#Park Il-sun

[thebutcher-5]

I'm a Cyborg, but that's OK

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo deciso di parlare nuovamente di horror, spostandoci in Spagna e discutendo di un’opera affascinante ossia Marrowbone. La storia parla di questa famiglia che si trasferisce dall’Inghilterra agli Stati Uniti e vanno ad abitare in una casa isolata. Qui si nascondono da qualcuno o qualcosa e riescono a passare dei momenti felici,…

[chasingm00n]

Parents <3

Episode 4 | THE FIERY PRIEST 2 (2024) dir. Park Bo-ram

[voidincinema]

The Glory (2023)

[onenakedfarmer]

Watching

PROJECT WOLF HUNTING Kim Hong-sun Korea, 2022

[suavis-nook]

T H E G L O R Y 2022 || directed by Ahn Gil-ho

"Have you seen my scars before?" the fact that she opened up to him like this ... i mean I was touched. so happy that our Dong-eun finally got herself a person she can actually talk to

[k-star-holic]

'Physical:100' This video "Attack on Titan"

[geekcavepodcast]

Uprising Teaser

Set during Korea's Joseon Dynasty, Uprising follows two friends, one the master and the other the servant, who "reunite post-war as enemies on opposing sides." (Netflix)

Uprising stars Gang Dong-won, Park Jeong-min, Cha Seung-won, Kim Shin-rock, Jin Sun-kyu, and Jung Sung-il. The film is directed by Kim Sang-man from a screenplay by writer/producer Park Chan-wook.

Uprising hits Netflix on October 11, 2024.

[taekwondolifemagazine]

Project Wolf Hunting is One Crazy Ride- Feb. 2023

Project Wolf Hunting is One Crazy Ride (2023) #ProjectWolfHunting @WellGoUSA @LeifHelland1 #marczirogiannis #Neugdaesanyang @HiYAHTV

  December 23, 2022 (NYC)-Project Wolf Hunting is One Crazy Ride (2023).  A Look at Project Wolf Hunting. Project Wolf Hunting, an action, Sci-fi film of South Korean origin hitting US Blue Ray, Digital, and DVD sales on February 14th. Here is a synopsis and review of this Well Go USA Entertainment release. Project Wolf Hunting is One Crazy Ride (2023) SYNOPSIS: Project Wolf Hunting –While…

[heartkaji]

teenage dirtbag !

(n) — winbre boys as the dark side of teenhood

includes : hayato suo, mitsuki kiryu, ren kaji, haruka sakura, umemiya hajime & endo yamato

cw : drugs ! 16+ content

✶ drug dealer ! suo who smells like dope & kit kat & every drug under the sun. at school hayato is il ragazzo perfetto ; pretty & smart & a favorite of the teachers. but when your acid runs out or you’re in desperate need of molly, il ragazzo perfetto is the first one you call.

✶ stoner ! kiryu who is always high, a rare sight at school & often found at clubs smoking ganja or high off the powder. suo hayato is his best friend & partner in crime & you’ll never catch kiryu without at least two cherry flavored vapes in his bag.

✶ youth offender ! ren kaji, who is always in trouble with the law. new day brings new grounds for arrest & his probation officer is fucking sick of him. he’s on house arrest every other week & juvenile court is his second home. many of his crimes include ( but aren’t limited to ) : petty theft, armed battery, drug use & possession, and vandalism & graffiti.

✶ troubled kid ! sakura whose best friend is his skateboard & electric guitar. midnights are spent at the city park with juul in hand & worn out board in the other. in the rare moments haruka is home the police are too; the neighbors seem to hate the sound of megadeth & metallica from that guitar of his.

✶ gambler ! umemiya who’s the yumeko jabami of the blackjack world, except he fucking sucks. every night of the week he’s hitting you up to ask for new money with honeyed promises of pay back with interest. you’d be a fool to give him a dime though, seeing as he’s never won a game of poker in his life.

✶ party animal ! endo yamato who comes in at 8am smelling like sex & the city. every day starts at 2am for him & ends in another woman’s bed. he’s gotten at least two girls pregnant so far, but you’ve never seen the babies & you never will. beer pong is his bitch, & winning money from umemiya is his primary source of income.

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

[notleclerc]

Too Hot

🤍Charles x Fem!Reader

🤍summary: in which the game „Too Hot“ challenges ones desires

🤍warning: getting a little steamy here but nothing to big

🤍a/n: I got inspired by @yuwuta with the JJK version and was like „ok slay lemme try it as well“ // English is not my first language so please have mercy on me🥺

In the heart of Monaco, where the streets echo with the roar of engines and the glitz of the Grand Prix, a different kind of heat simmers beneath the surface. It's not the scorching sun or the adrenaline of racing that sets hearts racing, but a playful game of Too Hot. And amidst the glamorous backdrop, you find yourself entangled in a steamy encounter with none other than Charles Leclerc.

Ever since Lando started to learn how to be a Dj, he‘s been throwing parties left and right, having only VVIP‘s in the club. Models, Actors, Athlete‘s - you name it. Obviously, that means the whole Grid is always welcome to join the fiesta. Charles, being the supportive friend he is, gets ready to dress up and waits for his girlfriend.

