#small tattoo Singapore

[inkby-finch]

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Many believe that it is impossible to get a tattoo during pregnancy. This is believed to be confirmed in her first 12 weeks of pregnancy, when she is still in her first trimester. It is generally considered safe to get a double helix piercing tattoo during the second trimester of pregnancy. However, consider talking to your doctor before making an appointment, Joe finch tattoos. Although this myth is partly true, you can still consider getting a tattoo while pregnant. Contact us now to adjust your reservation.

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[onboardsorasora]

Day 25:  🧣 Holiday Alone Time + a few others

for @mael-bloggy, a sweet coda for our 3 Roses boys

Daniel took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the warmth from the usually bitter liquid. It was perfect as usual, Lewis knew how he loved it. He rested the cup on the mantle and continued looking out into the garden that was already covered in a thick sheet of white, with more snow fluttering gently but steadily onto the ground. 

It was peaceful. Beautiful.

A pair of arms circled his shoulders and he smiled when Lewis’ chin hooked over his traps. Daniel leaned into his touch and Lewis kissed his neck. 

They were in Colorado, opting at the last minute to spend Christmas together in the mountains rather than in LA with both of their families.

Considering the last four months, no one objected to the change of plans. Grace had told them to relax and enjoy the time together before kicking them out of the Christmas planning group chat. 

Daniel had spent the first day or so on the couch with his legs in Lewis' lap purging his social media of posts he didn't feel represented his life anymore. They'd been attached at the hip since Lewis came back from his farewell tour. Daniel had made a valiant attempt to not feel salty that he hadn't been allowed the same. 

After that, they'd gone grocery shopping. There was nothing in the house except a few random canned bits from the last time Lewis had guests. The lady in the produce section said they'd come at the right time, a lull in the steady stream of shoppers preparing for their holiday family feasts.

They'd taken it as a good sign and made quick work of the list they'd barely remembered to make. Daniel appreciated the domesticity of it all. They'd been more or less long distance since October, something neither of them were prepared for, and being able to do something mundane like grocery shopping felt like a gift and a blessing.

They'd spent the post Singapore break together in Perth as had been the original– pre-shitshow– plan, taking turns being livid and raging at how it all went down. Then Lewis had to leave to go back to England. Daniel had gone with him, and veered to New York where he'd spent his time when he wasn't in LA.

Long distance had been… rough. But they figured it out and made it through. Daniel resented not being able to be there with Lewis for all of his Mercedes lasts. Not being able to comfort his boyfriend when realizations of one more thing he wouldn't experience again hit him in the dead of night. Sure, he was a phone call, text or FaceTime away, but technology couldn't provide physical comfort how they'd needed it.

“It's beautiful.” Lewis murmured, lips brushing Daniel's skin.

“Yeah.” Daniel whispered back. He took one last long look at the snow before turning in Lewis' arms and settled himself in his boyfriend's hold. He rested his head on Lewis' shoulder, pressing his face into his neck. He always joked that he could feel the fluttering of the wings of his tattoo.

“Thanks for suggesting this.” Daniel loved him, he really did. Lewis had been the one to suggest changing their plans, and then further suggested they take the time to do the silly and corny traditions. Their pj's matched with Roscoe while they'd made hot cocoa and sipped it while cuddled under a blanket fort. And they'd already watched at least three holiday movies already. Later today, in the afternoon maybe, they would be calling their mom's to wish their families a merry Christmas and to learn what chaos all the kids got up to. 

Daniel's heart was full.

“Merry Christmas my love.” Daniel could hear the smile on Lewis’ lips.

“You know… I thought you were gonna propose.” Daniel said with a small laugh. He wouldn't say he noticed anything out of the ordinary, any suspicious behaviours. But he also knew his boyfriend was incredibly sappy and sweet– and Daniel was oblivious sometimes.

“There's still time.” Lewis said offhandedly, kissing Daniel's cheek and taking up his empty coffee cup to bring to the kitchen. Daniel stood there frozen, watching him.

“Wait–what? Lew??” Daniel stumbled after him, befuddled. Lewis giggled but said nothing. “You can't just– Lew!” Daniel complained with a pout.

[wildshona]

Setting Up a Date

Went to see “Rocco and his Brothers” yesterday at the BFI, pretty grim Italian film from 1960. Excellent movie but three hours long. Still the upstairs bar was on happy hour afterwards so that was two large red wines for the price of one further reduced cos of my BFI membership – so £8.99 for two large red wines. Then walked over the bridge and up to Soho to Ku-Bar to meet Bai who was with Yina.

Bai said she could help me fulfil my New Year’s Resolution. She has a friend called Vanessa who is Singapore Chinese – waiting for full transition but has nice titss and a small cock. Just what I wanted. But she told me she was doing this cos i’m a genuine sex addict looking for new experiences with no malice in me rather than some sexual tourist wanting to fetishise trans people. She was so stern.

I was grovelly and apologetic and if she thought i was overstepping then call it off but she said no Vanessa – who had been a lesbian girl trapped in a boy’s body – was up for it cos she tended to get hit on by men. Besides she’s (her preferred identification) has never been with a white girl.

BUT for setting this up it was going to cost me. Bai was going to call on me to do three things for her. Her choices. When she wanted. Sure, I said. Whatever you want. Which struck me after as a stupid thing to say cos Bai is like this pierced and tattooed Chinese dom.

Anyway all fixed for me to meet Vanessa next Tuesday which will help me get grounded after my therapy session.

I was hoping i might her a session with Bai and Yina but they were going to dinner with Yina’s family so I just went for pizza and home on a red wine buzz.

And today i’m doing an afternoon shift at the strip bar Tiff works at.

[bellgerent]

[ jessica henwick, 27, cis female, she/her] Welcome to Antioch, JASMINE KIM! Local sources report that you’ve been in town for twenty years and are known to be UNDAUNTED yet OBSTINATE. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in SATANIC PANIC as a BASS PLAYER, but most know you for your work as a PART-TIME CASHIER at CRAZY 8’S INSTRUMENTS. We’ll see you around town soon!

BASICS.

Character Name: Jasmine Nickname (s): Jazz Face Claim: Jessica Henwick Birthday: November 30th Place of birth: Salem, Oregon, USA Zodiac: Sagittarius MBTI: Chaotic Neutral Moral Alignment: INTP-T Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Bassist at Satanic Panic Place of work: Cashier at the Crazy 8’s Instruments Subplot affiliation: Satanic Panic! 3 positive traits: Undaunted, Faithful, Curious 3 negative traits: Obstinate, Obsessive, Impatient Languages: English Love language: Physical touch

TRIVIA

Her father’s family was originally from Singapore, but moved to America by the whim of meeting his future wife whilst she had been on holiday. The rest is history.

Sports a number of small tattoos, most mean nothing — made after drunken or intoxicated nights. Some mean something too deep for Jasmine to truly think of head-on, but it is what it is.

Has been playing instruments since she was little, and has a secret love for classical music.. Her prized bass guitar was bought for her on her 18th birthday, the first year after her dad died.

BIOGRAPHY

TW parental death

Born in Salem to a Professor of Criminal Justice and a therapist who specialised in hypnotherapy, Jasmine had a pretty vanilla upbringing. With two older brothers, she grew up as a tomboy, preferring to roughhouse over the doll parties the neighbours enjoyed. They weren’t rich by any means, but they made do and would (with economical help from her paternal grandparents) fly abroad to visit family in Singapore by the benevolence of familial bonds. Jasmine was entranced with the two very different worlds she came from, and though it was true that she suffered from a small bout of bullying as a young girl, she largely learned to fight back with the help of her brothers — with bloodied knuckles and scabbed over knees, no one really bothered to fuck with Jasmine Kim.  At seven years old her father lost his job, though Jasmine never truly learned why it was apparent that some rogue investment had gone wrong and her father had taken the fall. Though they had lived in Salem for fourteen years as a family, the Kim’s decided to uproot. With their set of particular skills they found work in the small coastal town Jasmine finds herself in today — by eight years old it was as if she had lived there her entire life.  Her father never really got over the loss of his job, but with his particular expertise he was directed towards the mysteries of the Vampire of Antioch — his keen sense of research lead him to take a role in trying to work out what happened, which lead him just a step too far into the way of certain mythologies that one would be better to turn away from. Her mother continued to work in hypnotherapy in their small house by the coast, which left little room for privacy all things considered.  One brother, named Matthew for their maternal grandfather, failed to truly adjust to the new life that had presented itself. Instead of thriving, he fell deep into a malaise of depression by both the change of scene and perhaps even the terror that lurked beneath. Unsettled by his father’s eagerness to act the detective over such gruesome tales, he takes a leap of faith and lands in Singapore with his paternal grandparents, where he worries for his siblings and mother in equal measure, but has began a journey of his own. Her second brother, James, remained — like his mother, he studied to become a therapist, and by the time he had enough to move out, he joined a practise back in Salem.  At seventeen, ten years since their move to the coastal town, black news struck the Kim household. Though he had always been a keen swimmer, her father had gone with some work companions to swim in the sea at night, a far from wise choice considering the circumstances and his wife’s warning of a turn in the weather. Still, he continued — having not returned home, the family feared the worst but yet carried forth as if nothing could’ve been the matter. By midday the police turned up at their door, her mother had been mid-therapy session, her brothers playing soccer out back and Jasmine had been listening to her music in her room. His body had been found washed up beneath the pier, bloated and entangled with the green of the sea. It did not break her, but to manoeuvre the lack of her father around her life was a task that shaped her into who she became.  Having always loved music, it’s no surprise that she ended up playing the bassist to the band, Satanic Panic! Strumming the life blood of the music into every performance, it has become something of a sanctuary as every other member of her family left the town in order to escape the ghost of her father. Still, Jasmine takes comfort in the strange malaise of the town, and even managed to hold her life together enough to get a job at Crazy 8’s whilst saving for a place of her own (for the meantime, she shares a small place with like minded vagabonds). 

