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The Sound of Sunshine - L.N. 4

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Summary: Lando vacations in Hawaii for the first time over the winter break, where he meets a carefree surfer who turns his world upside down

Pairing: Lando Norris x Female OC

CW: alcohol consumption and some swearing

A/N: yayyyy it’s here! Idk how many parts this will have so we’re all just here for the ride heheh. As usual, I do not utilize YN, so OC is a named character xx 🌞 this series DOES have a playlist I put together—it is linked below 💛 Divider is by @enchanthings-a

Word Count: 2.2k

* DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

Lando’s POV

He was probably on his fourth piña colada as he drunkenly sprawled out on the beach once more. Fresh off the Constructor’s Championship win, and Lando felt phenomenal. Taking a solo trip had been on his bucket list for a while, so he figured there was no better time to take it than after securing the historical title for McLaren. After all, he deserved it.

The familiar taste of pineapple and coconut burned down his throat blissfully. His sunglass hung low on his nose, as he enjoyed the relatively quiet beach. Hawaii had been wonderfully welcoming for his first two days—the girls on the beach were definitely a contributing factor. His eyes grazed through every bikini-clad body in the vicinity until his eyes landed on her. He sat up a bit straighter, even going as far as to take off his sunglasses to get a better view. He had to be sure he was seeing things correctly, because she was gorgeous.

Her dirty blonde hair was braided back into a ponytail, with a few colorful beads woven into some strands of the hair. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she stood next to a light blue surfboard that was painted with various little drawings and illustrations. Each drawing was a bit eccentric. There were some two-headed giraffes, some weird blob things, fruit with eyes…weirdly enough, Lando found the art style creative (despite how utterly trippy it was). She wore a blue surf suit that correlated with her board. Her hands were on her hips as she stared out to the ocean, seemingly lost in thought.

Maybe it was in the way she held herself, or perhaps it was the over abundance of rum circulating through his system, but she radiated sunshine. If the color yellow was personified, it would be the mystery girl that Lando was admiring from afar. He watched as she picked up the board, then treaded into the water. She moved with such precision and grace, it was almost like a dance. Each step, each little movement, was calculated and thoughtful. He brought his knees upwards, then leaned against them, watching as she sat on the board.

Lando didn’t know anything about surfing. He saw the movie Soul Surfer once and it was basically enough to deter him for good. Shark attacks? No thanks. But as a large wave came her way, he watched as she fearlessly stood on her board. It was fascinating to watch in person, as she effortlessly rode the wave with no issues in the slightest. Lando didn’t even realize his drink was gone again until he was met with the horrible bits of pineapple at the bottom of the glass. He grimaced at the texture as he set it beside him. He watched the girl swim back to shore with her board, before she started cheering, and running over to her friends.

Lando didn’t even notice she was here with other people, though his head was so foggy from the alcohol that he didn’t think he’d notice anybody else on the beach if they weren’t her. Despite the overwhelming tunnel vision he had from the rum, she was still brighter than the sun in his eyes. He wanted to go talk to her—he desperately wanted to; but he knew that if he were to go over there in his current state, it wouldn’t end well. He couldn’t talk to someone as beautiful as her while he was this far gone. It’d be way too hard of a hit on his ego; it’s not a risk he’s willing to take.

Then, she looked over at him.

Lando’s whole world seemingly stopped. The small action could’ve sobered him up instantaneously; it was like a bolt of lightning straight through his heart. Then, she smiled. Maybe it was the fact that he was drunk and dehydrated, but he decided to write his sudden dizziness up to love at first sight…but then again, he’d always been a hopeless romantic when he’s wasted. And right now? He was definitely wasted. As he drabbled himself through a lecture on drinking too much, he hoisted himself to his feet. He grabbed his towel off of the sand, then shook it out.

“You, uh, look like you had too much fun.”

Lando turned, and thought for a moment he was going to throw up. Part from the rum, and part from the fact that she was right next to him now. She folded her arms across her chest, with a playful smirk on her lips.

“Huh?” He choked out as his face immediately flushed in embarrassment. He watched as she bent over, picking up his empty glass from the sand. She brought it up to her nose, sniffing it lightly.

“Piña colada?” She laughed in amusement, meeting his gaze again. “You know, rum just makes me puke.”

“I, uh—“

“Did you forget words today, pretty boy?” She teased, with her tone light like a song. Lando was utterly hypnotized. Every slight movement she made, every word that fell from her lips—she was like a drug. He soaked in her presence like it was something he couldn’t live without. She extended her hand towards him confidently. “I’m Kailani, but everyone just calls me Kiki.”

“Lando,” was all he blurted as he took her hand in his. He probably held his breath for the entirety of their brief handshake, until he dropped it once more. “Sorry, I just, um, can’t think straight right now. That was my fourth one.” Kiki’s eyes widened as she looked at the empty glass, then back to him.

“Holy shit, Romeo,” her voice was laced with amusement. Lando was surprised at the sudden vulgarity in her speech. “I can barely get past two. You must have a high tolerance for alcohol.”

“I mean, I party a lot,” Lando drunkly shrugged. “Plus I sometimes get sprayed with champagne at work—if I win, anyways.”

“Is that, like, a sexual thing?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Who the hell gets champagne at work? What are you even winning?” His face was beet red almost instantly.

“Holy shit,” he buried his face in his hands. This was going horribly for him. “No, fuck. Sorry. I’m a Formula 1 driver? You know, the champagne celebrations on the podiums?” He looked back at her, but her expression was blank—like his explanation went right over her head.

“I’ll pretend like I know what that means,” she finally said, punctuating her sentence with a wink. “Soooo, you’re clearly not from Hawaii, given the accent.”

“Bristol,” Lando clarified, though the word barely came out in any sort of understandable fashion. “I was born in Bristol.” Kiki smiled.

“Hmm,” she hummed before holding out her arm. “You can barely stand up straight. Let me help you get back to wherever you’re staying.”

While Lando had enough shots at his dignity today, he definitely wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to put his arms around her—he’d be fucking stupid if he were to reject that offer. After all, she was the one who suggested it. It’d be rude to decline, truly. He gave her a lopsided smile before swinging his arm around her shoulders. She smelled like coconut sunscreen, which, just then, became Lando’s new favorite smell.

“You’re pretty,” he found himself slurring before any ounce of sober Lando could try to stop him. Kiki just laughed as they made their way along the beach, towards her surfboard. Her friends had seemingly disappeared, leaving it at just the two of them.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she stated. “Maybe when you’re sober again, we can grab a drink—non-alcoholic, of course. You’re cut off.” Lando raised his eyebrows, then looked down at her.

“Does that mean I get your number?” He asked, trying not to sound too giddy (and failing miserably). Kiki just smiled, but remained quiet. Lando groaned at her teasing, then looked ahead once more.

“Let’s see how long I last with drunk you first, Romeo,” she commented. Her arm left his back far sooner than he would’ve liked, sending an ache through his chest. His arm dropped down to his side as she picked the board up. “Where are you staying?” She faced him again, but Lando could barely process his thoughts. He was never a big fan of brown eyes, but perhaps brown could be his new favorite color, too—he was discovering an abundance of new favorites today, with her.

“The resort down the block,” he finally responded. Kiki whistled.

“That’s pricey,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him as she wrapped her arm around him once more. “Romeo’s got money.”

“I’m a celebrity, you know,” Lando bragged, though it wasn’t much to be impressed by in his drunken state of mind. “I can’t believe you don’t know what Formula 1 is.”

“I don’t have a TV,” Kiki explained simply as they began walking again towards the parking lot. Lando’s eyes narrowed. No TV? He guessed it wasn’t completely unheard of, but still, odd nonetheless.

“You could look me up on Instagram,” he proudly suggested. “I’ve got nine million followers.” Kiki stopped in front of an old, beaten up pickup truck. It was a horrible teal color with rust along the tire rims, and chipped paint on the doors. Lando looked down at her. “There’s no way this thing runs.” She tossed her surfboard in the bed of the truck before unlocking the passenger side door.

“Oh, she runs,” Kiki met Lando’s gaze with a mischievous smirk. She studied him intently, with her eyes grazing his body from head to toe. Lando cleared his throat as she opened his door. “And I don’t have a smartphone. So that cancels out your Instagram proof, Romeo.” Lando tentatively climbed into the truck as she shut the door behind him. No TV, no smartphone…what did she do for fun? Lando couldn’t really comprehend why someone would willingly go without those in their life—how did she keep up to date with anything?

“How do you call people?” He asked as she climbed into the drivers seat. The truck barely sputtered on as she put her keys in the ignition. She laughed before backing out of her parking spot.

“I have a phone,” she clarified, “just…not a smartphone.” He watched as Kiki reached down—rolling down her window with a small lever on her door. Despite his speechlessness at how off the grid she seemed to live, Lando couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his lips. It was refreshing, in a way.

“I couldn’t last twenty four hours without mine,” he admitted with a drunken laugh. “I’ve got people calling me constantly. Whether it’s about work or media appearances…it’s exhausting.” Kiki laughed along with him as she stuck her free arm out of the window while she drove. She leaned her head back against the seat, sighing.

“God, I couldn’t imagine,” she stated. Lando rolled down his window, then watched as they drove down the streets of Honolulu. “The only time work calls me is if the school is closed for inclement weather.”

“School?” He repeated. “You work at a school?”

“Elementary music,” she clarified. “We’re working on our Christmas program right now.”

The truck began to slow as she entered the parking lot of the resort. It was about as busy as it was when Lando first left it over five hours ago. He subconsciously let out a long sigh, dreading going inside. While taking a solo trip was nice, there were too many people at the hotel who seemed to recognize him. Plus, getting out meant leaving Kiki—he didn’t exactly want to do that just yet. He turned his head to find her already staring at him, which prompted another crooked grin from him.

“A music teacher,” he cooed. “A surfer and a music teacher? Weirdly fitting.”

“Do you need help getting inside?” Kiki questioned as she shifted the vehicle into ‘park’. Lando lazily shook his head.

