wheel, he ended up making his own club, one that ended up driving back down to team with Wolfgang to win the Kingdom Cup a year later.
They only come back down twice a year; once for the Christmas car show, and again in the summer for the Golden Tire Cup Championship. 
Wooyoung lets go of him, nodding towards Minho as he takes off his sunglasses.
“Semifinals, huh?” He says, looking at him in awe. “You must have gotten a lot better since I last saw you.”
“My teacher was alright,” he sighs and shrugs, and you spray his face and walk off, leaving him dripping wet in favor of going to find Yeji.
“Now that, I did not see coming,” San whispers, dapping up Hyunjin as he approaches the latter’s Supra, now painted red to match his hair. “The last time I saw them, they hated each other.”
“Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you met your match?” Ryujin pipes up from the ground, tightening the nut on a wheel. “They both thought they were the best before Minho won Changbin’s car.”
“Minho did what?” He asks, eyes turning to saucers.
“Dude, let me tell you about what happened last summer…”
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Night is falling in the desert, but it’s never looked more awake.
Rows upon rows of cars line up on the dry earth, and photographers and gearheads alike gawk at the automobiles, snapping endless amounts of pictures and videos with their devices. 
Further down the track a stage is set up, with some DJ working a growing crowd as they sip on whatever they can get their hands on.
You’re at the edge of the car show with Yeji, helping her ward off condescending men with boring car questions. Surely they must know that car enthusiasts don’t all have to be male.
Another one saunters up to the two of you, sizing you up with a stare that lingers just a little too long at your exposed midriff.
“And this is your car?” he asks, and in favor of keeping your team from being disqualified, you keep your arms folded tight against your chest.
“Yes, it’s-” Yeji stops you with a raised hand, looking up from inspecting her manicure and staring him dead in the eyes.
“It’s my 608 horsepower V8 engine 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder, why do you ask?” She asks sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him. He narrows his eyes and reluctantly walks away, realizing this wasn’t a fight he could win.
“Nice one,” you chuckle, right as your phone rings in your team jacket. You check the time and answer it, noting that it’s just after 8 pm before speaking.
“Hello?”
“Your boyfriend says to ‘get your ass over here’. The race is about to start,” Lia says, half drowned out by the crowd you’re sure is swarming there by now. You look at Yeji, who waves you off with a shake of her head.
“I think I can fend for myself,” she whispers, and you nod in response.
“I’ll be there in two minutes.”
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You hear bets being made and taunts being thrown as you push your way through the crowd, making your way to the start of the track. Four cars of different makes, models, and colors sit at the starting line, with members of their respective teams standing near each one, buzzing with anticipation.
After showing the back of your jacket you get let onto the track, where at least half of your gang circles Minho, giving him some last words of advice and encouragement.
“Remember, the gas is on the right and the brakes are on the left,” Felix jokes.
“Oh oh, and your seatbelt,” Jeongin joins in, egging him on, “don’t wanna break the law, now do we?”
“Alright alright, knock it off you two,” Changbin laughs, then looks to the team’s resident mechanic.
Chan is silent for a moment, then puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” he says quietly, and the team nods in agreement. “Be safe.”
You push your way into the circle, and Chan smiles at you before gesturing to everyone else.
“Let’s give them some space, yeah?” he says, and the group disperses, wishing safety and slapping Minho on the back before exiting the track.
The man of the hour turns to you as you step up to him, the shouts of the crowd fading into the background as you meet his eyes.
“How are you doing,” you whisper, flicking some sand off of his team jacket. He looks out at the crowd, drawing in a deep breath before looking down at you again.
“I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of losing,” he admits, running a hand through his black locks. “I don’t want to let everyone down, we’ve come so far-”
“Because of you, Minho,” you interrupt, pushing a pointed finger against his chest. “We only got this far because of you. We’ll be proud no matter what trophy you take home.”
The creases in his forehead ease at your words, and you take his gloved hand into yours.
“You’re not here to be the best; we already know you are,” you remind him, smiling. “You’re here to have fun. Winning would just be a nice bonus.”