CONNECTIONS

Wanted Connection #1: White Rabbit, Having lived in town since she was seven years old (twenty years, what!), I bet she has a few friends she’s known for a long time. Proper friends, friends who were the comfort to her when she lost her dad or when her brothers skipped town — they have witnessed her transformation from tomboy brat, boyband fanatic and the current phase of doom & gloom.  Wanted Connection #2: Fetch The Bolt Cutters, Someone she has never held the time of day for, someone who simply rubbed her up the wrong. By stealing a crush before her very eyes, to picking fights in the playground, she yet can’t weave a diplomatic stance between them. Jasmine is moody, however, and probably did her own share of bullying and harassment back in the day.  Wanted Connection #3: First love / first spring, that innocent juvenile crush that never quite blossomed into anything real, a feeling that remained even twenty years hence! Skirting around one another, before drumming up the courage to do something about it at the wrong time and the wrong place. 

[valpoupdates]

FEBRUARY CALENDAR POSTING...

So much to see, so much to do, so little time ! Lucky for you, here in the Valparaíso Region, we keep track of it just for you ! Unless stated otherwise, these activities are optional. Residents do not have to take part in these if they don't wish to ! These can be used for threads throughout the month but new threads can't be started for these activities once the month is up. Please track the valpocalendar tag to stay updated month to month ( ©️ )

Casablanca Activities:

February 3rd-4th: Aire Libre will be hosting two romance-a-thon nights, one in Spanish and one in English (with Spanish closed captioning).  There will be a Valentine’s Day themed snack box consisting of a metal heart popcorn bowl, pink popcorn, a variety of candy, and heart-shaped alfajores provided by Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats.

February 3rd 5 PM: La vida de los peces: Andrés se reencuentra con su antiguo amor. 7 PM: Play: Dos personas buscan amor, pero nunca se encuentran. 10:00 PM: Los Fuertes: Lucas y Antonio empiezan un gran amor. February 4th 5 PM: Shrek: Un ogro y un burro tienen una aventura. 7 PM: Crazy Rich Asians: El novio de Rachel Chu, una profesora de economía, tiene un gran secreto. 10 PM: The Notebook: Duke lee una historia romántica a una paciente.

February 8th: Casablanca Blooms and Coffee will be hosting two Valentine’s Day-themed events: from 5 PM - 6 PM will be a bouquet-making class where you can create a beautiful bouquet for a loved one, and from 6 PM - 7 PM will be a coffee blending class where you can create your own sweet blend.

February 14th: Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats is hosting a Valentine’s Day dessert decorating session from 12 PM - 2 PM.  Come decorate cookies, brownies, and mini-cakes; then take home your goodies and share them with your loved ones.

Quilpué Activities:

February 9th: Caos Tattoos is hosting the Anti-Romance Tattoo Sale.  There will be affordable flash sheets around themes of anti-love and heartbreak.

February 18th: The Annual Beastly Brunch is happening again at the Quilpué Zoo from 11 PM - 1 PM.  Feast on delicious bites and sip brunch cocktails while learning and celebrating the feathered friends you have in your own backyard!  Brunch will be served.

February 22nd: Plantas Altas is having their Customer Appreciation Day. Plants will be up to 40% off, and there will be complimentary food and a DJ.  First 40 customers get a free t-shirt or tote bag with the store logo.

Valparaíso Activities:

February 1st: A Santa Moneda resident has some dozen leftover tickets for Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and has offered to fly people out to Carnival for a small fee. Carnival takes place February 9th-17th, and it is one of the largest yearly festivals in Brazil that celebrates their history, culture, and traditions. The itinerary is already made, hotel rooms have been booked, and VIP events have been reserved; all you need to do is reach out to Santa Moneda Front Desk and we can get you in touch with the resident. Serious inquiries only!

February 10th: Parque Cultural de Valparaíso is hosting a Lunar New Year Festival from 12 PM - 9 PM, celebrating the Year of the Wood Dragon. There will be foods from many different countries that celebrate the holiday, including China, Singapore, South Korea, Vietnam, and Malaysia, stalls that sell clothes, art, and knick-knacks, lion dancing, and presentations and reading corners for people of all ages to learn more about the history, culture, and traditions behind the holiday from each country. The festival will close out with fireworks.

February 23rd: The Universidad de Bellas Artes Poets play against the Pontifical Catholic University Pumas at 6 PM. Come show your school spirit or come support your local fútbol team.

February 24th: Biblioteca Santiago Severín is hosting a community shred day from 8 AM - 8 PM. With a small donation, you can bring any personal papers and documents to be shredded.  Volunteers are still needed; if interested, please sign up on our website, <santiagoseverin.cl>. 

Vi��a del Mar Activities:

February 11th-24th: The Ballet de Valparaíso will be performing Cinderella at The Teatro Municipal. Come laugh, be surprised, and fall in love with a new interpretation of an age-old fairytale.

February 14th: There will be speed dating in the Jardín Botánico Nacional from 2 PM - 4 PM, with complimentary coffee provided by Combi Coffee. Casual attire; no sign ups necessary.

February 17th: There is free admission for all tours, all day, at Castillo Wulff. If you and your kids or friends are looking for a fun way to pass the time, come learn about the beautiful, historic castle overlooking the sea.

February 25th - March 1st: The Quinta Vergara Amphitheater is hosting the LXII Festival Internacional de la Canción de Viña. It is the oldest and largest music festival in Latin America; the 6-day festival is broadcasted on the radio, television, and online streaming platforms. This year’s headlines include Maná, Peso Pluma, Allison Mandel, Andrea Bocelli with special guest Matteo Bocelli, Maria Becerra, and more!

February 29th: The restaurant inside the Casino de Viña del Mar is a popular place for people to get proposed to, and on Leap Year, that popularity dramatically increases as women will propose to their significant others.  No one knows when this tradition started, but it’s been going on for years; the restaurant even has a special menu for this day. Come grab a table and watch some potential impromptu proposals! Who cares if the rumors say most of them are staged!

[allaboutmedical]

Pico Laser Singapore: The Revolutionary Solution for Skin Concerns

In recent years, Pico Laser has become a highly sought-after treatment in Singapore, praised for its ability to effectively address a variety of skin concerns with minimal downtime. From pigmentation issues to acne scars and wrinkles, Pico Laser offers a non-invasive solution that promises quick and impressive results. If you're looking for a cutting-edge method to rejuvenate your skin, here’s everything you need to know about Pico Laser Singapore.

What is Pico Laser?

Pico Laser is a state-of-the-art laser technology that uses ultra-short pulses of energy measured in picoseconds (one trillionth of a second). This advanced technology enables the laser to target and treat skin imperfections at an incredibly fast rate, making it highly effective and safe. Unlike traditional lasers that work with longer wavelengths and can cause more thermal damage to the skin, Pico Laser’s rapid pulses break down pigment, collagen, and other skin imperfections with minimal damage to surrounding tissue. This leads to less downtime and quicker recovery for patients.

Benefits of Pico Laser Treatment

1. Pigmentation RemovalOne of the main reasons people opt for Pico Laser in Singapore is its effectiveness in treating pigmentation issues, such as sunspots, freckles, melasma, and age spots. The fast-moving energy from the Pico Laser breaks down pigment particles in the skin, helping to even out skin tone and eliminate discoloration. Patients often see clearer, more luminous skin after just a few sessions.

2. Acne Scar ReductionPico Laser is also a popular treatment for acne scars. It works by stimulating collagen production, which helps to improve skin texture and reduce the appearance of scars. Over the course of multiple sessions, patients often experience smoother, more even skin, with significant improvements in acne scarring.

3. Wrinkle and Fine Line TreatmentPico Laser can also be used to reduce fine lines and wrinkles. The laser stimulates the production of collagen and elastin in the skin, helping to restore firmness and elasticity. This makes it an excellent option for those looking to reduce the appearance of aging skin without the need for invasive procedures.

4. Tattoo RemovalAnother highly sought-after use of Pico Laser is tattoo removal. Traditional lasers can cause significant damage to the skin while trying to break down tattoo ink. However, the ultra-fast pulses of Pico Laser make the process more effective and less painful. It breaks down the tattoo ink particles without causing harm to the surrounding skin, resulting in a more comfortable experience with fewer side effects.

Why Choose Pico Laser in Singapore?

1. Minimal DowntimeUnlike more invasive treatments, Pico Laser requires minimal recovery time. Most patients can resume their normal activities immediately after the procedure, though mild redness or swelling may occur, which typically subsides within a few hours.

2. Precise TreatmentPico Laser is highly precise, allowing for targeted treatment of specific areas without affecting the surrounding skin. This makes it an ideal option for those with sensitive skin or for targeting small, focused areas such as stubborn pigmentation or deep scars.

3. Fast ResultsAlthough results vary from person to person, many patients notice improvements in their skin after just one or two sessions. For more challenging concerns such as deep pigmentation or scarring, multiple treatments may be required for optimal results.

4. Safe and EffectivePico Laser is FDA-approved and has been extensively tested for safety and efficacy. It’s a reliable option for those seeking non-invasive solutions to a variety of skin concerns, providing real results with minimal risk.

What to Expect During Pico Laser Treatment

Before starting your Pico Laser treatment, a consultation with a licensed professional will help determine your skin type and discuss the specific concerns you want to address. During the treatment, the technician will apply a cooling gel to your skin to enhance comfort. The Pico Laser handpiece will then deliver quick pulses of energy to the treatment area. Most patients describe the sensation as a mild tingling or warmth on the skin.