“Nah, they’ll spread rumors,” he murmured disappointedly. “I can see the article now: Lando Norris spotted with an absolute babe—“

“Oh god,” she laughed. She pushed a few loose strands of her damp hair behind her ears. “Then I guess I better give you my number so I know when you make it to your room safely.” Lando eagerly grabbed his phone from the pocket of his swim trunks.

“Well, of course,” he agreed while passing her the device. “For safety purposes.” Kiki took it from him, with her fingers gently brushing against the back of his hand. He stared dreamily towards her, watching as she added in her contact information. When she passed it back to him, Lando felt like a kid on Christmas.

“I cross my heart that I will let you know when I’m in my room,” he said as he put his phone back in his pocket. He opened the door, then hopped out of the truck.

“Oh,” she clicked her tongue in disapproval, “sorry. I only deal in pinky promises.” She held her pinky out to him. Lando rolled his eyes, but accepted the gesture anyways.

“I pinky promise, then,” he hummed. “Drive safe, Juliet.”

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papaya-twinks · 6 months ago

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Helluuu!!

May I ask for Lando X reader where they used to date but Lando kinda cheated on reader who is still friend with mostly on the drivers and she goes to a race with her new boyfriend (someone like Benjamin Pavard, the football player or Jude Bellingham) and Lando is so jealous cause he is still madly in love with her???

Thank you soooo muchhhhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, 18+, cheating, angst

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - I’m doing the new boyfriend as Kacper Urbanski (he’s FIT in my eyes and he’s my age 🤪 but I don’t speak Polish so LIVE WITH IT GRRRR 👿)

How could someone be so stupid? Somehow, both you and Lando and that question. How could you be so stupid to ever believe Lando when he told you he wouldn’t cheat? When here he was, bringing in another woman whilst you were asleep in the other room. And for Lando, how could he be so stupid to cheat on you?

“Kacper?” you walked into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend standing there. “Hey,” he smiled to you as you walked in, wrapping your arms round his waist. “Ready to go?” you nodded to his question, clutching your paddock pass. You hadn’t been to a race since Bahrain at the start of 2024, at the very end of the day, when you’d found out he was cheating. Lando.

Your relationship with Lando had been public, and neither was your current one with Kacper. But you’d be using the Grand Prix as the perfect opportunity to spill to the world about Kacper, Lando was irrelevant. Thankfully, your friendship with Oscar had remained, if not strengthened, as he knew of the incident, and he’d invited you to watch the race.

Yes, you’d be in close proximity to Lando, but you’d be able to stay away from him with ease. “Who the fuck is he?” Lando asked, walking up to one of the engineers is his garage as he saw a man walk in…with you. It felt like the first time he’d seen you, actually.

He fell in love with your eyes first, his gaze now landing on your pretty Y/E/C eyes. His eyes roved over you, his face mutated into a scowl at the sight of Kacper by your side. “Some footie player, Kacper Urbanski,” the engineer shrugged. The name sounded almost displeasurable to a Lando (no hate to Kacper, he’s hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵) as he stared.

You caught his eyes, your eyes half widening at the sight of Lando as you walked straight through the garage and to Oscar’s. “Just saw someone,” Lando muttered vaguely, walking into Oscar’s part of the garage. “Hey mate,” Oscar said, residing an eyebrow. “Gonna to speak to someone,” Kacper said, standing a few feet from Lando and Oscar.

“Hey,” Lando said nonchalantly, looking at his teammate. “Why’s Y/N here?” he asked, almost a frown on his face as he watched you from the corner of his eyes. You still didn’t notice him, too caught up gossiping with some engineers. And then, there it was. Your eyes locked with Lando’s, and a sort of spark erupted inside of you.

You broke the eye contact first, turning your head away, much to the dismay of Lando. He didn’t consider himself a terribly bold person, but suddenly, now he had the energy to finally speak. “Y/N,” he said, standing behind you as you internally groaned. “Lando,” you nodded, turning round, noticing the small flinch from him at your cold, harsh tone.

“Why are you here?” that was the only question Lando could bring himself to ask you. “I just am,” you said, “is that an issue?”. He shook his head, eyes slightly narrowing at your dismissive tone, before an engineer called him over to prep for the race. You ended up going back to Oscar’s side of the garage, watching the race.

You were slightly surprised at the result, Max, who rarely ever made a mistake, colliding into Lando, resulting in the McLaren man getting a DNF. You weren’t sure how or why you ended up in Lando’s room, his body pressed flush against your, fireproofs discarded onto the floor, nothing but your bra and skirt on your body, the skirt rode up over your ass.

“Fuck, Lando,” your voice came out shaky, his hips rocketing into yours, the thrusts slamming into you as your body shook. He had you bent over the massage bed in his room, your head pulled slightly back by his hand on your neck, his other hand on your stomach, the feeling of the bulge in your stomach gliding along his hand as he hammered into you.

“So proud of you,” he groaned, the knot in your stomach building up for the third time, your eyes rolling. Your words filtered into moans as he pounded into you, the entire bed and consequently the wall, shaking. People definitely knew what was going on. Your boyfriend?

He was of no consequence. He’d gone off with one of his friends into another garage, and you couldn’t care less, all your attention focused on the man behind you, his hand pulling your back against his chest, your eyes rolling as your moans echoed, his own cum spilling into thick ropes inside of you as he slowed down, thrusts sloppy.

“You never should’ve left,” he groaned, still inside of you. “You never should’ve cheated,” the word ‘cheated’ melted into a shriek as he slammed his hips into you once, your eyes rolling. “Bad idea,” he said, rocking his hips into you again, knot building up faster. “Shouldn’t have opened that pretty mouth,” he huffed, pumping in and out of you.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #f1 #lando x reader #lando norris smut

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leclercskiesahead · 1 year ago

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https://formu1a.uno/ferrari-con-altezze-piu-aggressive-a-causa-della-configurazione-aero-red-bull-e-mclaren-le-piu-conservative/

It was not debunked that they chose random, there was a especulation made by autosport that is not random but this is not the same as "debunked", it's a piece of opinion

In this news I'm sharing they believe to be random

And about the impact of the strategy, as you can see in this report the biggest wear happened in the beginning of the race

In austria they almost went over limit as well and he wasn't under a bad strategy like in this one.

They also believe carlos might be with the same issue, since they had a similar setup and carlos wasn't under a one stop strategy

In the end it was mostly caused by the nature of the sprint weekend that doesn't allow them to test more and the bumps on the track.

The Race also mentioned using sensor data for selection. Autosport isn’t the only one. Also like, what are the odds that a purely random draw manages to pull out all 3 podium finishers and the pole sitter.

Yes the sprint format also hampered Charles where his team has less time to fine tune his set up. If his floor had even been half mm higher, it could have swung his test from fail to pass, since he only failed by some tenths of mm.

See I do think that Carlos being on the two-stop *could* have helped him keep under the limit, if the scrutineers did decide to call his car back, as he had more robust tyres on average across the race duration so the car can push more efficiently. Which means even if he has a lot of wear at the start, he may not have accrued enough from the remaining laps to fail.

Also if based on the race start alone, his first stint was different from Charles, because once he overtook Ham, he was holding position and just trying not to lose the place back. So for a while Charles is chasing Lando and Carlos is just holding behind. Different situation -> different pressure on the car -> different wear. Maybe that is enough to just keep under the limit. Again, even like half an mm saving by Carlos could have swung it from fail to pass.

Interestingly he did say he wore out his first set of mediums too quickly, so he could have accrued more wear at the start than Charles. So maybe he would still fail. Or maybe his set up had the plank *just* slightly higher. Or rode a few less curbs.

Even if he would fail, isn’t it good for Ferrari that they didn’t choose to call his car up? They could have potentially lost all their points but they only lose half. They also lost less points than merc. Dodge the bullet, take the points, move on to the next race.

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bupperoni-and-cheese · 1 year ago

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lil character I'm making up lol

Isabella "Izzy" Rodriguez

The Rodriguez family won the lottery of life. An entrepreneural young man met a charming businesswoman, and putting their skills and luck together, they made billions with a data company in New York, and they made sure everyone knew it. They lived lavishly out of a large mansion, drove outrageous supercars, traveled in private jets, you name it.

Of course, all this meant their daughter Isabella had an awful lot to live up to. She was under extreme pressure, her parents making sure she worked herself to the bone at some of the finest private schools in the country, with brutal punishments for anything less than true excellence. It was a rough childhood, but Isabella found success regardless, consistently placing near the top of her neuroscience classes at university. However, something was wrong.

Growing up, Isabella had an obsession with her parents' cars. Their garage was a constant rotation of the 'hot stuff' of the time, from Lamborghinis and Ferraris to Paganis and Porsches to Bugattis and Koenigseggs. However, despite Isabella's repeated pleading, she was never allowed near any of the exotic machines.

One fateful day, however, on her 20th birthday, Isabella was ordered to pick out a car from the local luxury dealership. Ecstatic, she rode over with her dad and browsed for a little while. After some time, her eye was caught by a suspiciously cheap SLR McLaren, finished in black. It was a salvage title, but the dealer couldn't say why. Regardless, they made the purchase, and the rest was history.

Isabella had a particularly restrictive childhood. She was almost never allowed to go out on her own, except for walks around the neighborhood. Hanging out with friends was out of the question, which was okay, because it's not like she really had any at school anyways.

But after receiving the Mercedes, Isabella was given the green light to drive the wheels off it. She was 20 years old now, after all. So drive the wheels off it she did. She took it absolutely everywhere; to school, to the store, to the park, to parties, to car shows, to wilder parties, to sketchier car shows...

With her newfound freedom and stunted social development, Izzy didn't really know what to do. Her weekends, which had previously mostly consisted of studying, slowly became solely occupied by partying and drinking.

Izzy's life quickly fell apart. She started drinking more often, she started failing classes, and found herself victim of crimes I don't feel comfortable writing about on multiple occasions. One night, as Izzy was being chastised by her father for coming home drunk once again, she made a big mistake.

She swore at him.