“Oh yeah? And what happens if I win?” He grins, pulling your hand a bit closer as you chuckle at his forwardness.
“I can think of a couple things-”
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE TENTH ANNUAL GOLDEN TIRE CUP SEMIFINALS!”
The voice of the announcer booms over the speakers as a tall man with a silver microphone enters the track. You quickly leave a kiss against Minho’s cheek, then lean over to his ear.
“Come back to me in one piece,” you whisper, then squeeze his hand and run off the track. 
“WE HAVE QUITE THE LINEUP FOR YOU TODAY, SO LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR RACERS!”
The crowd erupts into cheers as each racer stands in front of their car, awaiting their introduction.
“FROM THE P1ECE PEDAL PUSHERS, HWANG INTAK!”
A guy with curly brown hair waves at the crowd, blowing kisses and causing several girls pushed up against the barricade to faint.
“FROM THE BLUE FLAMES, NAKAMURA KAZUHA!”
A Japanese chick with sick looking sunglasses does a small curtsy, and you scream along with the crowd, always excited to see other women excited about racing.
“FROM THE NEVER CRASHING TIRES, LEE JENO!”
A guy with snow white hair spells out his team’s acronym with his hands before waving, and you can hear his team start chanting from down the track.
“AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, FROM THE WOLFGANG, LEE MINHO!”
You and the gang howl as loud as you can as Minho turns around and points to his back, showing off the detailed wolf design on the back of his team leather jacket.
The four racers shake hands with each other before each getting into their cars, waving one last time at the crowd before shutting the doors.
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If Minho really thinks about it, all races are the same.
The announcer had gone over the rules, and despite this not being his first race by a long shot, he assumes that anyone would have been able to guess them.
Three laps around the track.
No shortcuts.
Start at the sound of the gun.
Unlike NASCAR, foul play technically is allowed, but none of the teams that made it to the semifinals made it by playing dirty. It felt too much like cheating. That, and no one wanted to scratch their nice cars for a trophy if they didn’t have to.
Minho grips the wheel and closes his eyes as a girl wearing next to nothing struts out to the middle of the track, holding an air gun in her gloved hand.
Slowly, the sounds of the crowd roaring and his opponents cheekily revving their engines fade into the background, the world around him becoming more still as he goes to his happy place.
He opens his eyes again and he’s back, back in the passenger seat with you holding the steering wheel.
“What are you waiting for?” you say, giving him an annoyed side eye.
“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?” 
“Okay, go.”
“What-”
BANG!
“Go!”
Minho breaks out of his reverie and floors it, the racers doing the same as the crowd screams in delight.
“AND THEY’RE OFF!” The announcer booms, standing in a tower on the other side of the starting line as a black haired girl next to him waves a giant checkered flag. The cars zoom forward, getting smaller and smaller as they tear down the track. A tiny drone follows them, becoming a tiny red light flashing in the distance.
Minho grins, falling into the rhythm of upshifting like it’s an old song he loves.
The P1ECE’s car takes the lead, narrowly cutting corners while NCT’s car stays hot on its trail, not letting it get a lead. The Wolfgang’s car gives them their space as Blue Flame’s car stays next to it, hugging the inside of every curve. 
One lap down, and Minho is cruising in third place as the cars zip past the finish line.
“IT REALLY IS ANYONE’S GAME FOLKS…”
Silently, you say a prayer as the cars disappear from view, the crowd going insane around you and your gang.
Inside the car, Minho is having a ball, treating the desert track as his own personal time trial as he and the others burn rubber, trading places around every turn. 
He lets Kazuha’s car pass him as he eases up on the gas, enough to let her gain a small lead.
“What is he doing?!” An angry man yells, gripping onto the barrier as the cars fly past the start again, signaling the final lap. You assume he has money on the line as you smirk, knowing Minho’s real strategy.
“THERE GO THE RACERS AND- HOLD UP- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO WE HAVE A DRIFT RACER?!”
