#yongguk series

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Runaway 🏎️ Chapter 4 🏁

Pairing: Naozumi Hiyama x fem reader oc

Genre: racing AU, enemies to lovers, sports rivalry, suspense, a whole lot of teasing, gender power games, spice

Word count: 18.5k+

A/N: Been a while but she's back and kicking. Apologies it took so long. Can't wait for you to read the next ones since I've been kicking my legs writing them. I'll just let you read. Enjoy ;)

Raiko's Playlist: Fallen - Richard Durand Remix, Like Water - Wendy, RACE - Bang Yongguk, Both - Tiesto, 21 Savage, Blank Space - CHANEY, All Night - Icona Pop, Rerun - Honey Revenge, Royal Pirates - Drawing The Line

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Since the star of the show chose the act of disappearance, the buzz of the night drew significantly quiet. The crowds swarmed to chat about the events of the night, keeping the man who got away in their thoughts as the hot topic, especially since he took off in a less than graceful escapade, the front of his car a wreck of paint work.

Just as damaged as his dignity losing public poise for that matter.

But for all that, the night was completely yours to rule. You still couldn't believe you beat the Naozumi Hiyama, the wonder of modern rally, in all but the dirtiest manner to settle debts - street racing, where it all began in the first place.

Your nerves buzzed and tingled in utter joy like you were still in the car, pushing 120 down the city streets with the cops after you. A story worth to tell your grandchildren.

Some of the models that previously coiled themselves around Naozumi's neck on the yacht, now tried to get your number to meet up with you. Many phones passed through your hands to exchange numbers, so many that you lost count. People you didn't even know passed around congratulatory wishes like "Good race" and "Great job out there", including some of the drivers from the series that stuck around to see the show unfold.

You hung out with Akira a little more, poking fun at your tumultuous first weekend in the world of professional rally and how quiet his early rookie days were, then broke rows and drove back home, completely spent. The week needed to end before it ended you. Though you wouldn't mind the high of tonight to continue a little more.

Taking a ride around the city, you wanted to make sure those cops didn't want a rerun of earlier downtown shenanigans and took a longer drive home. Laying low from in-town night driving for a while might be for the best for now. So you just enjoyed tonight like it was the last night you got to drive around free and careless.

The cool night air blew in through your open windows, whistling through your hair as you climbed the main bridge lane. The roads were empty now, waiting for you to step on the gas and take them at full speed.

For some reason, your foot eased on the throttle, feeling the need to just appreciate the ride without rushing anywhere - your very own version of taking a walk to clear your head. To just drive without a set destination, getting lost in the passing flicker of neon signs and city lights and tall illuminated skyscrapers lined up on the edge of the road.

For the first time this early spring, the sky was clear of clouds. Tiny stars far in the distance blinked down at you in millions of all kinds of shapes and formations.

As much as you hated this city and the people in it, who lived to step on others for any small sliver of success and fame, by gods you loved it.

Nights like these, empty of any human trace, when the city was deeply quiet and the skyline shone bright, were so oddly comforting. It felt like time just stopped ticking, the hands of the speedometer stopped moving up or down to determine your speed, and eternity just swallowed you into a wrinkle in time. A black hole state of sorts. A void where you could just exist.

No responsibilities. No stress. No pressure.

Just you, the car and the road.

Even going slower than you usually drive, you pulled up on your street in no time, driving down the slope of houses until you reached your driveway. A big, dark blue Ranger was parked in front of the garage - your dad was home. It was rare to find him home at the weekend. Even rarer to find him on the front steps, a cheap can of beer opened in his hand, looking off into the distance, contemplating life from the looks of it.

Parking next to the truck, you cut the ignition and rolled the windows up. Giving your sweet ride a gentle pat on the leather casing of the wheel to thank her for her efforts tonight, you got out and walked to him.

Seeing you close in on the porch made his face light up, a tired smile pulling at his lips, crinkling his tired eyes. You gave him one of yours, taking a moment to just look at him and bask in his presence. He did not look a day over 25, though his ID's begged to differ. Not one grey hair lock or wrinkle ruining the image of him you grew up with like he was an evergreen tree.

"Hi, dad."

"Hey, kid."

"Glad to see you home," you smiled at him, genuinely happy to see him after this horrendous week.

"Your mother would say otherwise," he chuckled, taking a good chug from his can, smile turning bitter on the edges.

You walked up a few steps and took a seat next to him. Your hand reached halfway for a can on his side, but he intercepted your need before you could ask. He grabbed one and plucked the lid open for you then held it out to you. You gave him the 'I'm not a little kid' look at which he laughed, giving you the fatherly look reserved for his dear precious jewel - you.

"What did you do this time?"

"Forgot to bring her a souvenir from Tokai," he sighed. "You know that golf tournament she watches like crazy?"

You were well aware of your mom's weekendly hobby of sitting in front of the TV and watching men in designer polo co-ords hit a ball with a club like it was some interesting sport. She would often argue yours and your father's heads off that it was. You nodded.

"They sold signed merch this weekend since they played there. She wanted that hideous plain green cap of that player she likes so much."

"I could've picked one up," you stated.

"I forgot to call," he sighed again.

That sigh held something deeper to it. Something was weighing down on him. You could see right through that weary smile, the lowered shoulders and the frown he tried to stop from pulling at his brows.

"Dad," you called out softly. His eyes shifted from the ground to you. You bumped his shoulder playfully. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

He looked down, a wry smile tilting a corner of his lip upwards.

"I can't hide from you, can I?"

"Not a chance."

He laughed again.

"I heard about what you've done today."

Your breath hitched. Did he know about the illegal race with Naozumi? If he did, you were in deep shit. Deeper than you could ever crawl your way out of since you didn't know how he would react to it.

But how could he know so early? It was mere hours ago. Surely news travels fast but not this fast.