Izzy didn't know what time it was when she woke up on the front porch, but it was still dark. She had a massive headache. Everything hurt. Her tattered clothes were stained with dirt and blood. She knew one thing - she wasn't going to be allowed back inside. At that point, there was only one thing she could think to do.

She got up and limped around to the garage attached to the house, where the family's 'daily drivers' sat, including the SLR. Luckily, nobody changed the passkey yet! She opened the door, and it rumbled open. Suddenly, she heard the sound of her father yelling inside accompanied by rapid footsteps. She needed to get out of there *fast.* She grabbed the spare key she fortunately kept taped to the underside of a shelf, clambered into her car, and peeled out, although not before her father could run out and leave a dent in the rear fender, yelling unintelligibly.

She would never return.

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hockeyshmockey · 3 years ago

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Daniel Ricciardo- This is It

summary: and on that day in Melbourne, Sasha thought this could be it

warnings: it will be tooth rotting. full disclosure I do not know the names of daniel’s niece and nephew so I have taken some liberties there sorry babes

Sasha had been to plenty of races at this point. She had seen his podiums, his last race with Red Bull, his first P1 with McLaren. But as she rode in the car with Daniel and Michael to the track in Melbourne, she knew this one was special.

“How do you feel honey?” Sasha asked the driver from the back seat as their car approached the track.

“Nervous,” he admitted as her hand came onto his shoulder, nuzzling into it slightly. “But also really excited.”

“I’m excited for you,” Sasha squeezed his shoulder as they pulled into the parking lot. After some tricks played on Charles Leclerc, the three exited the car and headed to the McLaren area and garage.

The whole Ricciardo family had made their way to Melbourne to celebrate the return of F1 to their home. Sasha and Grace had been in contact all week, planning and just talking. The rest of the family would be making their way to the track to catch Daniel before the race began.

Sasha headed into Daniel’s driver’s room, sitting on the couch as he turned on his music and began to stretch as he also got dressed. Sasha knew on weekends like this to let him set the pace. She would talk if he wanted to talk, she would sit there silently, whatever he needed she followed.

“Gonna go do some reaction work with Michael,” Daniel announced as you finished a text to Grace and Michelle who were arriving soon with the rest of the family.

“Ok baby,” Sasha stood and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “Your family is almost here so I’m going to get them set up outside of hospitality. Can you meet us there before you head to the garage?”

“You got it,” he winked as they headed out of the door, him going left and her heading right.

Sasha made her way to hospitality, grabbing herself a coffee before grabbing a table outside to bask in the weather. She scrolled through her phone for a bit before she was interrupted.

“Auntie Sash!” A little voice squealed, Sasha whipping around to see Layla running towards her with an exasperated Michelle not far behind.

“Hi sweetheart!” Sasha crouched down to catch the missile of blonde toddler. “Did you have a nice drive here?”

“Yes!” the little girl nodded like a bobble head. “There were so many people!”

“I know, and they’re all here to watch Daniel, isn’t that right?” You teased as she clapped her hands in happiness. “Hi Nolan!” Sasha wrapped the boy up in her embrace, ignoring his grumble. Laughing, she turned to Michelle.

“Hi babe,” Sasha wrapped the other woman in a hug. “I’m so glad you guys are here.”

“Oh us too Sasha,” Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see her parents approaching with her husband. “This is so cool.”

As the rest of the family approached, Sasha said her hellos before settling everyone in seats to relax while waiting for Daniel to stop by. Everyone couldn’t stop talking about how exciting the event would be, and Sasha basked in the feeling of being around some of her favorite people.

Not long later, Sasha spotted Michael’s head coming through the hospitality area, knowing Daniel wouldn’t be too far behind. “Layla!” Sasha called the little girl who was on her mother’s lap. “Guess who’s coming to say hello?”

The girl got off of Michelle’s lap just as Daniel exited the building. Sasha’s heart sped up as she watched his smile split his face as he fell into a crouch to catch his niece. Sasha watched with a soft smile as he talked to the little girl, practically feeling the love vibrate off of him.

Here, surrounded by his family, Sasha knew that this is where she wanted to be for the rest of her life. She and Daniel had talked about the future before. They both wanted kids, and she was sure she wanted to marry this man.

But it was that day, sitting by a race track in Melbourne, she knew that this was it for her, nothing would make her happier than a lifetime more of these moments

#formula one #formula one imagine #f1 #f1 imagine #imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine

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lorna-d-m · 3 years ago

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Lights Out: Ch. 18

Summary: Roxanne, recently graduated and unemployed, gets a call from her childhood friend and hero: her cousin James hunt. In need of a social media manager after one too many scandals, he can think of no one better than Roxanne for the position. Excited about a fun job and getting to know more about her cousin, she jumps at the chance. However, amongst all the bright lights of both the circuit and the media, Roxanne falls in love with his rival: Niki Lauda.

Pairing: Niki Lauda (Rush 2013) x fem!OC Roxanne Hunt

Word Count: 2,001

W: language, angst, explicit content (vaginal fingering)

A/N: Check out the race report here for more info! I felt the need to address the Spanish disqualification but honestly this is not one of my fave chapters. We've got far more messy and exciting moments coming though. Any mistakes are my own, and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

previous chapter

Jarama Circuit, Spain

Sunday, April 25th, 2021

Spain. Niki felt much more relaxed in the Jarama Circuit than he ever felt at the Montjuic Circuit the previous year. He had a comfortable lead in the championship, a wonderful girlfriend he didn’t need to hide, and solid barrier construction. Sure, James Hunt and his quick McLaren unqualified him again- how was his car so quick?- but Niki didn’t worry. When Roxanne tried to slip out of bed he wrapped her in his arm, pressed his morning wood against her warm butt, and buried his face in her neck.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His lips grazed her ear and she chuckled. He continued to place little kisses across her neck.

“I need to get ready, Niki,” she paused her sentence as he brushed his lips against her chest, “and so do you.” The way he ground into the cleft of her ass showed her how little he cared about their responsibilities.

“To do what?” he countered as his hand slid between her legs. “To stand around the sweaty garage, listening to the team radios, and fussing over data? I’d much rather do this.” Niki’s fingers slipped under panties and swiped through her lips.

Roxanne decided to tease him, knowing nothing gave him more excitement than when she did. “I happen to like all those things.”

“And what is it that excites you so, hmm?” Niki spread her wetness before slipping two of his fingers inside. He smirked at the way she taunted him, knowing two could play that game.

She tried to cover up a gasp when his thumb started circling her clit, but Niki knew. He always knew. “I love when you talk about the car,” Roxanne admitted, and Niki chuckled. “You’re so passionate and excited. It turns me on.”

Roxanne practically rode his hand, and he stifled another laugh. She was so desperate for him. “Do you feel left out, Schatz? Do I spend too much time focusing on the race and not you?”

“All while you wear that fucking race suit…”

Niki knew by the needy whine and the way she squeezed his fingers that Roxanne was close. He curled his fingers, trying to find that spot that drove her wild. Niki knew he found it when she couldn’t stop the curses spilling from her mouth. “Have you thought about me fucking you, in that fucking race suit?”

“Niki, please-” she babbled, needing just one more stroke of his thumb.

“-because I know I have,” Niki quickly removed his fingers, knowing she was so close to falling off the edge. He thought the way she whined his name and arched off the bed was almost worth satisfying her then, but he knew if she fell apart that night after being on edge all day it would be much sweeter.

She batted her beautiful eyes at him, filled with want and need, and Niki smiled before rolling out of bed. “I thought you had to get ready for the day?”

“Asshole,” she groaned as he went about his morning routine.

Niki barked a laugh in front of the mirror as he fussed with his hair. “You love it, Schatz.”

***

The sun beat down on Roxanne in the viewing area, but it wasn’t just the high temperatures that made her feel hot. It started when Niki very nearly brought her to orgasm with just his fingers and the idea of fucking him in his race suit, and now she squirmed in her seat whenever she thought of him or showed him on the cameras preparing for the race. It didn’t help that for the rest of the morning he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. In the car, his hand held and rubbed her thigh. In the paddock, he kept his arm wrapped around her as his hand steadily crept lower. Before he left for the pits, Niki gave her a hug only to squeeze her ass and whisper in her ear what he would do to her after he won the race.

Suffice to say, Roxanne watched with rapt attention.

Niki started in second, but he got the jump on James when the lights went out. He led for the first third of the race, which only heightened Roxanne’s excitement. The last time he spent his day teasing her, Niki spent the whole night pleasing her.

“And it looks like the McLarens of Hunt and Mass have found another gear! They’ve been closing the gap to Niki Lauda, and they’re within striking distance now!”

“Herr Red Devil is doing his best to hold them off, but they’re rapidly gaining on him!”

“Catching and passing are two different things here in Jarama, though. With these tight, twisty corners they will be counting on Lauda making a mistake for them to get through.”

Roxanne rapidly tapped her foot against the ground as she watched Niki defend himself on the straight again. On the turns, he could easily keep the McLarens at bay, but on the expansive pitlane straight he was at risk. The cameras showed the slightest turn of his head as he checked his mirrors, trying to see which way Hunt would make his move.

“James Hunt is making a move on the inside, Lauda moves to defend, and wait! He’s outmaneuvered him! James Hunt makes his move on the outside, leaving Lauda as bait for Hunt’s teammate!”

Fuck. Jochen Mass quickly overtook Niki as well, leaving him in third position. She knew he wouldn’t like that, especially since he’d been toying with her all day about what he would do when he won. Roxanne would still be happy for him regardless of where he finished, and give him as much love as he gave her, but it would no doubt piss him off.

Niki was exactly the type of person that took anger or frustration and turned it into motivation. Sure, he was slower than both of the men he was chasing down. Sure, there was a chance that once he finally overtook them they could leapfrog him again on a straight. But Niki Lauda did not give up. It’s about being in the right position at the right time, Schatz, he would always say. Roxanne usually thought of that phrase sexually when he made her come in a mind-shattering way, but she saw its merit on the track.

With ten laps left of the race, Niki was in the right place at the right time. Mass struggled with engine problems, losing speed on some of the straights and overall lacking pace, and when smoke started pouring from his engine he was forced to pull into the pits. Niki gladly took his place on the track and started his hunt for Hunt, as the commentators affectionately called it.