A typical session lasts about 20 to 30 minutes, depending on the area being treated. It’s a relatively quick procedure with no need for anesthesia.

Aftercare and Results

After your Pico Laser session, your skin may be slightly red or swollen, but these effects usually fade within a few hours. It's crucial to protect your skin from the sun following treatment, as it may be more sensitive. You may also experience mild scabbing or peeling in treated areas, which is a normal part of the healing process.

Results can be seen after just one session, but for more dramatic improvements, such as the reduction of deep pigmentation or scarring, multiple treatments may be required. With consistent treatments, many patients experience smoother, brighter, and more youthful-looking skin.

Choosing the Right Pico Laser Clinic in Singapore

When choosing a Pico Laser provider in Singapore, it’s essential to go to a reputable clinic that employs experienced dermatologists or certified professionals. Look for clinics that are licensed and have a proven track record of treating patients with Pico Laser. Reviews from previous patients can provide insight into the quality of service and the effectiveness of the treatments.

Conclusion

Pico Laser offers a revolutionary solution for those looking to address common skin concerns such as pigmentation, acne scars, wrinkles, and even tattoos in Singapore. Its non-invasive approach, minimal downtime, and quick results make it an attractive option for anyone seeking to improve their skin’s appearance. If you’re considering Pico Laser, make sure to consult with a trusted clinic to ensure the best possible results for your skin.

[beautywellnessblog]

How Should You Take Care of Your Skin in Singapore After Getting a Laser Treatment?

Laser medicines are in the top five categories of nonsurgical medications.

Many uses for laser treatments on the skin include hair removal, tattoo removal, and the correction of blemishes, scars, small kinks, and inflammation. If you've just had laser therapy or are thinking about getting one, you should know how to take care of your skin afterward. If you're interested in laser skin rejuvenation, see Mizu.

Which laser works best for skin repair prior to aftercare?

The best laser for eliminating wrinkles, curing crow's feet, repairing sun damage, and generally rejuvenating skin is the Fraxel Repair laser. Yes, Fraxel does take some time off, but your skin will look 10 years younger, tighter, and entirely regenerated after a few days of appearing like you have a sunburn.

Following laser treatment

The most common adverse reaction to laser therapy is a rash that resembles a mild sunburn and lasts for a few days, along with swelling, redness, irritation, and stinging. The following are five essential pointers for caring for your skin following laser treatment:

1. Regularly clean the area that was treated.

After treatment, make sure to wash your skin two to five times daily. Your primary care provider can advise using water, saline, or a weaker solution for cleaning.

2. Use the appropriate sunscreen.

Because the area treated will need further consideration after the application of the sunscreen, you will need something to treat sensitive skin. Choosing the best sunscreen will help your skin heal.

3. Reduce swelling and redness

The common side effects of swelling and redness can be reduced with the help of cool ice packs. Normal application ought to take care of these problems while your new skin frames.

4. Soak your skin after treatment.

You will have salves given to the area shortly after the treatment is finished to aid in the healing process and prevent disease. You'll need to maintain the skin moisturized with supported creams and protective skin health management medications after you stop using the salve.

5. Don't select the area that has been treated.

The treated area will strip while you're healing and new skin is growing in. No matter how tempted you may feel, refrain from picking at your skin. Allow it to properly recover by giving it time.

If you experience any discomfort, over-the-counter pain relievers are effective. If you smoke, avoid doing so while the repair process is underway. It will only slow down the interaction further and possibly complicate it. Observe the advice of your expert strictly.

The benefits of laser treatment for pigmentation

Laser treatments are non-intrusive, short-term methods that require little time for recovery. The majority of routine exercises can be continued immediately following therapy. Where you received treatment will soon be framed by new skin, and once your skin heals, the results will last for a very long time.

Make an appointment with your doctor right away if you are experiencing issues following laser treatment or if you have concerns.

[tabbsumraseotech]

Small Tattoo Removal

In Singapore, 3Beauties offers Small Tattoo Removal services. When attempting to remove small tattoos, modern methods like laser therapy are usually used to break down the ink particles. Small tattoo removal refers to the process of eliminating a small sized tattoo from the skin. Various methods are employed for tattoo removal, including laser therapy, dermabrasion, and surgical excision. I advise looking up online reviews, getting in touch with them directly, or going to their official website.

[inkby-finch]

Tattoo shop at peninsula shopping centre

Many depressed people throughout the world are figuring out how to stop being affected by depression and anxiety. Sometimes getting a tattoo might help with depression. The entire process empowers the individual experiencing pain to take care of them. By getting tattoos from tattoo shop at peninsula shopping centre and forget your pain and concentrate on your healing process. You are reminded of the pledges that you followed and how you managed to endure a terrible experience. By making these changes, you can defeat your mental obstacles and go on to have a happy life.

[rakeshraseo321]

Tired of Your Tattoo? Get Safe and Effective Small Tattoo Removal in Singapore

Are you looking for a way to say goodbye to a little tattoo you no longer enjoy? At 3 Beauties, we provide creative remove tattoo Singapore treatments tailored explicitly for smaller patterns. Our expert professionals employ cutting-edge technology to remove unwanted ink safely and effectively, leaving you with clear, attractive skin. We have a team of skilled and managed professionals who can help you say goodbye to unwanted tattoos.

[ailtrahq]

In a recent X post, the cofounder and chief executive of Binance exchange, the largest crypto trading platform by volume, addressed how the logo of Binance was created.After the logo was created, CZ and his friends Luke and Gareth — among which is, allegedly, one of Binance's cofounders — got together in Singapore to get tattoos of the Binance logo on their arms. That happened back in 2018.According to CZ, the logo was created 16 months before that, in the summer of 2017, the year when the platform was kickstarted with the help of an ICO — a popular method for raising funds in the crypto industry back then.Here's how Binance logo came to beCZ admitted that he and the other founders tried a lot of different variations to create a logo for their crypto exchange. The idea was to represent the bids and asks on Binance using two squares. As for the title Binance itself, it stands for "Binary Finance."CZ wrote that they put a square on top of another square to make it look pretty much like a "digital eight." Even though this is a lucky digit in Chinese culture, they did not like the result. Binance's designer Tang suggested a couple of other variations, CZ says, and he noticed the two diagonal squares on top of each other, with a slight overlap on figure two. This appealed to CZ more than just the two squares on top of each other, since the overlap already symbolized the bids and asks.The next idea they used was making these small squares overlap each other on a bigger square, like two game pieces on a game board; this would symbolize a crypto exchange operating like a "playground" for trading. However, even then the logo looked "weak" to CZ. Then, Binance designers simply thickened the lines of all the squares. That was it, CZ proudly wrote.Binance and CoinMarketCap historyOnce they agreed on the idea for the logo, Luke stated that he was up to getting a Binance logo tattoo on his arm. CZ and Gareth joined him. Luke, who was in fact Luke Wagman, founder of CoinMarketCap, then also got a tattoo of his platform on his arm. Curiously, a few years later, Binance bought CoinMarketCap. Source

[zensoup]

Learning to die.

Shadows swam from corner to corner of the room like leeches in a lake.

It was just raw fear of dying. Perhaps actually a wish? Maybe the scary part was that I wished it?

Life and death are not opposite. Death is the opposite of birth, not of life. Life doesn’t have an opposite. My diary was full of all sorts of philosophical quips, but nothing to take the hatchet out of my chest.

And so pain endured. It debated if it found someone worth it. It made a nest, in an apartment on 29th floor of a high-rise overlooking Singapore lights. How long will it take to hatch?

I was a student of one of the world’s best business schools. With lots of things I thought I knew. But actually, a lost old soul, who didn’t know how to trust a friend. A loner who loved the illusions of his own kaleidoscopic imagination, passionate moments of creation and self-induced nostalgia from revisiting old school yards and imaginary cemeteries of neon signs.

With absolutely no idea of what I should be doing next with life, and in a relationship that felt like a tight choker.

I was sweating from an anxiety fit, every 3am, regularly for weeks. Night after night scared shitless of dying of a heart attack. Like my Grandfather on a cold January morning.

“Grandfather never taught me how to die, it happened to him too soon.” I said that out loud to myself that night.

And then I saw him, looking at me from outside the window, in the black night.

A handsome man. Moustache and sleek dark hair combed back in the art-deco style. Fire of heart forged his brow. Depth of his nature glimmered in the greens of his eyes. And history of survival, terror and war smudged on his prison tattoo. A vision of my ancestor, appearing alive.

We talked.

“I miss you” I cried, and started talking to him, “…I didn’t know what was happening… I was just standing in my pyjamas in your office upstairs, ran onto the balcony. The snow was melting, I was barefoot, and the red rusty railing was cold. You were carried out of the house, I didn’t know where they were taking you, and why you had to be carried, we just cuddled that morning…”

“I didn’t sleep the whole night. And then the next day my Aunt came, walked into the living room, sat my grandmother in the main armchair, kneeled in front of her, and said something with tears in her eyes…”

“My uncle then pulled me out of the room, just as I heard a wail, a piercing saw of pain, that stabbed at my own face in the corridor mirror. First time I felt death, was when I saw my own reflection in a mirror, looking back blankly. “

“A long shriek and a cry at the end, with a pause of silence so deep. My uncle turned to me and said laconically: ‘Grandfather died’.”

I didn’t feel a thing, and my mirror reflection wasn’t mine.

A small boy, wearing red tight shorts and a white tight shirt. A little polish boy dressed in the colours of its pained fatherland, who has lost yet another man to the terrors of the system.

