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starniolosposts · 7 months ago

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invite (1)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: shy/unpopular reader, confident/frat boy chris (but he’s still sweet), chris defends you 🤩, pretty long and will have a part two which is the final part

notes: SMUT IS IN THE NEXT PART (you could just read the next part for the smut but this one has all the tension leading up to it hehe;) )

not proofread/edited

“hey.”

you practically jump out of your seat from the voice in front of you, interrupting your study time in the silent library. you shrink into yourself in embarrassment at your reaction, and are even more mortified when its chris sturniolo standing in front of you.

chris grins and leans over the table, hair falling into his face as he scans the study page your on. “seems hard. whats your major again?”

you gulp, throat suddenly turning dry. you don’t answer, honestly kind of scared of saying the wrong or humiliating thing to the one boy you’ve been admiring from afar since college started.

he tilts his head and locks eyes with you, “so you don’t really speak, do you? i’ve never heard you talk before.” he observes, and you bit your lip.

“…i do talk.” you finally manage to say, avoiding anymore eye contact.

chris chuckles before pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down.

your heart rate picks up and you pray that he wont be staying for long. not because of him, but because then you have less of a chance of embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“so, whats your major?” he asks again, and he actually seems interested.

“oh, its animal science. i also minor in biology.” you whisper, seeing the librarian glance over at you both. chris obviously doesn’t care if he’s loud, since he responds with his normal volume.

“oh shit, so you’re smart smart.”

you blush and shrug, tapping your pencil on your notebook. “not really.”

chris smirks. “how humble of you. anyway, i have another question. what are you doing this saturday?”

your eyes widen as you glance up at him, stomach tingling with butterflies. why did that sound like he was asking you out? you bit the inside of your cheek in thought. you should study for an upcoming exam… you shake your head, “i don’t have anything on saturday.”

“perfect. i have a frat party that starts at 7 pm, but show up whenever you want.” chris exclaims, seemingly very pleased as he leans back in his chair.

you blink and then feel a sense of dread in your stomach instead of butterflies. “oh—uhm… i don’t really do parties.” you sheepishly mutter. what you didn’t want to admit was how you have never even gone to a party, nor have been invited to one.

chris smiles charmingly as he looks at you, and you feel so exposed and flustered. “i can tell. its alright if you don’t want to go, i just thought it’d invite you. you seem to study to much, your big brain needs a break.” he taps your study book as he tries to act unbothered.

you think for a moment, then blush blossoms your cheeks. “if i go, uhm, will i be able to stick by you then? i know i won’t really know anyone there.”

chris stares at you with an unreadable expression, his jaw squared and his eyes gleam. he finally nods. “of course. you can follow me around.”

you sigh through your nose and nod, the nerves already flowing through you. “okay.”

“you’ll go?”

“yeah, i think.”

saturday comes faster than normal, the anticipation of the frat party buzzing through you, and it even floats around the lectures you have. apparently a lot of people were going and it was going to be a huge party, everyone was looking forward to it.

while people were excited, you were kind of dreading it. what if chris abandons you and you’re left alone in a group of strangers? what if you trip and face-plant and everyone laughs at you? you shake your head, knowing you were overthinking.

you take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. this is the most you’ve ever dressed up, and you thought you looked okay. you wore a short, sparkly, black dress and your hair was curly down your back. no one had ever seen you with your hair down, so this was a big step. in the back of your mind you knew you were just trying to capture chris’ attention at least a little bit.

gathering up the courage, you grab your phone and make your way across campus and to the frat house. you can hear the music from a mile away and the flashing lights are prominent the more you get closer.

you glance at the time on your phone, 8 pm. you thought it was weird to show up exactly when the party started at 7, so you waited around for a while.

you tried not to think about how skin tight your dress was, or how short it was, or how your makeup looked. you pushed down your anxiety and tried to convince yourself you would have a good night. you walked inside, wincing slightly as the music was now clear and blaring in your ears.

your number one objective was to find chris, and fast. you looked around swiftly, dodging drunk people and catty girls side-eyeing you.

“y/n!”

you spun around and nervously wrung your wrists behind you, staring at chris as he walked up to you. “hi.”

chris’ jaw clenched as his eyes darted all over you. your hair, your face, your body. he blinked, wondering how you were the same person at the library a couple days ago. “you look great.” he finally says.

you smile shyly and look at his outfit. he wears baggy camo pants with a black long sleeve, a chain, and doesn’t wear his signature hat, so his hair is out and fluffy. he looks handsome as always, but you cant say that. “you too.” you meek out.

“i thought you skipped out, i was worried i would have to go to your dorm and drag you here.” he jokes and smiles, gesturing you to follow him.

you laugh softly and nod, following him into the kitchen with less people and muffled music. he grabs two red solo cups and fills both of them with something. he hands you one, then takes a sip of his.

you look at the contents inside the cup suspiciously, hesitate to try it.

chris looks down at you staring into your cup and chuckles. “don’t worry, i figured you don’t drink so its just lemonade.” he reassured, and you sigh in relief as you sip on it.

“thank you.”

“mhm. what made you agree to come?” chris asks suddenly, leaning against the counter, arms crossed with his cup still in his hand.

you gulp nervously, flustered as you stare at him. “can i be honest?” you ask, doing the same thing as him beside him.

he grins down at you and nods, “yeah.”

you fidget with your cup. “i’ve never been to a party, or invited to one. so when you asked i was nervous, but knowing i had you i was okay.” you blurt out, and you mentally slap yourself for saying so much.

chris is silent for a moment, and you want to run away and go back to your dorm, but then he nudges your shoulder with his elbow.

you look up at him and he smiles warmly. “hey, now that we talked and you came to my party, we’re best friends now. no need to be nervous when i’m here.”

you both stare at each other, and you swore he was leaning closer and glancing at your lips. unfortunately, a voice spoke up.

“chris, i love this party! beer pong was so much fun!” a girl strides in, b-lining straight towards him. she then looks at you weirdly, glancing at how close you were standing next to him.

chris nods at her and looks a little irritated, “good, it’s supposed to be fun.”

you awkwardly look down at your aching feet as they continue talking, this was your first time wearing heals for a long period of time.

the girl glances at you and then looks at chris with a look. “so, who’s she?” she asks as if your not there and she can ask you.

chris sighs and puts an arm around your back and his hand on your arm, making your eyes widen as heat filled you and goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. his hands are rough, but they are gentle with you. “this is y/n l/n, shes in our biology lecture. i convinced her to come.” your face feels hot as he says your full name, did you ever even tell him your last name? how did he know?

the girl hums and looks at you with a confused expression, “oh, i don’t remember ever seeing her. anywhere. but alright, i’m tory.” she smiles concededly. you try and smile back and nod at her in acknowledgment, “nice to meet you, tory. i like your dress.” you say. socializing and making friends is a little difficult for you, but you try your hardest. it didn’t seem to work as she looks you up and down and doesn’t say anything.

chris clears his throat and recognizes the tense situation and dislike from tory towards you, “tory, maybe we could ease off of her, yeah?” his eyes narrow at her, and you see his hand gripping onto his cup harder. you feel embarrassed, but at the same time you feel grateful and appreciated by chris, and its nice.

tory stares at chris in shock before scoffing under her breath, “whatever.” she walks away after that, going into the living room where the party is at.

chris finally takes his hand off of your arm, and you both don’t realize it but you think the same thing.

i miss his touch.

i miss touching her.

“…thanks for that.” you mutter, swirling your lemonade in your cup. chris nods and glares in the direction that tory walked off in. “i never liked her.” he explains, “in high school she dated my brother, matt. totally broke his heart and was so mentally draining towards everyone.”

you furrow your brows and frown, now wishing you weren’t nice to her in the first place. “i’m sorry.”

chris shakes his head and smirks down at you, making you slightly flush. “oh, don’t you worry. we got her back. pranked her for years on end and held blackmail against her.”

your eyes widen and then you laugh, an actual belly laugh. chris stares at you and then starts laughing as well. its just easy when it comes to you.

“its so bad, but i love it.” you giggle, then you ask, “you have a brother? does he go here?”

chris is ecstatic and proud, since he can tell your coming out of your shell around him. he likes it… he likes you. “kind of, i’m a triplet. both of them chose different colleges though.”

you tilt your head in shock, “really? thats so cool, are you all identical?”

his heart skips a beat at the sparkle in your eye and the curiosity in your voice. “sure are. they look exactly like me, but we all have our differences.”

you nod, “i understand.”

suddenly a guy shouts into the kitchen, “hey chris! come play a game with us!”

chris looks at you, and you shrug even if your freaking out inside. you liked hanging out and talking with chris, but with a huge group of people? not your thing.

chris scrutinizes you and states, “you don’t want to, i can tell.”

you silently nod but then shrug again, “i’m fine with playing, only if its with you though.” you look away from him to hide your blush.

he grins and nods before pushing off of the counter, setting his cup down. you do the same and closely follow behind him into the living room. the music is low now, and a group of people are in a circle on the ground or sitting in chairs/couches.

chris dabs people up and nods in acknowledgment at others, and you feel like everyone is staring at you as you follow him like a lost puppy. no one says hi to you.

you sit down next to chris on a loveseat, scooting down your dress uncomfortably. chris notices and swiftly gets up, goes to the front door, grabs his jacket off the hook, and then walks back over. you look at him confused until he laid his jacket over your legs and sat back down like he didn’t just do the nicest thing ever for you.

you feel your heart pumping fast and your veins turn hot. the little gesture made your thighs clench underneath the jacket that smelled like his cologne. glancing over at chris, it only makes you more aware of your attraction towards him. his arm is over the back of the loveseat, his legs spread slightly open as he leans back comfortably.

you feel dirty and flustered thinking about him like this, then snap out of it when someone speaks up from the group.

“alright, lets play the classic truth or dare.” a guy grins. everyone agrees and they start going around in a circle, asking random people. some of them do dares, but they aren’t regular dares, they are sexual. there was a three way kiss, stripping, and licking whip cream off of someones stomach.

your lower stomach only got hotter, the undeniable ache between your legs getting stronger. your mind always went back to chris for some reason, wondering what kissing him felt like, or how his tongue would feel licking whip cream off your skin. you shift, and your thankful for the jacket covering your legs since it blocked the view of your thighs clenching.

chris notices though . he always notices the little things about you. believe or not, he had been admiring you from afar as well. he couldn’t help it, he was drawn to you, the quiet girl in the back of the class. whenever he was in lecture, his eyes would drift to you and observe. he knows you bite your lip when your nervous or thinking, and he knows your leg bounces when your anxious. he knows that you secretly laugh at his jokes behind your hand and that you feed the stray cat that roams around campus. yeah, it was safe to say he liked you a lot, and he notices you.

“the girl beside chris.”

your head snaps up and you gulp nervously. its a blonde guy that smirks at you. “y-yeah?”

“truth or dare?”

“uhm, truth?” you say, but its more like a question. you really prayed it wasn’t anything embarrassing.

he thinks for a moment. “whats the worst thing that has happened to you during sex.”

chris clenched his jaw at the thought of you having sex with someone. its a weird thought, thinking of you with someone else other than himself.

your face immediately is red as you look down at chris’ jacket. you pick at the thread on it and clear your throat. “u-uhm… thats a little personal?”

“come on, don’t be a buzzkill!”

chris glared at the guy, “cut it out, clayton. if she doesn’t feel comfortable saying then don’t pressure her.” he glowers slightly, making clayton raise his eyebrows.

“its truth or dare, man. no outs. she has to answer.”

chris furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth, but you cut him off. “i’ve never had sex, so i can’t answer.” your eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment as you grip onto the jacket for comfort. everyone goes silent and you think this is the moment you want the ground to swallow you whole.

chris blinks at you with wide eyes then his jaw is set and his eyes turn dark. his pants are starting to get tighter than before and his hand clutches onto the back of the loveseat. “fuck.” he hisses out, but he made sure he was quiet.

“wait, so you’re a virgin in college? have you even had your first kiss?” tory asks, crossing her arms in amusement. she was milking your humiliation for all its worth.

you tilt your head down and dont answer, which makes her laugh slightly. “wow, so your really inexperienced. how are you even here at this party?”

“tory, stop. i’m serious. i still have those screenshots in my hard drive.” chris speaks up and threatens, looking her straight in the eyes. it makes you peak your eyes open to look over at him. he smiled reassuringly at you, and it makes you feel a lot better, and a lot more needy.

“…lets just move on.” a random girl says, chuckling nervously.

the game continues, and chris lowers his voice to speak to you with no one listening. “are you okay? im sorry that was pressured out of you, ill kill clayton.”

you shake your head, “its fine.” you whisper.

“no, its not. especially with what tory said.” he grunts out then sighs. “i’m sorry.”

you hesitate, but scoot closer to him and smile gently. “its alright. thank you for defending me, not a lot of people do.” you hadn’t meant for it to come out so sad and lonely sounding.

chris bites his lip before nodding, “yeah, of course.” he breaths out.

your eyes dart to his, and you catch a glimpse of desire you had been looking for. your chest heaves slightly harder, your stomach burns, and your eyes glance to his lips.

“…follow me.” he abruptly stands and holds out his hand for you. you knew what would happen if you took his hand and followed him, but you wanted it too happen. you’ve never felt such an easy and instant connection as you have with him, so you don’t hesitate to grab his hand and leave his jacket behind.

some people stare in shock as he takes you up the stairs, but you can only stare at him.

chris quickly takes you to a bedroom and closed/locks the door behind the both of you. he backs you into the wall, hands coming up to slowly grip onto your hips. you nervously look up at him, not knowing what to say or do. you’ve never been touched like this by someone you liked, and it was building up a fire in you that burned your core. the desire for him was too much, you wanted him now.

he gazes down at you with dark eyes. “i’m so glad you came to this party.” he sighs out, his hands slithering around to rest on your lower back, sinfully close to your ass.

your breathing heavily, your hands clenching onto his biceps as you lean into his touch. “me too.” you whisper, your head tilted back onto the wall to look up at him.

it silent for a moment, letting you feel his hands travel over your dress and to your waist. "i really like you, you know?" he whispers, and for the first time you see him slightly bashful but still confident, and your stomach tingles in the best way.

your heart jumps to your throat at his confession and your legs tremble, a shaky but content smile reaches your lips, "really?"

chris nods slightly before leaning into your neck and lowly muttering into your skin, "and i really want to fuck you, too." his lips come into contact with your neck, pressing feather light kisses onto your sensitive spots. he moved closer to you, caging you against the wall.

your heavy gasps and panting mixed together, and the bedroom got hotter by the second. then, he hiked your dress up to your hips and traced his fingertips on the lace of your panties, getting closer and closer to where you were desperate for him.

you gasped and clung onto him, whimpering as his fingers lightly brushed your clothed clit, but then teasingly moved back to tracing the edge of your panties. “chris…”

“hm? what is it, baby?” chris smirked into your neck, his tone teasing and amused. he loved your needy little gasp and wanton whimpers flowing from your lips. his cock was pressing against his jeans at how sensitive you were, knowing that you were this way because he was the first to ever touch you like this.