“James Hunt finally takes his first victory of the season here in Spain, after a brilliant drive.”

Roxanne watched Niki on the screen, his jaw clenched, as he stood next to James on the podium. He dutifully waved to the crowd and looked at the cameras for pictures, but he didn’t smile and he didn’t celebrate. Niki stepped away from the rostrum before James could pop the bottle of champagne and no doubt drench him. The cameras shifted back to James and his celebrations, but she swore she could see Niki in his bright red suit talking into someone’s ear.

There were three times Roxanne wished she was allowed in the official race areas. First: before the race when they were preparing the cars, the screens, the drivers, and the anticipation ran through the grid. Second: when Niki won and was on top of the world. He was so cocky after a first place finish, and she wanted to grab him by his race suit and kiss his champagne tasting lips. Third: when Niki was pissed off about a race. She wanted to be a comforting presence to him or a person to vent to; whatever Niki needed.

At times like that, Roxanne felt miles away from Niki.

***

Niki didn’t say a word during the podium ceremony, but he pulled an FIA official to the side as quickly as he could. After following James so closely for the final ten laps, he had some concerns about the McLaren car. He lingered in parc ferme and studied the car, wondering what seemed different to him. As he looked at the tyre marks on the pavement, he figured it out.

The car is wider than the regulations.

He reported his thoughts to an FIA official and waited at the edge of parc ferme as the stewards measured the car. James Hunt and the McLaren team crowded around the barriers, arguing with the men that it was ridiculous, but Niki didn’t care. Rules were rules.

“It’s too wide,” the man declared. “Disqualified.”

“What?” the orange and blue McLaren crowd cried out. They started yelling at the stewards, lobbying their protests before the lawyers could.

“Disqualified,” the man repeated harshly.

Caldwell objected. “How can we be disqualified?”

“1.5 centimeters-”

“-It’s the same car-”

Niki watched the scene from afar. James argued with the steward, pinching his fingers together to show the 1.5 centimeters and how it didn’t matter, the Ferrari mechanics who crowded around to see cheered the disqualification, and the McLaren managers looked ready to tackle the stewards. He ignored the mess he created to find Roxanne and passed one of the TV presenters

“... McLaren car has proved very controversial here…”

***

With James’s disqualification, Niki would be bumped to first place and gain more points in the championship. The cameras flocked to parc ferme for the ruling, but they would soon be looking for him. Niki rushed Roxanne out of the coffee shop where she waited for him, but she stopped in her tracks when he explained.

“You did what?” Her brows creased and she looked at Niki as if he’d said the sky was green or the ocean was yellow. She knew Niki was upset with James- and rightfully so- and that he believed rules were rules, but the idea of getting James disqualified was unthinkable. Was he that petty?

“I reported James’s car to the FIA.” He said it so plainly as if he was reading from the dictionary or the newspaper. “They found it was 1.5 centimeters too wide,” Niki demonstrated the short variance with his fingers, “and he was disqualified.”

“That’s bullshit,” she said bluntly. “Does that even have the slightest impact on performance?”

“We can talk about this later, Schatz, I want to get out of here-” he took her arm to lead her away, but she swatted at his hand. She wanted to talk about this, now. Not later.

“Why? So they can’t question you? So they can’t pin it on you? So you’ll be long gone from the mess you created?”

Niki crossed his arms and spoke slowly. “Rox, rules are rules. They’re to protect us and our integrity. James broke a rule, and he was disqualified.”

She looked at the man she loved and realized she would not change his mind. Niki truly believed he had done the right thing, even if it was a dick move, and nothing Roxanne said would convince him. It would be like talking to a brick wall. Niki Lauda was a stubborn man, and Roxanne was careful about choosing her battles. This- one about the regulations and the standards- was not something she wanted to fight him about. He would insist he was correct until the end of the world.

With a huff, Roxanne followed him to the car to leave. He tried to take her hand, but she didn’t let him. She wouldn’t argue with him, but she would make her displeasure known. Niki stuck his hands in his pockets, hiding the frustrated fists. Given time she would understand why he reported it, but in the heat of the moment on that roasting, Spanish day, Roxanne thought he was nothing more than an ass.

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mysticalnightenthusiast · 3 years ago

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S.N.A.F.U- A Daniel Ricciardo FanFic CH6 'Alright Who is She? '

Over the next couple of weeks Daniel was thrown back into preparations for the 2021 season and was so busy he rarely had any time to himself. Any break he had to himself was spent on his phone texting Eadaoin a point that didn’t miss Lando’s attention.

“Alright who is she?” the young Englishman asked yanking him aside as they made their way through Heathrow Airport “you’re concentrating so hard on your phone you almost knocked over a little old lady. Your nose has been in your phone for the last two weeks. It has to be a woman. And not your mother or sister. I doubt either of those two makes you blush and giggle like a little girl.”

Daniel blushed scarlet and shoved his phone in his pocket.

“I have not been blushing and giggling like a little girl,” he mumbled.

Lando rolled his eyes.

“Bullshit,” he said “every minute I’ve seen you not doing work related stuff in the last two weeks you’ve been furiously texting someone even when you came out to dinner with me Andreas and Zak last week you were texting under the dining table....yeah I noticed all of us did mate.”

“No waaaay!” Daniel groaned.

“Yes way,” Lando replied with a grin “everyone at McLaren has noticed when you’re not working you’re distracted AF. Everyone from the cooks in the cafeteria at headquarters to Zak....so who is she?”

“None of your business,” Daniel replied pointedly ignoring his colleague’s line of questioning “didn’t your Mum teach you not to be so nosy?”

Lando snorted.

“Yup!” he said with a grin “but I didn’t listen. So, who is she?”

“If I don’t tell you you’re going to piss me off all the way to Bahrain aren’t you?” Daniel asked in exasperation.

“You bet I will,” Lando said with a great snort of laughter.

“Not even Verstappen is this much of a pain in my ass,” Daniel declared dryly “the pair of you are forming a giant hemorrhoid.”

“What are friends for huh?” Lando asked as the pair reached the gate their flight to Bahrain would depart from.

Daniel rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get settled on the plane and I’ll tell you everything,” he said dryly.

“Good lad.”

Being in first class Daniel and Lando were some of the first passengers to board the flight to Bahrain. As soon as their hand luggage was stowed and they were served a pre-flight mimosa Lando resumed the questioning.

“So who is she?” he asked “it is a she isn’t it? You haven’t decided to switch teams?”

“You are an idiot,” Daniel said in exasperation “yes I have been texting a girl”

“And?” Lando pressed.

“That’s all the information you’re getting squirt.”

“Aw c’mon Dan you can’t leave me hanging like that!” Lando exclaimed.

Daniel grinned.

“I haven’t even told my mother about this woman yet bro why would I give you the gory details?”

“There are gory details?” Lando asked keenly.

“You’re terrible,” Daniel informed his friend okay here’s the deal-”

“Hang on, do I need another mimosa?

“Shut up, okay so you remember a few weeks ago I came into work with this on my forehead?” Daniel asked pointing to the now faint scar on his forehead.

“Yeah.”

“I went jogging in London, to get out of my head y’know? I ran until I couldn’t breathe anymore, I then decided to slow down and head back to my flat when I crashed into someone and the road cutting my head on the tow bar of a Land Rover The thing I had crashed into was a woman named Eadaoin, she ended up breaking and dislocating her right ankle. We rode in the same ambulance to hospital. I wrote my number of a bit of paper and asked the nurse that checked me in to pass it along so I could apologise for putting Eadaoin in hospital, because she was super duper badly hurt. A couple of days later and texted me and we’ve been texting each other ever since, I visited her every day for the week she was in hospital.”

“Oh man you have it bad” Lando said in amusement “so have you taken this girl on a date yet?”

“No, we told each other we’re not really looking to date anyone just yet,” Daniel replied “we’re not pressuring each other and really just enjoying each other’s company. I haven’t seen her since she was released from hospital because she’s been busy with rehab and I’ve been busy with season prep but we’re going to meet up for a pint for the few days we have off after Bahrain.”

“Meeting up for a pint” huh?” Lando teased, hooking his fingers in the air “sounds awfully like a date to me.”

Daniel rolled his eyes.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said “but seriously though, we’re not labelling whatever we have whatever it is yet. But I can tell you, she’s the most gorgeous woman I have laid eyes on in like forever”

Lando grinned.

“Now that is the sort of info I’m after!” he said cheerfully “”so do you have a pic of this gorgeous girl?”

“Not yet,” Daniel replied as the plane doors shut and pushback began “I want to take things slow with one, if its meant to be with her I don’t want to jeopardise anything.”

“Ah I get that,” Lando replied “really I do everyone in the game wishes you the best Dan, especially after what happened at the end of last season. If taking things slow is what you feel is best we’re all behind you. Just as long as you introduce her to us eventually.”

“If things happen then yes you’ll meet her,” Daniel replied settling back in his seat “you can shut up now”

Lando grinned.

“Does Verstappen know about this girl?” he asked with a grin.

“Sort of,” Daniel replied as the safety demonstration began “he knows there’s someone but I refused to give him any details. You just got more info out of me than he did and only because you’re here in and in a better position to be a pain in my arse than he is.”

Lando snorted gleefully.

“I’m texting him as soon as we land in Bahrain,” he declared “and I’m telling him everything you just told me.”

“I must have dickhead magnet stamped on my head,” Daniel groused as the plane taxied out onto the runway “I’ll tell him myself.”

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Just over seven hours later the plane landed in Bahrain. Daniel gathered up his carry on and made his way toward the arrivals lounge, turning on his mobile phone as soon as he was inside the terminal building. Within seconds his phone began blowing up with notifications a fact Lando found hilarious.

“This girl is going to fill your inbox and no one else is going to be able to get in touch with you,” he teased as Daniel began going through the notifications that had come in during the flight.

“Oh go bite me Norris,” Daniel told his colleague “you go ahead; I’ll meet you in arrivals.”