Before you could think of what to say he spoke first.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help with the rally," he spoke regretfully.

Oh.

It wasn't about the race. The illegal one. He was talking about the whole fiasco with the oil change and the car not running, resulting in the team having to pull out from the first stage of the final day. Losing points over a system error which wasn't really anyone's fault.

"Oh, that?" you let out above a whisper, thankful it wasn't the other thing. "It's no biggie. I had it covered," you tried to reassure him.

Him being him, he had to beat himself up over it.

"I know you did, but you didn't have to. You're supposed to be the driver. Not the promoter, spokesperson and the mechanic all in one package deal. Just the driver."

"That's not so much fun now, is it?"

"Raiko," he warned, asking you to be serious for once.

"Dad," you thundered without backing down, turning to face him fully before continuing. "If that's what's bothering you, you're stressing over nothing. I'm glad to have been able to help."

He stayed quiet, partly listening, partly busying himself with tracing the rims on the empty can in his hand as if it was the outer lip of a tire that needed fast replacing.

"That's what you taught me, remember? To lay my skills where needed, as big or small as they are. I didn't sit in that garage for years, spending my time counting loose screws and random oil spots on the floor and I definitely wasn't going to sit back and not finish the round at all. I did what I had to do and that's over with."

"And we got a good result out there. Not the best, but we're getting there. There's no need to beat yourself up over it."

His gaze dropped to the ground as if the unkept grass patio would cut itself if he looked hard enough at it.

"I just..." he started, exhaling a shallow breath. "I feel like I'm not there enough for the team. For your mom. For you."

Your gaze softened. You knew where he was coming from.

He was sacrificing his time, health and enjoyment of the sport that meant the world to him to break through with sponsorship deals and fund the team as much as he could. Even if that meant he couldn't physically be there to lead the team and be a father. He didn't give himself enough time to learn how to be either or before, but he tried his best in both jobs and that was the most you could ever wish for.

Trying was better than giving up. So much better. And he gave it his all, pouring immense dedication, body and soul, wherever he needed to, thing that you always admired about him. That unparalleled strength to push forward despite life being so unpredictable.

Scooting closer to link your arm with his bigger one, you pulled him in for a side hug, tugging him as close as your arms could wrap around him to make sure he felt all the adoration and affection oozing off of you. Beyond the faint smell of oil still sticking to your body after two consecutive aromatic shampoo filled showers.

He gave in to your trick of relaxation, head falling on top of yours, sighing again, seemingly in deep relief this time. You could feel the stress leave his body like a defused bomb silently going back to being stable. Like your words managed to reach him and make him let go of some worries for a little while. That and knowing what a sucker he was for hugs in any shape or form.

"You're doing your best, dad," you mumbled in his shoulder, shifting your eyes to him as your hand moved to rubbing his other shoulder in comfort. "It's okay to take a break from being the best sometimes."

A small laugh escaped him at that last remark, turning to you with a grin. A genuine one.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really my daughter," he says amusedly.

"Of course I am," you confirmed. "Through and through."

You placed your temple to his and let out a breath of ease.

"Blood from blood and brow from brow, remember?"

That was your shared pledge of trust. The one line he's been voicing to you since you've been the size of a chicken nugget, running and stumbling over your legs, until now, when you became a young adult navigating the novelties of life. Though recently, it wasn't him reminding you of it but the other way around. And you would say it as many times as he needed to hear it.

He's been stabbed in the back enough times to fall behind on the trusting people business. That's why everyone close to him protected him and his peace. That's why Don Tanaka warned you about coveting with the enemy. He might have bounced back from losing everything and everyone back when the team first failed, acting like he was fine, but you could see right through it.

Time and time again, you'd find him in the team garage at night trying to fix stuff that would never work again. Broken parts since there was no more money to replace them. Smoking engines that refused to start up without catching on fire. He tried and tried to fix things like they would fix his life and you hated every second of it.

People turned on him, acting so vile and betrayed, while he had to sit and watch his career fall to pieces. He deserved a lot better than the world gave him. Way better.

Another one of those would mean game over for him. You couldn't risk it. That's why you tried to pick up the foam and fill in the cracks wherever you could. Fundraising. Hunting for new parts and changing them yourself. Amping the team. Anything and everything that needed to be done.

"Always," he breathed out, knocking his temple to yours.

This moment was as needed by him as it was by you. Just sitting on the front porch in the middle of the night, listening to the sleepless city come alive again, enjoying each other's presence. You rarely got moments like these. But when you did, you held onto them with your teeth.

"Where were you out this late by the way?" he asked, raising an inquisitive brow.

He was never one for strict curfews. Neither was your mom, and you were thankful for having understanding parents like them. But there were always surprise questions like these just lurking to be asked. Good thing you were in good spirits. More or less anyways.

"At Naozumi's victory bash," you took one more chug of your beer, gulping the rest of the can dry.

The cheap ale ran down your throat bitterly but also somehow comfortingly. Maybe convenience store bought alcohol wasn't so bad after all. Or it just mattered whose company you were in while you drank it.

"How was it? Do they celebrate like we used to, throwing huge raves in town with the streets joining in on the free booze and dancing with exquisite ladies even after the morning sun was up? Or do they kick you out after a certain time?"

Your mouth hung open. "I'm sorry, WHAT?! That's how you celebrated back then? That's crazy!"

An image of your father busting out disco moves in the club, drunk out of his ass with his rally comrades, friends and foes flashed in your mind and you struggled to keep it together.

There had to be photographic evidence. Gotta ask mom about that. I'm sure she has loads of those. You made sure to leave a sparkly red mental note on that.

"If you're having one of those with me," he pointed to the cheap beer cans from the convenience store you were sharing, "it must've been disappointing."