“I know”, the reflection said and disappeared.

The system. It took me a long long time, to learn to use this word with love.

My grandfather spent most of his life in a forest, tending to it and ranging to its animals. We sometimes went to catch butterflies, that we would then freeze and pin to a glass-covered display cabinets hanging on the walls of his office. He had dozens and dozens of butterflies, beetles and dragonflies displayed across the room, by the time he passed away there was no more room for any more. And a huge boar on the wall, as well as antlers of various animals.

He still appears in my dreams as a bear. Big and strong bear, who is waiting for me in my orchards of symbols.

We often dove into the forest, holding hands. His hand was like a warm sea. And the forest’s spirited chirps, cracks, haunts and howls echoed in us both through the connection we shared.

Nature, nature burning with light, how I miss thy embracing lullaby…

In my own heart.

I turn around and fall asleep. I was ok after that visit.

I knew I will always have him. He came from a scar in the sky, a rapture in the black shawl that covered the metropolis, reminding us that even in the deepest madness of men detached from their nature, we are still all but children.

[beabnormal24]

I just saw this picture a minute ago and my brain yelled at me to write this so- sorry for the inconvenience.

It’s just by coincidence and a bit of luck that George’s phone starts to ring the exact moment Aleix deems his exhaustion evident enough to let him have a short break from his pull-ups.

Although he’s the only one who can actually hear Elton John’s voice softly singing Rocket Man inside his earplugs, Aleix still raises an eyebrow at him, curious.

He takes the phone from under the bench, very much intending to just hang up and shoot a quick message to whomever seems so keen on disrupting his routines.

But then, his gaze catches on the caller’s id on the screen, still flashing dark with a familiar image, a smile filling up almost half of it. The sweat on his forehead has never felt so cold.

“I have to take this.” George says, getting up as he tosses the AirPods somewhere. He makes quick work to swipe on the green, raising a hand before Aleix can say anything. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be quick, I swear.”

And then he takes the first door out of the gym. He finds himself in a lockers room, damp with humidity from the showers, though the lingering stillness in the air and the empty cabinets against the walls tell him he’s alone.

Which is as good as he can get, for what little he cares about comfort as he sits on the first bench to his right, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey.”

“George.” It’s soft spoken, familiar in an almost lazy way that has George exhaling a long breath that he might’ve been holding for more than he would like to admit - from Singapore, even.

“Hey,” he repeats stupidly. The smile that he can feel crossing over his face is probably just as dumb. “To what do I owe this call?”

“Did you get a tattoo without telling me?” Daniel asks, straight to the point in the way he has always been, even when George had trouble looking at him without feeling to small.

Allegedly, not very much has changed since then. George still thinks that Daniel si too bright for him and Daniel likes to make fun of the way his shoulders scrunches even when he is so tall - stand up straight, Russell George.

But in this case, it is indeed a relief to know that things are just the same.

“No?” George asks, chuckling. “Why would you think that?”

There’s a stilling silence, nothing coming from the other side of the line, and George wonders whether Daniel is sitting on his bed, tucked comfortably in his family farm on the other side of the hemisphere; or if he’s standing on one of those dusty hills, propped against his silly motorbikes and dirtying his hands with a dark black that does not belong to racing cars anymore.

And then, a soft voice again. “Saw a picture online.” Daniel admits. He sounds sheepish, or it may just be George’s imagination. “A butterfly, on your arm.”

“Oh.” George exhales. “Yeah, no. Just went to a- what was it called? Butterfly garden? In Austin. They used this stamp and, well, that’s that.”

“Okay,” Daniel sighs, chuckling breathlessly to himself. “Shit, I thought you were going and getting a tattoo without me.”

George chuckles, leaning his head against one of the lockers. The handle digs into the back of it, a stinging nuisance, but it’s easy to forget about it when Daniel laughs into his ear. Crystalline, genuine. “Nah, I would never betray you like that. I made an oath, didn’t I?”

“I was afraid you would forget about me.” Daniel says, quieter.

George closes his eyes, swallowing around nothing as his heart settles into a gentle rythm, the one that his chest seems to love the most when Daniel is next to him.

And, apparently, even a phone call will do.

“I couldn’t do it even I wanted to.” George admits, a fair trade: vulnerable for vulnerable.

Do you miss me, too, then?

“Yeah.” Daniel says.

George realises that he must’ve asked it out loud.

@danieldrivesfast I have something for you

[banananutsmuthie]

YouWeMe Part 2: A Rose Red Door

Idol(s): Elly [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 3.7k+ words

Content Advisory: 🍑 Stuff

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 1: The Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo (Yoojung)

A/N: For those viewing this on browser, there's a small easter egg in the story. In case you don't find it, I'll include it in the A/N at the end of the story.

“Is this a cute pussy?”

Yoojung never did get an answer. Not like it would've made a difference—anything could be cute when jammed on your cock. She slipped out of her yellow shorts that bunched down to her ankles when she stood. Or was it green? No, it was definitely mint. Faint mint. She ran through the list of steps to the choreography of their next comeback. What was it again? Drop it low. Thrust hard and fast into her. Something in between that. “What step am I missing, Yoojung?” She turned back toward you while continuing to ride you, trading in the bus seat next to you for a seat on your lap instead.

“You gotta wake up,” she answered in an ethereal echo.

*smack*

A stack of papers interrupts your reverie of Yoojung. It loudly bangs against the desk next to the little red notebook that hasn't left your side for the last two weeks.

“You gotta wake up!” A lovely start to the workday: a loud lecture from your boss. “The higher-ups want this Risk Assessment Report finalized by Friday, we can’t afford to lose this contract with Idol Club. Their Singapore branch opens in a couple months and they’ve got a lot riding on it.”

It’s too early for this shit. “Sure, boss.”

“You doing okay?” he asks, noticing the dark circles around your tired eyes that refuse to stay open for longer than five seconds at a time.

“Yeah, just been working long nights, that’s all.” Technically the truth. He didn’t need to know the real reason for staying so late. In fact, no one needed to know you’ve been taking the last bus home every night for the last two weeks, hoping to run into Yoojung so that you could return her notebook and maybe even ask her to dinner.

But even good intentions have ulterior motives. Lost notebook or not, a dripping wet pussy is one hell of a drug—even one hit leads to an addiction. It’s evident from every dream of Yoojung since that night. Chasing that high again is the only justifiable reason to take a bus home that late.

So far, it’s been fruitless. She’s probably too busy prepping for that Weki Meki comeback. But with every passing day, it’s getting harder to remember the exact details of that night—a slight change here and there every time you dream about it and before you know it, Yoojung is a forgotten memory, just another ship passing in the night. You refuse to accept that fate. You know where she works, maybe it’s time to be proactive.

“Actually, do you mind if I take a sick day? I’m not really feeling well.”

“Look, I appreciate you staying late and getting work done, but you gotta stop overworking yourself. Work can always wait; mental health is important. Remember that. Go relax, stay at home and watch Netflix all day, enjoy a nice hike with friends. Or better yet, go fuck as many beautiful women as you can.” It's almost like your boss knew about Yoojung. “Because life's too short to spend 80 hours a week in this shithole job. So you take as much time as you need, I'll take care of the Idol Club report.”

“Appreciate it, boss man.” You grab Yoojung’s notebook as you head out, Googling the address to Fantagio Headquarters. Turns out it’s a short subway ride. Staying late at work just to catch a bus that Yoojung may not even be on now seems like a silly idea in retrospect.

Gangnam is a sprawling district full of luxury shops and pretty idols. You've wandered around here aimlessly before out of curiosity, but standing in front of Fantagio HQ is a new experience. It towers over most other buildings on the street, providing shade from the sweltering summer sun. Across the street, a small encampment of Ki-Lings and Arohas line the sidewalk with Canons and Nikons, watching the building for any sign of their favorite idols.

A burly security guard stands at the entrance. He stops you as you approach, asking if you have an appointment. You explain that you have Yoojung’s notebook and would like to return it to her personally. He radios someone on his walkie-talkie for confirmation but he steps aside eventually.

The receptionist in the lobby is much nicer. She signs you in, handing you a guest badge and directing you to the elevators before retreating behind her desk. While waiting for the elevator, you inspect the building directory plastered on the wall; it’s an overwhelmingly endless list of rooms and offices, none of it relevant. An elevator finally arrives. The doors close behind you upon entering before realizing the receptionist never gave directions. Floor 2 seems like the most logical place to start.

As the doors open, a rush of sweet vanilla and sandalwood fragrance floods the elevator. A river of two-toned walnut flooring separates the long corridor with snow white walls and two rose red doors lining either side. Music leaks out from nearly every room, polluting the hallway with a cacophony of the combined sounds. These are definitely the practice rooms.

Only male voices can be heard through the doors nearest the elevator. It’s not worth bothering to check those rooms. Practice room 3 is dark and empty. There’s only one unvetted practice room left on the floor now. You knock on the door labelled “Practice Room 4,” but there's no answer. Best to check inside just to be sure.

The windowless room is disappointingly dull and empty. It’s just slightly bigger than a walk-in pantry, its walls lined with heather gray fabric from floor to ceiling, providing some very basic sound-proofing.

At the other end, a Yamaha keyboard and a cellphone on a tripod sit on the surface of a grey metal desk, the cell phone screen playing a video of a man ramming his cock into a naked woman from behind. In front of the desk, an unknown woman with bluish-black hair sits on a black leather chair that’s squeaking and rocking back and forth. Her back is facing the door and her legs splay in a V shape atop the desk, her clothes tossed in a pile on the floor beneath.