With a snort Lando disappeared into the bustling crowd and Daniel immediately tapped on the notification from Eadaoin. Immediately a picture popped up of the sassy Australian wearing a baggy McLaren branded shirt bearing his number that was hanging off the shoulder and now sporting bright red hair.

I decided to go back to my natural colour, what d’you think?

“Jesus Christ woman I can’t be getting texts like this in public!” he muttered under his breath as he hit ‘call sender’

The line rang twice before Eadaoin answered.

“I had a feeling you’d be calling,” she said brightly.

“You seriously can not be sending me those sorts of pics when I’m in public!” Daniel groaned “Jesus Christ woman!”

“Why not?” Eadaoin asked cheekily.

“Because pics like that could seriously stuff up my concentration,” Daniel growled “and I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight with that image in my mind.”

“Weeeeell maybe you can use that pic as my contact image,” Eadaoin suggested with a purr “I know you haven’t got a pic of me on your phone yet and I thought you might like one.”

“Fucking hell you are making me think things I haven’t felt in a long long time,” Daniel murmured “what happened to taking things slow?”

“Oh we can still do that,” Eadaoin informed him cheerfully “you won’t be home for another two weeks yet, we can catch up for a drink then. Or you can come to one of my gigs Friday that week. My surgeon has given me the go ahead to resume playing now; it’d be good to have you along.”

“You want me to watch you play?” Daniel asked softly touched that she would ask such a thing.

“Yeah, Look Danny what you’ve done for me the last few weeks, visiting me in hospital paying for all my outpatient follow ups and rehab means the world to me and I want to treat you to a nice night out,” Eadaoin said softly “and the best way I know how to do that is invite you along to one of my gigs and maybe buy you a pint or two, even a meal Whelan’s had the best Irish Stew outside of Dublin.”

“Well call it a not a date date,” Daniel replied “in the meantime maybe ease up on the racy pics huh?”

Eadaoin laughed heartily.

“Oh honey, you think that was racy?” she said with a snort “I could’ve left the shirt off....”

“Then I’d crash my car as soon as I got in it because there’s in way in hell I’d be able to get that image out of my head,” Daniel replied with a growl “hell you haven’t even sent me a pic like that and I’m having issues getting that image out of my head.”

Eadaoin giggled, enjoying the rise she was getting out of him.

“You didn’t even say what you thought about my return to my natural colour,” she said.

“It looks great,” Daniel replied earnestly “not that I minded the purple and green look but red, wow you’re a knockout.”

“You’ve definitely earned yourself more brownie points,” Eadaoin informed him.

“Do the brownie points go toward a prize?” Daniel asked in a low voice.

“Hmmm maaaaybe,” Eadaoin purred “but that would be telling wouldn’t it?”

Daniel swallowed.

“I’m going to hang up now,” he said “because if I don’t every person in Bahrain Airport will see how you’re affecting me and I do not need to be arrested for indecency.”

“Okie dokie, you drive safely this week,” Eadaoin replied with a chuckle “chat soon!”

And with that Eadaoin hung up. Chuckling Daniel pocketed his phone and made his way through luggage collection, customs and immigration before going out into the main concourse of Bahrain Airport where Lando, Andreas, Zak and Pippa were waiting for him.

“Lover Boy finally decides to join us!” Lando teased “What took you so long?”

“Shut up there was a line up at immigration,” Daniel replied turning a magnificent shade of scarlet.

“Yeah course there was,” Lando replied rolling his eyes “you rang that girl did you?”

“Shut up ya little scrote,” Daniel shot back grabbing his colleague in a headlock and ruffling up his hair “you’re entirely too nosy.”

“Gerrof me!”

“Lando’s been telling us you’re keeping tight lipped.” Andreas began as the group began leaving the airport.

“Oh for fu-seriously I’m never telling you anything again,” Daniel groused shooting Lando a mock glare “the gossips at Ferrari would shut up longer than your fat mouth.”

“Boys be nice he’s obviously not ready to share,” Pippa interjected “he will when he feels ready won’t you Danny?”

“Yes, thanks Pip,” Daniel replied gratefully “I’m not ready to share just yet but I’m in a good place that’s all you need to know for the moment.”

“We’re happy for you mate we really are,” Andreas said “you’ve been a different person the last few weeks and its refreshing to see.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

#F1 #DanielRicciardo #DanielRicciardoFanFiction

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najaeminbabyboyculture · 6 years ago

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Dead End || Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (Gender Neutral)

AU: Street Racer

Word count: 8.5K

Warnings: Swear words I think lol

(Also special thanks to @nctauvision for helping me with this, this one is for you bro) If you guys are interested I’ll happily do a part 2 of this, please let me know though <3

Living amongst the upper class didn't necessarily guarantee a better life. At least not in your case, you always backed away from the idea of luxury, spotlight and attention. You always stood in the corner and watched people when your father when he hosted fancy ballroom dances in your big house. Your parents really loathed your rejection of their lifestyle. It was understandable really. As you found your excitement in the activities that were held in the disguise of the night's darkness in the downtown, your parents were busy with their work to even notice your absence in the middle of the night.

Once again, you found yourself walking down the same empty, dark rode at the same time for the second time that month. Your oversized black t-shirt was messy after you quickly threw it on while trying to not get caught, you were wearing a comfortable pair of sweats that blocked most of the chilly wind from the harbour that frequently brushed past you. The dark cap was concealing your hair and cast a mysterious shade on your face. As you began to reach your destination you finally began to hear the sounds of the big crowd that always formed and the familiar sound of roaring engines.

You easily disappeared in the crowd as you waited for it to start. Everyone around you was talking. Usually, when your dad hosted all the parties, you'd get really annoyed by the talking but when you were here you enjoyed it. You weren't really sure why. The best explanation you could come up with was that you were absolutely disgusted by the posh accent every person that your father invited always seemed to have. The chattering slowly evolved into cheering and loud clapping as a man walked out on the road that was free form any humans. You stood on your tippy toes, trying to get a better look. You could see two cars, lined up at the start point, a man standing between them and two familiar boys standing in front of the cars.

Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin. From your own, personal observations, best friends. They always had a friendly competition at the beginning of the night. Jaemin was wearing the same black leather jacket like all the nights before, a pair of ripped black jeans and a white t-shirt to match. He was leaning against the hood of his black Audi R8, the one he had won the first time you decided to sneak out. His hands were buried in the front pockets of his jeans and he had a lollipop sticking out of his mouth like always.

He and Jeno stood up straight, doing their quick handshake with each other before hopping into their cars. You admired Jeno's silver coloured McLaren 570S that he had won last time, it was a very nice car and you were excited to see him drive it for the first time. You had almost laughed out loud when you saw Jeno beat one of the boys that had been at one of your father's dances. His defeated face was hilarious when Jeno showed him that skills overpower the worth of the car.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The man standing between their cars shouted. The crowd cheered loudly in response.

"Are you ready to start this fine evening with our best boys?" He asked the cheering crowd while waving his arms up and down to increase the volume of the bystanders.

"Alrighty then! Start your engines!" He shouted.

The loud but satisfying sound of the cars' engines starting with two loud roars reached your ears. You felt your excitement levels slowly rise as they pressed on the pedals jokingly. A girl with way too short shorts walked out and stood between the cars. You saw Jeno lick his lips and eye her up and down while gripping the steering wheel. She raised her arms and the two boys in the cars turned focused. The girl gave the crowd a dazzling smile, showing her perfect row of bleached teeth before dropping her arms down in a fast, downward motion. The two boys were fast to react as always.

The two of them speed away and quickly started to fade into the darkness until the tail lights of the cars were visible. You felt your adrenaline race through you like it always did, you didn't have to sit behind the steering wheel to feel the rush of excitement. A big cheer erupted from the crowd that was standing near the finish line, after a few seconds you could hear the distant chants of "Na Jaemin" being repeated. Understanding that Jaemin had won once again, you slipped away from the crowd to return to your house before your parents came to look for you, just like every week.

Being judged solely based on the fact that your parents were wealthy was the absolute worst part of being your parents' child. Clearly, you were a very spoiled brat who got everything you pointed at and cried if necessary. You looked down on the ground as you walked past the park of the city in your school uniform.

Everyone who saw you immediately knew that you enrolled in the most expensive private school in the city by sparing you a mere glance, the school wasn't exactly subtle about their choice of colours and had gone all in to make sure they were the only ones with those specific colours. The yellow and red combo didn't exactly scream "don't notice me please".

When you finally had made it past the judging looks of the people in the park you had almost reached your school. You sighed as you began to near the big gates that marked the line between your school grounds and the rest of the city. To your surprise, you spotted a familiar-looking black car in the corner of your eye. A black Audi R8 was parked just a few meters away from the big gates. You could see Jaemin through the non-tainted window, what was he doing here? You quickly slipped by the gates before he saw you.

There was only one person that you considered your friend at this school, sure you talked to a few other people sometimes but they were all the same. Sin Eunhee was the only one between all the boys and girls that enrolled here that didn't care about having the latest things. Her parents had saved up for years to ensure that she would be able to get the best education possible, which you found very sweet. Eunhee didn't know that you were the child of the wealthiest people in the city until a year into your friendship and you were impressed by how everything stayed the same after the secret was out. She still offered to pay for everything when you were out or how she denied things you bought for her until you had to force it into her room.

"Did you stay up late again?" She asked when you reached her. She knew about you sneaking out to see the illegal activities that were being held in the middle of the night. You had both agreed on talking about it by using code words at school, just in case someone eavesdropped and decided to tell your parents.

"Yeah," You said sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck.

"The book was too good to put down" You smiled. Eunhee smiled back before standing up to walk with you to your lockers.

The two of you joked about the usual stuff along the way. Eunhee clung onto you to prevent herself from falling to the ground in laughter after you had told her about the last dance your father had hosted when you had denied one of the, what was considered, most handsome boys in the school to dance with you. Eunhee was not shy with skinship, she often hugged you or held your hand, which wasn't something you disliked but something that took a while to get used to.