"It was more of a celebrity gathering on his yacht rather than a first place celebration. There was alcohol, but get this - the bar was on a paid by the guest basis and he served everyone alcohol-free champagne!"

"That's bonkers," his eyes widened, shocked to hear that.

"Something about keeping the goodies for real wins or some stuff like that," you added, wiggling the empty can between your fingers.

"Well, champagne should be for podium only."

"Oh god, not you too! You can genuinely have champagne without sitting on the podium."

"You can, but it doesn't feel the same. You'll see when you get your first. You never forget that one. The paid alcohol thing is nasty though," he grimaced as if he himself was invited and felt hurt by the party etiquette.

The soft breeze turned colder as the night grew darker, cutting your father-daughter hang out time short. Picking up after yourselves to leave the porch as you found it, you both made way inside and discarded the cans trying to make as little noise as possible. From the looks of it, your mother was long gone to dreamland, the house fully drenched in darkness and silence. Waking her up was a recipe to disaster. The kind none of you wanted to face after this hell of a week.

You both tiptoed around as quietly as you could, stabbing a toe or hitting an elbow here and there. Climbing to the top of the stairs together, holding onto each other's weary and tired backs, you bid your goodbyes at the intersection between your rooms.

"Good night, dad," you smiled at him once more.

He smiled back, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face gently, calloused fingers tilting your chin up. "Good night, lightning strike."

You watched him trudge to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him, careful not to wake your mother. They barely got time for each other lately. You knew she would be happy to wake up to him finally in bed for once and that made your heart a little warmer.

Maybe he'll be okay, you hoped turning up a meek smile.

Crawling to your own bed that's been calling your name all day long, you shoved off your jeans and leather jacket drowsily, leaving you in your band tee. You pulled on your soft McQueen pants on since they were the only thing you unpacked.

Naozumi could laugh all he wanted. These are the comfiest pyjama pants ever made, you pat down the material gleeful to see the red car smile victoriously at you.

One day, McQueen. One day.

Dropping onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, disregarding your unpacked bags as a job for tomorrow's you, you closed your eyes, breathing in the comforting smell of home. You haven't been gone for too long but you sure missed your bed as if it was your long lost lover.

You missed the way the mattress dipped comfortably under your aching body, allowing you to relax every tensed muscle from your back down to your calves. How the pillows were sprawled everywhere to just grab and plunge your head into. And the nice quiet of the neighborhood, thing that you would trade millions of times for having Naozumi as your next door neighbor.

Your thoughts drifted to him once more.

He was so... unreadable. No. He was readable when he wanted to be. The other times he was just selfish, overbearing, and almost too cocky for his own good. Besides his fits of arrogance and normal disgust for the world. And his overexaggerated displays of entitled behaviour.

However, you couldn't deny you saw a different side to him tonight - the amount of pride he had in the one person who sung solely in his victorious tune - himself.

What was pride to Naozumi Hiyama? you wondered.

An excessive need to be the best above the best and a desire to hightail it down the hall of fame in complete vanity of his many talents?

Obsession garnering on self-destruction, just to prove that he's right to win rally rounds by the handful? Tuning out everyone else, competition, team or close friends? Reaching out to stretch more than his duvet could cover?

Hubris sneakily doused in humility brought empires to their downfall. History bled that story on pages over and over again. That was right where his little own empire was heading too, right into ruin and complete culmination before it managed to stick out high and mighty at the top, much like his ego did on the daily.

Naozumi could throw it all away just to prove himself worthy of being the champion. That might just be why you felt for the guy after you just proved yourself worthy of the road. Worthy of being more than just a newbie right in front of his face, using his own defences against him.

He was a rookie himself not that long ago, chasing hard earned respect by the bucket from the very world sitting idly at his feet now. But he seems to have forgotten just what it took to gain this sensational crowd, the amazing women tangling in his sheets ever so nightly, the roar of attention from the world. The promised stardom.

The biggest thing he failed to remember was that all of that could slip through those nimble fingers of his so quickly. Before he could even realise it. Before he even had a chance to reach for it and keep it safe.

You sighed, decompressing further into the mattress, unable to take your mind off him.

Why did it bother you so much that he was self-sabotaging his career knowingly, throwing all his dignity and humanity away for a trophy and a multi-million dollar contract deal to join the big guys in the global WRC? Why did it scratch you so wrong that he was being a dick to the only people that were there to help him?

Then another curious thought popped into your head.

It was wrong to compare Naozumi to your father. Wrong and twisted in so many different ways. But where the lines of past rally legend Hiro Suruki and present rally prodigy Naozumi Hiyama drove until they raced parallel to each other, they were so similar. Painfully similar.

In the way they both took to the dirt road like maniacs, trusting the cars to drive them to their one and only desire in life: winning. Winning race after race, the public, the very right to call themselves the golden boys of two entirely different generations of rally racing.

To have it all and to lose it all.

A game of the gods.

Although they played the same wretched game, there were significant, almost crepuscular differences between the two. Your father practiced a good amount of humility. He looked failure in the face and chose to make good on what he already had, big or small, powerful or powerless, being a known legend or a forgotten nobody. He took it as it was given to him, for what it was, not what it could have been.

Naozumi, on the other hand, was a different specimen in that field. He laughed heartily in the presence of defeat, probably threw a middle finger at it, then stomped right through it like it was a virtue to be a self-righteous asshole in life. As if being simply himself for a while would be his Achilles heel. The very thing that could end him.

He might be on his way up, nearly grasping the handle on the gates of the hall of fame. But just as close as he could get to tugging those doors open, he could fall back to be nothing but a beginner just as fast.

He was racing himself in his own head and that could make him lose everything in a heartbeat.

The road forgives no one.

It surely won't start with Naozumi Hiyama.

On the other side of town, a pair of angry dark eyes peered into the city skyline from his own lone drive around the streets of Tokyo. His jaw sat rigid, ticking with every new thought inflicting pure rage through his veins. All thoughts drifting around his public victory, his personal defeat, and you.