“i’m nervous.” you murmur, shivering as hands go to your hips to softly grip them. you look up at him and bite your lip.

chris glances at your plump, wet lips and wishes he could ravish them. but then he reminds himself that he has to go slow and teach you some things. “no need to be nervous, i’m right here.” his thumbs massage right beneath your lace on your hips.

you gulp and look to the side, contemplating what you were about to do. “…are you just saying all of this so you can have sex with me?” you blurt out your insecure thoughts, and frown at the silence heavy in the air. did you ruin the mood?

“hey, look at me.” chris demands gently, hooking your chin and making you lock eyes with him. “i never say anything i don’t mean. i know we only met a couple days ago, but i’ve always noticed you.”

your face flushes even more than it already was, your hands hesitantly running up his stomach to his chest. “i noticed you too.” you whisper. he shivers at your touch and words before sighing contently, “i know, i see you staring.” he teases, chuckling as you look away in embarrassment once again.

“on a serious note, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. but if you want to continue, i wanna set a rule first.”

your eyes dart to him, searching for any sign on him lying about anything. there is none, only lust and fondness in his blue eyes as he looks at you. you nod, “alright, what is the rule?” you ask curiously, getting more bold and sliding your hands up his shoulders and around to his nape. you play with his hair slightly and see that he holds back a groan, which you save for later use.

“if you say yes, you’re mine.” his tone is serious and low, it makes your thighs clench and the burning in your stomach feelings like molten. “no dating, fucking, or seeing other guys. we would be exclusively only seeing each other, i don’t just do random hookups on a saturday night.”

you softly smile and nod, “me neither, obviously.” you mutter with slight embarrassment. he laughs and grins at you, “so, do you want to continue, baby?” he asks teasingly, leaning down closer to your lips.

you lick your lips and nod shyly, “yeah. i really do.”

chris hums and one of his rough hands travels to the top of your panties. his fingertips dip into the fabric, trailing across your lower stomach slowly. his eyes stare into yours, savoring your reactions and small noises.

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

holy fuck.

to be continued with actual smut… sorry its so long! i cant help but like the tension leading up to it

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chlerc · 8 months ago

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back in barcelona ; joão félix

— summary; catching her in the stands while he’s playing for barcelona is certainly not the way he thought he’d ever see her again.

pairing — joao felix x old-friends-actress!f. reader ( third person story )

social media au + 1085.

content — old friends, she studied in joao’s school but moved back to barcelona and they were only mutuals on instagram but never talked. joao pinned over her.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: back in chicago trend but make it back in barcelona cause you can never take the man out of the barcelona girl!!!

song rec for this fic — end of beginning!!

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IT COULD HAVE BEEN the lack of sleep catching up on him from yesterday but he swore he wasn’t seeing things. Amidst the sea of faces in the crowd, his gaze kept drifting to a familiar figure seated near the team’s bench where he stood nearby taking a quick gulp of water.

There she was, with her eyes the colour of earth kissed by spring rains, the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colours of a new season. Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. Those strands that he was too familiar with, staring at the back of her head back in the days whilst she sat in front of him in classes.

She was a constant presence in his thoughts, a captivating enigma he couldn't shake off. Her laughter echoed in his mind when the lights dimmed in his bedroom, her smile a beacon of warmth that drew him in. But here, in the midst of the pulsating stadium, João couldn't believe his eyes. Was it truly her?

Throughout the match, João’s mind oscillated between the thrill of the game and the enigmatic presence of her. His concentration wavered, his thoughts drifting to moments shared and conversations unspoken. With each passing minute, the field seemed to blur, his focus slipping away like sand through his fingers.

But duty called and he pushed aside the distractions, channeling his energy into the game, his every touch eliciting roars of approval from the crowd for those seventy three minutes he played. He thanked his lucky stars and the coach for subbing him off early today, finding himself a seat within her distance. João’s neck awkwardly craned and turned just to catch a glimpse of her, her eyes everywhere but on him.

And when he catches her eyes before he could realise he was staring, his breathing becomes harder, the pensive look on him melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax but he just threw a thumbs up her way, acting as if everything was fine. There was something about that gaze of her he’ll never find in another woman.

As the final whistle blew and Barcelona emerged victorious, João’s heart raced with adrenaline and triumph. But amidst the celebrations, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. Should he have approached her? But it was probably her lookalike, the last he checked her Instagram, she was still on set and busy. At the end of the day, he knew deep in every nook and crevice of his heart that it was probably her and he was just lying to himself, no mistakes on recognising the girl he secretly pinned after in highschool.

There would be other matches, other moments. For now, João embraced the euphoria of victory, knowing that somewhere amidst the chaos of the stadium, she lingered, a silent specter in the tapestry of his dreams. He made a mental note of checking her Instagram later tonight and stop his brother from commenting outrageous comments about himself.

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The last time he was playing in the stadium and on the pitch was when she was here. And she literally was here after her two recent posts on her social media platform accounts. And he was right, João would never recognise the wrong woman, not when he memorised every bit and parts of her before she left Viseu.

In the velvet night, the shining light of the stadium shone upon her, illuminating each and every feature of her. João legs unable to carry himself forward, entranced by her with his match jersey in one hand and a towel in the other. There she was looking right at him, dead in his eyes whilst a small grin plastered across her face.

“You’re staring at her like you love her.” Ferran nudges him by his shoulder, a small hint of banter evident in his voice. “She’s your friend though, isn’t she?” João questions, his once agape jaw now capable of finding words to speak, arms hanging around Ferran’s shoulders as they walk towards where she was.

“Yeah but we aren’t that close like you are with her.” Ferran shrugs nonchalantly, removing João’s arm around his shoulder before patting João on the back and pushing him towards her before running into the tunnel. “Good luck, I know you can do it.” He heard the whispers of Ferran before actually processing what happened.

“Long time no see and talk, great goal today Floki.” She rubbed his shoulders, calling him by his nickname she had for him in school. She was the whole entire point of naming his own dog Floki, just to have the simplest and smallest yet memorable thing of her by his side.

His palms turned sweaty at the moment, nibbling at the lower lip of his and he swore he could hear his heart palpitating against his chest, yearning to be freed from the tightness within him. “Thanks, it’s so good to see you after all these years. You still look gorgeous.”

Her eyes curved into crescents, his favourite thing about her. “Really, you think so?” Her fingers are linked together while she fiddles with them, swaying her body a little from side to side. “I don’t think so, I am sure. Anyways, what brings you here?”

“You, I heard you have been loaned to Barcelona for the season and I thought to just drop by some matches to watch you while cheering for the team.” She turns João around, pushing him to walk into the tunnel while she follows behind. He didn’t know how to reply, losing all capability of talking when he couldn’t find the right words without messing it up and showing his anxiousness.

“That’s good, I was hoping to catch you in Barcelona when I saw your Instagram post. I mean not that I follow up on it but nevermind, I’m not explaining myself clearly.” He waved his hand in the air, a sign for her to shrug the conversation and whatever he just said off.

“It’s okay I miss you too João, you can just admit it.”

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TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter four:

➴ chapter warnings: drinking and kinda suggestive? sex is mentioned!

➴ word count: 3k

💌 from me to you: i think one of you cast a spell on me because i cannot wait until friday to publish this. also, i listened to self righteous by bryson tiller while i wrote this. just saying!

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2024, APRIL.

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“WHAT DO you think, baby?”

Bella stared at you before she started running around the place, sniffing every corner.

It was officially your first day living in Vancouver. You had been coming and going to Vancouver ever since you’d signed your contract with La Vie en Rose, arranging things and getting your shit together.

Nicholas was right, their team took care of everything, and they got you a nice place too. You still had to pay rent but at least you didn’t have to go apartment hunting, which was something you hated.

You and Bella landed in Vancouver last night, and you didn’t have the energy to do anything but lay on your bed with her and sleep the entire Saturday. It was Sunday now, and you were trying to get Bella used to the rooms before you had to leave for your first shooting on Monday.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” You asked her, putting your hands on your waist. “I think it’s nice.”

Your phone rang and you picked it up, reading Quinn’s text with a smile on your face.

You’ve been texting everyday since that day at his house, and you felt like the world was finally spinning right again. Having Quinn back in your life— and consequently Ellen, Jim, Luke and Jack as well— made you so happy it was almost unbelievable.

He texted at weird hours, sometimes at three a.m. and sometimes at six p.m., but he always asked about you and how you were doing. Have you eaten? How’s the moving going? Do you need any help?

You’d stare at those texts and ask yourself the same thing you’ve been asking since you were eleven: why he was so kind to you? Not that you were complaining. It just felt weird to have someone who cared as much as he did again.

You told him you were now permanently living in Vancouver and he told you he’d come see you whenever he got back from Seattle. You felt your heart beating faster just with the thought of him at your place, both of you alone for the first time after that awkward moment at his house, with you hangover as fuck.

Now you would be sober and in your space, not his.

You sighed, watching Bella preparing herself for a nap in her massive bed by the balcony and you decided that napping was the right solution for you too.

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YOUR FIRST day at La Vie en Rose had been a success, not that you expected anything else.

Turns out your editor-in-chief, Victoria, was one of the nicest people you had ever met; she talked you through the process of working for La Vie en Rose and answered all of your questions with patience and kindness.

“You were our target for a long time before we managed to snatch you,” she joked when you mentioned that working with them was a dream come true. “So we’re the ones who should be thankful.”

She took you to her favorite restaurant and bought your lunch while she talked your ears off, in the best way possible. You never had a girl friend before. Between casting and auditions, you never got to make many friends. And in the world of modeling, there weren’t friends— you had to see the other girls as your opponents, people you had to defeat. Your body had to be better, your hair had to be shinier, your catwalk had to be smoother.

So when Victoria treated you as a friend, even if you’d met each other a few hours ago, it was like the universe was being kind to you again.

You were on your way home, enjoying the view as you walked down the streets, grateful that you still didn’t have a car because the city was really beautiful, even with the cold weather.

You arrived at your apartment, going all the way up to the ninth floor. When you opened your door, Bella almost knocked you down, jumping on you and licking your face.

“You’re going to hurt mommy, baby,” You laughed, caressing her fur. “I missed you too.”

She barked and you got up, finally closing the door and removing your heels. You left your bag on the couch and ran to your bathroom, desperate for a hot shower and pajamas. The best part of your house was the central heater system, and the fact that you got to wear your tiny pajama sets even when it was snowing outside.

You did your nightly skincare and spread the vanilla scented lotion on your entire body, before applying your favorite perfume— no need to specify the scent. You were a vanilla girl through and through and you would never leave the house unless you smelled like a bakery.

It was only eight p.m. but you were so tired that all you wanted to do was crash in your bed and sleep, but you still had to give Bella her dinner. So you walked to your laundry room, where you kept all of her things— you were that king of dog mom who buys your dog three hundred winter clothes and five hundred chewing toys— and grabbed her food pot, shaking it lightly to grab her attention.

Which worked momentarily because next thing you knew the doorbell was ringing and Bella was running to the door, barking loudly.

“Bella!” You reprimanded her, putting your index finger in front of your mouth and shushing her. “Quiet, please.”

You opened the door even without knowing who was on the other side, which was probably a bad and dangerous thing to do, but it was just Quinn, wearing a suit and holding a suitcase.

“Quinn?” You watched as Bella jumped on him, excited to see someone else. “Bella, down, please. Leave him alone.”

“Oh, hello there,” he bent over and patted Bella’s head, caressing her fur while she licked his hands. “Who are you, hm?”

“That’s Bella,” you said, opening the door so he could get inside. You watched as he got up and stared down at you, eyeing you up and down. You followed his gaze and realized that you were still only wearing your pink, almost see through pajama set and with the cold breeze that hit you when you opened the door, your nipples decided that now was a good time to mark through your shirt. “Um.”

Something flashed through Quinn’s eyes, but you didn’t know what. He coughed, closing the door for you. “I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“O-oh, right. Bella,” you looked at her, watching as she sniffed Quinn’s things. “I adopted her when I moved to LA. We were both alone and she was living at a shelter.” You smiled, remembering the day you took her home. “She was so small and so scared. She was sitting alone at a corner and I just… I couldn’t leave her there.”

Quinn chuckled, nodding. “You’re still the sweetest person I have ever met.”

“Oh, stop it,” you croaked, smiling.

“Just saying,” he shrugged, putting his hands on his pocket and resting his body against the door. “I just came to check on you. Nice place you got here.”

You looked around, agreeing with him.

“It is, I was just telling Bella this,” you started. “It’s not big but it’s perfect for us. I like it a lot. Especially the heater.”

“That’s nice too,” he agrees. “What are you having for dinner?”

You stared at him, confused. Only that you couldn’t tell him that dinner wasn’t something that happened everyday in your world.

“Hum,” you stutter. “Nothing? I was just ready to go to bed, actually.”

“That’s too bad,” he removed his shoes and started walking around your place like he’d been there a million times before. “I’m starving. We just got here from Seattle. What do you want me to cook?”

“You don’t need to cook anything,” he cocks his head at you, eyes staring deep into your soul. “I’m not hungry. But I can cook something for you if you want to.”

“I don’t like eating alone. And you can’t just go to bed without eating anything.”

“Quinn…” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “Don’t do this. Please?”

“I’m not doing anything, I’m just saying. So,” he claps his hands. “What are we having?”

“Jesus, I forgot how annoying you are,” you roll your eyes, holding back a smile. “We can maybe have a salad.”

“If you want to kill me, there are faster ways to do it,” he whines and you laugh. “Can I take care of dinner and you take care of Bella while I cook?”

“I wanna help.” You pout and he smiles.

“You can help by sitting there,” he points at your dinner table. “And looking pretty. You’re good at that anyway.”

You laughed out loud, wrapping your arms around your chest. “You’re old and annoying, Quinn Hughes.”

He opened your cabinets, searching for something with his eyes.

“What do you think about rice and salmon?” He asks, picking up the rice package.

“Maybe potatoes instead of rice?” You suggest, pointing at the potato sack sitting in your kitchen trolley.

“Alright,” he pulls up the sleeves of his suit, and goes to the sink to wash his hands. “Let’s get to work.”