This caused almost the whole school to think you two were a couple. The two of you always ignored the rumours because they didn't matter as long as you two knew the truth and the truth was that you two had the best friendship in this school. Eunhee was the only reason you even went to school in the first place, you didn't really care about your parents' approval of you, you could've happily skipped the whole week of school but Eunhee made sure that your attendance was perfect. She didn't have as much free time outside of school as you would like her to have. She always had homework or a few house chores to do. So most days you were alone after school and you wished that you could just one more person in your life so that you didn't have to burden Eunhee with all of your problems.

When school had finally ended Eunhee quickly said goodbye before running home to do her homework. You walked alone just like most days, your school day had ended earlier after a failed attempt to find a substitute for the last class and you could walk home from school earlier. The park was very quiet with only a few elders with some grandkids or dogs. The birds were chirping loudly, something that you rarely could hear over the overwhelming sound of the traffic in the later afternoon. The sun was proudly shining, creating an insane warmth. Your school uniform turned to hot and you decided to slip into a small café that was barely noticeable so that you didn't have to wash your uniform clean from all the sweat.

The café was bigger on the inside, you wouldn't have guessed that it was this big from looking at it from the outside. It had a baby blue aesthetic that you were immediately drawn to, an old lady looked out from a room behind the counter as soon as she heard you enter. She smiled warmly at you and walked out from the room with a tray of fresh cookies, she wore a baby blue apron to match the rest of the café. She quickly placed the cookies in the right place before turning to you.

"Hello dear, what can I help you with?" Her voice was warmer than the smile that was still gracing her face.

You took your time to read the whole menu. Everything sounded like it would be delightful and you had a hard time while trying to decide what to order. You looked at the lady again, she was still smiling and didn't look impatient with you.

"Do you have anything you'd recommend?" You asked carefully. She smiled politely at you.

"Personally I really enjoy our blueberry muffins," She said with a playful wink. You laughed slightly.

"All right then, guess I'll take a blueberry muffin with water." You said. The old lady raised her eyebrows at you when you said water.

"It's really hot outside today," You said while hearing the bell over the door ring.

"I guess we know why now," The lady gave you another playful wink and you turned around to see what she meant.

In front of the door, dressed in all black was none other than THE Na Jaemin. He was wearing the same leather jacket he had every time you had seen him with a white t-shirt with a black brand logo on it and some black jeans to pair. You turned back to the lady with wide eyes and pink raising to your cheeks while giggling quietly, she giggled with you at her own joke.

"Yah, Jaemin-ah!" She called and the boy on the other end of the empty café looked up from his phone.

It felt like your body went into some kind of autopilot mode, your brain was still trying to process him ending up in the same café as you. You felt yourself step to the side as he approached the desk that the lady was standing behind, you felt really small next to him as he was radiating intimidating energy. Refusing to look directly at him when he was standing next to you, your gaze settled on your feet. You heard him order something off the menu that was muffled by your racing thoughts. You didn't wake up from your dazed state until you saw the lady disappear behind the door behind the counter in the upper corner of your eyes and you began to panic. He would either start talking to you or ignore you and leave the two of you in awkward silence, either option sounded like a bad option but you didn't know what you wanted to happen since that was the only options you could come up with. Those two or you could dash out the door like your life depended on it. Before you had time to decide however Jaemin spoke up.

"I feel like I've seen this pretty face before," He said thoughtfully with a sly undertone.

You looked up at him, surprised. He was leaning with his back against the counter with his elbows propped up on the wood surface, his face was slightly tilted to the right as well as backwards which made it look like he was looking down at you. The way he looked down at you gave him a more dominant appearance than he already possessed, you shied away from his eyes while trying to muster up a response.

"What makes you think that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice strong and confident while failing miserably. Jaemin chuckled as he heard your insecure voice.

"I don't know, maybe because you look like the girl/boy of my dreams." He flirted effortlessly.

You had heard many times what a flirt Jaemin was, he had half of the city wrapped around his perfect pointer finger with his smooth talking skills. But never, in a million years, did you think that you would experience it personally. It was normal for you to hear someone gossip about it in the halls of your school as he seemed to enjoy flirting with the richer teens of your age. It was different when you were the one being flirted with since you always rolled your eyes every time someone mentioned his name in your school but right now your brain was malfunctioning and you weren't sure about what you should do. Suddenly you struggled with where you should put your hands and breathing steadily also turned more difficult than it usually was. All because of one boy, you almost scoffed out loud when you realised that you were turning nervous over nothing. You finally found a small amount of confidence that you could mask your nerves with.

"I've heard better," You said and rolled your eyes

Jaemin's eyes widened as he heard your reply. He was so used to just having to look at someone before they crumbled under his intense charm. Having someone reject him was something new but to his own surprise, he liked it. It was exciting to finally have a challenge, everyone seemed to be so easy to crack. It was intriguing how you weren't immediately on your knees in front of him begging for a date or something.

He licked his lips before raising his eyebrows cockily, he moved closer to you. You felt your newfound confidence crumble just the slightest as his warm hands came in contact with your skin. The assurance you had previously felt faltered for just a second as his slender fingers wrapped around your chin gently. He guided your face until you were looking him directly in the eyes, you watched as his eyes scanned your features. Every detail from your forehead to his fingers was thoroughly scanned by his intense gaze until his dark brown irises latched onto your e/c irises. He was shocked to discover how much he liked your eyes, they also had a powerful look to them. It's a shame that you didn't know how to use that to your advantage, he thought.

"Like what baby boy/girl?" He asked softly.

An unpredictable breath escaped from your lips at his words. Normally, you didn't let nicknames like this effect you but something was different when it came from Na Jaemin. When he said the word it felt like everyone else was saying it wrong somehow, like they didn't know how to put any real meaning behind it. But Jaemin said it in a way that made your insides turn and halted your breathing for a few seconds. Before you could even begin to think about a response you hear the lady's footsteps from behind the door. Jaemin seemed to also hear it because he stepped away from you and returned to his previous position.

"Here you go Jaemin!" The lady chirped while giving him his order.

"Thank you," He answered in an equally cheerful tone.

"And here's your blueberry muffins!" She said and handed you the muffins along with a bottle of water. Jaemin paid for his order before it was your turn to pay. After the woman had put your amount into the machine you stepped forward to pay but to your surprise, you saw Jaemin put his card in the card reader. You stopped yourself from asking about what he was doing when he looked at you with a smirk while effortlessly tapping his code in without looking.

"A gentleman never lets someone looking this pretty pay for themselves," He said to the lady before exiting the café. You and the lady stood there in stunned silence before:

"You guys would make the cutest couple,"

You knew it was risky going tonight now that Jaemin had held a kind of conversation with you and knew what you looked like. But you wanted to watch him race so badly you just couldn't stay away. The rush of adrenaline you got while sneaking out and disobeying your parents' commands was amazing it was almost shameful and still, you did it.

You grabbed a black hoodie and placed the hood on your head to cover your face before sneaking out of the window in your room. Climbing down the tree that was located right outside your window, you landed safely of the ground. You could see your parents sleeping in one of the windows and you quickly looked away before your sympathetic side would change your mind. They didn't own the right to keep you locked inside your room.

You quickly hacked into the cameras and sat them on loop recording so that they couldn't track you. Big walls surrounded your huge garden from the street outside, you quickly grabbed the ladder that you hid in a bush and placed it against the wall. Like every night, you climbed to the top before grabbing the ladder and placing it on the other side of the embattlement so you could easily climb down. When you had successfully climbed over and safely made it to the other side, you hid the ladder in the bush on the other side of the wall before starting to make your way down the road in the direction of the racing. It felt like you reached your destination faster this particular evening, the crowd wasn't as big as it always was when you arrived and you felt more out of breath than usual.

You found a decent place amongst all the people, not at the very front but not at the very back so somewhere in the middle where you blended in perfectly. Your hood didn't cause any suspicions because it was normal for people to show up like this, just in case the local police caught on. Jaemin and Jeno were talking with each other, just like every night. Jeno was leaning against the silver hood of his car with his back facing you while Jaemin was standing in front of him facing towards you. Thankfully, his eyes were fixated on Jeno and completely focused on their conversation so he didn't notice you as you observed them. After a few minutes, the man that always started the race walked onto the racing course.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd cheered.

"Unfortunately, our girl is sick today." He said as he referred to the girl that sent the competitors off into the races.

"So I'll need some volunteers!" He shouted and the crowd cheered louder, wanting to get picked. The man walked along the cheering crowd before walking back again, scanning it thoroughly. He stood dead in his place while scratching the thick beard on his chin in his thoughtful state.

"All right!" He silenced the crowd.

"I'll pick one for each race, starting with you!" You felt your heart drop to your stomach as he pointed directly at you.

The people beside you started to push you forward when you didn't move while cheering loudly. Your mind was completely frozen, you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as the crowd pushed you all the way to the front. They cheered louder as you stumbled onto the racing course. The man grabbed your arm firmly but not hurtfully as he waved your arm to the loud crowd.

"You know how to do this, yeah?" He asked politely, which surprised you.

"Of course!" You answered, to not cause any suspicion.

You walked up to stand in front of the cars but in between them so they wouldn't run you over while taking off. You waited for the man to give you the right queue while you raised your arms upwards. You could hear your heart's loud thumping in your ears as you looked at Jeno in his car, he saw you staring and gave you a quick wink along with a smirk. You quickly looked away and without any warning, your eyes landed on Jaemin. He was eyeing you up and down while giving you a thoughtful expression.

"All right! Gentlemen, start your engines!" The man suddenly shouted.

As soon as the headlights of both their cars hit your face you knew that you were absolutely fucked. You knew that Jaemin could see your face clearly in the bright light but it prevented you from seeing him.

"Ready, set..." The man began.

"GO!"

As soon as he shouted you dropped your arms and the two boys raced past you. They had driven past you in only a mere second and you turned around to get a better look at the race. It looked like Jaemin was going to win, like usual. The man grabbed you gently and guided you off the course before choosing another volunteer.