Tonight was a glitch in the simulation. A turn in the track he never saw coming even if his co-driver would've paced it to him, ahead of his wheels tasting it or his eyes taking notice of it. His reaction time was off in the worst ways possible. An error that sent his system into overdrive.

In all his years as a rally driver, there wasn't a time when he was a sore loser in the face of defeat. But this one loss left a bloody taste in his mouth no amount of alcohol could take out even if he drowned himself in it.

He was so wrong to brush you off, thinking you weren't fit to be competition. His competition. Knowing it deep down within himself that you'd barely make it past a few rally rounds before you pulled out of the series. So sure that you wouldn't last long in that shabby car of yours tuned for disaster more than driving.

But you had fight in you.

A fire burning deep within, flaring bright in your eyes from the moment you stepped up to the table tonight, in front of all those people, to challenge him to a battle of wits. Publicly. Shamelessly.

Pulling up to a red traffic light, he sighed bitterly. He thought he had it right in the palm of his hands. The one he was currently squeezing tight around the leather of the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and his nails dug sharp indents inside of it.

She's playing a dangerous game. She has no idea what world she just entered. This world takes more than it gives. It takes your soul.

It will take hers and crush it to pieces like gravel lining up the road.

I gave her a fair warning with that threat but as it seems it fell on deaf ears. Probably part of the Suruki charm.

The traffic light above turned green but his foot stood still, both lifted and lowered halfway from meeting the pedal. He didn't press the gas.

The streets were deserted. No one was going to push him to move it and drive off. Not that he wanted to. He was way too preoccupied with something else, much more troubling than being shoved off the road.

He stared through the windshield up ahead at nothing in particular, just thinking. Absorbing his defeat like he never lost a race in his career ever before. Not this pathetically anyway. Refusing to accept that anyone could take the road away from him. No one would take that away from him. Not that clown parading in the Sigma Racing gear. Not his team who had no trust in his driving. Not even you.

The pedestrian alert beeped in the silence of the night until the lights overhead turned red again. And he was stuck. Again. His rage was surprisingly all gone now, seeping out of his body and drifting away until it was replaced by something else. Something stronger, beckoning him to take the alternative route of retrieving his honor without breaking away from his path. The only path he dedicated his life to.

And then it dawned on him.

If he had to witness the second fall of the Suruki family, why not make it a fun time and take a part in it? Satisfy that hidden curiosity of his about you and how much you could take of this world before it was too much and it swallowed you whole.

Taunt, tempt, torment.

Now that was a game he would've been mad not to play. Much more when his opponent was you.

You crave war, Raiko Suruki.

The traffic lights barely flashed yellow and his foot was ripping the gas pedal at the speed of lightning, a devilish smirk spreading on his face as he sped through the streets with a newfound purpose.

And you've tempted me enough to bring it to you.

Monday mornings are nice.

When you're not called to the team headquarters by your PR agent at the ass crack of dawn.

Kate's urgent call came through with the first rays of sun, her specific battle ringtone blaring loudly in the quiet of your darkened room. Dazed, you picked up the call only to meet her low voice on the other end, laced with an undertone of warning that if you didn't show up to the main office as fast as your foot could press the throttle, your career as a rally driver was as good as dead.

Capsized, finished, dissolved, and a few other calamity related words she had at hand to explain the situation.

Half-asleep, but scared shitless, you stumbled down the stairs as quietly as you could, since your dad's snores told you he was still asleep and you didn't need to wake him up anytime soon. You shoved whatever shoes you could find and drove over, grateful it wasn't morning rush hour yet.

What you didn't expect to find when you threw the office door open was a sleepless Kate in a track suit, with rims around her eyes, and a groggy Naozumi, seated at one end of the conference table. You were more taken aback by the latter of the two, stopping in the door to blink and squint your eyes at him repeatedly, thinking you were imagining his presence. Like your anxiety started associating him with life or death situations and he would just spawn before you.

Lifting an annoyed brow at your staring, he scoffed, falling back in his chair at the sight of you.

Nope, he's very real and he's throwing daggers at me.

Throwing some right back, you noticed he was still dressed in last night's clothes.

Did he even go home?

Kate clicked her jaw and suddenly you didn't really like the vibes in the room. Before you could tow out the door and back in your car to drive away and hide in your room forever, possibly requesting an email transcript of this atrocious meeting, Kate seized you by the arm hard, but gently, and maneuvered you in the empty seat next to him. Your knee pushed his on accident since he was manspreading like he was right at home. Moving your knee away, he took it as an invitation to open his legs even more, tapping the side of your leg on purpose.

Roosters haven't even crowed and he has the mood for violence this early.

Reeling back your leg, you pushed your knee harder into his, sending it knocking into his other one. He sent his into yours in response only angering you further. You kept going at it until loud tapping against the table broke your fighting apart before it became a brawl.

Kate cleared her throat trying to move your attention from his annoying taunts. And she did. One look at her quiet form on the other side of the table had you gulping down your nervousness for what she had to say, as well as bitterness for why this swine had to be here to listen in to life changing news.

On that note, why am I here either?

Your mouth opened to ask just that when Kate wordlessly shoved a magazine on the table, kind of answering your unasked question. Cautiously leaning over the table, mindful of the sharp glare she trained on you, your eyes scanned the front cover of a scandal outlet fresh off the press, surprised to see a security camera shot of you driving your car through the city with Naozumi's right beside you, from the night before.

The title read Prodigies of rally taking an illegal ride downtown topped with a few other blurry inserts of your face here and there.