The crowd becomes uncontrollable as they hear the announcer, seeing a small cloud of smoke go up from the edge of the track as Minho drifts around the first turn, not slowing down.
“That’s my boyfriend!” You point and scream, barely keeping yourself behind the barrier.
Minho spins the wheel left and right, howling inside of his car as it slides around every curve, leaving a smoky trail behind it. Threatened, the other racers speed up, attempting to widen the gap between him and them, but he’s gaining ground way too quickly.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to. He’s having too much fun.
He hardly realizes there’s only thirty seconds left between him and the GT Cup Finale.
And then, on the final turn, the unthinkable happens.
Jeno’s car pulls away as something under Kazuha’s car explodes, and then starts smoking.
Minho watches as her car drifts into Intak’s, making them both turn sideways and start to block the inside of the turn. 
Heart dropping, he realizes he won’t be able to clear the turn.
“Are you not going to slow down?!” He yells, frightened at the calmness in your voice.
“Why would I do that-”
“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screams, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”
No.
“This is how you handle a turn,” Minho whispers, and then taps on the break and spins his steering wheel to the right.
Up ahead, you feel yourself going lightheaded as you see the smoke start to build, blocking the rest of the track from view. Only the neon green NCT car was visible, blazing towards the finish line.
Next to you, Hyunjin goes pale, and you grip onto his arm, more to steady yourself than to comfort him as the crowd collectively holds their breath.
And then, the crowd explodes into cheers.
“RUN ME OVER AND CALL ME DINNER- WOLFGANG MAKES IT AROUND THE FINAL TURN!”
Minho flies around the corner, tires skidding against the ground while the car drifts before he steps on the gas again, emerging from the smoke. You scream, nearly shaking Hyunjin to death as you grip onto his jacket and watch the MR2 draw near to the finish line.
The girl next to the announcer wildly waves her checkered flag as the NCT car crosses the finish line, followed two seconds later by the Wolfgang car, before they both screech to a halt.
Minho throws the door open, nearly tripping over himself as he strains to see down the other end of the track, followed by Jeno.
A hush falls over the crowd as they wait in near silence, hoping to see anything other than smoke emerging from the two cars that fell behind.
In the red haze from their tail lights, one figure emerges.
Kazuha’s thumb shoots up from her body, carried in Intak’s arms as he walks them both towards the starting line.
“THEY’RE OKAY!” The announcer cheers, nearly dropping his binoculars as the crowd joins him.
Relieved, Minho's eyes search for yours before locking on them, barely having any time to react as you sprint across the track, and subsequently crash into him. The rest of the gang hops the barrier, whooping and hollering as they celebrate their finalist.
“I knew it, I knew you could do it,” you nearly sob, clutching onto his jacket.
“You saved my life,” he shudders, holding your shoulders tightly. “I would have crashed into them if you never taught me to drift.”
You don’t hesitate; you can’t. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for the kiss he should have gotten before the race.
The crowd screams as he picks you up and spins the two of you, not caring one bit about who’s looking as he returns your embrace in earnest, smiling against your lips.
“GET A ROOM, WILL YOU?” The announcer laughs, walking up to the two of you and dragging Jeno with him. Minho chuckles and puts you down, and you catch a glimpse of the announcer’s mic, spelling Soobin in sparkly silver letters.
“EVERYONE, OUR GOLDEN TIRE CHAMPIONSHIP FINALISTS!” 
Soobin takes Minho’s arm and raises it along with Jeno’s, and the crowd goes wild.
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Be Free ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
slowlee: come to the kitchen rq
You read the text and swipe away the notification, slipping the phone back into your jacket pocket.
“Glad to hear that no one got seriously injured,” the man you were talking to says, stepping back onto his motorbike. “Typically for people like us, crashes end up being way less epic.”
“Well I'm glad you haven't gotten into any,” you jest, waving to him and his crew before they roll off the driveway, their silver hexagonal logos glinting off their jackets in the moonlight.
You turn and walk back up to Changbin’s house, alive and overflowing with guests as the afterparty is in full swing.