The sight of this unknown masturbating woman is enough to make your cock twitch and heart quicken. You shut the door and audibly clear your throat hoping she’ll hear you. The woman continues her business, obviously oblivious to your presence.

“Hello?”

Still no answer. Slowly approaching her, you realize why: her AirPods jut out of her ears, drowning her out to the outside world. You hesitate at first but finally tap her on the shoulder. She jolts up with cat-like reflexes out of her chair in surprise.

“What the fuck!” she screams.

Within a fraction of a second, she turns to face you, her body bumping up against the desk and her hands hurriedly attempting to cover her private parts. Her eyebrows furrow into visible annoyance as she glares at you. In the scuffle and confusion, the chair rotates around. A purple vibrator rolls off the seat and thuds onto the floor, still vibrating.

It's Yoojung's band mate Elly, her expression now evolving into full anger.

“Fucking knock next time!”

“I did but you didn't answer.”

“And so you thought you’d just come in?! Who the fuck are you?!”

You've seen many of this girl's V LIVEs and Kiki Cams, but you've never seen her so visibly upset. There’s just something so hot about a mad and naked Elly.

“I'm so sorry, I'm just looking for Yoojung, I thought you might’ve been her. I have her notebook and just wanted to return it to her.” You wave Yoojung’s notebook in your right hand.

Suddenly, her demeanor changes. Her shoulders drop slightly as her eyebrows relax and the lines on her forehead disappear. She scans you from head to toe as her eyes widen to a realization.

“Oh. Bus guy,” she lets out, a devilish smirk starting to form on her face.

Yoojung definitely told her. Every Weki Meki member must know by now. You’ll forever be known as bus guy in their eyes. A sea of uneasiness and embarrassment washes over your body. You’re not sure what to say.

In the silence, her naked body inches toward you, a waft of her sweet lilac perfume growing stronger as she approaches. You attempt to back away but you bump into the wall behind you. Before you can retreat, Elly closes ground, slamming her palms against the wall on either side of you. Her arms form a prison preventing your escape, but in the process, she unleashes her own body from the shackles of her arms that once guarded her forbidden flesh.

Elly’s flawless skin is soft and milky, almost fragile like porcelain and fair enough to rival Twice’s Dahyun’s beautiful skin tone. It contrasts well with her cheery pink nipples on her medium-sized breasts. As your eyes gaze further down, you notice her figure slightly widen at the hip, leading to a thin, neatly-trimmed strip just above Elly’s creamy, tight pink crawl space. Her soft, neat folds glisten from her interrupted solo performance. She stares back with a suggestive and seductive gaze after your eyes finish inspecting her body.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Well, I was practicing...”

You look past her shoulder toward the black leather chair behind her. The leather at the front of the seat where her crotch would be is more worn out than the rest of the chair and stained with what you presume to be her bodily fluids absorbed deeply into the fabric.

“Yeah, I can see you must ‘practice’ a lot in here,” you retort.

She playfully sasses back, “Well, the door doesn’t say ‘Dance Practice Room’ on it, does it? It doesn’t say ‘Vocal Practice Room’ either, does it?”

“No, I suppose not,” you answer.

She continues with a reply to a question you haven’t even asked. “I have a V LIVE scheduled in here at the top of the hour. I get nervous doing them by myself, so I like to rub one out before every V LIVE to relieve my stress.” Elly does a ton of V LIVEs. And judging by her worn out chair, she must really love doing V LIVEs. No wonder she always looks so relaxed on her streams.

She continues, “But you interrupted my orgasm, so now it’s only fair Yoojung’s play toy helps me finish.”

Her cold hand presses against your pants, causing your back to straighten against the wall. Your pants suddenly get tighter. She propels her hips towards yours, carefully positioning her pussy lips so that it surrounds your cock like a bun cradling a hot dog. Those damn pants. If only the fabric separating your two genitals would disappear. She briefly rubs her crotch against you before pulling back, her juices leaving a small wet spot on your pants where she rubbed.

“I have a name, you know,” is the only thing you can think of saying.

Elly ignores you as she makes her way back to the desk, picking up the vibrator still wobbling on the floor. She recklessly pushes the keyboard toward the wall at the back edge of the table. In the space she creates, she hops on, her arms propping her up and her folded legs dangling over the desk. She looks at your stunned body, still backed up against the wall she had you pinned up against.

A couple seconds pass and neither of you has said or done anything.

“Well? I’m waiting,” she finally says with a smile, gesturing with her curled index finger to come toward her.

Not one to turn down an invitation to a sexy soiree for two, you stumble towards the desk. Elly seductively unfolds and spreads open her legs, revealing the meaty gates where heaven lies behind, beckoning to make them pearly white with your cum.

You unzip your pants, letting your cock escape its tightening confines. But as you take aim to insert yourself into Elly, she pushes her hands against your stomach, stopping you from entering her.

“Woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?” she asks.

“I thought you said I—”

Elly cuts you off, “I said you were gonna help me finish, I never said anything about sticking your dick in me.” Your cock slowly softens at the misunderstanding.

“I’m the one who needs this to relax for my V LIVE, remember?” she explains.

She leans back further, her body now propped up by her elbows. She lifts her feet onto the edge of the table, her legs still spread in front of you.

“Only ‘Mr. Purple Pussy Eater’ gets to penetrate my pussy,” she says, handing you the purple vibrator in her hand. “Get to work, bus guy.”

You stubbornly obey her command.

She shuts her eyes while biting her lower lip in pleasure. “Oh yeah, right there,” she moans. She violently starts to rub her clit, her chest visibly motioning up and down in response.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

She leans back further, lifting her legs and wrapping them around your neck. Her grip tightens around you as you continue to make up for interrupting her when you first walked in.

Any and all memory of Yoojung begins to fade for the moment, temporarily replaced by the sight of Elly getting off on the purple dildo you obediently thrust in and out of her. Yoojung who? Elly is the new flavor of the week. Now if only she'd let you fuck her.

“Come on, Elly,” you beg, “let me stick it in you.” Your cock grazes the inner part of her soft, sweaty thighs.

Elly smirks at you. Your cock slowly springs back to life in anticipation as she grabs the vibrator out of your hand. She withdraws it from herself in the process; Mr. Purple Pussy Eater emerges from Elly drenched in her fluids. Elly unwraps her legs around your neck and dismounts from the desk, leaving a steamy imprint of her ass on the cold metal surface. She wraps her fingers around your hard shaft as she drags you with her to the wall. As she frees you from her heavenly grasp, Elly faces you, her sweaty back making contact with the fabric surface.

“Do you know my position in Weki Meki?”

It's a weird time to be having a quiz, but you play along anyway. "Lead vocalist." It's a no-brainer, everyone knows that.

She playfully shakes her head. "Wrong. Try again."

Wrong? You shrug at her in confusion. There's no other logical position.

“I’m the Main Ass of Weki Meki.”

She turns around, her breasts pressing against the wall. Elly’s legs spread slightly apart with her beautiful booty perking up towards you and her arms outstretched above her at the same angle against the wall. Her body forms a perfect X.

She wasn’t lying about her assets—she definitely has the most voluptuous ass in the group. Granted, you’ve only seen Yoojung’s bare bottom, but Elly’s stage performances of “Oopsy” attracted you to her gratuitous ass. Now seeing it uncovered, you stand there debating if it’s top 5 in the industry.

While maintaining her position, she turns her head so that she can see you.

“Stick it in my Main Ass.”

She points you to the tube of lube in one of the drawers. After applying it, you grab her curvy hips from behind and whisper in her ear, “Are you ready for this solo, Main Ass?”

She giggles and backs up into you. You slap her right cheek and it ripples like a soft block of tofu. It leaves a stinging pink imprint, but she moans and giggles in jubilation.

You slide into her slowly, constantly checking with her to make sure she’s okay with it. She clenches her fingers onto the wall as you disappear deeper into her. Elly purrs in delight.

“That’s it, deeper.” As the Main Ass, she's used to abusing her own asshole; if you aren't all the way in, it isn't deep enough for Elly.

You exhale in ecstasy, your eyes closed as you push further, unable to open them with how good she feels. You start to motion in and out, but Elly wants you to go faster. You oblige.

Elly screams with each thrust, “Fuck. Yes. That’s it.”

Your crotch is met with her pillowy soft ass, feeling like you're bouncing off a trampoline made of soft cotton as you drive her into the wall, a thunderous clap sound being produced with each and every thrust. You pinch the soft under parts of her cheeks. You aren’t sure how much longer you could hold on at this rate.

“I’m almost close, then you can cum,” Elly says, as if she heard what you were thinking.

Still pinned to the wall, she reaches out her arm for her vibrator on the table. She turns it on, sticking it between her as you continue to pound her from behind. She instructs you to take control of her vibrator. You reach around with your hand and rapidly stick it in and out of her. You find the dial and turn it up to the highest setting.

“Oh my God! I’m gonna cum!” Elly yells. Her legs pull in together, making her ass feel tighter against your cock. Her body looks more like a Y than an X now.

Suddenly the floodgates open, the levees unable to hold her any longer. She gushes from the double penetration, splattering all over the wall. She lets out a heavenly sigh, her juice continuing to drip down her inner thighs.

Her legs start to turn into jello after the orgasm. She's loose and relaxed, ready to start her V LIVE. But not just yet. Not without your orgasm first. She starts to slide down the wall as her legs give in, but you thrust upward and hold her up by her hips, continuing to fuck her in the ass that's now relaxed and easier to thrust into.

You can feel the vibrator pressed against the other side of her walls, massaging your cock and pushing you closer to orgasm. She can feel your warm breath against her neck. Elly pushes you off her knowing you're about to cum.