That doesn't look so bad. You can't even see my face in them-

As if sensing your denial, Kate picked up several more magazines, newspapers, even printed copies of digital news and posts from social media, lining them all up in front of you. These had yours and Naozumi's faces clear as day and your cars as taken by paparazzi, photographed from a distance or up close, alongside those posted online by the celebrities present at your little event from last night.

Where some of the newspaper headlines were even worse than the magazine articles blurbs, the social media posts made up for it with praises of the spectacle the crowd was given.

"Care to explain?" asked Kate, though it wasn't really a question and more of a demand.

You sorted through some of them and pointed to a tweet and a magazine cover, replying to her query with a question of your own.

"I look great in these ones. Can you ask for the HD's so I can frame them?"

Kate let out a pained breath, leaning forward on the table in front of you. She was not happy with your response or your attitude to the situation, but she kinda demanded a lot at merely six in the morning.

Maybe I should book her that gua sha spa treatment she keeps going on about.

"Why were you there, Raiko?"

"Well," you started, hacking a nervous laugh out. "You know..."

"No. I actually don't know. So, please do explain."

Her brown eyes resembled sparkling, squishy bubble tea pearls this early. But they were piercing through you, less friendlier and soft, and a lot more authoritative, much like cannon balls about top be fired at you.

Since you weren't taking the lead to explain, Naozumi took it away. Which might have been a huge mistake. On his part.

"It's not that big of a deal," he rushed out with an exasperated breath.

Kate's eyes flew to him in a breath. That one sentence was enough to put him directly on her blacklist. You didn't miss the way she angled him down like he was the very devil risen up from the pits of hell to ruin her Monday. Not like Mondays were fun anyways.

"Maybe to you it isn't. But to her career that hasn't even started yet, it is."

Naozumi leant over the table, trying to assert himself like the male alpha figure he know he is. He flashed her his pearly smile and that stare of his that could send your pulse hammering like a sledgehammer.

"We could put this all behind us if you wanted to."

He did not just try to flirt like that.

That charming mode of his might have worked with someone else. But this was Kate. She eats men on a silver platter to do her job and she did one hell of a good job. He was wrong to expect that his tactics would work on her of all people.

"Oh, I would. If it was was me who was driving and not you two. What the fuck were you thinking getting her into this mess?"

"Why don't you stick to your driver and leave me alone?"

"You're in as much shit as she is, so I suggest you stop acting like a suck up."

"Whatever," he exhaled, leaning back in the chair beside you in defeat. That plan of his was as good as dead the moment he opened his mouth.

Her phone started ringing. She trudged to it angrily before muttering another curse.

"Children. Both of you," she mumbled underneath her breath, walking to the corner of the room to take it. Her murdering voice turned sweet and melodious like honey, switching from agentzilla to her normal tone.

The quiet was swallowing. Almost suffocating. Until Naozumi opened his mouth to speak again.

"You were good out there," he spoke gruffly, voice coming out barely above a mumble. As if he was thinking the words over, not just before, but even after he let them out. They still surprised you nonetheless.

"I'm sorry what?" you choked out.

"I said you were good out there."

"The great Naozumi Hiyama recognizes my talents?"

"I take it back."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't. Because I already have my ego up in the fucking sky."

He smiled. A small barely tilt of his lips, not in amusement, teasing, or provocation, but in genuine show of merriment. Strange.

Once he realized his mistake and caught you looking at him wide-eyed like he was some rare exhibit in a museum, he went back to the gloomy, pissed off jerk mask he had going on. Just as fast as it appeared, the smile was completely gone. Like it was never there. And you had a sudden want to see it again. It was too late to realise you voiced it out.

"Wait. Was that a smile?"

"Do you need an eye test or something?"

"I'm pretty sure that's called a smile."

"I don't smile," he scoffed.

He said the word like it made him disgusted to even be able to reproduce such a thing. Like he wasn't built for genuine cheer. Clowns weren't built for smiling. People were. There was a huge difference between those.

He was human after all. He smiles. When he's caught off guard by words rather than actions, apparently. Interesting.

"Sure you don't," you smirked.

"Rai, leave him alone," grumbled Kate from the other side of the room.

"He started."

He huffed annoyed at your antics and having to be tortured this early in the morning by your PR agent of all people. You smiled again happy with his predicament, and the fact that you weren't alone on this. There was a small part of you that got satisfaction from seeing him in trouble. But now that his trouble was yours too, you kind of equaled the opening score.

"Okay," exhaled Kate, turning back to you with less stress and more anguish judging by the way her eye twitched.

"So, we can't do anything for now but let them talk until they catch new gossip somewhere else. Which should be soon enough. That means," she turned to you with an icy glare, "no more illegal racing."

"For now or?"

"Indefinite."

"Negotiable?"

"Non."

"Well that's a bummer," you huffed, sulking back in your seat.

"Same to you Naozumi. I'm saying this as friendly advice," she says, her gaze turning softer. "Your PR team is already under enough stress as is. Do them a favour and lay low for a while. It will do you good as well."

"They're being paid to help me. Not the other way around."

From the way she frowned at him, you could tell she held back on yelling expletives at him that would get her fired if they ever reached higher-ups. She tightened her fists instead, trying to calm herself down. Then she grinned wide and your stomach dropped. The sky usually splits open when she wears that heinous grin.

"Oh, and one more thing. The federation called."

The federation called? For this? That can't be good.

"They don't like associating themselves with drivers who like getting into trouble. What you did last night won't affect your participation in the series. But they'll be preparing a suiting punishment soon."

"What kind of punishment?"

"The kind I'm sure you'll both hate with your guts."

"Is that all or do you have more nonsense to lecture me about?" asked Naozumi, clearly irritated that he was held accountable for once. And that he hasn't been allowed to leave yet. You wondered why he didn't just up and leave and sat here until now.

"You can go," she nodded at him with a sigh, the one filled with empathy reserved for lost causes. Like Tanaka.

"And me?" you piped up.