Making your way through the crowded house, you dap up Hongjoong and a tipsy Mingi, do a shot with Chaeryeong and Yuna, and slide into the kitchen right as Minho picks up a brown bottle, instantly meeting your gaze.
“EVERYONE!” Minho yells, pouring a shot of whiskey into his cup before pulling you to his side. You try and fail to keep a grin from landing on your face.
“I’d like to make a toast,” he announces, surveying the room of members and supporters turning to face him and grinning. “To this team, for making it to the finals after four years!”
Whoops and whistles fly around the room.
“To Changbin, for helping me keep his old car in top condition so I don’t die on the road!”
A crazy sounding laugh comes from the man holding baby Chun Ja, complete with a mini racer jacket and red binkie.
“And to the rightful owner of his car,” he lowers his voice, face softening as he looks down at you.
“Minho,” you whisper, eyes widening as you stare up at him in shock.
“I want them to know,” he whispers back, hand squeezing your waist.
“For beating my ass by seven seconds in our duel last year,” he continues, and you watch as several members around the room blink and look at each other in confusion. Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up simultaneously, and your best friend’s eyes meet yours, equally shocked. “And teaching me that there’s no point in being the best, if you’re not having fun with it.”
The room erupts into cheers as Minho raises his solo cup, and everyone follows suit, cups rising all around the kitchen. “Next stop, the Golden Tire Cup Finals!”
“Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Wooyoung laughs, before everyone throws their shots back.
As the party quickly resumes, you’re swarmed by some of the girls in the gang, bombarded with questions about the legendary duel that decided the fate of the club’s leader. Amongst the chaos, you lock eyes with Minho, who’s getting slapped on the back by Hyunjin while some other members tease him.
He mouths three words to you, and you swear you feel your whole soul light on fire.
You giggle, flaming red as you mouth them back.
I love you too.
After all, you should have known that after acquiring your heart, there’s only one thing he could do.
Burn it.
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
Burn It
a lixiesfreckles_ production
cast(in order of appearance)
Lee Minho as the finalist
Han Jisung as the baby mechanic
Kim Seungmin as the only one working
Jung Wooyoung as the old teammate
Seo Changbin as the host
Choi San as the one that's figuratively late to the party
Hwang Hyunjin as the drama
Shin Ryujin as the pit crew
Hwang Yeji as the one who knows her shit
Lia as the messenger
Lee Felix as thing 1
Yang Jeongin as thing 2
Bang Chan as the experienced mechanic
Choi Soobin as the mc
Hwang Intak as the heartthrob hero
Nakamura Kazuha as the victim
Lee Jeno as the neo one
Kim Hongjoong as the designated driver
Song Mingi as the passenger princess
Lee Chaeryeong as party girl 1
Shin Yuna as party girl 2
dedicated to everyone who read Punch It and demanded a book afterwards. it's never gonna happen, but the flattery stayed with me.
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thatwonpersons · 1 year
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3am shenanigans
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story below the cut
so my friend got me this lil figure
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dunno where this lil bud came from, but i love it
named em Picu just cuz why not
if anyone knows where this lil guy came from, please tell
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timotey · 2 years
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Poster for Yoshizawa Ryo's upcoming drama PICU about a young doctor in an ICU for children. Should air this fall.
(Cr. oryofiles)
Holy smokes, his eyes... 👀
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masssterchief · 10 months
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[masssterchief] PICU EP09 English Subs
Disclaimer: Because it’s a one-man project, this is not perfect. Please understand if I made a mistake and please tell me if I made a mistake so that the next release will be better. Thank you!
Please DO NOT repost my subs without my permission!
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Softsub: Here  
RAW: Hikari Raiders
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Thank you for watching!
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Donasi: Trakteer
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blueberrynonnie · 1 year
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Who, in their right minds, thought that 36 hour shifts are sensible?
24 hours is still doable to a certain extent. But 36 hours?!??!!! In a fkn paediatric ICU!?!?!!!
Idk. Maybe I’m just cranky I didn’t get the sleep
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