“Cum on my ass,” she demands.

You stroke your cock a little more before you can’t hold it in any longer. All that cum you’ve been saving for Yoojung the last couple weeks finally rushes out. Wow, Yoojung. A bad time for her to finally pop back into your head. Yoojung is who you came to see, but it's not like she's your girlfriend or anything. Still, you feel a little guilty.

But not guilty enough.

You continue stroking through your orgasm, your cum flying uncontrollably everywhere. Thick, hot strands of seed completely cover Elly’s voluptuous ass just like she requested, some of it splattering on the fabric walls surrounding her.

An art critic might have confused the scene with a Jackson Pollock painting, the fresh paint still drying on the soft, curvy canvas as you put on the finishing touches. It’s no Pollock, that’s for sure. But it's a masterpiece. Your masterpiece. You back away from her in exhaustion, admiring the number you had done on Elly as you collapse in front of the wall opposite of her.

“Wow, you had a lot of cum for me. I guess your cock really loved my ass.” Elly smiles as she grabs numerous tissues in the desk drawer to wipe herself off.

You notice her sweat leaving an imprint on the fabric wall; an outline of her body as well as her pressed breasts are evidently soaked into the fabric. In addition to the cum from both of you dripping down the wall, it would be clear to anyone what happened in this “practice” room.

The both of you start cleaning up and getting dressed as Elly’s solo V LIVE draws closer.

“Well, it’s been fun, bus guy, but you really need to go. I have a V LIVE in like 30 seconds.”

She shoos you out of the practice room. As you stand outside in the corridor, you repeat to Elly, “I have a name, you know…”

Elly playfully replies, “I don’t care” before slamming the rose red door in your face.

“But—hey! Do you know where Yoojung is?” you yell through the door, but she doesn’t reply. She smartly locks the door having learned her lesson. No luck on Yoojung’s whereabouts.

You make your way down the long corridor back to the elevators deciding to try another floor to find Yoojung. As you wait for the elevator to arrive, you suddenly receive a notification on your phone:

[WEKI MEKI] 🔴 Starting LIVE : Play with me😊✌️

Elly has managed to look decent for her fans, but she hasn’t noticed that the sweaty imprint of her naked body on the wall hasn’t yet evaporated. It proudly sits in the background of her V LIVE for the whole world to see, along with her explosive orgasm dripping down the wall and shots of your cum still splattered across the fabric. Poor Elly. She’s gonna get roasted for this one. Serves her right for not giving you any information about Yoojung, though. You chuckle as hundreds, maybe thousands, of comments flood her stream, commenting on the good dick she must’ve received from some lucky bastard. Suddenly the stream cuts off and you hear Elly shriek in horror from the other end of the corridor. All because of an unlocked rose red door.

The elevator door opens as you gaze up from your phone, noticing Doyeon standing in the elevator, her arms crossed and giving off an aura of unconcerned chic. Her eyes meet your gaze briefly as you step into the elevator. The button for the 3rd floor is already pressed. It's as good a choice as any. Not like you have any idea where you're going.

As the elevator makes its way up one floor, the lights go out completely and the carriage suddenly jerks and stops. In the darkness, you hear Doyeon frantically trying to press buttons, but nothing happens.

Resigned to her fate, Doyeon sighs under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Fucking great.”

You're still intent on finding Yoojung, but only one thought crosses your mind at that moment.

“Fucking great, indeed.”

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 3: Floor 2½ (Doyeon)

Easter Egg: Clicking on the V LIVE notification (browser only) will open a new window to the V LIVE that Elly filmed with the same video title. The grey walls behind her in that video is what inspired this story.

[doyumacy]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 1

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴀᴄᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀ’ᴀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ɢᴜɴꜱ, ɢᴜɴꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ,

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5,3ᴋ

next

three years ago

you slide out from under the car you've been working on when you hear an unfamiliar engine approaching the garage. it must be a customer, you think as you go to the front desk to help them.

the man who enters the office surprises you. he has light brown hair and is wearing black jeans with a white shirt with black flowers. his dark brown eyes sparkle with curiosity as he sees you. a black maserati is parked behind him.

"can i help you?" you ask, freely.

"i have a faulty spark plug and my garage is on the other side of the planet. they told me this was the best place in town."

"and it is. go ahead and go into the store."

"don't mechanics normally keep people waiting in the office?" he asked amused.

"only when the person doesn't know anything about cars. obviously you do, so you have to keep me company while i fix it," you smirk.

"what's your name, suh? -he asks, using the last name on your work shirt.

"y/n. yours?"

"yuta. nakamoto yuta."

"nice to meet you. let's get that car fixed, shall we?"

a few minutes later, the black car is with the hood open in the garage. yuta, on the other hand, is helping you by handing you the necessary tools. you let his fingers brush a little more than strictly necessary when yuta hands you a wrench.

yuta smiles and leans back against the car once you're done. "how much do i owe you?" he asks quietly.

it takes you a second to really register how close you are to each other. you look him in the eye. "how about you take me out to dinner and the debt is settled?" you ask in a sudden flare of audacity.

fortunately, he smiles.

"my thoughts exactly. what time will you be out here?

“six.”

he looks down at that ridiculously nice black gold watch.

"it's only an hour from now. how about i keep you company until then?"

"i'd like that."

"so what were you working on before I showed up?"

"my charger over there. there are some bastards who want to compete with me saying their luxury imports can beat it. tonight they're in for an ugly surprise."

you assume yuta has heard about your garage, knows about your regular clientele. they consider themselves the best store around to the fellow street racers. but to everyone else, it's just a small garage.

"that sounds like something i'd like to see. mind if i stay and watch you kick their asses?"

"it'd be my pleasure," you smile.

as expected, you end up following yuta back to his apartment after winning the race by a solid car length. the endorphins from winning the race flood your senses, and yuta is amazed that he had managed to stumble upon such an amazing girl. someone like him.

sl walking, you find yourself wrapped in warm arms and leaning against a hard chest. you caress the dragon-shaped tattoo on his right shoulder and plant a kiss on it.

a quiet moan tells you she is waking up. his arm tightens around her. he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Good morning to you too," you say.

yuta rolls you onto his back and rests his torso on top of yours. "good morning."

"You look happy.

"i woke up with a beautiful, bad-ass, street-racing woman in my arms. how could i complain?"

you laugh. "well, i could say the same thing. it's not often i get to wake up next to a hot guy and  that brother would probably beat up if he knew where i spent the night."

he barks out a laugh. "you're most likely right..." he bites his lip. "there's something you need to know."

your smile disappears. "you're not married, are you?"

"no! god, no," he replies instantly. "i just want to know if you want it to be more than a brief fling."

you are silent for a moment as he thought.

"yes, i think so. i mean, we could get to know each other better but yes," you explain.

"then we're on the same page," you nod absently. "do you want to have breakfast before we go on with our talk?"

you can't help but get a little nervous. what does he have to say?

"what do you want for breakfast?"

"uh..." you sit up, holding the black sheet against your chest to cover yourself. "whatever. i'm not particularly picky."

yuta nods and gets out of bed, pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants. he leaves his room and you lie back down on the bed. your cell phone rings somewhere in yuta's room and you grunt getting up to look for it. you find it inside your jeans.

"y/n! where the hell are you?" johnny asks as soon as you answer the phone. “you didn’t come home last night, and jaehyun said there was a guy watching you the entire race.”

“don’t worry about it, brother. that guy was my date last night. i’m at this place right now,” you grin.

“hold on, you had a date?! who? why didn’t you tell me?” johnny bombards you with questions.

you sigh. you saw this coming.

“everything all right?” yuta asks, entering his bedroom.

“my brother,” you say with your mouth. “johnny! easy with the questions. i’ll tell you later, bye!”

“be responsible!” it can be heard from the phone and you hang up.

you exhale dramatically and fall back on the bed.

“trouble, dear?” yuta inquiries.

you raise your head to look at him. “big brothers are tedious,” you announce after a minute.

“i wouldn’t know; i’m the older brother.”

“oh?”

yuta smiles warmly. “i have a younger brother. the idiot used to fight older bullies in the yard, and i was the one who had to finish them off.”

you smirk. “you protected him. my brother’s the same way.”

“let’s eat, okay? i still need to talk about something important,” yuta declares.

you nod and he tosses you slightly one of his shirts. you put it on and grab your panties putting them on.

yuta made sunny side up eggs and french toasts. between bites, yuta begins to speak. “i work for the korean mafia.”

“huh?” you stop eating and stare at him. “you what?”

yuta laughs lightly. “i work for the korean mafia.” he repeats. “i bet you’re wondering what a japanese guy is doing working for the korean mafia.”

“not exactly my first thought but yes,” you shrug. “what do you do?”

“let’s say i’m a middleman between the korean mafia and the yakuza,” he confesses.

you frown. “so you buy goods from them and sell them?”

yuta raises an eyebrow at you. “what are you? a businesswoman?”

you laugh and have a bite of your toast. “i went to business school, but i dropped out this semester.”

“hot,” he plants a kiss on your lips. “so yes, that’s my job. aren’t you scared?”

“of what? you? your job?” you snort. “i’ve seen way worse in the underground. i gotta say i’m surprised because i thought you were a good boy.”

yuta chuckles. “i am good at other things,” he winks at you.

you push the plate aside and sit on his lap. “i can’t recall, do you mind refreshing my memory?”

yuta grins and places his hand on your ass cheeks. “aren’t you too sore?”