You were edging to just go back home and forget all of this even happened. And brainstorming what the board classified as suitable enough punishment. But from Kate's light snicker, you weren't off the hook yet. Far from it actually.

"Your lecture isn't over," she said.

"Bye rookie."

Naozumi flashed you a smile and a finger wave then he slid out the door. Before the door shut tight, concealing his existence, it creaked open and he peaked his head back in, filling the room with more dread.

"Nice pants by the way."

You looked down at your pants, met with the little McQueen cars. You were in your pyjama pants. Again. Fuck's sake. You shifted your gaze back at him, flipping him off without a wink of hesitation.

"Naozumi, please leave before I get security to kick you out," begged Kate.

And he did. Laughing his ass off down the hallways at your expense.

"Why does he get a pass from the lecture?"

"Because he's probably heard it enough to puke it. Though I doubt any of it actually reached his ears and stayed in his brain for long," she spoke, looking at the door with another frown for the man.

"But I know you actually regret your actions and want to do good by them," she stated. Prowling around the table to take Naozumi's seat, her serious gaze turned eager. "And I wanna hear the gossip."

"Of course you do," you laughed. "I'm going to need a coffee to go with that."

She reached behind you to the silver refreshment trolley you failed to notice, and grabbed two steaming cups from the top, placing one in front of you.

"Tell me he didn't spit in it or something."

"Nope. He just stared at it blankly, silently hoping I would offer it."

"Atta girl," you high fived her.

"Now tell me everything."

Sleep pulled you in the second you hit the pillow. You've sat in the office for most of the day just chatting with Kate, then being given the mother of all lectures on earth. Only she could reprimand you then seek gossip, doing a full personality 360 between angry, concerned and friendly. If you ever ended up like that, you'd made a promise to reset your brain setup yourself.

It would've been nice to be left alone to finally get real sleep since you had some time off-season now, but for the second time in a row today, someone had other plans for you.

The buzzing coming from your nightstand stirred you wide awake with less than nice wishes for the person disturbing you. Turning on your other side, you ignored it and plunged your head deeper into the plush of your pillow, sighing in delight. Little by little, you were pulled under by the remnants of sleep edging you all day. Fluffy, much needed rest.

Your phone buzzed again. And again. And again, begging to be answered.

Ah, for dear fuck's sake.

Throwing a hand behind, you searched into the air for your phone, hitting a lamp and the headboard before your fingers finally found the hellish device. Craning an eye open to make sure you hit the right button, you answered, pulling it hazily to your ear.

"Who's this?" you asked, way more raspier and annoyed than you intended it to come off.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," chuckled an eerily cheerful voice on the other end. "Or should I say good evening?"

"Akira?" you pulled back to look at the time on your phone. "It's nine. Why are you awake right now?" you groaned, flipping on your back.

"Why are you asleep right now?"

Fair point.

"What's up?" you asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

"I'm going out and I wondered if you wanted to come with. If you, I don't know, maybe wanted to hang out?"

That's sweet.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise. That is if you're willing to come. Are you?"

For someone that loved female attention and flirting with his fans, he sure was adorable at trying to make actual conversation with one. That and you were kind of nodding off to the sound of his sweet voice filling your ears like candy.

Your head fell deeper into the pillows, finding a comfortable spot you've searched for all of last night. A light snore went past your lips at which he chuckled.

"Rai? Are you still on the line?"

"Hmm. Yeah. Okay. I'll come with. When?"

"How fast can you get ready?"

"Give me thirty minutes. Where do I meet you?"

"Downtown Shibuya."

"Okay."

"Cool, I'll send you the location."

"Cool."

Hanging up, you closed your eyes again, way too on the edge of falling back to dreamland. Then an alarming thought rang out loud in your head.

Downtown?

That made you sit up fully awake in bed. Your hair was a wreck. You definitely needed a shower and to find something in your heaps of luggage still unpacked on the floor.

Thirty minutes was nearly not enough. But it'll have to do now.

Thirty minutes later and you reached downtown. The only problem was that you couldn't park anywhere. Maybe taking the subway would've been better.

Reaching the location Akira pinged you, you pulled over on the sidewalk, waiting for him to show up.

You watched the crowds gather and disperse on the famed center sidewalks spreading out in various directions, each pedestrian heading somewhere different.

For a moment, you wondered what kind of lives these strangers led. What hopes and dreams for the future they had. For one moment they were here, in the heart of the never sleeping city doused in neon lights, present and thoughtless. Only they would know what the next moment had prepared for them.

Racing towards the finish line for most of your life, you had to expect the unforeseen quite a lot. So it was interesting to see other people race towards other things, less life-threatening and more life-involved.

The radio changed the pop tunes for a catchier one that had your head bopping instantly on the first note. You turned up the volume, tapping your fingers on the wheel to the rhythmic beat. This would work so well with my new mix. You tried to turn it up a little louder but your speakers refused to play past mid-level.

Stupid speakers. I need to change this system ASAP. It's older than my dad.

About to curse the downsides of your old sound system, you were interrupted by a soft knock to your left. A strip of what looked like soft pineapple cake was the first thing you saw in the window. Then Akira's head popped down, holding his other hand under the dessert as if he was advertising to become someone's son in law and spread happiness. With a laugh at the faces he was pulling, you unlocked the door and let him in.

"God, it's so nice and warm in here," he sighed, relaxing into the seat beside you. He handed you the bag of desserts so he could stretch out and warm his hands against the warm air blower.

"Wasn't my idea to be out at this hour. It's cold as fuck still."

"If you don't want the cakes, give them back," he said, holding his hand out for the bag.

You hugged them closer to your chest. "They're mine now."

"All of them?"

"Mhm. You made me come all the way here on a Monday. I deserve a double treat."