To your surprise, Quinn moved around your kitchen with ease, even when he had never visited you before. He finely chopped the potatoes, putting them in the oven to let them roast before he moved to the salmon, seasoning it with the spices you had in your cabinet.

He listened to you the entire time, with you yapping about your day and how nice Victoria had treated you and how Nicholas had called you mid-shooting to ask how you were doing.

“What exactly do you do?” He asked, while you grabbed a wine bottle from your fridge.

“Well, it depends,” you replied, grabbing wine glasses from your cabinet and opening the bottle. “Sometimes I just take pictures all day, in different locations and outfits. Sometimes I have to go to runways. Sometimes both. Not to mention the social media work, the TikToks and all of that.”

“I don’t even wanna hear about TikToks,” he rolls his eyes, making you laugh. “The Canucks media team are always asking us to do stupid trends and answer weird questions. What does ‘very demure’ even mean anyway?”

“You’re too old for that, Quinny,” you joke, filling your glasses up. “Do you know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think you should come see me at a runway show,” you suggest, knowing damn well Quinn would never sit on a chair for an hour and a half just to watch women wear weird, provocative clothes and catwalk on a platform. “It’d be interesting.”

“Only if I get to bring my team with me so it’ll be less boring.” He fires back, checking on the salmon in the pan.

“I’m sure they won’t mind watching women in underwear or something similar.” You smile, watching as he nods with his head and sips on his wine too.

“I’m sure of that too.”

He resumes cooking while you finish your first glass of wine, already in for your second. You set the table, turning the TV on for Bella— she likes watching TV sometimes, and that’s fine!— before sitting down to eat Quinn’s tasty-looking meal. After you got your first bite of the salmon, you couldn’t help but moan.

“I didn’t know you knew how to actually cook, Quinn Hughes,” you say, chewing on the fish. “When did you even learn that?”

“I’m a grown man now, Maddie,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Like that means anything. I know Ellen would cook for you everyday if you asked her to.”

“Yeah, but I’m not around her so much anymore, so I just figured out it’d be good for me to know how to take care of myself. And turns out I really like cooking.”

“This is heavenly, thank you so much,” you sip on your wine as the same time he sips on his, smiling because you liked his company a lot.

౨ৎ

“AND THEN, Jack asked them to flash him and the worst part is that someone caught that on camera.”

You laughed, letting your body fall forward, feeling lighter than ever. You and Quinn were sitting on your couch, already in your second bottle of wine. Bella was chewing on one of her toys and it was already ten thirty.

Quinn was now wearing just his white, dress shirt with the first two buttons open, his jacket lost somewhere alongside his tie. You couldn’t help but notice how the fabric of the shirt held his muscles in all the right places, getting tighter every time he flexed his muscles.

Quinn was hot, and he had always been in your eyes. He was only twenty-four, almost twenty-five, but he looked older, mature. Something about him being a hockey player, the captain, made you feel confused and hot at the same time.

“Jack girlies must have gone crazy with that video,” you add after you stop laughing, watching as Quinn nods.

“Tell me about it,” he runs his fingers through his silky, somehow hydrated hair, and you find yourself wondering how it’d feel for you to do the same. “It was crazy. But I don’t really get the appeal.”

You scoffed. “You don’t get the appeal? Have you seen you or your brothers?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “So what? We’re alright, I guess,”

“You’re crazy,” you roll your eyes at him, incredulous. “I spent my teenage years ignoring guys because you ruined all of them for me and you’re saying you’re just alright?”

He chuckles, turning his head around and staring at you, blue eyes darkening.

“What do you mean by that, Madison?”

Maybe it was the fact that it was already late at night and you were tired, or maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the fact that the last time you had had sex with someone had been more than six months ago, but something about the way Quinn asked you that question, calling you by your name out of all things, made you wonder.

You were both grown up now. You weren’t fifteen anymore, innocent and afraid of voicing your needs. And Quinn looks like he knows how to make a woman see stars…

Besides what they say about big noses, you caught yourself thinking, before you could even stop yourself.

Crossing your legs and unconsciously squeezing your thighs together, you answered, softly:

“It’s silly,” you bit your lip, unsure of what you would even say. This is definitely the wine’s fault. “I had a crush on you growing up.”

You expected him to laugh and play it off, like he used to do whenever Jack or Luke mentioned that one of their girl friends had a crush on their older brother, Quinn. You expected him to give you that brotherly look he used to give you when you were younger and asked him questions about his life and family.

But the look he gave you had something different, something rawer. Something that made your skin crawl in the best way possible, that lightened something inside you.

“Did you now?”

“Mhm,” you nod with your head. “That’s why I’ve never had any boyfriends or hook-ups, even after you left. You ruined them all for me.” You wanted it to sound like a joke, but it hadn’t. How could it, when you were telling the truth.

“Should I apologize, Maddie?” He manspreads on your couch, and you let your gaze fall on his thighs for a brief second— just not brief enough for him not to notice.

“No, it’s— it’s fine. I’m not fifteen anymore.”

“I can see that,” he whispers, and you can feel yourself slipping into his little trap, slowly.

You were so fucked. Ultimately, stupidly fucked, and not even in the way you wanted to. After all these years of swearing to yourself that Quinn wasn’t meant for you, and that you wouldn’t see him again with lovey eyes anymore, you couldn’t believe the reactions your body was having to just his words and stares. This isn’t normal.

You needed to do something because— you will not fuck this up again. Quinn’s friendship’s too precious for you to ruin it with horny thoughts.

So what if Quinn looked like he could fuck you six ways to Sunday? He was your friend. It hadn’t even been a month since he got back in your life.

“Yeah, but I’m over it now,” you brushed it off, making a pft sound with your mouth. “Grew up and all of that.”

He takes a while to answer, but when he does, you can feel he wants to say something else.

“Got it.”

After that, the tension between the two of you is almost ten times bigger, and you have to stop your brain from blaming yourself. Whatever happened between you and Quinn seconds ago could never happen again. He was your friend.

“Think I’m gonna go now,” he says, getting up. Bella runs to his body, licking his hands and asking for pets. “Hey, baby girl. I’m going home now.”

“You don’t have to,” you suggest, the thought of him leaving because of you making you sick to your stomach. “I have a spare bedroom. You drank, it’s not safe.”

“You’re right, but I’m not drunk and I’ll drive slowly, I promise,” he smiles, leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead. “Great to see you.”

“Drive safe, please,” You watched him leave with Bella by your side, heart squeezed tightly inside your chest. “Text me when you get home.”

“Will do it.” He answers, before putting on his jacket again, grabbing his suitcase and closing the door of your apartment.

And just like that, you had to spend the night trying to convince yourself that you did the right thing by pushing whatever that was away.

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love and tour - collab post

the amazing @watchmegetobsessed teamed up once again and we came up with this story for you ! READ THIS BLURB FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY

we hope you like this <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram good luck harry on your x factor audition ! i know you don’t have instagram but i want to say that i’m proud of you and i believe in you <33

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username1 good luck harry !!

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xfactorupdates A new boy group was formed tonight with boys that didn’t make it to the next round. Their names are: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne

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username1 cuties ! i’m ready to support them

username2 that harry boy is so adorableee

yourinstagram i’m so proud of you harry !! good luck and congratulations boys <3

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harrystyles Picture of Oberhausen! Thank you for having us Germany. Tschüss!

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onedirectionfan1 MY SHOOOW

onedirectionfan2 my favorite boys ever

niallhoran Yoooo!

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yourinstagram Soon 👑

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yourbestie CONGRATULATIONS ❤️

onedirectionupdates Harry liked this post !

1dfan1 OMGG WHY DID HARRY LIKE THIS

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harrystyles LIVE IN LONDON. DEC 19.

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username1 gorgeous ! 💗

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harryupdates “I have really special people with me tonight. My family is here, friends I haven’t seen in so long are here. I’m happy to have them around tonight.” - Harry in London tonight !

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harryfan1 AWEEEE

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harryfan4 MY BABYYYY

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harryupdates Harry leaving the ONO afterparty tonight !

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harrystyles FINE LINE LIVE IN LONDON.

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Las Vegas, NV.

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yourinstagram and so the adventure begins 🕺 💗on tour

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harryfan3 my question about who this girl is remain unanswered

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yourinstagram 💗 ON TOUR, FOREVER.

when this tour started, harry and i were still brand new, this was a new world for me and one thing i was sure about is that i want to be by his side for every minute of it.

now that it’s coming to an end, i can’t help but feel incredible proud of the man that i get to call my fiancé and the one i’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

i love you, harry. i’m in constant awe of you and everything you do, thank you for letting me share every milestone with you.

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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I had an idea today. rockstar reader x Jason Grace? Like he’s a fan of her and he goes to one of her concerts and gets a wink from her and they later meet through a shared friend and their relationship blooms from there? And she’s a typical rockstar girl, red leather jacket, smudged eyeliner, kinda “hardcore”. I got the idea after listening to arabella by artic monkeys!

ᯓ★ arabella

summary you and your band are back in new york, so you call some friends to your show - smau and written

warnings smoking in like one pic, i know nothing about rock

author’s note thank you anon, for requesting this. i’m sorry it took me a month and a half to do this, honey, really am. i still don’t have much time to write these days, so i did a smau. hope uou enjoy!

now listening to arabella by arctic monkeys

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ghostking well have so much fun 🤩

blond.superman already regretting even inviting you three

reynathequeen nah you’re not

repair.boy lol i’m so freaking excited to tease you all night about her

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“she winked to me.”

that made nico, the closest person to jason (and the only one that wasn’t too intoxicated to understand something) to turn to him with confused expression.

“who winked at you?” the shorter boy asked, seemingly confused by his friend’s words.

“y/n. i’m a hundred percent sure.” the blond boy replied, staring at the guitarist. she was way too pretty, and he was afraid that maybe he was right and she did winked at him.

nico snickered. “oh, sure. delulu is the solulu, am i right?”

“nico, im not joking.” he repeated, and she did it again. this time, an open mouthed percy turned to him, bewildered.

“jason! y/n winked at you! did you see it?!” the brunet said, smiling more than he’d usually do. god, the alcohol was clear in his face.

jason looked at nico as if to say see? as they turned back to enjoy the show.

after ten more songs, the concert was finally done. the guitarrist, y/n, walked over to the front of the stage and grabbed the mic. her hair was damp from sweat, her mascara and eyeliner smudged around her eyes. "good night, my pretty city!" she said, earning a round of cheers from the crowd.

"it's so nice to be back here with my favorite people in the world. here is where this dream began, and here is where it'll continue!" she finished and, with another round of applause, the band was finally off the stage.

reyna, as drunk as she was, smiled cheekily at her friends. "so, i may or i may not be friends with the vocalist." she revealed, making the other three friends snap their heads towards the puerto rican.

"WHAT?!" the three friends half-shouted at the same time.

"what do you mean you're "friends with the vocalist"? and why did you never tell us?" nico asked, all color draining from his face.

"well, it doesn't matter right now. what does matter is that we got pass to the back stage. which means we're gonna meet the band. which means that jason gets to see his all time crush. so, do you want to go now or miss the opportunity?"

"like hell we're missing it." the blond spoke up and grabbed reyna's arm. "lead the way."

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yourusername another show that almost had me in tears. every show is awesome but the new york ones just hit different. thanks for everyone that was there!!

user alright the show was great and all but WHO WAS THE PERSON SHE WINKED TO???

blond.superman best show ever (liked by author)

user WHO’S THIS ONE???

user WAS HIM WHO SHE WINKED TO???

user just stalked him, his face card is offering 🙏🏻🙏🏻

user shoo our girl doesn’t need m*n

honeymoon dear lord when i get to heaven, pls let me bring my woman

yourusername COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH YOUU

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blond.superman damn, suddenly i'm famous

user well, damn. i came here to boo him for supposedly wooing our girl and ended up being wooed as well

yourusername last slide is SO ME

blond.superman i wonder why's that

yourbff oh no, my girl was wooed by a wh*te m*n repair.boy i'm latino, in case you're interested ghostking LEO NO

user he's hot, a drummer, blond.. is this heaven?

user i can see why y/n was wooed by him

user hell yeah

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yourusername petition for my new boyfriend to teach me how to play drums or join my band

blond.superman love you <3 (liked by author)

seaweedbrain FINALLY!!! he'd been pining on you for the past two years y/n. two. years.

user NOT JASON BEING EXPOSED

yourusername oww how cute

blond.superman i'll find you, jackson. i'll find you.

oliviarodrigo aww my favorite american couple!! so cute you two (liked by author)

matthewhelders first of all, you should thank me and reyna for introducing you two. second, I'M YOUR DRUMMER!!

yourusername yeah yeah thx reyna and YOU'RE OLD MATTHEW!! WE NEED MORE GEN-Z

user y/n is so awesome omfg

wisegirlbeth so happy for my boy (nah i'm just glad we don't have to hear about how awesome she is anymore)

beautyqueen nope we're hearing twice as much now

honeymoon so happy for you boo! (liked by author)

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fastandcarlos · 2 months ago

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George In Paris : ̗̀➛ George Russell

summary: during summer break your two paths cross, leaving the fans putting their investigative skills to the test

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ynusername: the ending of summer break, excited to get back on set in a few days time ☀️

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username1: stfu I’ve been waiting for season 4 for so long 😭😭

username2: you’ve got no idea how happy this post has made me

its_lucien: so excited to see you and have a proper british catch up soon 🍷

username3: forget filming, who tf is that guy in the window 🤔

ashleyparklady: I am gonna need all the gossip asap girlie when you get off that plane!!!

ynusername: @/ashleyparklady good because I am so ready to spill 🥺

username4: glad you’re well rested but SO ready for another season to come our way!!

username5: all I wanna know is who’s the lucky guy that gets to date yn???

emilia_clarke: you can’t just spring something on us like that yn!

username6: I can finally sleep easy at night knowing we’re gonna see the end of this damn cliffhanger ☺️

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ynusername: back in my favourite place on earth with some of my favourite people. season 4 is on its way 🇫🇷

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username7: look at them all eurgh this makes me so happy 🤩

philippineleroybeaulieu: even if sylvie isn’t happy to see you, I most definitely am ❤️

username8: my year has officially been made!!

username9: I wonder if window guy went with her to paris too 🤔

username10: @/username9 are we really calling him window guy?? 😂

username11: it makes me smile so much knowing they’re all back together again

lucasnbravo: can’t wait for the dream team to be back together again!!!