Y/n makes sure to wear a beautful red dress. God, that dress could make the devil go weak in his knees. Charles couldn‘t help but admire her.

„Tu es très belle, mon amour“ (you look beautiful my love)

he says, his voice tender with a soft look on his face.

You smile as you feel your cheeks getting warmer, giving yourself a natural blush. You give him a peck on his chin, as you are smaller even in heels.

„Merci Cha“ (thank you)

The two of you leave his appartement and go straight to his oh-so-famous Ferrari, the one that puts everyone in awe of its beauty (or the beauty driving it). The ride was smooth and no words were exchanged as the two of them enjoyed the calm and warmth.

It didn‘t take them long to reach the club, the music already indicating that Charles and Y/n were fashionably late. Charles hands his keys to a valet since he can‘t, for the love of god, park the car right. You tease him about it way too often.

„Et ils disent que les femmes ne peuvent pas se garer“ (and they say women can‘t park)

you say teasingly.

Charles chuckles and places his hand on your waist, guiding you towards the entrance. He made sure to get down to your ear and whispered softly

„Surveille ta bouche ou je le ferai pour toi, bébé“ (watch your mouth or i‘ll do it for you babe)

As you both enter, one with a smirk and the other with flushed cheeks, Lando greets the two of you with a wave from the DJ booth and makes sure to let you both know where the others are.

The party can begin.

As the night unfolds and the party reaches its peak, you catch sight of Charles across the room, his charismatic smile drawing you in like a magnet. You were dancing with the girlfriends of the drivers and having the time of your life. Your pulse quickens as Charles suddendly approaches, his confident stride sending a thrill down your spine.

"Hey there," he greets you with a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fancy a game of Too Hot?"

You're taken aback by the invitation, but the thrill of the challenge beckons you. "Sure, why not?" you reply, unable to resist the allure of his playful proposal. The two of you love challenges no matter what the situation is.

The rules are simple: two people kiss while keeping their hands to themselves, and the first to touch their partner loses. With a shared glance and a silent agreement, you both dive into the game, the tension between you palpable.

As your lips meet in a teasingly tender kiss, the world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the electrifying connection between you and Charles. His touch is intoxicating, igniting a fire within you that blazes with each passing moment.

"Tu es un sacré compétiteur“ (You're quite the competitor)

Charles murmurs against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

„Mais je n'y vais pas de main morte avec toi, ma petite fleur“ (But I won't go easy on you, my little flower)

he adds playfully.

You respond with a playful challenge of your own, reveling in the thrill of the chase as you dance on the edge of temptation. Each kiss becomes a daring game of brinkmanship, testing the limits of self-control.

Time loses all meaning as you lose yourself in the heated exchange, the boundaries between reality and desire blurring into a tantalizing haze. The world outside ceases to exist as you and Charles become locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to concede defeat.

But as the game reaches its climax, a surge of longing courses through you, threatening to overwhelm your resolve. With a breathless gasp, you instinctively reach out, your hand brushing against Charles's cheek in a moment of unguarded passion.

"Je gagne“ (I win)

he whispers triumphantly, a smug grin playing on his lips as he leans in to claim victory with a searing kiss.

„Je te laisse gagner parce que c'est la seule fois où tu le fais“ (I let you win because that‘s the only time you do)

You teased him again and couldn‘t help but laugh, seeing his baffled face. He puts his hand on your cheeks and squeezes them together. He looks down at me and shakes his head softly with a certain intensity to his eyes.

„Tu veux vraiment jouer à la cochonne avec moi ? Tu sais ce que les sales gosses obtiennent de mon amour.“ (you really want to play dirty with me? You know what brats get my love)

He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he tilted his head.

Ne m'oblige pas à te faire ça, ma belle. (Don‘t make me do it to you sweetcheeks)

He goes back to squeeze your cheeks together and pulls you closer to him with a warning look in his ocean eyes. As the night draws to a close and the party fades into memory, you carry with you the lingering warmth of Charles's touch, a tantalizing reminder of a fiery encounter that ignited sparks in the heart of Monaco.

As for what happens after the party? Only the two of them and maybe the neighbour will know ;).

Now that escalted quickly👀 HAVE MERCY ON ME!! I don‘t know how to write intimate moments aka the humpy dumpty so please take this as a chance to let your mind run freely 🥹

Reblog, comments and likes are aprreciated

[cailinsblog]

A Day with Charles, Y/N, and Jack

Charles leclerc x reader

The streets of Monaco were bathed in the warm glow of the Mediterranean sun, casting a golden hue over the pristine yachts and bustling markets. In a charming apartment overlooking the marina, life was just as picturesque for Charles Leclerc, his wife Y/N, and their adorable three-year-old son, Jack.

Jack was a spitting image of his father, with the same tousled brown hair and, most strikingly, Charles' captivating green eyes. Y/N often found herself lost in those eyes, mesmerized by their depth and beauty. It was one of the many things she adored about her little family.