There were a bunch of those little cakes stuffed into the paper bag and you weren't feeling the sharing is caring tradition today. But his lips drew in a pout, sulking in the seat like he was melting away into sadness and you had to give in. He bought them after all.

"Fine. You can have one."

"Why, thank you!"

You laughed at his antics, chucking one of the street delicacies in your mouth, dropping the bag in his lap. Turning the key in the ignition, you started the engine then turned to him.

"Okay, where to? I should drive off before I get a parking ticket."

"You know that arcade that just opened?"

"The one in Shinjuku?"

He nodded, buckling himself in. Destination acquired, you stepped on it taking off for the arcade. You whizzed past the busy streets of Shibuya, driving through the packed traffic lanes and the flickering billboards. Your eyes drifted to some of the lightshows in awe even if you've seen them so many times. You've been in this city forever but it still managed to surprise you. Even Akira glanced out the window with a twinkle in his eyes.

"So, how have you been?"

"We literally saw each other last night," you chuckled. "Did you miss me that much?"

"What if I did go into loneliness without your presence?"

Smooth.

"I'm asking more because I saw the headlines."

Damn press.

"I take it not so good?"

You let out a breath you've been holding for a while, adjusting your hand on the wheel to lean your arm on the window. Coming to a red light, you turned to him to pluck another cake out of the bag.

"It's okay. I got a pretty good lecture about the importance of driving exemplarily and the safety of my PR agent's mental wellbeing if last night were to ever happen again. And the federation heard of it. There's some supreme punishment coming my way apparently. Same for Naozumi. But I'm glad we didn't get other, more severe reprimands like being banned from the next race."

"Damn, that must've been harsh," he frowned in sympathy. "But you can still race, right?"

"Yup," you popped the p at the end. "Just not illegally," you smiled meekly, feeling bad for your little side hobby having to come to an end.

"That's not so bad then."

Tugging out another cake, you gobbled it down halfway, letting it melt in your mouth. The tangy sweet taste lifted your mood instantly. Then you recalled something that made you chew a little slower. You gave Akira a long look.

"You know these things are given as wedding gifts in other countries?" you asked upon remembering the custom.

"Yes," he replied. "But they're also symbolic of luck. Like mooncakes. Thought you could use some."

Aw. He got you lucky charms. Damn delicious ones at that.

See, if they wanted to they would. But what did Akira want?

That was another question you hackled up in your big question backpack that was slowly starting to weigh down on your shoulders. That thing was widening by the hour and the week barely started.

Taking the easier route, you drove around town letting him bask in the vivid glow of Tokyo. He looked right at home here, among all the lights and glamour. You could take the man out of Tokyo but you definitely couldn't take it out of him.

By the time you parked, the whole bag of pineapple cakes was devoured. Not one crumb was left. You fought over the last one, ending up splitting it into halves just like your sandwich the week before. You noticed Akira had a thing for sharing stuff. On that note, you realized you didn't know much about him personally, so you made it your objective to find out more tonight.

Paying for your entrance to the arcade, amazement took over you at how big the place was. There were claw machines with hundreds, maybe thousands of plushies and figurines everywhere your eyes jumped. Video games lined up the walls, making all kinds of congratulatory sounds for winners or playing jingles to lure in players.

Even further in, bowling alleys, basketball courts, table tennis and a bunch of other mini games were plastered in their own corners like a small arena of sorts. You didn't even know what to play on first. However, Akira took the lead, running over to the whack-a-mole corner.

"Ladies first," he beckoned you ahead.

"Wanna test out my reaction time or something?"

"Winner gets to pick the next game," he said, holding a hand out to you.

"Deal," you shook it well.

Let's make this fun.

Pulling up your jacket sleeves, you grabbed the hammer and waited for the game to start. The moles started moving up and down, slowly at first, and you smacked all of them pretty easily. The speed increased and the little creatures popped out faster, making it harder to spot them properly. Thanks to your trained sight as a rally driver, you were able to spot them before they even came out of their hideout, much like corners or road hazards, and smacked them right down in their holes.

Your score rose and rose, and Akira's jaw dropped once it went past 600 points and you kept going at it. You didn't even break a sweat, just hammering down those little fuckers like it was a national sport. Getting tired, you paused when the hammer missed a mole. The machine beeped, showing you the score - 900 points. Close enough to the highest score you could get.

"Your turn," you smirked, handing Akira the hammer. "Ganbare," you cheered punching the air, trying to sound like his fangirls.

His hand shook slightly when he took the hammer away from your hand, flashing you a confident smile before he turned his back to you and cursed himself. He was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed.

The game blared loudly with a countdown before he could back out. He already shook hands with you. He had to take it to the bitter end without making a fool out of himself while at it. Tuning in his focus to catch those beasts and win, he approached the table. The machine beeped and he got in position.

The first moles jumped out at him and he hit the hammer nice and easy. Then it went faster and faster and he smashed the animals at the speed of light. Beads of sweat lined up above his brow, eyes strained and focused completely on the game and nothing else, determined to at least equal your score if he couldn't surpass it.

His smacks turned messy, all over the place. He heaved breaths like he was running a marathon, completely losing himself in the game. You were sat on the side, watching and trying to keep your giggles to yourself not to disturb him from his run.

He tired out at one point, unable to take any other moles for points, missing a few. The machine beeped and he looked confident in his efforts. Before he looked at the score, he turned to you with a grin, holding his arms out in a victorious manner.

"How did I do?" he asked, wiggling his brows.

Your resolve came crumbling as one by one, your giggles slipped out and you had to clutch your stomach from how hard you were laughing.

"Take- Hahahah," you laughed, wiping a tear. "Take a look at the score. I can't."

You continued laughing as he swiveled around to take a look, eyebrows hitting his hairline.

"WHAT?! THREE FIFTY?!"

350 points. That's all he managed to get. Not even close to your score. So damn far away. But the show he gave you was priceless.