username12: those pictures of paris make me want to go so bad 😭

maddenrichard: it’s been a hot shooting with you, enjoy heading back to paris again 💕

ynusername: @/maddenrichard gutted to be going on set again without you there

username13: the countdown is on for season premiere 🎉

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georgerussell63: a dream summer break that I never wanted to end. looking forward to getting back behind the wheel next week 🌊🐬

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username14: you could iron on those abs they’re so flat 🤯

landonorris: well you certainly look like you’ve been enjoying yourself my friend

alex_albon: how many sit ups did you do before posing for that photo??

georgerussell63: @/alex_albon none thank you very much 🖕🏻

username15: we can’t wait to see you back on the grid this weekend!!!

danielricciardo: could you have posted a more subtle photo to let the world know you’ve got an unidentifiable girlfriend!?

username16: wait who tf is that and where has she come from??

username17: so this is how we find out that george isn’t single anymore 😭

charles_leclerc: offended that I didn’t know about her before you posted to the world 💔

username18: reminding myself to smile and be happy for him 😩

lewishamilton: looks like someone’s had plenty of rest 😉

username19: keeping a close eye in the garage this weekend to see if we can spot someone!?

mercedesamgf1: we can’t wait to welcome you back next week george 🩵

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ynusername: it feels unfair to call this work when the location looks this good 🔥

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username20: I feel like I’m living my dream through yn these days

brunogouery: it’s never work when you get to work with a legend like me 😂

ynusername: @/brunogouery you’re the main reason I enjoy going into work everyday ofc 😂

username21: this is the sort of my place I fantasise about living in one day!

its_lucien: you need to take me to that macaron place as soon as my plane lands!!

username22: why is george randomly in the likes over here??

philippineleroybeaulieu: paris really does look good on you 🔥

username23: smiling about the fact everyday we’re getting one step closer to season 4 ☺️

peforman: what isn’t photographed is you crashing mine and ash’s date in the first photo

ynusername: @/peforman no idea what you’re talking about 🤷🏻‍♀️

username24: you can see why paris is the city of love ❤️

username25: there’s no way you can ever call that work, it’s like being in a fairytale

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ynusername: always nice to have a little surprise visitor on set 🥰

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username26: a surprise visitor who for some reason doesn’t have a face 🤔

lucasnbravo: who is this person and why have I not met them??

ynusername: @/lucasnbravo they’re coming to the shoot tomorrow and I promise to introduce you ☺️

username27: why is george back in the likes, do these two know each other??

ybffusername: look at you guys, you’re already so good together 😩

username28: whoever this guy is he seems to dress pretty similar to how george does too 🤨

username29: there’s a week off from races this weekend, what if he went there to visit??

ashleyparklady: is this who I think it is?!

ynusername: @/ashleyparklady I can neither confirm nor deny 🥺

username30: there’s no way that it’s george, he could be anywhere in the world right now

username31: if it’s the two of them I think I might cry 🥹

camillerazat: drop whatever you’re doing and come and tell me all about this asap!

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georgerussell63: turns out that it’s quite hard to hide in france too 😂 regardless it’s been the most incredible week seeing my girl in action and exploring a little bit of france too ☕️🇫🇷

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charles_leclerc: how on earth did you manage to bag yourself a world famous actress 🤯

georgerussell63: @/charles_leclerc I can’t help being such a charming man

username32: damn I knew it was george in that window all along!

landonorris: can’t believe you finally asked her out after pining for her for so long 🙏🏻

georgerussell63: @/landonorris shut up before I shut you up myself!

username33: explains why he’s been sneaking into the likes so often recently 😂

carlossainz55: rebecca absolutely loves the series and now she’s freaking out that she might meet yn 😭

georgerussell63: @/carlossainz55: we’ll have to organise something my friend

username34: they look so sweet, so happy for the two of you 💕

ynusername: I loved showing you around this weekend, the best time with you ❤️

username35: am I the only one who had no idea they were together??

alex_albon: mate you gotta come and catch me up cause where tf did this come from?

username36: at last window guy is no more 🙌🏻

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ynusername: he finally managed to get me to see his world, who knew f1 was so much fun. thank you so much for hosting me mercedes 🏁

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username37: it’s adorable how supportive they are of each other 🥰

landonorris: even though it was brief, it was a joy to finally meet you!!

danielricciardo: such an honour to meet such a talented actress this weekend 🤩

ynusername: @/danielricciardo you can be as nice as you want I’m still not getting you a cameo 😂

username38: the crossover we’ve been waiting for for so long…

alex_albon: now I understand why george talks about you so much 😂

georgerussell63: @/alex_albon stop exposing me for being a man in love!

username39: yn you look right at home in an f1 garage too!

lewishamilton: it was an honour to finally meet you, hopefully see you again soon 🩵

username40: the way he looks at her is honestly just the sweetest!!

mercedesamgf1: you’re welcome back anytime, we loved having you with us 🩵

username41: idk who introduced these two together but thank you for blessing us with this adorable couple

georgerussell63: so glad you enjoyed it, it means the world that you came and watched the race 🥺

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 there’s nowhere else I’d have rather spent my weekend 🫶🏻

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ynusername: season 4 is finally here. hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making it. au revoir for now paris 💞🇫🇷

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lewishamilton: congratulations on another amazing season yn, can’t wait to watch!!

username42: I’m already three episodes in and feel like I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster 🎢

georgerussell63: I’m so proud of you, the most talented human I know 💕

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 thank you for always supporting me throughout the season 💞

username43: I’ve been dreaming of this day for so long…I can’t believe it’s finally here ☺️

ashleyparklady: I already miss you so much it’s not fair 😩

username44: I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye to paris yn just yet…

landonorris: don’t tell anyone but I secretly watched…and I loved it 🙈

georgerussell63: @/landonorris I told you that you’d love it!!

danielricciardo: still waiting on the day for them to call me up to the cast too 😂

ynusername: @/danielricciardo you’ll be waiting for a very long time 😉

username45: it’s scary just how talented you are, every season just gets better and better!!

username46: george won the lottery the moment he met you yn 🥰

charles_leclerc: can’t wait to watch and see you do your thing yn!

iamrebeccad: the proudest best friend being able to see you do what you love 💞

username47: okay but now season 5 when!?!? 🥺

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starsainzjr · 1 year ago

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Muse

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fashion designer!reader Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

A/N: Hi! This is my first SMAU so I really hope everyone likes it!! I hope to do more in the future!

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yourusername Back to the drawing board

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ylnschooloffashion The master is back!!

zendaya Physically unable to contain my excitement

yourusername Studio is always open to you my darling!

l.h.eight This has to be the new designer Lewis was raving about in media the other day

formulafashion 👀 Do I smell a new designer coming to the paddock???

l.h.eight Girl we can hope!

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Always a fun time at New York Fashion Week 🔥 See you next year!

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l.h.eight For the record, I called it

formulafashion I'm so happy Lewis is looking at a new designer! Yn's work is always stunning

georgerussell63 We're all gonna look like garden trolls next to him now

alex_albon Now? He already makes you look like a garden troll

georgerussell63 Hey!

yourusername My favorite guest of the day! Thank you for coming! Liked by lewishamilton

l.h.eight 👀 Y'all are seeing what I'm seeing right?

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton P2 in Bahrain, great start to the season. See everyone in Jeddah 👊🏾

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georgerussell63 Helluva start! Let's keep this party going

formulafashion Okay but this is easily the best he has ever looked in the paddock 🥵

l.h.eight How much longer until we see Yn in the paddock???

queenyln Okay yeah, Lewis is definitely my second favorite of Yn's real life models

formulafashion Second?????

queenyln Zendaya.

formulafashion Oh, yeah, no, that's fair

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yourusername Bit of a new look

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lewishamilton Only fair after NYFW! Can't wait to host you again

mercedesamgf1 Easily the most fashionable person we've had in the garage

l.h.eight NOT LEWIS IN THE BACKGROUND YN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

queenyln It's been so long since I've seen her this happy 😭

formulafashion Lewis too! He was practically glowing this week

queenyln I sense a power couple forming

l.h.eight Yn would fr be the queen of the paddock

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yourusername Just getting some inspiration

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zendaya Girl if you don't call me right now I'm getting on a plane

yourusername This is an extremely real threat

queenyln SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

queenyln OUR GIRL GETTING TREATED LIKE THE ROYALTY SHE IS

l.h.eight TRIED SO HARD WITH THE SOFT LAUNCH AS IF WE CAN'T IDENTIFY LEWIS' HANDS ANYWHERE

formulafashion This is a dream. This is a dream right? I'm dreaming right now

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton First time for everything. Dallas Fashion Week you've been a treat!

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formulafashion You know who else is in Dallas for this same exact event?

queenyln Perhaps a designer we're familiar with?

formulafashion Ding ding ding! We have a winner

formulafashion The woman in the dress looks awfully familiar, Mr. Hamilton

l.h.eight No but the fact that he went from Japan to Dallas for this. AND THAT HE HAS TO GO BACK TO SHANGHAI

formulafashion Our boy is in l o v e

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yourusername Shanghai you've been a treat

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lewishamilton 🥇✨

yourusername 🤩

l.h.eight They're speaking in emojis now

formulafashion They're not as slick as they think they are

queenyln Yn's never been slick

queenyln Girl we already know just post the Lewis content we all want

formulafashion This. I know she has so much

yourusername

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yourusername Studio has gotten a little warmer as of late

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lewishamilton I'll be your muse any day 😘

yourusername My best muse yet 🥰

zendaya Damn, someone stole my girl

queenyln Someone stole OUR girl 😭

l.h.eight The longest four months of my LIFE

queenyln This is actually the best day ever. Nothing will top this

formulafashion Lewis is about to look the best he ever has

queenyln I think that's called the girlfriend effect

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#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton social media au #f1 social media au

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transmascaraa · 6 months ago

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Reader "secretely" steals an prop their partner uses to try and recreate something they do with it

(example - gamings Lion dance hat (I'm not very cultured idk how it's called canonically...) to try and do at least a part of lion dancing, lyneys cards to try and do a magic trick, wanderers hat to try and do his usual poses etc!!)

multiple characters headcannons!

JUSTIFIED stealing.

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: this one's next because i can🤩 yeah i'm gonna do all 3 of those so i hope you have fun reading lol

♡ Lyney

-uhm you basically stole his hat AND his cards right before an important magic show.

-he was looking for them literally EVERYWHERE.

-but he couldn't find him so he was getting worried by the second.

-until he saw you walking up to him with his hat on your head.

-"hello lyney, my love, may i show you a magic trick before i return it to you?" as you put his hat out to him.

-"oh, mon amour, of course! just please hurry, i was getting really concerned there." he awkwardly laughs it off.

-he's not one to really have a problem with you taking it with yourself, butttt his magic show was starting soon!

-your card trick was one where you turned 2 cards into 4, then 4 into 8.

-even tho it was a starter trick and he knew exactly how you had done it, he smiled brightly.

-he's happy to see you having fun with something that he likes himself.

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⑅ Gaming

-again, a performance was starting soon.

-and he couldn't find his lion dance hat!(that's what i'm gonna call it)

-the first few times he walked into your room, he asked you if you'd seen it, but you always said no.

-you were getting more suspicious to him each time.

-so he secretly walked into the room, but then you just looked at eachother when you realized he had caught you.

-you, in a random pose, mid-dance, in his lion dance hat.

-"you- i was looking for it EVERYWHERE!! are you serious??" he was laughing while talking, it was actually quite cute to him, how you looked in his hat.

-"well- uhm- rate my dance?" you then tried to make up a little dance for him and he really liked it

-after he literally laughed his ass of with you, he said:

-"10/10. but i have to go to my performance now, i'll be back soon. see you, love, and then i'll let you use it once again."

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๑ Wanderer

-(i am so excited to write this one)

-so basically, he was about to go for a walk through the desert, with nahida, and he was missing his hat.

-usually, it's in the living room on the table, or next to the bed. and he searched throughout the whole house, nothing.

-but then he entered your shared bedroom.

-you, on the bed, in his drip marketing pose, shouting his "voicelines" in whispers.,

-"uhm- hi?-" you said awkwardly.

-"what the fuck." (he thought you were cute.)

-"i'm just- uhm- cosplaying you? ahm- yeah, i'm cosplaying you." the best excuse you could come up with.

-"cosplaying my ass. your outfit is your everyday outfit. you didn't even try to make your hair like mine. the hat doesn't suit you like that." he started acting smart and like the know-it-all

-"excuse me-" but then he cut you off (again).

-"no excuses. i said what i said." he took his hat back from you and just before leaving the room, he turned to you and said something more.

-"don't touch my hat, idiot. bye."

-you could've sworn you've heard a quiet "i love you" at the end.

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damn i really like this one too

i used to hate them when i js started writing wtf

but i most definitely at least improved lmfao

| @keeyisbored | @mariaace <3

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ssivinee · 18 hours ago

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❥ 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

ITZY! Racer! Shin Ryujin x F reader x tripleS! Racer! Park Sohyun: In Seoul’s street racing scene, there has always been a long history of rivalry. Caught between two fierce racers, Y/n tries to find herself as she's entangled with the two. In a world where loyalty is risky, and feelings blur the finish line, some connections might be more dangerous than they seem.

Word Count: 12.5 k

Author's Note: IM SO BACK WITH THE LONG FICS, YUH. This was actually keeping me distracted with everything going on in this country rn...🤩. YES, I'm still working on Ambivalence. But I needed some new ideas to keep me going. This is also likely A TWO PARTER pls keep that in mind😭.

The streets were full of life, filled with people buzzing with excitement. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline while the low rumble of engines set the scene. Every racer, car enthusiast, and spectator gathered at the finish line, eyes locked on the flashing headlights in the distance.

The roar of red, purple, green, and blue cars thundered down the street, each one edging forward, only inches between victory and defeat. Five feet to the line, the purple car shot forward, tires screeching as it surged past the finish line in a final burst of speed.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, everyones energy at an all time high as they waved their hands and whistled. In the blue car behind, the driver slammed a fist against the steering wheel, frustration stained across their face.

Emerging from the purple car, Shin Ryujin stepped out with her signature whisker-like smile, her confidence clear as day. She tossed her hair back, running slender fingers through the locks that had made their way to her face while some of her crew flocked around her, voices echoing with awe.

“The unbeatable Ryujin does it again,” Jaemin says, voice dripping in sarcasm as he tapped away at his phone, causing her to nudge him in the side.

Ryujin laughed, the sound warm and mischievous. “Hey, someone’s gotta keep you guys in check,” she shot back in a joking manner, sparing a mock glare at Jaemin.

“Someday, someone’s gonna dethrone you, noona,” Jay joked, lounging with Sohyun and Jake. He glanced at Sohyun, who looked surprised when Ryujin signaled in her direction.