This particular morning, the scent of fresh croissants and brewing coffee filled the air. Y/N stood by the kitchen counter, slicing fruit for breakfast, while Jack clung to her leg, his small hands gripping her jeans.

"Bonjour, mon amour," Charles greeted, wrapping his arms around Y/N from behind and planting a soft kiss on her neck.

"Bonjour, Charles," she replied with a smile, turning her head to kiss him on the lips. "Have you seen how much Jack looks like you today? Especially his eyes."

Charles crouched down to Jack's level and ruffled his hair. "Oui, c'est vrai. Il a mes yeux. But he has your smile, and that makes him even more special."

Jack giggled, reaching up to be picked up by his father. "Papa!"

Charles lifted Jack effortlessly, twirling him around before settling him on his hip. "Ready for breakfast, little man?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically, pointing to the table where his favorite blue plate awaited.

As they sat down to eat, Y/N couldn't help but watch the two of them interact. Jack was undeniably a mama's boy, always seeking her out for comfort and affection, but his bond with Charles was equally heartwarming. She loved seeing how Charles' eyes would light up whenever he looked at their son.

After breakfast, they decided to spend the day exploring Monaco. The Leclerc family was well-loved by the locals, and their strolls often involved many friendly greetings and photo requests. Today was no different, and as they walked through the streets, they were frequently stopped by fans and friends alike.

At one point, they stopped by a quaint little park. Jack immediately ran to the playground, his excitement evident in his beaming smile.

"Careful, Jack," Y/N called out, watching him climb up the slide. "Ne te fais pas mal."

Charles laughed, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "He'll be fine. He's a tough little guy."

They sat on a nearby bench, watching Jack play. Charles turned to Y/N, a tender expression on his face. "You know, sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am. I have the most beautiful wife and an amazing son."

Y/N blushed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I feel the same way, Charles. Every day with you and Jack is a blessing."

"Do you think he knows how much we love him?" Charles asked, watching Jack interact with another child on the playground.

"I think he feels it," Y/N replied softly. "And I think he sees it in our eyes, especially yours. Those beautiful green eyes of yours that he inherited."

Charles smiled, pulling her closer. "I love you, Y/N."

"Je t'aime, Charles," she whispered back.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park, they decided to head home. Jack, tired from all the playing, clung to Y/N as they walked back. His little head rested on her shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed.

"He's definitely a mama's boy," Charles said, chuckling as he watched them.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way," Y/N replied, kissing Jack's forehead.

Back at their apartment, they settled into their evening routine. After a bath and a bedtime story, Jack was finally asleep in his crib. Y/N stood by the crib, watching her son sleep peacefully.

Charles came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "He's perfect, isn't he?"

"Yes," Y/N said, tears of happiness in her eyes. "He has your eyes, and every time I look at him, I'm reminded of how much I love you."

Charles turned her around to face him, cupping her face in his hands. "And I love you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me this beautiful life, for being the best mother to our son."

They shared a tender kiss, a moment of pure love and connection. As they pulled away, Charles glanced down at Jack, a smile playing on his lips. "He's going to grow up knowing how much he's loved. And every time he looks in the mirror, he'll see those green eyes and remember where he came from."

Y/N nodded, her heart full. "Our little Jack, with his papa's eyes and his mama's heart. He's our everything."

They left the nursery, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the future held. Together, they knew they could handle anything. Their love was strong, and with Jack as the center of their world, their family was complete.

[chasingm00n]

Let's go chickens!

Episode 6 | THE FIERY PRIEST 2 (2024) dir. Park Bo-ram

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Very interesting mansion has the shiniest wood I've ever seen. 1992 home in Rock Island, IL has 5bds, 10ba and they're asking $1.995M.

The grand entrance. Doesn't the stairway have an unusual shape?

The entrance leads directly to the combination living/dining room. Note the mural on the 2nd level, the marble floor and ornate fireplace.

The huge kitchen is simply black & white with a tray ceiling.

The everyday dining space has access to a terrace and a family room is nearby.

Typically open concept family room and kitchen combo has a fireplace and TV visible from the kitchen table.

Lovely sun room. I like the checkered floor and the sunken area for the plant.

Very sophisticated decor in the guest powder room. Have you ever seen a toilet like that?

Every mansion has a wealthy owner who needs a huge home office with rich wood paneling, shelving, and a coffered ceiling.

In the hall is a shrine. If you don't need a shrine, it would be a good place for a fabulous statue or large piece of art.

Who doesn't need a wet bar as soon as you enter the primary bedroom?

Take your drink and sit by the fire, or go out on the terrace.

The sleeping area. The only thing I like is the way the picture frames slant to match the headboard.

The luxurious en-suite.

Huge walk-in closet/dressing room.

The other bedrooms are also huge. This is nice, it has a sitting area and the bed faces a modern fireplace.

The way to the porch. And, it's some porch.

Back inside there's an elaborate entrance from which you can go to the bar.

It's like a small room.

Look at the fireplace in here- that shiny wood.

Quite a large lounge.

There's also a full kitchen.

Combined home gym and game room.

Ridiculously pure white garage.