“pain is my best friend,” you nip at his lip and he groans.

yuta kisses you and his hand goes to your throat tilting your head to the side and biting your neck harshly. you whimper at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. yuta shushes you and darts his eyes to you. “i thought you enjoyed the pain, baby girl.”

one year ago

you’re standing in front of his gravestone and place the flower bouquet next to it. the only sound is the wind, rustling through a nearby copse of trees. it has been five days since yuta died and the hole in your chest only gets deeper.

it hurts.

you’re broken.

your life without him means nothing. the city without him means nothing. nothing makes sense without him.

“you shouldn’t have died,” you say. “we could have been better.” you mumble, sitting in front of the grave. “it’s weird, today i woke up and i thought i heard your voice. am i going crazy?” you scoff.

you stare at the gravestone and then lower your heard. “i came to say goodbye. i can’t stay here anymore. everywhere i go i see your face. everyone reminds me of you.”

you feel tears streaming down your face. “i’ll never forget you, yuta. i love you so much.” you burst out crying.

after you left town, you were pretty much everywhere: singapore, thailand, indonesia, philippines, malaysia and even japan for a few weeks. racing and making a fame known as the ‘nameless girl’ who would beat everyone.

you left a note to johnny saying you’d be okay and you would return when you feel ready to.

you didn’t stay long in every country and you didn’t make any relations so things didn’t attach to you there. you were lonely but you got used to it. and you didn’t dislike it.

one night, you decided it was time to come back home. yuta would never come back and you felt you moved on.

the train arrives at its last stop and you grab your small suitcase exiting it. you walk and take a taxi to your house, or johnny’s house just to find a party. people and their racing cars everywhere.

of course. it’s friday.

you get into your house and see people everywhere. people dancing, no, grinding on each other’s bodies and blowing some smoke. perhaps weed. you walk through the crowded living room and spot johnny sipping a beer. you don’t know how he's going to react since you didn’t tell anyone you’re back.

you walk to johnny but he’s interrupted by a red haired and kissed him. you roll your eyes, johnny and his bitches.

you change your direction walking to the kitchen and see jaehyun talking to some people. he turns to you and doesn’t seem to notice you, it’s when he turns again and his face brightens up with a smile. “y/n!” he walks to you and tugs you for a hug, lifting you from the ground.

“hi,” you giggle, placing a kiss on his cheek.

jaehyun puts you back on the ground and smiles, "i almost didn't recognize you, you've changed so much."

“i just dyed my hair: i got babylights,” you grin.

“i like them, you look great,” jaehyun nods. “but where have you been?!”

“huh everywhere?” you shrug.

“and you couldn’t call?” he stares at you.

“i know, i’m sorry,” you rest a hand on his shoulder. “we’ll talk later, okay? where’s everyone?”

“johnny is lena, jungwoo is having a blunt with jinsoul in the yard and of course jisung is in his room, he’s not allowed to come downstairs,” jaehyun comments.

you nod and rest your hands on your waist. “i don’t know half of these people. who are they?”

“johnny became kind of a sponsor?” jaehyun frowns and you laugh. “no, it’s true! half of these people are rich kids betting on johnny's people, he met two guys that are literally gods of racing.”

“i’d like to see that,” you add. “what are their names?”

“mark lee and lee donghyuck,” jaehyun hands you a beer. “they’re dickheads but we’ve been getting so much money because of them.”

you scoff. “they’re just lucky. i am back.”

jaehyun whistles, smiling. “that’s the attitude, baby. i can’t wait to see you race again.”

you smirk. “i bet you wanna.”

“ah, johnny’s coming,” jaehyun murmurs.

you turn and see a blond haired johnny walking towards you. you tuck your hands into your jeans pocket and smile nicely. “hi brother.”

“when people started saying my sister was here i didn’t believe it because maybe she left this fucking town a year ago leaving just a note!” johnny exclaims. “and thought ‘why would she return just like that?’”

you sigh. “i’m sorry, johnny. but i’m back and i’m okay. that’s the only thing that should matters.”

johnny rolls his eyes. “are you dumb?”

you frown. “just because you’re my brother i d-

“half-brother,” johnny remarks.

“fuck you, johnny,” you hiss and leave the kitchen

when johnny gets upset he tends to be the classical dickhead and uses the ‘half-brother’ excuse just to hurt you. you think you might deserve it, but why is it so hard for him to understand why you left? why you need to leave?

maybe it’s because he has never loved someone the way you loved yuta. or maybe he’s too selfish to understand it.

of course you also think you didn’t do the right thing by simply disappearing out of the blue, but again, you don’t owe anything to no one.

you go to the bathroom that is next to the stairs and groan when you realise it’s locked. you lean against the wall and sigh. next to you, there are three girls whispering and laughing. you don’t care, until you hear your name.

“did you see y/n? she’s back,” one of them says.

“yeah. i thought she was in jail,” the other mocks.

“in jail? for what?” she laughs.

“apparently she was the one that killed yuta,” she comments. “and ran away, but my boyfriend told me the police caught her.”

the blonde one laughs. “poor thing.”

“and i’d go back to jail for ripping your ugly faces off,” you murmur, still leaning against the wall.

the girls stare at you and they decide to leave. you groan, rolling your eyes. “assholes.”

someone walking down the hallway whistles and smiles at you. “should i be concerned about my well being right now?.”

you look at them and you see a black haired guy, wearing a green jacket with black ripped jeans and black shirt. you scoff. “fuck off, dude.”

“but please don’t rip my face off.,” the guy rests his hand on his chest.

you stare at him and clench your jaw. “bugger off, dude. really, i’m not in the mood to take someone’s shit.”

“sorry,” he nods. “i’m mark by the way,” he passes the bottle of the beer he’s drinking to his free hand and extends his hand.

you look at his hand, hesitant. you shake your head and take it. “y/n.”

he grins, gripping at your hand. “you’re the famous y/n.”

you chuckle. “and you’re not the famous mark lee.”

mark smiles sideways. “so you’ve heard about me.”

“very little,” you shrug. “nothing impressive.”

“ah, they weren’t wrong when they said you’re a bitch,” mark frees your hand.

“did i hurt your feelings?” you pout mockingly.

“you’re gonna need more than that to hurt my feelings, gorgeous,” he winks at you.

you nod. “noted, boy. well, it was nice talking to you.”

“you leaving already?” mark asks.

“yeah. i’m tired and i need a place to sleep,” you say. “i guess i’ll see you around.”

mark nods. “have a good night, y/n.”

(...)

“when did she get back? how come i didn't see her?” donghyuck slides off the plastic armrest of the outdoor sofa he was sitting on.

jeno walks away to get a drink. “who 's back?” he asks.

“y/n suh,” mark replies.

“johnny’s sister?” jeno looks at him.

donghyuck and mark nod.

“what was she in jail for, like, a year?” jeno’s voice drops to a whisper.

“she was in jail?” donghyuck stares at mark.

“no. she just disappeared last fall,” mark explains.

“it was probably jail,” donghyuck adds, “that or she had a baby. i mean, the timing kind of fits for that, don’t you think?”

“and where’s the baby, smartass?” mark glances at him.

“gave it away for adoption,” donghyuck shrugs.

“what are you fuckers talking about,” johnny questions, going outside the house.

“your sibling,” jeno admits, earning an elbow to his side by mark.

johnny laughs and turns to look out over his yard. “which one?”

“y/n.”

“watch it, dude,” jaehyun warns him, joining them outside.. “johnny’s not too forgiving when it comes to his siblings.”

“noted.” jeno nods.

“anyways, i’m here to talk business,” johnny sits in front of them.

“back to the things i like,” mark comments.

johnny grins. “there’s a race next weekend, 15 grand for the winner.”

donghyuck whistles. “i like what i’m hearing already.”

“it’s a bit complicated since it won’t be in an enclosed area as usual. it will be in downtown LA,” johnny adds.

“count me in,” mark says.

“dude, do you know how risky it is?” jeno stares at him.

“i’ve done riskier things and here i am,” mark rolls his eyes. “i’ll be there, johnny.”

“you’re my favourite,” johnny smiles and looks at jeno and donghyuck. “you two are disappointing me.”

“i can live with that but not in jail,” donghyuck smirks.

“pussy,” jaehyun hums.

“sorry mr. in-n-out-from-jail,” donghyuck rolls his eyes.

mark chuckles. “that race it’s already mine. and the cops can suck my dick, they wish they were as fast as me.”

“my canadian boy right here is the shit,” johnny smiles.

(...)

the bright neon lights. the skimpy clothing worn by chasers. the many cars lined up.

it's another night in los angeles, and another night means another race.

mark breathes it in as he leans on his orange acura nsx. not a single scratch in sight on the top of the car. although he's working with a sponsor, he has his own gang known as death angels, because they’re risk takers, or most of them are.. he can hear the countless bickering of his gang, who are also his closest friends. donghyuck, jeno, and earphone yves, lucas, bickering about god knows what now. jeno and lucas are conversing about seeing some new people joining the race.

there's no doubt he probably owns the most showy and expensive car in the entire parking lot. until a brown haired girl, who he knows, motioned him to come over.

you.

"seems like you got a challenger," donghyuck murmurs.

"tsk, anyone can beat her. what's so special about her anyway?" mark says, annoyed.

yves clicks her tongue. "i wouldn't be so sure about it, babe."

you get off from your car, hair tied up, perfectly showing your features. your toned eyes are slightly covered with black eyeliner. wearing tight jeans, black t-shirt and a red leather jacket.

you look like you are meant to be there. not a chaser wanting attention, not a flag girl wanting to show herself off, but. tracer. the crowd don't bother you. you begin to slightly look around, and that's when you see mark. you and mark lock eyes, and with a strut, you walk with a confident walk over mark.

crossing your arms, showing off your figure, you take a breath, and open your mouth. "no shit you're here as well."

mark scoffs. "i'm a car racer, where else was i supposed to be?"