“It'll likely be you, Hyun,” Ryujin suggested, and Sohyun’s eyes widened. “You’re undefeated, too, right?”

“Yeah, she’s 6-0,” Jay chimed in, patting her on the shoulder, proud at his best friend.

“Not 23-0, though,” Jaemin muttered, rolling his eyes as he scrolled through his phone. Ryujin gave him another playful shove, unfazed. “Come on, Min. She literally just got started like a month ago.”

As they joked, Ryujin’s eyes sparkled, and she checked her phone, her expression shifting to one of excitement. “Guys, next week’s Turf Races,” she announced, a grin spreading across her face. The boys exchanged eager looks while Sohyun’s brows furrowed in confusion.

Ryujin chuckled and explained, “Turf Races happen every three months. It’s like the biggest showdown for Korea’s racers—groups from all over the country come together to race, and every city brings their best.”

Jaemin scoffs, glancing at the younger racer, “Or, as Incheon calls it, a contest to see who’s ‘the king or queen of racing.’” His tone was evidently sarcastic, and Sohyun noticed Jake and Jay shaking their heads in irritation.

“Do we not like Incheon’s groups?” Sohyun asked, catching the tension.

Ryujin sighed, flicking Jake and Jay’s forehead lightly. “It’s not like that. Seoul and Incheon have always been the rivals of the country. We’ve got the biggest crews, the toughest records, and a deep history of…let’s call it a friendly competition.”

Jake crossed his arms, nodding. “Cheuksin versus Djinn. We were the first crew, the oldest at that, the one every group respects.”

“But Djinn’s a different story,” Ryujin said, taking a sip from her nearby water bottle. “The Turf Races were always meant to be a friendly way for solo riders to meet. You know? To network and even possibly join a crew. But Djinn’s founder created their group for one reason—to compete with us. Ever since we’ve had this…complicated history.”

Jaemin leaned in, lowering his voice for dramatic effect. “Their current leader? Yeh Shuhua. First Taiwanese racer to lead a Korean crew. She’s no joke; she raced her way to the top, and no one was shocked when she took over. But she’s got a reputation…not the nicest attitude.”

He shrugged. “She doesn’t bother me, though. I can match her freak.”

Everyone chuckled, knowing Jaemin wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. But Sohyun’s gaze was thoughtful, her heart racing a little at the thought. “We’re racing them next week?”

Ryujin smiled at her, nodding. “Don’t worry, Hyun. You’ll do great. Besides, we’ve got a record that’s pretty hard to beat.” Jay raised his hands in mock celebration. “It’d take them winning every race for the next five years just to catch up to us.”

Ryujin laughed, then focused on Sohyun, her tone suddenly serious. “Stay with me until eleven tonight, okay? We’re going to work on a few things.”

Sohyun nodded, gripping her keys as she made her way to her car. In the parking lot, her father’s Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 awaited her, shining under the lights. The blood-red paint job gleamed, always a beauty to look at in her eyes. Climbing into the driver’s seat, she traced her hand along the wheel, memories flooding her mind. She could almost feel her dad’s presence beside her, guiding her hands like he had at so many races.

Sighing, she ran her fingers over the sleek dashboard, thinking back to the countless races he’d won. He’d been a Cheuksin legend, and even after his passing, making Sohyun a famous legacy amongst all of Cheuksin’s members.

A sudden knock on her window jolted her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Ryujin grinning, tapping her wrist to signal the time. Not noticing how much time had passed, Sohyun started the car, feeling the smooth purr of the engine as she pulled out of the spot and followed Ryujin up to the upper parking lot level.

Ryujin’s purple Mustang Shelby GT350R awaited her there, alone against the expanse of concrete pillars. Sohyun pulled up beside her leader, lowering her window as Ryujin did the same on the passenger side.

“So, tonight, we’re focusing on drifting,” Ryujin said, nodding toward the concrete columns ahead. “In real races, especially on Turf Race tracks, you’ll hit some crazy turns and obstacles. Drifting can make or break those moments.”

With that, she revved her engine and gave a quick demonstration. Her car slid smoothly around each pillar, tires squealing in perfect curves, leaving clean arcs of rubber on the ground. Sohyun watched in awe, barely blinking as Ryujin returned to the starting spot and rolled down her window, laughing at the look on Sohyun’s face.

“It’s all in the timing and control. You’ve got the skills already, legacy,” she said, using the nickname with pride. “And we’ve got a week to perfect this. You’ll be ready.”

With a determined nod, Sohyun rolled up her window, heart pounding as she steered toward the pillars. She took a deep breath, then let her car fly forward, mirroring Ryujin’s graceful maneuvers.

Hours passed in a blur of tire squeals and engine roars, but finally, Ryujin clapped as Sohyun completed her last round. “You’re ready for Turf Races,” she said with a proud smile, knowing her protégé would succeed in the upcoming races.

—--

It was Friday afternoon, and people were beginning to gather at the Turf Races location—a spot quite far enough from Seoul that closing off streets for the races had been an easy task. The night air hung heavy with the scent of gasoline, mingling with the distant echoes of engines revving while a wave of people crowded the dimly lit streets.

Ryujin leaned against her car, scrolling through Cheuksin's group chat on her phone, occasionally glancing up to spot anyone from her crew in the crowd. Her fingers moved quickly, sending messages to keep track of everyone's whereabouts.

She was too focused, barely noticing the shuffle of heels clicking nearby—until she heard a low whistle and a gentle voice. “That is one nice Shelby.”

Ryujin looked up, expecting a casual compliment. But what she saw made her pause.

You were just… breathtaking.

The beaming streetlights glazed over your skin, bringing out the sheen of your pink glossed lips, which formed a slight pout. Ryujin’s gaze dropped to your outfit—a pair of white stilettos, a light blue A-line skirt that brushed just above your knees, and a crisp white collared blouse with a bow that held your hair in a high ponytail.

You looked so out of place in the sea of leather jackets, jeans, boots, and sneakers, yet the fact that you’d called her car a Shelby instead of just a Mustang hinted you knew precisely where you were.

Realizing she was staring, Ryujin blinked and felt her face warm as you laughed, shrugging casually. “I get that reaction a lot.”

Ryujin snapped out of her trance, waving her hands nervously. “No, no, I didn’t mean to stare! I just—” She struggled for the right words. “You… don’t look like the racing type.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “And what does the racing type look like?”

Ryujin winced, stumbling over her words. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

You interrupted with a soft laugh. “Relax, I’m just pulling your leg.” Your eyes traced over her car, lingering on the glossy curves and soft edges of its body. “But really, that’s a beautiful Shelby. A GT350R?”

Ryujin’s jaw dropped slightly, and her usual cool shattered. “Y-you know cars?” she stammered, her voice betraying her surprise.

“My older brother’s a mechanic,” you replied, brushing an invisible wrinkle from your sleeve. “I work with him, so I’m around cars like this all the time. Especially street racers.” Your eyes drifted back to the car, admiration sparking in them. “But this one’s a standout—those decals are insane.”

You nodded towards the deep purple paint job with the bold image of a dark blue dragon that was outlined with black, almost swimming across the hood. The creature’s scales shimmered under the streetlights, each one meticulously outlined. “Any reason for the blue dragon?”

A smile broke out across Ryujin’s face, and she looked completely at ease for the first time. “Yeah. It’s because my name’s Ryujin. Dragon and Sea God in Japanese.”

Your eyebrows lifted, and you nodded, letting out a soft, “Ahh.” After a moment, something seemed to click. “Wait, Ryujin? As in Shin Ryujin of Cheuksin?” A flicker of pride flashed across Ryujin’s face before she tried to play it off, giving a casual shrug. “You know who I am?”

You gave her an amused look, eyes gleaming. “Who doesn’t know the leader of Cheuksin?”

Ryujin’s confidence faltered slightly as she remembered her reputation. But then you extended your hand, that same knowing smile on your lips. “I’m Y/n.”

Ryujin took your hand, shaking it carefully, her fingers lingering just a second too long. “Y/n from…?”

“Oh, I’m not with any crew.” You chuckled, letting your gaze drift back to the race preparations in the distance. “I’m just here supporting a few friends tonight.” Ryujin nodded, intrigued. “Is that why I’ve never seen you at Turf Wars before?”

“Sort of.” You glanced down briefly, your smile fading a little. “My brother’s shop keeps me busy most Fridays. This is a rare night off, so I thought I’d check it out.”

Ryujin hesitated, curiosity getting the better of her. “Any reason you’re dressed… like this?”

You blinked, looking genuinely confused until her meaning registered. “Oh,” you chuckled, glancing down at your outfit. “I had lunch with some friends earlier. Didn’t have time to change before heading out here.”

Ryujin thought about this, taking in your polished look. “You from Incheon?”

You laughed softly, eyes wide with surprise. “Good guess. Yeah, I am. How’d you know?”

Ryujin rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking away. “Just a wild guess,” she murmured, hoping you didn’t notice the slight flush on her cheeks.

You nodded, checking your phone as the time ticked closer to the race’s start. “I should get going. But it was nice to meet you, Miss Shin.” You smiled, your expression warm yet mysterious as you turned to leave, each step measured and confident.

Ryujin watched you go, the sounds of the crowd fading into the background. She wanted to reach out, call your name, and ask for a way to keep in touch. But something in her held back, an unspoken understanding that tonight’s meeting was all it was meant to be.

As you disappeared into the crowd, she felt a pang of regret—and maybe just a little curiosity, too.

As Ryujin’s focus shifted to her phone, you found yourself drawn to the side of the street, where a frustrated grunt caught your attention. “Don’t do this to me now,” a girl muttered, hands digging under the hood of what appeared to be her car.

Her face was half-hidden behind messy wisps of hair and tilted glasses, and she was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice you watching.

Without a word, you glanced over her shoulder, spotting the issue almost immediately. “Your spark plug’s shot,” you noted, your voice catching her by surprise as she jumped, hitting her head against the hood. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said smoothly, barely looking at her as she rubbed the spot, eyes widening.

“Oh, no, that’s not on you,” she mumbled, visibly flustered. “It’s just been… a day,” she added, glancing back at the car.

“Got any tools in the trunk?” you asked, not exactly offering to help, just curious. She blinked, seeming to process the question, and quickly rushed to the back, rummaging through an assortment of random supplies before returning with an entire toolkit and a handful of spark plugs.

You let out a small laugh, barely contained. “Didn’t need all of that,” you murmured, taking a single plug from her and rolling up your sleeves.

“Oh, uh… okay,” she stammered, clearly uncertain but watching you carefully as you got to work. “You’re… you know a lot about this stuff?”

“Just enough,” you replied, already busy disconnecting the battery. “How long’s it been sitting here?”

“Uh… maybe an hour?” She seemed unsure of herself, her hands fiddling with her sleeves.

“You must be new to this scene,” you commented, your tone neutral, keeping the words light. She laughed nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Is it that obvious?”

You nodded slightly, finishing the repair without meeting her gaze. “Let’s just say most people check their engines before Turf Races.” The barest hint of a smirk tugged at your lips as you caught her watching you, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“I only started a month ago,” she admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Guess that makes you a true rookie,” you remarked, finally shutting the hood and dusting off your hands. “Try it now.”

She slid into the driver’s seat, her eyes wide as she turned the key. The car purred to life, and she looked at you with pure relief. “Thank you… I—I don’t even know what to say.” She reached out, shaking your hand with surprising energy, a grateful smile breaking across her face.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied with an easy wave. “You should be good now. Just keep an eye on it next time.”

“Still… thank you so much…” she paused, tilting her head as if waiting for you to fill in the blank.

“Y/n,” you said simply, letting her linger on the name before nodding towards the road. “Good luck out there.”

As you turned and melted into the crowd, you felt her gaze trailing after you, a mixture of awe and lingering nerves etched on her face. She watched until you disappeared completely, her hand still on the steering wheel as if replaying the exchange in her mind.

After a few minutes, all of Cheuksin gathered at the dead end of the deserted street. Sohyun leaned against her car, spacing out as nerves twisted within her, each stray thought building up in her mind. The distant roar of engines and hum of voices buzzed around her, snapping back only when she saw Ryujin rambling to Jaemin, who practically paid no mind to her.

“Can’t pay even a smidge of attention, unnie?” she teased, rolling his eyes though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Some girl’s cast a spell on her, and now she can’t stop talking about her or looking for her.”

Ryujin’s gaze roamed over the sea of racers, scanning faces in search of someone who clearly wasn’t there. Sohyun, curious and unused to seeing her mentor distracted, followed her line of sight—but neither of them spotted the mystery girl.

"So," Jay’s hand clapped Sohyun’s back, jolting her. She felt her heartbeat quicken from the scare. "Think you’re ready?"

Sohyun shrugged, the weight of nerves still heavy. "Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess."

"Hey, lighten up a little, Hyun," Ryujin reassured, playfully patting her head. “You’ll do great.”

“So, who are we up against, noona?” Jake asked, leaning casually on Sohyun’s car.

“It’s Seoul versus Incheon and a few smaller groups,” Ryujin replied, looking at Sohyun with an encouraging smile. “Traditional match-up. You’ll go against Djinn’s second-in-command. They seemed to have taken an interest in you since I’m training you, so they put you up against someone with experience.”

Sohyun's fingers tightened around her keys. “Anything I need to know?”

Ryujin’s gaze sharpened. “The racer’s name is Choi Yeonjun. Skilled, but… he doesn’t play fair.”

“‘Doesn’t play fair’ is one way to put it,” a voice interjected, slicing through their conversation like a blade. Everyone turned toward the middle of the street, where a woman with sleek black hair stood, exuding a presence as sharp as her smirk. “I call it ‘determined to win.’”

Sohyun straightened instinctively. ‘That must be Djinn’s leader,’ she thought, noting the woman’s confident stance and the air of authority she exuded.

“Determined to win?” Jaemin cut in with a sneer, tauntingly folding his arms. “It’s desperation, Shuhua. When was the last time Yeonjun won without trying to pit someone's car?”

Shuhua arched an eyebrow, amused by Jaemin’s challenge. “Oh, poor Min-Min,” she purred, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “Still sore about the last race, hmm? Yeonjun knocked you right out, and guess what? He won.”

Jaemin’s fists clenched, but Ryujin stepped forward, blocking his view of Shuhua with a calm, confident smile.

“Always here to stir up trouble, aren’t you?” Ryujin said coolly, her eyes never wavering. Shuhua flicked her hair back, sending Ryujin a look meant to rattle—but Ryujin didn’t flinch. She never did, and that’s what made Shuhua hate her even more.