4.36 Acre lot with park-like landscaping.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2-Hickory-Ct-Rock-Island-IL-61201/5189720_zpid/?

[maseyfilms]

WILDEST DREAMS — C.L16

summary. based on wildest dreams by taylor swift

pairing. charles leclerc x female!reader

w.count. 5.0k+

warnings. bad english; not proofread; fluff; angsty if you squint; cursing

a/n. this took me so long to finish, im not even kidding when i say i spend two or three months doing it (or even more). anyway, hope you like it !

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

september 2019; Italy, Monza

sunday- race day

'he won in spa, he wins in monza!

Charles Leclerc is the winner of the 2019 italian grand prix!'

You were stunned, or surprised, actually the feeling was confusing for you. You were so happy and so proud of a person you met less than one week ago. About a sport you have never watched in your life.

Maybe it was the vibe. The crowd of red caps and red ferrari flags. Smokes of the italian flag colors making the view even more enchanting.

'Il predestinato!' they screamed. Even with your horrible italian you managed to understand what they were saying.

They were screaming about Charles, your Charles.

You were smilling widely even not knowing anything was going on around you, just that Charles won the race, your first race, the one he begged you to be there. The thought made your heart beat a little bit faster.

You heard a notification sound coming from your phone as soon as you were out of the paddock, heading to the parking lot, it was a message from Charles saying to meet him at his room when you arrived at the hotel.

A few minutes later the door from his bedroom opened revealing a very happy Charles, no longer in the well-known Ferrari suit, now dressed in simple black denim shorts and a tight white t-shirt, sweaty skin mixed with the champagne from de celebration. You would cringe at the view and probably would think it was disgusting if wasn't Charles.

‘Hey, il predestinato’ You joked and and gestured for him to seat by your side on the edge of the bed.

'How do you know about that?" he asked knitting his eyebrows together, dragging himself towards the bed and talking a seat beside you.

‘The people were saying it there' you smiled widely and glanced at the window, 'can't believe you actually won the first race I watched’.

‘How do you feel about it? don’t know, maybe you win every race and I’m just being stupid’ he chuckled.

‘I don’t, but I feel happy though, mainly 'cause you were watching.’ He smiled, red into his cheeks as he admitted, the same red appearing to your own at his words.

'and… I was thinking maybe since I won I could take you out?’ he asked, biting his lip to contain the huge grin that was trying to break out.

‘I would like that Mr.Leclerc’ You said getting up from the bed. ‘I’ll just get my stuff’ and you leave a small peck on his cheeks.

‘So where we’re going?’ You questioned and turn your head towards Charles who was focused on the steering wheel and the street.

‘I’m not telling you, I said it was a surprise!’ He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

‘Here we are’ He parked the car in front of an empty beach. The sun was setting so the sea looked more gorgeous than normal, the sunlight meeting with the water giving a beautiful sight.

‘It’s wonderful, Charles’ You said as you both walk towards the sand.

‘You like it?’ He asked and you guys sat on the sand, you rested your head on his shoulder, admiring the handsome view in front of you.

‘I love it, really’ You turn to look into his eyes and leaned, joining your lips on his for a soft kiss, the two smiling like idiots and when you separate, your smile grows even wider as you murmured a small ‘Thanks for bringing me here.’ against his lips.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

september 2019; Italy, Monza

some days before the race

‘Can you hold the door for me?!’ Charles heard as soon as he enters the hotel elevator, quickly putting his arm between the door so it doesn't close. A woman holding lots of bags, some with strange shapes, enters the elevator. ‘Thank you’ She smiles.

‘What floor are you going to?’ Charles asks, seeing she was too busy holding all the bags in her arms to remember - or manage - to press the button for the floors. She answers and he gets surprised since is the same floor he’s staying. ‘So what’s all that stuff for?’ He tries to bring up the subject.

‘Oh it’s work stuff, I'm a photographer’ You kindly smile at him.

‘That’s nice! Do you always come here to take photos?’ His cute french accent made you softly laugh and look down your feet.

‘Every year I come here to Monza to take some pictures, it is a very beautiful place, especially at this time of the year’ You glance at the set of elevator buttons and realize that he has only pressed your floor number, concluding that his room is on the same floor as yours, for some reason you smiled at that and changed your focus to his face. His green eyes already looking at you and his handsome face made you lower your head again to hide the red that would probably appear in your cheeks, thing that didn’t go unnoticed by Charles.

‘I’m Charles, by the way’ He introduced himself, smirking a little.

‘Y/n’ And shy smile formed on your lips as you responded.

The elevator arrives at your floor and you say goodbye to each other, taking different ways to your rooms.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

september 2019; Italy, Monza

some days before the race

You're not the type of person to fall in love in first sight, or feel some type of connection with someone in less than one month. Coming from some traumatic relationships you had some problem with trusting people. With Charles there was something weird, it was different.

‘So, you never told me why you’re here’ You turn to face him, frown on your face.

You were sitting on the edge of a deck, it was a warm, starry evening. You met after dinner and decided to go for a walk around the town.