"junior leagues," you shrug and you hear one of his friends laugh.

mark stares at you and grins. "i challenge you to a race. simply, nobody else. that is if you are up for it."

the offer is rather simple.

an easy 10-second style race, just the two of you, nobody else.

you let out a breathy chuckle, nodding your head. "alright then, it's settled." you reply, standing up to his level, and leaning over his ear. "but don't be crying when you loose, sweetheart"

mark scoffs at that. "you're underestimating my ability right now, gorgeous." he says, poking his lips out in a seductive manner.

you laugh and he smiles.

you turn around for just a few seconds, yelling over to him words that are barely audible. “te veré al inicio de la línea,” (i'll see you at the starting lineyou say.

mark’s orange acura nsx is a perfect fit considering the late at night arrival they have been in. it’s his prized possession, obviously. he checks the side of his car, smirking to himself seeing the NOS lined up on the passenger seat. however, your white nissan gtr is a good contrast. no dent is seen on it, and the engines flare when you start it, earning an erupt from the spectators. fifteen thousand dollars are on the game, and you need that money.

you notice the flag-girl as one of the members of death angels. she wears a simple purple and black outfit: purple harem pants and a black bomber jacket, carefully showing her slightest laced bra. she looks good, there’s no denying it. and with that, she points at mark, starting his engines and giving a show for his car. then she points to you, and you’re wearing a smile on your face. your engines starting.

and time seems to stop when you hear words emit from her mouth. “go!”

mark and you immediately go and hit the accelerator at about the same time, so you two are neck and neck. you know your strategy, and mark knows his.

8 seconds left.

knowing this, mark uses his NOS, eating a prideful laugh and his back hitting the seat. but you have different plans. you wear a smug look, and let out a giggle. “the NOS he’s using will take a shorter time than it relatively should.” you think you yourself, and activate yours.

6 seconds left.

you fly back to your seat, seeing the crowd erupt in cheers. mark sees your white nissan catch up to him, and before he knows, you’re way ahead of him.

“shit!” he yells.

2 seconds.

and before he knows, you are at the finish line, turning your car around and creating a donut with it, earning praise from the crowd. marks ends up second, or last in this case. he gets out of the car with a scowl, and you make your way to him, with a smile on your face, and your hair is out of the ponytail you have been wearing.

“the NOS you used, doesn't take up as much time as normal NOS used. it was a bit too early,” you say, giving your hand out to him. he clicks his tongue, now slightly irritated to know the fact you're indeed right. marks gives you the money. “pass by the shop any time you want.”

“why would you want to help me anyways? we’re rivals now,” he cocks an eyebrow.

you sigh, when you are interrupted by the shouts of numerous spectators and blaring sirens.

“cops! cops!”

everything happens so fast. next thing you know, you are in the back of your car, hitting your foot on the accelerator and immediately rushing out of the area, keeping an eye out for cops in your view mirror. luckily, you don’t seem to spot many. but where you don’t look?

right in front of you.

bullets ricochet throughout the alley way, earning a slight flinch from you. you are scared. only a few times bullets have been in front of you. you quickly take out your silver handgun from out of your shirt, shooting at the cop, not enough to kill him, but it’s enough to get him to surrender.

“bullet proof vests don’t cover the legs, idiot,” you mumble, smirking ever so slightly. you turn a sharp left, going back to the place where you call home. a right. then left. another right. straight forward 2 miles, and there you are.

“ＳＵＨ　ＭＥＣＨＡＮＩＣＳ　ＡＮＤ　ＭＡＮＵＦＡＣＴＵＲＩＮＧ” is written in bold letters. you love this place, you and your brother practically grow up there. you make your way inside, after swiftly parking your car into your garage. the shop is somewhat connected to the house from behind, so you make your way out of the garage, locking the door swiftly, and arriving with 2 familiar faces.

“you had no business ruining mark’s race!” johnny stands in front of you. he’s angry.

“forget about that!” jaehyun stares at johnny and then at you. “you just returned like two hours ago and the cops are after you already? can you be more careful?”

“ah, br- sorry, half-brother, jaehyun. i appreciate the concern and all, but i got this covered, you know?” you reply and look at your brother. “and please, if you really cared about mark you would have recommended him a new NOS. his sucks.”

jaehyun presses his lips together. “it’s true. i’ve been telling you about that for weeks.”

johnny rolls his eyes. “it’s not my fault. the kid won’t change them.”

“well, then you should find a new guy because you won’t make much money with him.” you say and you take out your money. “and me? i am back, baby.”

jaehyun smirks. “then i guess beers are on you.”

“you guess right.”

(...)

mark rushes off in his car, having donghyuck joining him. he locks his gun, having his fingers on the trigger for any given moment. mark sighs out a stuttered breath, immediately hitting the accelerator and rushing out of the way. he has another tank full of NOS, that donghyuck simply swaps out, for mark to use at any moment.

“jeno and yves have made it back alright,” donghyuck tells him, while mark drives at an inhumane pace.

mark nods and takes the exit 12, driving to glendale. and after almost 25 minutes, they arrive at their warehouse. he parks his car next to jeno’s and they make their way inside.

“dude! that was fucking awesome!” jeno approaches him. “now i understand why the streets wouldn't shut up about her.”

yves rolls his eyes. “it was just lucky. she’s not that good.”

“then you wouldn't mind racing against her,” donghyuck hums.

“please, she’s nothing to me,” yves smirks.

“she got you mad,” mark walks to the kitchen. “she is something to you.”

“anyway,” jeno locks the door. “who sent those policemen? it’s weird, we have been using the same location for months,” jeno asks.

“someone was there. someone who’s purpose wasn’t to spectate or race, but to infliritrate,” mark sighs, adjusting his belt from his jeans.

“i’m wondering if suh is single,” donghyuck sits, ignoring the talk his friends are having.

“johnny or y/n?” mark mocks him.

“she doesn’t date,” yves sits next to him. “or that’s what i’ve heard.”

“since when you’re a fan of gossip?” jeno frowns.

“you don’t need to gossip, everyone talks about her and her tragic love life,” yves shrugs.

“so she wasn’t in jail?” donghyuck inquiries.

“i already told you she wasn’t in jail, smartass,” mark tosses him a beer.

“then where was she?” jeno sits in front of donghyuck.

yves slides a little on the couch. “you ever heard about nakamoto yuta?”

the three men shake their heads. yves rolls her eyes. “he used to work for the korean mafia and the yakuza doing what? i don’t know, but he was well known before we arrived here.”

“and what happened to him?” jeno asks.

“he messed with the wrong people, and he paid for his mistakes,” yves says. “they got him and killed him.”

“and how is he related to y/n?” mark rubs his chin with his index finger.

“they were together,” yves pulls out a box of cigarettes. “and days after his murder, she went away.”

jeno grimaces. “i would’ve done the same. it’s sad.”

“well, he’s dead and we can’t do shit to help her,” donghyuck stretches out his arms. “she’s hot.”

“dude,” jeno chuckles. “we were just talking about his dead boyfriend and you’re saying she’s hot?”

“donghyuck only uses his lower head,” yves mocks. “why are you even surprised?”

mark laughs and donghyuck rolls his eyes. “i’m gonna race against her again.”

“dude, you want to lose again?” jeno stares at him.

mark frowns. “a little bit of support?”

(...)

a few days later, you are working at your peace in call, the mechanic shop. you work with jungwoo, jaehyun, and johnny. jaehyun is an incredibly talented racer, that’s for sure, he was the one who taught you everything you know. johnny and jaehyun are practically always together.

they have been friends since high school, and he’s close with you as well, despite you going to a different school.

so, there you are currently stocking up the shelves and displays with certain kinds of replacements and NOS, to whoever needs them. you wear leather pants, along with a white turtleneck shirt. your hair is down.

“do you have everything locked? storage room too, jungwoo?” you ask the blond.

“yep! johnny is currently working on the new car by the way. he said the client wanted something old school, and because of this, he got inspiration from somewhere,” he informs.

you raise an eyebrow, handing jungwoo the remaining products form the shelves, and making your way inside the shop. you see a black haired man glancing at the shelves with NOS.

you approach him. “hi, welcome. can i help you?”

the man turns and he smiles at you.

mark lee.

you stop the urge of rolling your eyes. “and we see each other.”

“you told me i could pass by whenever i wanted to,” he shrugs. “

“that was me being nice because i beat you,” you smirk.

mark grins. “then i suppose i should go to the Fascinare’s shop? i heard they’re nicer.”

if you and johnny didn’t hate the Facinare you probably would’ve told him to go, but since they are your competition you couldn't afford losing a customer.

you sigh. “of course we can help you.” you fake a smile.

“that’s what i thought,” mark says. “how many days will it take?”

you take a look at his car. “up to 1 to 3 days.”

he nods. “fantastic. i’ll be looking forward to racing against you again then.”

you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest. “i can give your car all the NOS in this world and yet, you won’t beat me.”

“you were just lucky the other night, gorgeous,” he winks at you.

“maybe if you focus on racing instead of flirting you might beat me,” you grin.

mark chuckles and nods. “right. i’ll leave you my phone so you can give me a call when my baby is ready.”

“my god,” you hum. “be right back.”

you go behind the counter and grab a small notebook and a pen. you hand it to mark and write his number down. “i’ll be looking forward for that call.”

“hopefully it won't be me making it,” you smile falsely.

“alright. see you then,” marks says, exiting the shop. “don’t miss me much, gorgeous.”

you roll your eyes again, and smile lowering your head. 

you then frown and shake your head.