“Shin Ryujin,” Shuhua drawled, her smirk sharpening. “Always a pleasure.” But her eyes said otherwise, sparking with the rivalry that ran as deep as the roots of their crews. “Why don’t you guys just prove it with your racing?”

With that question, Shuhua’s face becomes serious as her eyes land directly on Sohyun, who almost shivers at her gaze. “We definitely will. Especially after Yeonjun beats that precious new protégé of yours.”

Ryujin let out a soft chuckle, her gaze falling on their newest racer. “So you’re so worried about a girl I’m training that you need to pull a cheap stunt?” she said, her voice steady but cutting. “All for what, Shuhua? Just so Yeonjun can snag a win, and you can say you’ve beaten someone I’m teaching?”

“No,” Shuhua replied, stepping closer until she stood directly across from Sohyun. The only thing separating them was the sleek, red car, and the street went silent as every eye turned toward the standoff.

You worked your way through the gathered crowd, just catching sight of Shuhua and the girl you’d recently helped. Rolling your eyes at Shuhua’s usual games, you already knew this routine—the intimidation, the taunts, all the flair that made her notorious as Djinn’s leader.

With a cocky tilt of her head, Shuhua’s voice carried confidently. “Not only do you train her, but little Miss Park Sohyun here is Cheuksin’s legacy.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation. So the ‘helpless girl’ from earlier was no ordinary racer—she was someone with a name, a history. You smirked, finding it endearing that she was carrying on her family’s reputation.

Shuhua’s gaze lingered on Ryujin, her smirk ever-present as she gestured toward Sohyun. “I just wanted to see what she’s made of. And since I’m racing you,” she paused, her eyes flicking back to Ryujin with a look as sharp as it was smug before settling back on Sohyun, “I figured Yeonjun would be the perfect opponent to push her limits. Don’t you think?”

Ryujin’s stance relaxed, confidence radiating as she glanced at Sohyun. “He would,” she replied smoothly, taking a few strides closer, which made Shuhua instinctively step back from Sohyun’s car. “And I promise you this—Sohyun’s going to be the one to knock Yeonjun down a peg or two.” She reached out, patting Shuhua’s arm with a smug smile that held no hint of doubt.

Shuhua’s smirk wavered, and with a scoff, she turned away, motioning to her crew, who immediately fell in line behind her. Jay placed a reassuring hand on Sohyun’s shoulder, sensing her nerves. “Don’t worry about them, Hyun. They’re just trying to get under your skin,” he said, and Ryujin nodded in agreement, her steady gaze a quiet reassurance.

You, meanwhile, stepped through the crowd toward Shuhua, catching her attention. She turned, her face lighting up as she saw you approach. With that familiar flirtatious smile, she closed the distance, sliding her arms around your waist. “You finally made it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with a mixture of excitement and mischief. You rolled your eyes, but her smirk only grew.

“And you’re back to causing a scene,” you replied dryly, though your tone held a hint of annoyance.

“Come on,” she purred, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, “Don’t be like that, baby.” She pulled you into a kiss, her fingers pressing into your back as if to draw you closer, oblivious to the crowd around you.

Across the lot, Ryujin had started making her way back toward her car, only to pause mid-step when she spotted the two of you. Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing as something unspoken flashed across her face. The sight of Shuhua’s hands on you—and the intensity of a kiss—made her visibly tense. “Shit.”

Sohyun and Jaemin only caught Ryujin’s reaction, both their eyes following the direction of hers. The younger girl’s eyes widen at the view, “fuck,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Jaemin, noticing the tension, followed their gaze and immediately grasped the situation. “There’s no fucking way,” he muttered, hitting his forehead with his palm as the realization hit him fast. This was something that was surely gonna bite them in the ass. He just knew it.

———

Two hours passed, and multiple races had come and gone, but Ryujin and Sohyun remained seated in their cars, each lost in thought as time dragged on.

Inside the darkness of her car, Ryujin’s fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel, her gaze distant as she fought the tension inside her. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to feel drawn to you. It was wrong; every logical part of her told her so.

You were with Shuhua—the woman who led the crew that had been a nuisance to Cheuksin for years, the woman whose antics often fueled the bitter competition between them. It was like craving forbidden candy, the temptation all the more potent because she knew it would end in pain.

Meanwhile, Sohyun sat in silence, her hands gripping the wheel as her mind circled over recent events. A pang of frustration rose in her chest as she chided herself for being so easily captivated. She barely knew you, yet in that brief encounter, you had gone out of your way to help her. The way you’d helped her with her car, saving her from further distress—it shouldn’t have meant so much, but it did like the calm within a storm.

While the two women of Cheuksin sat in deep thought, you sat in the passenger seat of Shuhua’s sleek car, feeling the weight of her gaze on you that never seemed to leave.

You stayed quiet, absorbing the silence, something you’d grown accustomed to despite the label of “girlfriend” she’d given you. The relationship felt like an empty shell—just a surface attraction without depth.

Five months ago, she’d spotted you at a high-end lounge, captivated by your looks, and that was that. She took you out, but the dates were more about her than the two of you.

Shuhua would talk endlessly about herself, and you’d sit back, downing glasses of liquor to drown out the sound of her voice. By the fifth date, she’d asked you to make it ‘official’, and you’d agreed with little hesitation, not for love or even real interest, but for the easy fun of it.

It was shallow, you knew that. But you also knew Shuhua didn’t see you as much more than a trophy herself. She paraded you around, prideful in her claim over you, flaunting her arm candy like an expensive piece of art that she wasn’t willing to sell.

But lately, the fun had worn off, and Shuhua’s true self had begun to show. Even if you didn’t feel strongly for her, you had always valued loyalty. As empty as this relationship was, you held onto it with a strange sense of commitment, keeping things monogamous out of habit more than anything. Shuhua, however, had other ideas—she flirted with other women openly, craving their attention as if you didn’t exist in her life.

It was only a matter of time, you felt before you’d see her taking it further, and the thought of it was slowly beginning to anger you.

You knew your worth and valued yourself. A famous crew leader wasn’t about to change that.

The scene with Cheuksin was no different from the usual problems she liked to cause, but watching Shuhua’s antics up close made them hit differently. You’d heard plenty of rumors about her behavior at these events, and tonight only confirmed them. At one point, you believed she might’ve been genuinely passionate about racing—it showed in how she talked about her past wins and accomplishments. But now? It was hard to tell what motivated her anymore.

The thought always had the cogwheels turning in your mind. Was it the popularity? The money? The constant attention? Whatever it was, it seemed like her motivations shifted every time you blinked.

As she glanced your way, you felt a pang of discomfort that was getting harder to ignore. The time you spent with her was becoming more exhausting by the second, and you’d reached your limit. You took a deep breath, your voice steady as you murmured, “How about we stop things here?”

Shuhua looked at you, confusion etched across her face. “Stop what here?”

You sighed, trying to keep things calm, even though frustration simmered beneath the surface. “This. Us. Or whatever you want to call it.” Her eyes widened, panic flashing over her face in a way you hadn’t seen before. “W-what? We were perfectly fine.”

“No, we weren’t,” you replied, unable to hide your irritation. “You don’t really like me like that, and I don’t feel that way about you. We’re not even dating,” you continued, watching as her expression changed again. As if she let her mask drop, she caught herself quickly, masking any vulnerability with her usual smirk, her cockiness returning as she leaned back.

“Oh, please. You wouldn’t leave me, Y/n,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “You wouldn’t leave what we had.”

You shot her a disbelieving look, letting out a scoff. Opening the car door, you exited, pausing only to lean in briefly. “Watch me,” you said, your voice firm as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Shuhua’s initial shock quickly morphed into a steely gaze as she studied your leaving figure, trying to gauge whether you were serious. “You’re not being serious, right?” she scoffed as she rolled her window down and crossed her arms. “Why now? Just because I’ve been giving Cheuksin shit?”

You shook your head, keeping your voice level despite her accusatory tone. “It’s not even close to being about that. I just… don’t feel it anymore.” You paused, carefully choosing your words. “We both know this was never really… deep. It was fun for a while, but I’m not looking to be an accessory.”

Shuhua’s smirk faded, her eyes narrowing. “So you’re really leaving. Just like that.”

“Just like that,” you confirmed, keeping your tone neutral. You didn’t want to argue or drag this out any longer than necessary.

For a second, she looked almost vulnerable—a rare crack in her otherwise unshakable confidence. But it disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by a bitter smile. “Fine. Go then. Let’s see how long it takes before you’re crawling back.” She looked away, dismissively waving her hand as if to say you were already forgotten.

You didn’t respond, merely nodding once before completely walking away from her. You took a deep breath, feeling a strange weight lift off your shoulders. Shuhua’s car drove away without so much as a backward glance, her headlights vanishing into the parking lot.

The roar of engines, laughter, and voices of the crowd drew you back to the Turf Races, and you found yourself wandering back to the main area. You couldn’t help but feel lighter, the tension that had been building in your chest finally dissipating. As you scanned the crowd, your gaze was drawn to Ryujin’s car once again.

Ryujin, still in her seat, hadn’t noticed you yet, her expression intense as she mentally prepared for the upcoming race. She looked calm and collected on the outside, but there was a storm behind her eyes as if something weighed on her mind.

You hesitated before approaching, knocking lightly on her window. She looked up, startled, but when she saw it was you, her expression softened, and she quickly rolled down the window.

“Hey,” you greeted with a small smile, trying to hide the way your heart sped up at her gaze.

Ryujin’s eyes flickered with surprise, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Back again? Thought you’d left with…” She trailed off, realizing what she’d almost said.

“Yeah, about that.” You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “Guess I’m flying solo tonight.”

Her gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if she was taking in every word and gesture. “Well,” she said, her voice softer now, “you’re always welcome here. And… good timing.” She nodded towards the starting line. “Our newbie is up next.”

“Good luck to her,” you murmured, feeling a pang of something you couldn’t quite place as she flashed you a confident smile. She was so proud to show off her protégé and for the first time in a while, the care made you smile. It was enough to make your stomach flip, but you quickly shook off the feeling, stepping back as she revved her engine.

Ryujin nodded once, her usual cool returning as she focused on the race. As Sohyun pulled up to the starting line, you found a spot near the crowd to watch, anticipation building as you leaned against the barrier. The crowd’s energy buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was the dark, sleek Camaro Z/28, and the determined glint in her eyes flickered with the nerves that bundled up.

A girl in some risque clothing walked in the middle of the street, holding a red flag and counted them down. As she sees the flag wave down, Sohyun shot off the line, the red car tearing down the deserted street, the roar of the engine echoing through the night. You couldn’t help but feel captivated. Despite being a younger racer, to your knowledge, being a legacy was a big deal in the racing scene. So you definitely need to keep your eyes peeled for her.

The Camaro Z/28 barreled forward, taking an early lead as Sohyun’s focus sharpened. She had a unique style: precise but aggressive, weaving through the tight curves with a confident and raw grace. Every turn felt like a statement—one that said she belonged here, no matter who she was up against.

You could see why Ryujin had taken her under her wing. There was a familiar intensity in how Sohyun handled herself on the track, a hunger that reminded you of what you heard about Ryujin in her early days—relentless, almost reckless, but with an undercurrent of something deeper. Pride, maybe. A desire to prove herself.

The crowd roared as she maneuvered around a particularly sharp turn, her tires screeching as she held control like a pro. You found yourself smiling, a genuine admiration bubbling up as you watched her push the limits of her car and her own nerves. Something was refreshing about it, watching someone new pour their heart into the race, unburdened by the rivalries and egos that clouded the rest of the scene.

The groups track was around the area and quite shorter, giving you a good view of everyones skills. It was down the road, into the parking lot where they’d have to reach to the top, come back down, lap through a different street, and come back. A drone that had a camera would follow so when the track got further, everyone would be able to watch on their phones.

You glanced over at Ryujin, whose eyes were glued to the track as she held her phone tightly, her expression intense but glowing with pride. She didn’t look at you, but you could sense the connection between her and her protégé—a mentor’s pride that softened her usually tough exterior.

The race stretched, and the gap between Sohyun and the other racers widened. You noticed Yeonjun, notorious for his cutthroat tactics, trying to close in on her, his car creeping up at an alarming speed. But Sohyun held her ground, skillfully blocking him, anticipating his moves. You could see Yeonjun getting frustrated, tapping his fingers impatiently on his steering wheel.

As the racers get deeper into the track, you pull up the stream on your phone, watching every cars movement as best as possible. Then, almost predictably, Yeonjun attempted to close the gap with one of his signature dirty tricks—clipping the edge of Sohyun’s car just enough to throw her off balance.

But Sohyun, sharp and resilient, managed to stabilize, shifting gears quickly to compensate. She didn’t flinch, her focus unwavering, and she sped up, leaving Yeonjun behind with a furious glare. The crowd’s energy erupted as Sohyun soared toward the finish line, crossing it with a triumphant roar from her engine.

She had won. The cheers drowned out everything else, filling the night air with an infectious exhilaration. You found yourself grinning, almost surprised by how invested you’d become in her victory. But then, you felt someone’s gaze on you and looked over to see Ryujin watching, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Not bad for a ‘newbie,’ huh?” she said, her tone both teasing and proud.

You chuckled, nodding. “Guess she’s full of surprises.”

As Sohyun stepped out of her car, greeted by thunderous applause and pats on the back from fellow racers, you saw a spark of something bright in her eyes. Ryujin made her way over, pulling her into a side hug, whispering something that made Sohyun’s face light up. It was a warm moment—a rare one for Ryujin, who tended to keep her emotions tightly under wraps.

After Sohyun’s thrilling race against Yeonjun, the crowd was buzzing with adrenaline and chatter about her victory. You congratulated her again, catching the smile that hinted at something more, a small flicker that made your heart stutter. As you exchanged a few words, you noticed Shuhua’s gaze, dark and unreadable from across the track. She hadn’t moved closer, hadn’t even pretended to hide her irritation, and the silent tension simmered in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Just then, the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, “Alright, folks! Up next the leader race! This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. Alleyways, sharp turns, open highways – you know what it means! Get ready for Ryujin, Shuhua, Johan, and Breeze!”

All eyes turned to the starting line as the crowd buzzed with fresh anticipation. A drone zipped into position above the track, hovering like a spectator ready to capture every move, every maneuver. Ryujin pulled her purple Mustang Shelby GT350R up to the line, its sleek body gleaming under the lights, while Shuhua’s car sidled up next to hers, engine growling with an intensity that matched her own unrelenting energy.