‘Work things’ He answered. Looking down at his swaying feet almost touching the water then looking at you.

‘What do you work with?’ You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and smile at him.

‘I’m a formula one driver.’ He starts, ‘It’s racing weekend’

‘Oh, that’s awesome!’ You added, ‘My dad never missed a race when I was a kid, but I never watched one.’

‘Really?’ You confirmed nodding your head and laughed at his surprised face.

‘What? Don’t look at me like that!’ You complied at his mocking face. ‘I’m not the only person in the world who never had watched a formula one race, don’t judge me.’

‘You should go watch this one then, see me winning, you know, everything has it's first time’ Charles invited with a smirk.

‘Oh so you’re that good you’re already presuming you’ll win?’ You teased back. ‘Well, so you better be right, I don’t wanna be disappointed’ You joked while fixing the strap of the blue summer dress that hugged your body.

‘You won’t’

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

september 2020; Italy, Monza

race week

A year has passed since you and Charles saw each other for the last time and he misses you.

It was Monza GP week and – unfortunately – Charles was having dinner with an italian friend of Pierre. The french driver said he should choose between call you and say he misses you or forget you and meet someone new, the first option was nothing a sober Charles would choose to do so he chose to - at least try - meet someone new.

The 'meet someone new' mission was being a total failure, even with a nice girl in front of him he couldn't stop thinking about you. He felt guilty about it, but he couldn't help it when the girl only talked about herself, and he was thinking of how you always made sure of not being the center of the conversation.

The girl was nothing like you, not that it was a problem, but for him it was. She was nice, pretty, but not as pretty as you, kind, but not the same kindness as you. And the falseness in her laughing just made it even worse for him .

He was thinking of your laugh and how he missed it, the thoughts sinking in so deep he could have sworn he heard your laughter coming from somewhere in that fancy restaurant.

Lifting his gaze from his plate to where the laughter had come from, he realized that he wasn't going mad and that he actually heard you laughing.

He was breathless to see how you looked, prettier than you were a year ago when he met you if that was even possible. Something about you was different, maybe your hair was short, you looked more mature, your hair pendent up in a way you never did before, but there was still Y/N, but not his Y/N anymore.

You were playing with some children beside you, your eyes were almost sparkling, vibrant smile and oh, the prettiest red lips he had ever seen in his life. The sight made his heart clench and he smiled for the first time that night.

The girl sitting across from him noticed and dramatically turned her head to see what it was he was looking at. When she saw you, in disbelief she got up from her chair and stormed off shouting something in italian about if he didn't want to have dinner with her, he should have told her before she spent two hours getting ready, nothing he would have paid attention to, because the girl's volume had drawn attention from the entire restaurant, including you and the people at your table.

When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him.

You got caught off guard when you saw him, not because of the girl's behavior, but because you were seeing him after so long. You sent him a shy grin and a silent 'hey', to which he responded with a wave of his hand and a embarrassed smile before paying the bill and following the girl for apologises.

When he was out of the restaurant he looked back at you through the window. You were laughing, as always, while sipping your wine and talking to your family. It was one of the most beautiful scenes his eyes were ever allowed to see, he saved it as a picture in his memories.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever

But this is getting good now

september 2019; Italy, Monza

sunday- race day

You came back from the beach at 9pm and you felt strange because you were making out with a person you met just some days before, and that was new, but you also felt good cause that just felt right. He felt right.

‘Mine or yours?’ You whispered trying to free yourself from his kiss, stumbling when the elevator reached your bedrooms floor and Charles wouldn't stop kissing you.

‘Yours is closer’ He mumbled against your lips, pulling you by the waist towards your room.

You manage to get the door card out of your back pocket and open the door, Charles instantly guiding you inside and slamming the door shut with his foot.

He kissed you hungrily and desperate, but also soft and loving, you had never felt something like this in all your relationships. Charles felt the same, he was kissing you like he would normally do with any other girl, but with you it was different, his body always act different around you.

The two of you hurriedly started taking off your clothes, doing your best to not break the kiss.

‘Shit!’ He trips over one of your bags on the floor, trying to grip on the wall and also hold you so you don't fall, but all that just caused you both to fall to the ground. Trying to contain it but failing miserably, you burst out laughing.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

And when we've had our very last kiss

My last request is

september 2019; Italy, Monza

week after the race

You knocked at Charles door and he opens it. Fresh of the shower, wet hair and grey sweat pants, after shave lotion and some expensive french perfume.

He was leaving, you could see how the room was already cleaned and organised. His bags were already packed near the door and he was totally avoiding looking at your face.

‘Are you already going?’ You almost whisper as you notice the bags and the bedside tables empty.

‘Uhm, yes’ He rubs the side of his neck, looking at you for a second, but now you're the one who's avoiding his face. ‘My flight is in one hour'

The silence that fills the room is awkward, neither of you knowing what to say or what to do. You wanted to run into him and kiss him goodbye strongly, hold him into your arms so tight that he would feel you'll never let him go. You wanted to tell him how this past two weeks meant to you and that you loved him.

You opened your mouth but nothing come out from it, you knew that was the last time you were going to see each other.