You watched Jaemin win the race and you took that as your queue to leave. The crowd was suffocatingly large, you brushed against a lot of sweaty shoulders and bumped into a few people, apologizing after. You heard the faint sound of car tires screeching to a halt next to the front of the crowd, turning around to see what had caused the sound you saw Jaemin scanning the crowd frantically.

Eye contact wasn't something you were fond of in general but it gave you more panic than usual when you locked gaze with him. His eyes almost scanned past you but swiftly landed on you again when he realised you had made eye contact. When you looked at each other you stopped moving temporarily, he stopped dead in his search and held your gaze for a few seconds before reacting. You began moving again when you saw him turning around to hop back into his car, frantically moving through the crowd to end up on the other side as fast as possible. You stumbled forward when you finally had freed yourself from the sea of narrowly standing people.

With a racing mind and loudly thumping heart, you bolted in the direction of your house with a speed you didn't know that you possessed. The sound of a racing car engine was distinctively coming closer behind you. You were very aware that the chances of you out-running a car, let alone an Audi R8, was more than very slim. Looking behind you, the familiar black car was speeding towards you at the same speed he used while racing.

You slipped into an alley on your left as he raced by at an unbelievable speed, he completely missed you. His car screeched to another halt and you made yourself ready to keep running as you cautiously backed away from the entrance. Your plan was ruined by the feeling of cold concrete against your clothed back, a dead end.

You looked at the big grey wall behind you helplessly while you heard someone running towards the entrance of the alley. In a desperate attempt to escape you looked for a way to climb the thick wall but you didn't have time to figure out an escape attempt before the loud footsteps had been silenced. You turned around slowly like they always did in the action movies you always used to make fun of but now you were doing the same thing.

Jaemin was standing at the other side of the alleyway, frighteningly still. His shoulders were heaving up and down in heavy breathing from running. The two of you stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time before the silent tension-filled air was broken by words.

"I knew I had seen that pretty face somewhere,"

You didn't need a visual picture of his face to know that he was smirking at you right now. He started walking towards you with slow steps, he didn't need to rush anything, you weren't going anywhere. You felt like a prey finally being caught by a predator after a long chase as he approached you. A silent whimper escaped your lips when he trapped you against the wall behind you, his hand resting flatly against the cold surface next to your head.

"Is the child of the richest folks in town really permitted outside their humble fortress at this hour?" He asked in a mock-fancy accent that didn't suit him.

He smelled like the cheap cologne that all the guys at your school seemed to wear and still he made the smell more desirable. You felt mad about the effect he had on you, by just simple gestures and touches he had your confidence crumbling before your very eyes and you didn't enjoy the sight one bit.

"Hm?" He pressed you further into the solid wall. You stayed silent, you didn't have to answer him.

"Answer me, baby boy/girl." He asked roughly while he slammed his other hand against the wall on the other side of your head. Your voice seemed to have left you long ago and you just shook your head. Jaemin smirked and shook his head while tsking.

"Ah ah ah, use your words like a good girl/boy."

You hated how much he was enjoying the sight of you slowly falling for his charms. You really wanted to do something about it, you really wanted to push him away and show him that he couldn't charm everyone no matter how much he believed it. But the only thing that made its way past your lips was a small, pathetic "no" and your body didn't fulfil your wishes of pushing him away. He finally stepped away from you.

"Well we can't have you wandering around then, I'll give you a ride home." He said.

The ride back to your house was awkward, to say the least. Your voice had seemed to left you yet again and Jaemin was surprisingly not trying to strike a conversation. You kept fiddling with your fingers nervously the whole time while Jaemin was driving quietly. You were driving past neighbourhoods at an alarmingly calm speed, you almost thought the speed-loving Jaemin had perished at one point.

Eventually, Jaemin slowed down until you were parked outside the walls around your house.

"I guess this is your stop," Jaemin said awkwardly.

You nodded while looking at your house dreadfully, while you would rather be as far away from Jaemin as possible you didn't want to go home just yet. Jaemin seemed to notice your sudden change of mood and leaned in closer to you but not too close, just right. He observed you closely.

"What's the matter?" He asked softly.

This was a side of Jaemin you never thought you'd witness even in your absolute wildest dreams. His usual intense and powerful brown eyes looked like doe eyes. He looked genuinely concerned like you had known each other for the longest time, like you weren't strangers. You looked at him with equal doe eyes which almost made Jaemin burst into a smile from how adorable you were, almost. When you stayed silent he hesitantly reached out a slightly trembling hand to brush a piece of your hair, that was still tussled from the chase, back in place.

"You don't like it in there, do you?" He asked sadly.

To your surprise, you felt tears burn your eyes slightly. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting to show him your vulnerable side just yet. All Jaemin got in response was a shake of your head, he leaned back and sighed.

"Tell you what," He said, perking your interest and making you look at him.

"I'll take you for one more ride before I drop you off at your house, deal?" He asked and stretched out a hand for you to shake. You eyed him suspiciously without moving which made him sigh a second time.

"I'm not going to kidnap you now shake my goddamn hand," He said.

You reached out your own hand, shaking his. Jaemin then grabbed your hand firmly before raising it to his lips, giving the back of your hand a cheeky peck while winking. You rolled your eyes and retrieved your hand before wiping it on the seat, the normal Jaemin was back.

When Jaemin had said "one last ride", this wasn't what you had in mind but you were pleasantly surprised. He had parked his car outside a quiet café that was located downtown. Jaemin quickly stepped out of the car before rushing to the other side to help you with your door while smiling confidently. The two of you walked to the door of the café before literally kicking it open.

"Hyung!" He exclaimed while walking through the open door, startling a slightly older-looking boy behind a counter. The boy behind the counter dropped his phone and looked up with a face of surprise. He had black, slightly ruffled hair with big, brown doe eyes. His facial structure was very prominent, showing off a pair of defined cheekbones and strong jawline. He glared at Jaemin while holding a hand over his heart.

"Holy shit, Jaemin! What have I said about scaring me like that?" He scolded the brown-haired boy next to you.

"Sorry, Mark hyung. I just couldn't resist the opportunity." Jaemin smiled sheepishly before dragging you with him towards the boy, or Mark. Mark's eyes landed on you and he observed your awkward state. He quickly smiled when he noticed that you felt small under his judging gaze. Mark cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking.

"So, what can I get you guys?" Mark clapped his hands once.

"I'll have my regular," Jaemin smiled before looking at you. Mark shifted his eyes to you, eyeing you patiently. You nervously looked up at the menu before deciding.

"I'll have an f/f milkshake please," You said. Mark smiled.

"Good choice!" He said before disappearing.

You and Jaemin sat down at an empty table, the whole café was empty and quiet. Aside from the occasional loud breath from you or Jaemin, it was completely silent, even Mark's phone committed to the unbearable silence. A bunch of the lights were broken and the only working one was placed over you and Jaemin, awkward tension enveloped you and Jaemin once again. You quickly spotted the jukebox standing lonely in one of the corners of the dimly lit café, Jaemin looked behind him to see what you were staring at. He turned back to you with a smirk when he noticed the jukebox.

"Music would be great right now," He said before taking a coin out of his pocket and throwing it at the music box. Obviously, he missed completely and he snickered at your expression before standing up to insert the coin properly.

"You didn't seriously try to pull a Michael Jackson on me," You laughed. Jaemin laughed while turning around.

"Hey it was worth a try, right?" He said before putting in the coin and picking a song.

It only took a few seconds before the familiar tune of "Jailhouse Rock" by Elvis Presley started playing. You gasped in delight as the old classic overpowered the dark silence, giggling slightly when you watched Jaemin begin to dance. Jaemin turned around and glared at you jokingly before taking three long strides across the floor, he grabbed you by the hand and before you could protest he had already hoisted you up from your seat to dance with him. Still holding hands, Jaemin began to sway with the beat. You hesitantly warmed up to the dancing and before you knew it, you and Jaemin were engaged in an intense bugg session. (For you who don't know, Bugg is a very popular improvised couple dance that is commonly danced to rock' n roll songs here in Sweden, you should really look it up)

As the song began to fade out, you felt your laughing die down slowly until the two of you were panting. You giggled when Jaemin pulled you closer and the two of you settled on swaying gently back and forth in each other's embrace. You looked past Jaemin shoulder to see Mark awkwardly standing behind you, waiting for you two end your little moment. You stepped away from Jaemin shyly, he looked down at you with a slightly hurt and shocked expression before he turned around and noticed Mark. The two of you awkwardly grabbed your milkshakes. Soon enough, the awkward silence between the three of you had vanished and you were talking freely with each other. You giggled when the boys cracked a few jokes and jokingly insulted each other.

"So, Y/n, where do you live?" Mark asked after a long laughing session had ended. Jaemin protectively glanced at you before glaring at Mark, trying to tell him that he shouldn't have asked. Mark didn't seem to understand Jaemin's cold glare and patiently waited for your answer. You saw Jaemin glare at Mark and you shyly reached out a hand and softly squeezed his arm in an attempt to show him that you didn't mind.

"I live uptown," You answered honestly. Mark's eyes widened and he leaned back in shock.

"Oh, that's a long ass ride." He said thoughtfully.

"What are you doing here then, there's a lot of nicer cafés uptown?" Mark asked, genuinely curious about your presence. Jaemin glared at Mark once again. He didn't know why he got so mad at one of his best friends, he never did and it wasn't like Mark were aware of your situation. But something sparked inside of him, he felt protective. Jaemin grabbed you softly by your shoulders.

"About that, I have to bring Y/n back now. It's getting late." Jaemin said sternly. You waved goodbye to Mark over your shoulder while Jaemin was dragging you out with him.

"Bye Y/n, nice to meet you!" Mark shouted but Jaemin had already closed the door behind you before you could answer. You turned to Jaemin and glared at him.

"That wasn't very nice of you Jaemin, he was just asking questions." You scolded. Jaemin didn't answer, he just opened the car door for you before walking to his side to take a seat in his car.