The flag girl took her place, each step deliberate as she raised their flags, drawing cheers and shouts from the crowd. Your gaze drifted back to Sohyun’s Camaro parked just off the line, a reminder of her quiet but fierce skill. She caught your eye for a brief moment, her calm presence an anchor amid the chaotic excitement.

And then—the flags dropped.

With a deafening roar, Ryujin and Shuhua’s cars, beside the two others, shot forward, leaving a cloud of dust and the roar of engines in their wake. The drone followed close behind, streaming the race live to the crowd gathered around screens and phones, and every heart raced with them.

As the cars tore through the narrow alleyways, Ryujin held precise control, her hands gripping the wheel firmly, while Shuhua was fierce, pushing forward with aggression. She taunted Ryujin, nudging close to her bumper, then trying to overtake her on every sharp turn, leaving no room for mistakes. Ryujin kept her cool, but you could see the tension etched in her jaw each time Shuhua’s car swerved dangerously close.

The crowd gasped as Shuhua attempted a risky move on a sharp curve. She nearly clipped Ryujin’s Mustang, her car jolting slightly with the force, but Ryujin held steady, her focus evident. The highway stretch came up, and they accelerated side-by-side, a blur of purple and dark metal under the streetlights, as the drone struggled to keep pace.

But Shuhua’s relentless aggression eventually worked against her. In her haste to push ahead, she miscalculated on a hairpin turn, skidding too wide. Ryujin seized the moment, her Mustang gliding forward in a flawless maneuver that left Shuhua behind, forced to regain control as Ryujin sped through the final straight.

The crowd erupted as Ryujin crossed the finish line first, her Mustang roaring in victory while Shuhua’s car coasted in moments later. Applause and cheers echoed, and Ryujin climbed out, raising an arm with a confident grin, though her eyes searched the crowd until they found yours.

The look she gave you was unmistakably triumphant, but Shuhua’s dark gaze lingered on you from the sidelines, the subtle resentment now impossible to ignore.

“Celebration at Cheuksin’s usual spot. You coming?” Ryujin asks you, as she walked closer with a proud smile on her face.

As the cheers erupted for Sohyun and Ryujins’s victory, you noticed Shuhua glaring from across the lot, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, jaw clenched. She leaned against her car, eyes narrowed in your direction, her expression a mix of irritation and something sharper—betrayal, maybe. It was clear your choice to congratulate Sohyun and Ryujin with a triumphant look on your face, Cheuksin racers, had struck a nerve.

You tried to ignore her, focusing on the buzz of the crowd, but Shuhua’s stare felt like a weight on your chest. When her car door slammed shut, you couldn’t help but glance back at her. She was watching as Ryujin pulled you into the fold, her gaze seething with resentment. A knowing smirk played on Ryujin’s face as she noticed, clearly enjoying the fact that you’d chosen her side over Djinn’s tonight.

Shuhua didn’t bother hiding her irritation, stepping forward with quick, almost hostile strides, stopping just shy of where you stood. “So this is what you’re into now?” she asked, her voice low but laced with disdain. “Congratulating the enemy?”

The bitterness in her tone caught you off guard. You’d expected her to be angry, but this was something else—pettiness. You squared your shoulders, keeping your expression neutral as you met her gaze.

“It’s not about sides, Shuhua. Sohyun earned a win against Yeonjun, and she won against you fair and square. I’m just giving credit where it’s due.”

Her lips twisted into a scowl, her eyes flashing with anger. “Funny. Didn’t see you applauding anyone on our team like that. Maybe I should’ve guessed you’d switch sides eventually.”

You opened your mouth to reply, trying to express that it was your first time at a Turf Race since your brother's time, but the sound of Ryujin’s voice interrupted. “Problem here, Shuhua?” Ryujin’s tone was cool, almost mocking, as she leaned casually against Sohyun’s car. Her gaze drifted between the two of you, and you could see the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Shuhua’s eyes narrowed further, her posture stiffening. “Nothing that concerns you, Ryujin.”

“Right.” Ryujin pushed herself off the car, raising an eyebrow. “Then maybe you should get going. You’ve got a lot of angry teammates waiting for you over there.”

For a moment, it seemed like Shuhua was going to retaliate, but she only gave a scoff, her glare burning holes into you. She took a step closer, her voice barely more than a whisper, but her words were sharp enough to cut. “Fine. Go ahead, get cozy with Cheuksin. But don’t come running back when things go south.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel, her car roaring to life a moment later. She drove off, her headlights cutting through the dark as she disappeared into the night.

The sound of her car receding left a strange emptiness, but at the same time, you felt lighter, as if her departure had freed you from some invisible weight. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension, but Ryujin’s eyes were on you, her smirk turning into something softer.

“Guess she didn’t take that well,” she said, an amused glint in her eye.

“Guess not,” you replied, managing a wry smile. “But I didn’t expect her to, anyway.”

Ryujin’s expression softened just a bit. “You know, you’re always welcome here. Djinn doesn’t seem to appreciate what they’ve got, anyway.”

“Yeah, well…” You let out a small chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. “Guess I’m flying solo tonight.”

Ryujin’s gaze lingered on you, searching your face as if trying to read something in the expression you didn’t realize you were wearing. “Well,” she said, her voice softer now, “I’m glad you’re here. It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone new rooting for us.”

She nodded toward the starting line where Sohyun was grinning with some other Cheuksin racers. You felt a warmth in her words that you hadn’t felt from Djinn in a long time—a genuine sense of belonging that had been missing.

After a beat, you gave a small nod. “That invitation, by the way, I’ll come with.”

Ryujin’s smile grew, a rare, unguarded one that softened her whole expression. “Good. We’ll save you a spot.” She gave you a casual, two-finger salute before heading off toward Sohyun, her energy as bright as the streetlights that lined the makeshift track.

As you watched them go, you felt a sense of belonging you hadn’t felt in a long time, even if only for the night. And maybe, just maybe, this was a new beginning—a fresh start in a world as thrilling as it was ruthless.

Ryujin’s offer lingered in your mind as you climbed into the passenger seat of her Mustang. The engine hummed beneath you, the low rumble almost soothing as the night air washed over you through the open windows. Silence settled between you both for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. Instead, it felt oddly comfortable, like the two of you had known each other for a long time.

As she shifted gears, Ryujin glanced over at you. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… what’s your story? I mean, everyone here’s got one, right?”

You hesitated, not out of reluctance but because it was rare that anyone wanted to know about your life in Incheon. “It’s… not much, really. I grew up in Incheon with my older brother, Jeon Wonwoo. He owned a mechanic shop where I work.”

Ryujin’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Wait, that Wonwoo? The racer who used to sweep the Incheon street race scene in 2010 and 11?”

You chuckled softly, nodding. “Yep, that’s him. He’s a legend in his own right. He started teaching me to drive when I was thirteen. It was mostly just us. Our parents… well, my mom wasn’t around much, and my dad left when I was a kid.”

Ryujin’s expression softened, and she seemed to choose her next words carefully. “I didn’t know. I mean, everyone talks about how tough Djinn racers are, but… sounds like you’ve had to be strong for a while.”

You shrugged, smiling to break the heaviness of the conversation. “Guess I have. I wasn’t ever really a part of Djinn. I raced a little since it was a way to keep close to Wonwoo—and stay sane. We kept to the Incheon territory, though. Only moved closer to Seoul recently, just about half an hour away from his shop.”

Ryujin let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “You’re full of surprises.”

The atmosphere was exciting when you arrived under the bridge—a secluded spot by the river where Cheuksin’s celebrations were already underway. A few makeshift tables were set up with snacks and drinks, laughter and conversation echoing in the open space. The crew was relaxed, celebrating Sohyun’s recent win and Ryujin’s victory over Shuhua. You felt eyes on you as you joined the group, but it wasn’t the judgmental kind; it was welcoming, curious, and like they were excited to have you here.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn toward Sohyun more than anyone else. Sure, you couldn’t deny how insanely hot she was, her dark eyes reflecting the night lights with a gleam that seemed to have its own gravitational pull. But there was something else, something deeper about her that you found irresistible—like the way her laughter sounded so genuine, effortlessly soft and warm, or the way her smile reached her eyes, giving her a look that was both tough and vulnerable. It felt rare, almost raw, and you found yourself wanting to know more, drawn to that spark of authenticity.

You both seemingly found your way to a quieter spot under the bridge, away from the noise of the crew’s celebration, and found a spot to sit near the edge where a thin stream of water reflected the glow of the city. The muffled sounds of Cheuksin’s laughter and music drifted over, but it felt like you were in a different world with her. She kicked a stray pebble into the water, watching it ripple across the surface. Her gaze grew distant, and thoughtful, and after a moment, she began to share a piece of herself with you.

“My dad was a racer, too,” she said, her voice soft, filled with both pride and sadness. “He was a legend in Cheuksin. He wasn’t just some guy who raced; he was… someone people really looked up to. People here still talk about his driving—how he could handle sharp turns without flinching, how he somehow always knew when to make his move. It was like he had a sixth sense for the road.”

Her eyes drifted down, and a faint smile touched her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “When he passed… well, it felt like everything changed. It felt like I had to carry on that legacy, you know? Like I had this responsibility to him, to keep his memory alive by doing what he taught me.” She paused, her fingers trailing over the pavement as if drawing strength from it. “He was the reason I even fell in love with racing. It was never just a sport to him. It was life.”

You could feel the weight of her words as she spoke, and you found yourself moved by the quiet passion and pride she held for her father. At that moment, you could almost see her as the little girl who looked up to a hero, chasing his shadow on the track, trying to fill the shoes he’d left behind. There was a part of you that felt a pang of envy, a longing for the kind of bond she’d had—a parent who was present, who inspired something so profound in her.

You gave a small, understanding nod. “I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, but… I get it. My brother, he’s the one who taught me everything I know about cars, about driving. He’s… he’s my family, my reason for even being here. But it sounds like your dad was really special, Sohyun. Not everyone gets that kind of relationship.”

Her gaze softened as she looked at you, and for a moment, you could swear her eyes held the tiniest shimmer of tears that she quickly blinked away. “Thanks, Y/n. It’s nice… having someone who gets it.”

You nodded, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name—maybe it was a sense of admiration mixed with envy. “I get that. My brother’s the reason I’m here, too. He taught me everything. I mean, I guess we’re both following in someone’s footsteps.”

She tilted her head, studying you with a softness that made your heart race. “Why don’t you race more, then? I mean, you were taught by someone amazing. You have to be good.”

You looked out over the water, her question hanging between you. “Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe… I just haven’t found the right people to race with yet.”

The answer seemed to satisfy her, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Well, Cheuksin’s not so bad, right?”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Not at all.”

As the hours passed, you found yourself mingling with the rest of the crew, exchanging stories and laughter. Jaemin sat near Ryujin, loosening up a little because of the tiny pinch of liquid courage he had. Jay and Jake kept the atmosphere lively, sharing wild race stories that had everyone cracking up. Ryujin stood back, watching you integrate seamlessly, a small, proud smile on her face.

At one point, you approached her, raising a half-full cup. “You’ve got a good crew, Ryujin. They’re something else.”

She clinked her cup against yours, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And they like you, too. You know… you’d fit in here better than you think.”

For a moment, her words lingered between you, unspoken possibilities sparking in the space. The night wore on, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of connection. And as you glanced at Sohyun, who caught your eye and smiled back, you realized that this was more than just another night. It was the start of something new, something that felt like home in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

The smell of motor oil and hot metal filled the air as you leaned over the open hood of a sleek Porsche 911 GT3, tools in hand. The client had told you that the engine had been sputtering lately, and you were elbow-deep in diagnosing the issue. You twisted a wrench on the intake manifold, fingers smudged with grease and listened to the steady hum of your brother’s voice as he spoke from the other side of the car.

"Djinn's really falling apart these days, huh," Wonwoo said, shaking his head with a hint of frustration. He’d been listening to you tell your story with Cheuksin, and he had always had some strong opinions against Djinn. “They’ve always had this attitude, you know, acting like they’re untouchable. But it’s more than just confidence—it’s arrogance. And then there’s Shuhua… that whole situation just proves it. She’s part of what’s turning Djinn into something darker. I’d rather keep my distance from.”

Wonwoo’s gaze grew distant as he continued, his voice rougher, almost fed up. “Back when I first started, Djinn had always been messy, playing dirty every now and then, but they had the skill. Now? They’re obsessed with their image and that tough Incheon reputation like they’ve got something to prove. Djinn’s way of doing things—it just never sat right.”

He gave you a pointed look. “You’re better off where you are now. You need people who will have your back, not those who act like you’re replaceable.”

You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yeah, well, she and I didn’t exactly end things well, and I think she’s just bitter that I’m hanging around with Cheuksin. Honestly, it feels different there. They don’t just race together; they’re family.”

He grunted in agreement. “Anyway, I’m glad you found people who get it.”

Your brother glanced over, his expression softening. “I don’t get in your business, but Shuhua… I never liked her. She was just wrong for you.” He gave you a look, one that was protective but warm. “Oh, I knew that very well,” you say, giggling as your brother just shakes his head with a smile.

“Glad you got out of it, though. You deserve better.”

You just nodded, letting his words sink in as you leaned over to adjust the throttle position sensor, thinking of the people who had reached out since Turf Races—Sohyun’s soft smile and Ryujin’s confidence among them.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, and Ryujin’s name lit up the screen. She’d texted, asking if you could take a look at her car. Something’s off with it, she said, though you had a suspicion she was also using this as an excuse to see you.

Within an hour, Ryujin pulled up outside the shop in her deep purple Mustang, the engine rumbling smoothly despite whatever mysterious problem she’d reported. She stepped out, her gaze trailing over you as you wiped grease from your hands on a rag.

You were still in your navy cargo pants and a black tank top, your hair a bit messy in a bun, dirt-streaked on your skin. She saw the slight muscles in your arms, as your veiny hands gripped around a wrench.

Her smirk widened, clearly taking in the whole scene. “Didn’t realize I’d be walking in on a dirty Y/n,” she said, eyeing you playfully. “It’s… a nice look.”

“Should’ve called ahead, then,” you shot back with a smile, feeling her gaze linger a second too long.

She only laughed and nodded toward her car. “All right, it’s got a weird rattling noise, but it only happens at high speeds. I thought I’d better bring it to someone who knows her way around a proper car.”

You crouched by the front tire, checking over the suspension. “Let me guess—started happening right after that race with Shuhua?”

Ryujin’s mouth curved into a grin, clearly impressed. “You got it. That girl drives like she’s out to kill people on the road.”

After a quick check, you found the issue—loose bolts in the wheel well. You went to work tightening them, Ryujin leaning against her car, still watching. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and interest, clearly captivated by this side of you.