Charles didn't know what to do either. So he just pull his bags out of the room, looked at you at you for some embarrassing 15 seconds, and hugged you.

But it wasn't the kind of hug he usually had, the warm and comfortable hug you used to woke up with when he slept in your room, but rather, a strange and unnatural hug. And he kissed you forehead

You were fighting back the tears but they couldn't help it and started rolling down your cheeks, Charles quickly cupped both sides of your face and wiped the tears away with his thumb.

‘I’ll miss you, Charles.’ You confessed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and looking anywhere but at him.

‘I’ll miss you too, mon amour’ He leaned pecking your lips. Wet kiss from the tears rolling down your cheeks. Charles wanted to slap himself just for the thought of he being the one that made you cry, but there's nothing he could do, he had to leave.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha)

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

may 2021; Monaco, Monte Carlo

When your friend invited you to this party on a uselessly expensive yacht, you made it clear you didn't want to go. But your friend was stubborn and she couldn't stop talking about this stupid party and how amazing it would be, so you given up and put yourself in a tight dress and high heels.

You despised drunk people when you were sober, and rich drunk people were even more despiseble. You hated how they kept bragging themselves about their millionaire mansions or how they kept competing about who has more boats or fancy cars.

No doubt the party was not hitting for you. You had two drinks and the ice on the one you were holding had melted at some good minutes ago, still untouched. Tipsy, but not drunk, you saw your friend dancing with some random dude at the dancefloor, hopefully that she was going to leave when the music was over.

Unsurprisingly, another annoying electronic song starts and your friend doesn't seem to be willing to head home. The yacht was already back to the marina, so you decided to leave the boat and wait for your friend away from the crowd.

You looked back at your friend as you stepped out into the cool night air, glad to be away from the thumping bass of the party yacht.

As you walked down the steps to the deck, you felt a jolt as you bumped into someone, causing you both to stumble.

"Sorry," you muttered, looking up to see who you had knocked into. And you're met with that familiar face, his gaze directly at you.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Time seemed to stand still as you took in the sight of each other. His hair was still as messy as ever, his eyes still the same shade of green blue-ish that made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi," Charled said, breaking the silence. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has" you nodded, feeling an awkward smile creeping onto your face. "How have you been?"

"Good" He shrugged, eyes flickering through your face. "you?"

"i'm great" you said, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at him.

"Uhm, what are you doing out here? do you need something?"

"I came with my friend and," You start, pointing back to the yacht. "I just needed some air, party's a bit overwhelming"

He nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. I was thinking of leaving, actually."

"Same. My feet hurt from these heels."

"Do you want a ride?" The monaguesque kindly offers, noticing your friend probably wouldn't go home soon. "I could drop you off home if you want to"

"Ah, you don't need to" you shrugged, chuckling nervously and fidgeting with the end of your dress. "I'm sure me and my friend will be home soon, and i don't want to get in your way I-"

"No, it's okay, really" Charles interrupted "I wouldn't mind at all"

You hesitated, but nodded. You knew this ride home would be embarrassing but you needed to be home as quick as possible.

The drive was silent, neither of you knowing what to say or do. He tried to make small talk, asking you about your life and work, but it just ended on it.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, breaking the silence as you arrived at your hotel's driveway.

"Of course," he replied, "It was no problem."

You made your way to leave the car, but then you stopped when his hand found your wrist.

"Wait," he said, your confused face bringing him the regret of his previous actions "it was nice seeing you again"

You smiled at his words, leaning to leave a soft peck on his cheeks. And with that you got out the vehicle, walking towards the hotel entrance, looking back at him one more time, then disappearing from his sight.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

september 2021; Italy, Monza

saturday night

Charles was laying on his hotel bed, his head spinning from all the whiskey he had consumed that night. Finished in P1 and Carlos in P3 in quali, the team decided to celebrate, and let's say Charles crossed the line with the alcohol.

He stared blankly at the white ceiling and tried to shake off the memories that had plagued him for the last hour. But one memory held onto him fiercely.

His mind drifted to you, the woman he loved with all his heart. The woman who had once filled his life with laughter and joy, all in just one week, seemed so far away now. It had been two years since you last saw each other, and the pain of that loss still ached him. He knew he fucked up when he leaved, but it was something he had to do.

Picking up his phone at the nightstand, he stared at it, scrolling through the list of contacts then finding your name on it. He looks at your picture for a moment, reminding of all of your moments together. Pictures of your smiles and giggles haunting his thoughts.

The pain of missing you was too much, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. He missed it, your laugh, your touch. He just couldn't imagine how much of a idiot to let you slip through his fingers so easily.

Before he knew it, he was dialing your number, hoping that you would pick up, but it went straight to voicemail.

Feeling defeated, he left a message, 'Hey, it's Char. I know it's been a long time, and I know I probably shouldn't be calling, but I can't help it. I still love you, and I miss you so much it hurts. I just wanted you to know that.'