The awkward silence was back and this time, you couldn't stand it. Jaemin's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly and you watched as his knuckles turned white. You felt bad for making him upset, even though you weren't sure why he was upset. You thought for long about what you should do to calm him down. Hesitantly, you reached out and placed a gentle hand on his knee. You felt him momentarily tense up in surprise under your touch before he relaxed, the speed of the car slow down and his grip on the steering wheel softened. After a while of you shyly staring out of the window while your hand was resting on his knee you felt his bigger hand rest on top of yours, squeezing it just the slightest. Eventually and sadly, the car ride ended when he stopped in front of your house. You awkwardly removed your hand from his knee while blushing.

"Thank you for tonight, I uh, I really needed it." You said honestly. Jaemin just smiled his signature smile and avoided your gaze. You grabbed his hand boldly which made him look at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you, really," You said.

"The pleasure was all mine." He said cheesily which made you sigh and get out of his car.

You waved at him before you walked up to the bush against the wall and grabbed your ladder. After placing it safely against the white concrete you began to climb. You looked back at Jaemin only to find him looking at you worriedly through the windshield, which made you laugh and wave before turning back to climb. When you made it to the top of the wall you sat sideways with one leg on each side of the wall while grabbing the ladder and placing it on the inside of the wall. You climbed down and landed safely in your yard before hiding the ladder in the bush. You quickly undid the looped footage of the security camera before sneaking back into your room. The room was dark as usual as you quietly closed your window, you smiled brightly and leaned back against the wall as you recalled the night in your head.

"Where have you been?"

You didn't see Jaemin for a month, your parents had caught you sneaking into your room and after that night you were basically imprisoned in your own house, not allowed to leave except for school. Eunhee was shocked to hear about your nightly adventure with the city's heartthrob, claiming that more than a few people at your school would trade their souls for a mere second of it. You told her that it was no big deal but you lied, it was. It was frighteningly scary how quickly you got attached to the idea of hanging out with Jaemin and experiencing his freedom. You felt bad for disappearing after that night, not being able to reach out and explain what actually happened. Maybe he thought that he did something wrong, you didn't want him to feel bad.

"Are you sure that you can't come to the ball tonight?" You asked Eunhee pleadingly.

"I'm sorry Y/n but I need to study for my chemistry test on Monday," Eunhee apologized.

"I know, it's fine." You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

Your father was hosting an important ball at your house this evening and you had hoped that Eunhee could be there with you for moral support. Of course, she immediately declined when she remembered that she had a chemistry test on Monday and you weren't going to force her to attend, you knew how important her grades was for her, considering her family's financial state. Eunhee felt really bad for not being able to come with you but you reassured her that it was totally okay, you usually managed to make it through. After school, you said goodbye to Eunhee after telling her one last time that it was fine before walking home from school.

You quickly walked home and went inside the house. The staff was busy cleaning every corner of the big house for the festivity. The ballroom was beautifully decorated. The usually dull-looking and empty room was decorated from floor to ceiling in bright pastel colours. Before you could admire the room further, your very stressed out mom grabbed you and started scolding you for not getting ready so you hurried to your room.

As usual, your parents had bought you new clothes that you were expected to wear at the dance. The clothes were laid out on your bed neatly, fancier than normal. "Huh, must be a special occasion." You thought before going to your bathroom to take a shower.

While adjusting the temperature of the water before you stepped into the shower you started to think about Jaemin again. Ever since that night, you had dreams about him. You saw him in the corner of your eyes but every time you looked up to see him fully, he was gone. Jaemin had taken a special place in your mind in such a short amount of time. At first, you thought it was ONLY because of the thrill of rebelling against your parents but you quickly came to realise that you also missed him. You missed the awkward silence in his car, you wanted more silly dances in an empty café to old-school music, you craved the scent of his cologne, you were in need of the feeling of constant suspense of being caught by someone you knew. It was so addicting you didn't know what to do. You wanted to see him again, tell him what really happened. Maybe even run away with him, anything just to see him.

“Mr/Miss L/n? Are you finished soon?" A staff member asked from outside of your door, breaking your circulating thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm almost finished!" You shouted back before quickly finishing the shower. When you stepped out of the shower you were immediately swarmed by staff who was going to help you get ready. You didn't realise how much time had passed while you were in the shower, you had been too distracted by the thought of Jaemin to realise. The staff did your hair neatly and put some makeup on your face, against your attempts of objection.

"Why do I need this?" You asked while they were putting on some foundation.

"It's a special night tonight, Miss/Mr L/n." One of them began.

"Your father is nearly successful in a huge business deal, which will create a huge escalation in your family's income, isn't it great?" another finished.

"Splendid." You muttered sarcastically to yourself. When they were done with your make up they left you alone to change into your outfit. The party arrived sooner than you would've liked. Soon enough, you were standing in the corner of the ballroom watching the guests socialize and dance to classical music. You took a few sips of the punch in your champagne glass as you observed. Your father waved you over to him after a few minutes of talking to a fancy dressed guy.

"You need to be here when I make the announcement," he explained quickly before finding your mom. When he had found your mother and the two of you stood on each side of him, he gently hit his glass with his spoon to gain the attention of the crowd. The talking got quieter and the music dimmed down. Your father was smiling brightly at the crowd as he spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I'd like to thank you all for attending and wishing to be here to share this exciting moment with me and my family." You fake smiled at the crowd while waving slightly.

“Now, I am more than happy to announce that the deal between me and Mr Lee are official!" He said and the crowd applauded.

After that, you didn't listen. You completely zoned out until the crowd began to return to what they were doing before your father spoke. You were about to head for your usual spot in the corner but decided against it, you didn't want to be here at all. You quickly found your father to tell him that you were going to "take a few minutes of fresh air". He nodded curtly before returning to the conversation that you interrupted him from.

You walked out of the ballroom and closed the grand oak doors behind you. Letting out a deep gust of air, you began to make your way up the stairs to your room. You slowly reached the door of your room, you opened it tiredly and walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You were tempted to take off the fancy attire as soon as the door closed behind you but you knew how your parents would react if they stumbled into your room and saw you in your pyjamas. You were also very tempted to climb out from your window and run away from your house, maybe even find Jaemin downtown. Of course, you were aware of the newly installed camera near your window and the fact that it was nearly impossible to make your way past it without tripping an alarm.

Shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts of him you walked to the opposite side of your room where your small balcony. The balcony was on the wall that was parallel to the wall with the window in your room. It was a fairly small balcony, a maximum of two people could fit. There was no tree or drainpipe to manage the way down to the ground but your parents didn't want to risk you finding another solution.

You softly gripped the bars that were in the way between you and freedom. In frustration, you grabbed them harshly and shook them like you had done so many nights before but they were still as firmly screwed in place as the time they had been placed there. You dragged a hand through your hair and sighed before taking a deep breath. This night was busy, you could still hear a lot of cars roaming the streets. The sound of people talking while walking past your house slipped within your hearing range occasionally, different smells travelled with the wind from the docks. A chilly breeze slipped past you, it smelt like McDonald's, oh how you were craving some french fries rather than the fancy snacks that they were serving to the guests downstairs.

"Well, If I knew we were roleplaying as Romeo and Juliet I would've come sooner," A very recognisable voice said underneath you.

You shrieked in shock and jumped backwards in the process. With a heaving chest and a hand on top of it, trying to calm your heavy breathing and rapidly beating heart, you stepped closer to the edge of the balcony. You immediately recognized the brown, messy hair and the cocky smirk of Na Jaemin. His wrist was resting against one of the iron bars and his head was leaning on his wrist, you looked down and saw him standing on one of the ladders that you had used to climb over the walls of your garden. You gave him a pointed look but couldn't help but to break a smile at the sight of him, he smiled back confidently.

"Jesus Christ, I thought I was about to see God after that scare." You joked.

Jaemin laughed at your joke and when you heard him laugh you quickly realised how much you had actually missed him. You mentally thanked the bars from separating the two of you or you probably would've embarrassed yourself by hugging him. Jaemin gripped the iron bars with his free hand and gave it a firm shake but the bars didn't give in the slightest.

"I came here to ask you why you haven't been attending my latest races but I guess this is my answer." He said sadly.

You had almost forgotten about the bars in his presence, almost. You looked at them sadly and nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah," You sighed.

You gripped the iron bar tightly, your hand placed directly under his. Familiar silence fell over the two of you, this time it wasn't awkward, it was more of the comfortable and empathetic kind, the one you experience when you have a problem but there's no clear solution so you just kinda sit there and radiate empathy. You felt warmth envelope your hand, you looked up to see Jaemin's hand placed over your's, still gripping the iron bar tightly. He gave you a small smile and you smiled back softly, Jaemin opened his mouth to speak but not a single vocal sound came out as he hesitated.

"I can't believe that I'm actually saying this but I miss you," He said.

You laughed so hard that you threw your head back, Jaemin looked beyond confused at your reaction. You calmed down and your laughter and giggles at his pouting expression.

"We've "hung out" once, Jaemin." You reminded him.

"But I miss you too," You admitted shyly.

Silence enveloped you once again and you ended up in one of those situations that you only see in cheesy romance movies when the couple just stare lovingly at each other. You had never really understood the meaning behind those scenes, oh how many times you had made fun of it and now you were actually trapped in one yourself, like a fool. His deep brown eyes were almost black in the dark of the night but the light from your room maintained the honey brown of his irises. His eyes were alluring, you realised why everyone was so attracted to him.

"Y/n, I need you to come out of your room now! You've been there for half an hour, the guests are requesting your presence!" You heard your father impatiently shout from the other side of your door.

"Coming, father!" You shouted back hurriedly.

You looked at Jaemin helplessly and worriedly. He simply smiled you, "it's okay". When you still hesitated to leave him he stuck his hand through the bars and grabbed your chin softly. He pulled you closer slowly, thumb brushing over your lips affectionately, closer until you could feel his warm breath on your face. Just when your lips were about to touch he guided your face sideways and pressed his surprisingly cotton candy soft lips against your cheek.

"I'll always come back for my Juliet," He whispered lovingly before he disappeared just as your father entered your room to see what you were up to.

"Come on now," He said.

You nodded before following but the only thing you could really think about was Jaemin's soft lips against your skin and the fact that you were even more attracted to him than before.

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