Wonwoo stepped out of the office as you tightened the final bolt, wiping his hands on his rag. His gaze moved between the two of you, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the energy.

“Ah, so you’re Ryujin,” he said with a slight nod. “Y/n’s told me about you—quite the leader of Cheuksin, right?”

Ryujin’s eyes widened briefly, almost like she’d just met a legend herself. “Jeon Wonwoo, the solo racer of Incheon. You’re kind of a big deal, you know?” she said with a smile, clearly flattered and maybe a bit nervous.

Wonwoo chuckled, giving you a quick look that conveyed a silent approval. He practically sized her up, his gaze landing back on you with an approving nod. Unlike how he looked at Shuhua, his eyes softened, silently telling you he approved.

Ryujin grinned, crossing her arms. “Well, I’m glad she decided to check us out. We’re actually having another race soon, with some Seoul crews next week. It’s a bit of a tradition—a weekly thing for us. What do you say, Y/n? Want to come back for round two?”

You glanced at Wonwoo, who shrugged, his expression encouraging. “Go have fun. I’ll hold down the shop.”

Looking back at Ryujin, you nodded, feeling a spark of excitement. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Could be fun.”

Ryujin’s smile grew, and she extended her fist for a bump. “Can’t wait to see what you bring to the table this time.” She winked, casting one last glance your way before heading out to her car, her gaze still lingering a bit longer than usual.

“So that’s who you're crushing over? I’m gonna have to see this Sohyun girl, too, if Ryujin has some competition.” You rolled your eyes as your brother laughed. Beginning to think out loud, you asked, “What if I raced in Seoul next week? I can also visit Isa and stuff.

Your brother looked at you in surprise as you shrugged, “Why not, right? It could be a fresh start for me. Besides, they aren’t that far from my house.”

Those words you last told your brother that week had you excited. The days leading up to the race were filled with a sense of anticipation that you hadn’t felt in a while.

You had always loved the thrill of racing, but this time, it felt different. It felt refreshing, like the start of something new. It had been a while since you’d felt this spark, and the thought of joining Cheuksin again made your heart race faster than any car ever could.

The morning of the race, you set out for Seoul three hours earlier than you needed to, giving yourself plenty of time to soak in the city vibe and clear your head. You revved up your car—your pride and joy, a classic 1967 Ford Mustang GT Fastback in a sleek black that gleamed under the early morning sun. The sound of that engine roaring to life was music to your ears. The streets blurred as you drove through the familiar roads, heading straight to the city.

Once you reached Seoul, you made a quick stop before the race. It had been months since you last saw Isa, and now that she had moved to the city, you figured it was the perfect chance to catch up. You parked your Mustang in a nearby alley and made your way to the café she owned, a cozy little place tucked between two buildings, its warm lights glowing in the early afternoon.

You pushed the door open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Isa was behind the counter, a broad smile spreading across her face as she spotted you.

“Y/n!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she set down the coffee she was making. You couldn’t help but grin as you stepped up to the counter.

“I know, I know,” you said, holding up your hands. “I’m a little late, but I had to stop by the shop and—"

“Don’t tell me you’ve been racing again!” Isa interrupted her tone, a playful mix of disbelief and amusement. You had caught her up, just a little bit through messages

You laughed and nodded. “Not yet, but I’ve been getting to know some people from Cheuksin. Remember the crew I told you about on the phone?”

Isa raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. “The ones you’re crushing on?” she teased, clearly enjoying the situation.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Stop it,” you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Isa always knew how to tease you. “It’s not like that,” you added, though you weren’t entirely sure she’d buy it. You hadn’t talked about Ryujin or Sohyun much with her before, and suddenly, it felt like maybe you’d said too much.

Isa smirked but didn’t push further—at least not yet. “Uh-huh, sure. So, what’s going on with these two? You’ve never mentioned anyone like that before.”

You bit your lip, unsure whether to share everything. But Isa was your best friend, and she always got the full scoop. After a beat, you decided to show her.

"Okay, fine," you said, pulling out your phone and unlocking it. "Here's Ryujin," you said, flipping through to her socials and handing Isa the phone.

Isa started scrolling through the pictures, pausing to glance at Ryujin’s confident smile in one photo a close-up shot of her behind the wheel of a car in another. Ryujin’s feed was full of racing shots, casual selfies, and posts about her crew. You could tell she had a strong presence.

“She’s definitely a looker,” Isa said, flicking through more pictures. “But, hmm, there's this whole vibe to her, right? I get it, though, girl. I mean, she’s got that ‘don’t mess with me’ thing down… How do you feel about her?”

You hesitated. "I don’t know. She’s intense, but in a good way, I guess? But there’s something... about her. I can’t really put my finger on it yet."

Isa raised her eyebrows and handed the phone back to you. “Okay, well, who’s the other one?”

You quickly scrolled to Sohyun’s profile. “This is Sohyun. She’s a little different, though. Her whole vibe is a lot more laid-back, a bit shy at times, and gets nervous pretty quickly.”

Isa peered at the screen, studying the photos of Sohyun—mostly candid shots, some from races, some from everyday life. Her feed wasn’t as flashy as Ryujin’s but had a more subtle elegance.

“She is one fine specimen,” she mumbles, ensuing a laugh out of you. “She seems more relaxed,” Isa said after a moment, tapping the screen. “I get it—there’s this calm confidence about her. And I can tell she’s serious about racing, too.”

You nodded. “Yeah, exactly. She’s got this whole history with racing. Her dad was a legend before he passed, and she’s been carrying that legacy. It’s... kind of inspiring, honestly.”

Isa leaned back in her chair, taking in all the new information. “Okay, so? Are you gonna be picking one of them?”

You let out a breath, feeling the weight of it all. “Isa, I literally just met them a week ago. How about, I get to know both better before I go feral.”

Isa smirked again, clearly entertained by the situation. “It’s never simple. But don’t let this drama distract you from the racing. You’ve got some big things coming up, right?”

You chuckled, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, I guess so. Gotta keep focused.”

She grinned, her teasing tone lightening the mood. “Just make sure you don’t let those girls distract you too much. But hey, love triangle or not, I’m all in for the chaos. Go for it, Y/n.”

As Isa started talking about her life in Seoul and her new job, you leaned back in your chair, the conversation drifting, but your mind still lingering on the races and what was unfolding with Ryujin and Sohyun. This was just the beginning, and the more you thought about it, the more it felt like a new chapter was taking shape.

You sipped your drink, feeling the cool sweetness hit your tongue as you leaned on the counter. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to head out to the race in a bit.”

Isa chuckled, reaching under the counter to grab a fresh pastry. “The queen of speed herself coming back. And I can see you getting all excited about this. What happened with Shuhua, by the way? You said something about her in your texts last week.”

You sighed at the topic of her, hearing the name irritating you slightly as you took another sip from your iced latte. "Well, let’s just say I broke up with her then she wasn’t not happy that I hung out with Cheuksin that night. Things got pretty heated between us."

Isa narrowed her eyes, clearly curious. “So to clarify, she’s your ex now?”

“Yeah, she is.” You could feel the tension in your shoulders begone as you said the words. Isa’s gaze was soft and understanding.

“So, you’re really going back to race with them, huh? And you’re excited about it?” she asked, her smile returning.

“I am,” you said with a laugh, finally feeling the weight of the conversation lift. “It’s a fresh start. I get to race, and I get to hang out with people who actually feel like a crew, a family. Djinn? They were never that for me.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me how messed up they were,” Isa replied, shaking her head. “You’ve been through a lot with them. It’s about time you found a better group of people.”

You gave her a grateful look, feeling her words sink in. “You’re right. Honestly, I think tonight's race will help me figure out what I want to do.”

Isa grinned, leaning against the counter. “You’re going to crush them. I just know it. But, hey, I’m excited to see you get back on track. Just don’t forget about me when you become famous… again.”

“Of course not,” you said, laughing. “I’ll come visit you and make sure you’re not drowning in coffee orders.”

She handed you a snack—a small chocolate muffin, rich and velvety, the kind you couldn’t help but indulge in. “Here, a little something for the road. Go kick some ass tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said with a smile, wrapping your hands around the tiny baked good. “I’ll send you a message later. Maybe we can hang out after this whole thing is over.”

With that, you waved goodbye to Isa, leaving the café with a renewed sense of energy. The city felt different as you returned to your Mustang. You couldn’t wait to see where the night would take you, but you knew this was only the beginning.

You slid into your car, revving the engine as you made your way to the race location, your mind buzzing excitedly. This was your time to show everyone the “old” you.

As you cruised through the streets of Seoul, the excitement in your chest was palpable. The city lights, the neon signs flashing by, the hum of your Mustang’s engine—everything felt busy. The streets were crowded with cars, each one heading toward the race location, and you could feel the buzz of anticipation building with every turn you made. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

This wasn’t just another street race—it was the race in Seoul, where some of the best drivers gathered, and you were about to make your debut.

You reached the location in the middle of the city, an intersection where the hum of engines roared in the night, and the air was thick with the sound of revving engines.

This was on another level. The streets were lined with cars—muscle, imports, classics—all ready for the challenge. Crowds of spectators lined the sidewalks, many with their phones out, recording the race or chatting with friends about who they thought would win.

Ryujin, Sohyun, and the rest of Cheuksin were already there, and they couldn’t help but gawk when you pulled in. The black paint and muscle-car design was a contrast to the newer, sleeker cars around it, but it stood out in a way that made heads turn.

Sohyun’s eyes lit up as she walked over to your car. “You have a Fastback?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement. “It’s… it’s my dream car. Before I got my dad’s car, I used to have posters of this thing everywhere.” Her hands brushed against the hood.

Ryujin stepped forward with a grin. “I gotta say, I didn’t expect you to show up with such a beast. Are you racing tonight?” she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of respect.

You gave a quick nod, excitement building in your chest. “Yeah, I’m racing tonight. I didn’t come all the way out here just to watch.”

The group watched you intently as if waiting for you to prove yourself. And then Jake, stepped up, an eager grin on his face. “Hey, you racing tonight? We wanna see the ‘famous’ Y/n in action.”

You found his friendly smile endearing and his words fairly genuine, so you were ready. “I’m game,” you said, the thrill of the night flooding your veins.

Everyone gathered around, watching as Ryujin became the flag girl for the race. She stood at the starting line, holding a signal flag with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Alright, you know the rules,” she called out to everyone. “Keep it clean—aggression is allowed, but no dirty tactics. We race fair in Seoul.” She grinned at you. “And most importantly, have fun.”

You gave a confident nod, tightening your grip on the steering wheel. The drone hovered overhead, its camera poised to capture every moment. The countdown began, and the crowd grew hushed, all eyes on the street in front of you.

With a roar, the flag dropped, and you slammed your foot on the gas.

The Mustang surged forward, its engine roaring to life as you pushed it into the streets of Seoul. The roar of the engine, the shifting of gears, the screech of tires—it all blurred together as you tore down the road. The night air whipped past you, but the focus was on the road ahead. The sharp turns of the city tested your skill, but you barely slowed down. You shifted, braked, and powered through every curve, your car hugging the asphalt with precision.

You were so far ahead of the pack that it felt like you were in a different race altogether. As you drifted through a tight corner, the car sliding sideways and gripping the road as if it were an extension of you, you knew the others were starting to realize something—you were no amateur.

The drone followed closely, capturing every drift, every move, as you expertly navigated the tight streets. Pedestrian cars honked as you narrowly avoided them, but your eyes never left the road. The cityscape blurred as you shot through alleyways and highways, your Mustang handling every turn with an almost unnatural precision.

It was a battle of skill and speed, and you could feel your heart racing along with the engine. But as you neared the finish line, you knew you had this. The familiar area near Cheuksin came into view, and you gunned the engine one last time.

You crossed the finish line in a blur, the crowd erupting into cheers. As you slowed down, you could hear the sounds of approval—whistles, cheers, the buzz of phones as people recorded the moment.

Ryujin and Sohyun were already looking at their phones, and as soon as they saw you pull in, their eyes widened. They instantly knew what they had just witnessed. They both exchanged a glance, knowing they were far more impressed than they had been just moments before.

Ryujin’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before she gave a satisfied grin. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You definitely brought it.”

Sohyun nodded, her expression soft but filled with admiration. “I’ve never seen anyone handle a car like that. You’re something else, Y/n.”

As the adrenaline settled in your veins, you leaned back in the seat of your car, a satisfied smile on your lips. Tonight, you had shown them what you were capable of—and it was only the beginning.

You smiled, feeling the rush of the race still pumping through your veins. “Thanks for inviting me. I couldn’t have asked for a better competition.”

Ryujin chuckled, glancing at Sohyun, then back to you. “Well, you definitely made him work for it. But I gotta admit… you’ve got me hooked. Can’t wait to see what else you’ve got.”

Sohyun nodded, her lips pulling into a soft smile. “Yeah, same here. It’s clear you know exactly what you’re doing.”

As the two stood before you, it seemed as their energies shifted, and you could feel it. It wasn’t the usual camaraderie, the easy banter they had earlier. There was now tension between them—something unspoken that made the silence around them almost too loud. You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew both of them were holding back in a way they hadn’t before.

Ryujin leaned casually against the side of your car, glancing at Sohyun with a faint smirk. “So, what now? Are we done for the night?”

Sohyun didn’t answer immediately, her gaze flicking briefly to Ryujin, then back to you. “I think… I think we’re just getting started.” Her voice was almost too soft, but there was a weight behind her words that caught you off guard.

For a split second, the world seemed to slow down. It was clear. Both of them were feeling something more than admiration. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen—not between the two of them, especially not in this moment.

Ryujin’s eyes flickered, her usual teasing tone replaced with something more guarded. “We’ll see about that,” she muttered, though the edge in her voice made it sound more like a challenge than anything else.

Sohyun stood a little straighter, but there was a softness to her expression, a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll see,” she echoed, her eyes lingering on you for a fraction longer than was comfortable.

The silence hung between the three of you for a moment, tension threading through the air, neither of them willing to break it first. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond, but before you could say anything, a shout from the crowd broke the moment, pulling everyone’s attention away.

As the noise swelled around you, both Sohyun and Ryujin looked away at the same time, their faces neutral but with something deeper lingering beneath the surface. You could feel the shift in the air as both women subtly moved apart, the unspoken competition between them growing stronger by the second.

‘What the actual fuck just happened???’ You thought, extremely confused at what just occurred.

You stood there, caught in the middle, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. It was the first time you had ever felt a distance between them. And for the first time, you couldn’t help but wonder how this would all play out.

But for now, you were the one with the upper hand. You’d won the race. Now, you need to think about what to do with these two.

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