He paused, trying to breathe through his tears before he continued, 'I know I messed up. I was an idiot when i leave you, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please come to the race tomorrow. It's here in Monza, I don't know if you're here but still, I'm sorry Y/N. Love you'

He ended the voicemail, knowing that it probably wouldn't make any difference, but he had to try. He couldn't go on without at least asking for another chance.

As the sleepiness spreads through his body, he held on to the hope that you would come to the race and give him a second chance to make things right.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend

september 2021; Italy, Monza

sunday- the race

As Charles walked around the paddock, amongst the bustling crowd of mechanics, engineers, and journalists, he couldn't help but glance around, hoping to see you somewhere. He new he shouldn't have called you the previous night, and he was hopeless you'd even heard his voicemail.

With each passing minute, he grew more anxious, convinced that he wouldn't see you anywhere. That was until he caught a glimpse of a woman from the corner of his eye. Her silhouette looked so much like yours, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that you might actually be there for him.

He turned around, eager to look at the woman that he had missed so much, but when she turned around, it wasn't you.

His heart sank, and he felt his hopes crumble before him.

The race that he had been preparing for seemed unimportant compared to the pain he felt in that moment. He tried to focus on the race, but his thoughts were tangled with you.

He prayed you would be in the stands watching him race, cheering him on.

However, as the race approached, he knew deep down that you were not going to be there.

He focused entirely on the race, pouring all his emotions and energy into it, hoping he would forget about all of this.

With each lap, he pushed himself further and further, driven by the desire to succeed.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend, in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

In your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Even if it's just stayed in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

In your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

september 2021; Italy, Monza

sunday- the race

He finished the line on P4. After all his hard work. He was so mad of himself.

Since the race started he was being so rude with people around him, that wasn't him, he used to be so kind and grateful whenever he wins or not, whatever his results were.

But today he was nervous.

Nervous because there was a chance for you to be there, in the same place as him, watching him race so badly like he did today.

But also nervous because he had the thought the you didn't even heard his voice mail, or wasn't there because you hated him.

He left sad of his car though, doing what he was supposed to do as fast as possible so he could get out of there as soon as possible.

He was heading to his trailer when he heard a familiar voice shouting his name.

'Charles!'

At first he thought he was going crazy, just like some hours ago when he saw that woman. But then he turned. And there was you.

Running towards him with a wide smile stamped at your lips. The yellow flowery summer dress that hugged your body flying with the wind, just like you hair.

He was speechless and you were stunning.

'Hey' You greeted, breathy voice and heavy breath. 'I'm sor- I was going to talk to you before the race but i arrived here a little late and-'

'That's fine.' Charles interrupted you shyly, not knowing what to say next.

'You did so good down there! Congratulations!' You smiled kindly and looked around you 'Well, uhm, i just wanted to say hi, don't know if i can be here' You chuckled.

You both were embarrassed, two years after you both talked seriously and some months since day night in the party. You just didn't know what to do or say, so you give him an awful wave of your hand and a softly 'bye-bye', then started to walk away, leaving charles even more speechless than he was previously.

But then your thoughts stopped you on track and you turn to ask him:

'Char, you were serious about what you said when you called me last night?'

It was like a splash of cold water for him, a snap of fingers in front of his face for him to finally come back to reality. Not only the nickname had taken him by surprise but also the question really made him remember the stupidity he did; he called you last night. He drunkly called you last night. He didn't remember all the things he had told you, but he knows that when he gets drunk he just can't stop himself and say all what he was thinking of. That worried him.

'I-I don't know, I was... drunk' He said, gulping and pulling his fingers through his hair. Then he looked at you.

You were confused, so as him, but you had a frown on your face like you were trying to avoid crying or something, and he felt bad.

'Because, if you didn't meant that, I...' You sadly spoke, looking at his eyes and breathing strongly.

'I can't take it' You started, 'It's always the same, you left me that day and then one year after i saw you in that restaurant with- with that blonde girl and...' you interrupted yourself as tears started rolling down your cheeks. 'and that fucking hurt me when i get to the hotel that day because i thought i got over you and now i know i don't'

'we always ended up meeting eachother, and there's always these awkward and strange conversations and i always thought we will figure something out about this but then i have to leave, or you have to'

'And then you suddenly call me, telling you love me and shit, that you can't stop thinking about me, and i feel good because i feel the fucking same' You wiped your tears and looked at him directly at his eyes. 'and then you invite me to this stupid race and you say nothing? after that bomb you dropped at the voicemail?'

'I-I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't know-' He starts but you interrupted him.

'Please, don't ' you sigh, 'I don't even know why i'm here' and you leave.

Charles is speachless and frozen in his place. Spacing out while he sees you leaving, once again, just like all the other times you met each other.

It's like a switch turning on his thoughts. He can't let you go again, not after all he passed through. He can't let the person who's been in his mind the last two years leave him miserable again. He have to do something, and he have to be quick.

And then he's running, faster then he's capable of since you're really far away. but he catches you, and his hand founds your wrist. You were completely unaware of his presence until you felt his touch, and before you can even turn around your mouths are joined together.

Lips to lips, he's worried when you don't correspond his kiss, but your mind was on a delay as you tried to process all the information.

Your hands run along his chest covered up with the red ferrari shirt when you kiss him back. His arms are wrapped around your figure and he groaned between your lips, deepening the kiss and smiling when your grip on his chest rise up to his neck.

You want to kill mother nature and the human body, but breathing became important as the two of you got out of air, so you pulled away.

'Please stay this time' You can see an only tear drop running down his cheeks as he sobbed, your hand flew to hold his face and wipe it as you gave him a week smile. 'I swear I won't leave anymore'

Pecking his lips once again, you've got a shy smile out of his lips. 'You better be right, I don't wanna be disappointed' You quote the very same thing you said two years before.

'You won't '

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The week passed in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation for Yn. Thoughts of the upcoming weekend with Joris filled her mind, and she couldn't help but steal glances at her phone, eagerly awaiting his message. The day finally arrived, and Yn found herself nervously preparing for their rendezvous.

Joris, equally anxious and excited, arrived at Yn's house with a small bouquet of flowers. The doorbell rang, and Yn opened the door to find Joris standing there, a shy smile on his face.

"Pour toi," Joris said, presenting the flowers to Yn. (For you)

Yn's eyes lit up, and she graciously accepted the gift. "C'est magnifique, Joris. Merci!" (It's beautiful, Joris. Thank you!)

As they embarked on their weekend adventure, Yn and Joris explored the beautiful streets of Monte Carlo, sharing laughter and getting to know each other better. The shyness that initially lingered between them began to fade, replaced by a comfortable companionship. Joris had suggested a simple yet charming picnic in a nearby park, and Yn, dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, met him with a smile.

"Tu aimes la musique?" Joris asked, attempting to keep the conversation flowing. (Do you like music?)

"Oui, j'adore la musique," Yn responded, her eyes lighting up. (Yes, I love music)

They stumbled upon a street performer playing a melodic tune on his guitar. Yn and Joris found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the music, their shoulders brushing against each other.

"Ça te plaît?" Joris asked, stealing a glance at Yn. (Do you like it?)

"Oui, c'est magnifique," Yn replied, her heart fluttering as she caught his gaze. (Yes, it's beautiful)

The picnic blanket was spread under the shade of a large oak tree, and as they enjoyed the homemade sandwiches and snacks, Yn couldn't help but feel a connection growing between them. The ease with which they talked, the shared laughter, and the occasional shy glances all contributed to an atmosphere that felt special.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. Joris, feeling a surge of courage, turned to Yn.

Joris, looking both nervous and determined, took a deep breath. "Yn, euh… il y a quelque chose que je voulais te dire." (Yn, um… there's something I wanted to tell you.)

Yn turned towards him, her curiosity piqued. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" she asked, smiling. (What is it?)

"Yn, il y a quelque chose que je veux te dire," Joris began, his voice tinged with a mix of shyness and sincerity. (Yn, there's something I want to tell you)

Yn turned towards him, her eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" she asked, genuinely curious. (What is it?)

"Euh, je… je t'aime bien, Yn. Plus que comme une amie," Joris confessed, his cheeks flushing with vulnerability. (Um, I… I really like you, Yn. More than as a friend)

Yn's eyes widened in surprise, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Joris, je… je ne m'attendais pas à ça," she admitted, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions. (Joris, I… I didn't expect this)

Joris looked down, nervously fidgeting. "Je comprends si tu ne ressens pas la même chose. C'est juste que je voulais te le dire." (I understand if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to tell you)

Yn's heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words sank in. She looked into his eyes, a mixture of surprise and warmth reflected in her gaze. Y/N's heart raced, and a warm blush spread across her cheeks. She looked down at her plate for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "Joris, I feel the same way. I like you too"

A smile broke across Joris's face, a mix of relief and joy. "You do?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for confirmation

Y/N nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Joris. I really do"

Joris, summoning the courage he had gathered throughout the day, stammered, "Yn, euh, est-ce que tu voudrais bien être ma petite amie?" (Yn, um, would you like to be my girlfriend?)

Yn's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and joy. "Oui, Joris. Ça serait génial." (Yes, Joris. That would be great.)

The shy boy's face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. They shared a quiet moment, savoring the sweetness of the confession and the promise of something new.

As the weight of their confessions hung in the air, an electric tension enveloped them. Joris reached across the table, gently cupping Y/N's cheek with his hand. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Unable to contain their feelings any longer, Joris leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with his own. The world around them faded away as they shared a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a moment they had both been waiting for, a culmination of unspoken emotions.

When they finally pulled away, both were left breathless and wide-eyed. A shared bashful smile passed between them as the realization of what had just transpired set in

"Wow," Joris whispered, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue "That was… amazing"

Y/N chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it was"

Realizing the evening had slipped away, Joris looked at his watch and furrowed his brow. "It's getting late, Yn. I should walk you home, just to make sure nothing happens"

Yn chuckled, appreciating his concern. "That would be nice, Joris"

Hand in hand, they strolled out of the park, the city lights of Monaco beginning to twinkle in the distance. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the gentle murmur of their laughter, marking the beginning of a beautiful chapter in their young lives.

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