"I'm so glad I got that on camera," you beamed, pocketing your phone and the evidence away with it.

"We're not friends anymore," he says, feigning betrayal. "Who are you?"

"The winner," you giggled making a curtsy. Leaning over to grab his arm, you pulled him along with you. "Now it's my pick."

You weaved through the crowd of players, looking around for a better attraction. Most of them were medium or beginner level, boring or just too bright for your eyes, so you searched for something better. Something that would be fun and you haven't played before to give Akira a chance to redeem himself.

Somewhere between pushing ahead and tugging him behind you, your hand slipped into his to pull him through the huge crowd without getting lost. At first he didn't notice it, too busy keeping his balance as you monster trucked your way through people. When his eyes drifted down to see your hands intertwined deftly, a small smile made its way to his lips. You didn't really notice the skinship, too busy whirling your head around. Then you spotted the perfect game.

Running up to the start line, you pointed at it like a little child who just found a new curiosity. Your eyes sparkled bright as you gazed back at him and his smile widened even more.

"Bowling?" he asked.

"I haven't played before," you admitted.

Truthfully, you didn't get a lot of time to play around growing up. The few games you played were all mostly car related. Wheelies, car bumpers, racing simulators. Whenever your friends from school went out, you'd be stuck helping in the garage or driving out of the city for a junior qualifier.

"Let's see if you've got it in you."

Barely two rounds in and you scored only full strikes, one after another. Angling your hand the way you saw them do in the movies, you pulled your wrist back, then pushed it forwards and let go sending the ball straight in, watching all the pins fall down. Turning to Akira, you caught him filming in hopes you would fail this time around only to prove him wrong again. Enthusiastic about your strike, you threw the camera a peace sign, making a weird face he laughed at.

You played ten rounds, totaling more points than him at the end. Most of his were misses, bowling ball narrowly sent down the middle of the track, only to wiggle off into the side lines or miss half of the pins. He looked close to whining. You pat him on the back in support.

Moving around to basketball, you threw in a few hoops. That's where Akira finally managed to catch up, evening the score to a tie. You let him pick the next one, ending up on the mini baseball pitches for a slow game.

The machine shot balls at you and you hit them all. With each swing of your bat, they hit the wall, bouncing back on the artificial grass before another flew your way. Akira did the same on your side. Just hitting them mindlessly, waiting for the next one to fly out.

Your hits got progressively more swift and powerful. Who could blame you when had some pent up anger to release? About what or whom, you couldn't really tell. But this was a good outlet for it.

Akira stopped his own run to watch you hit the balls with no mercy. As if they could fly far away along with your thoughts if you hit them hard enough. Your face was contorted into rage, brows drawn in concentration, nose twitching when you didn't like how the balls rounded off the bat.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you grunted, hitting another one.

"Is this about the race?"

"More or less."

Another ball flew at you and you angled up the bat too late, missing the hit by a hair's breadth. He took a seat on the bench, placing his hands on the end of the bat and his chin on top.

"Something tells me that's not why you're upset."

"I'm not," you tapped the bat to the floor, preparing for the next hit.

"Rai, I say this with the best intentions. I've known you for a few days and I can tell when your mood drops to the sewers."

"I'm not upset," you sighed. "I'm just trying to realize that I'm officially a rally driver and I have to carry the team flag and support my family and not fuck up somewhere in the middle," you said, throwing a hand through your hair. "Long story short, I guess shit just got real. And I really hate Mondays now."

You had a long day and an even longer weekend. Stuff was about to crowd up like a pile of unwashed dishes until you were ready to face and wash each of them. You weren't running away from them. You just washed a lot of them this past week alone.

"Remember the day we met, when I asked you if you're doing all this for your father or for yourself?" You nodded slowly. "If you could be anything other than a rally driver what would you be?"

A dj, a voice sang in your head.

Something you developed for years alongside racing was your passion for all things music - instruments, lyrics, beats. It just fell hand in hand with racing and helped you tune the two into one seamlessly. Ever since, you couldn't have one without the other and choosing between them was a no-go. But little by little, you did have to give up on the dj dream since rally took up most of your time. There was no time to play or write or mix things unless it was once in a blue moon.

It was purely for your own enjoyment. Up until the car show, when you stepped up to the mixer and passed him your own mix. It was the first time you had people listen to something you made and gods, it made you feel good.

Telling someone all about it was what you deeply wished for. To yell at the top of your lungs that you had a passion you still kept close to your heart that you wish you could get to more. But the most you could muster in response to Akira's question was a small smile.

No one needs to know about it. It's just my little secret.

"Just racing," you passed over the obvious. Which was a passion but it now became a job you hoped would never feel like a job. "It doesn't matter what series as long as I get to drive. What about you?"

He sat thinking for a bit. He looked conflicted, not like he didn't know what to say, but more like he imagined what you would think of it once it actually left his mouth.

"Would it be weird if I said fashion?"

Now, that wasn't such a novelty to hear when Akira did have a keen eye for fashion. Despite the fact that he looked like a supermodel in just his dirty racing suit, he could pull off even a tote bag over his head as a hat and you'd think it was the next trend. His face alone could sell you anything.

"Not at all." You sat down next to him, fiddling with a spare ball. "What do you want to do specifically?"

"I was thinking design. There's this course I found on it and I'd love to take it up. I just don't know if I have it in me, I guess."

The way his eyes glimmered, you could tell he had insane passion for it. It wasn't a question of whether he had it in him. It was a question on whether he should do it.

"I think you'd make an amazing designer," you encouraged. "You do have great style. Though I'm not one to comment since I dress like a homeless person 24/7."

"I love your band tees," he said, pointing to the one you were wearing. It was a washed grey Nirvana tee. One you liked a lot. "They're edgy and classic. Like you."

"Thanks," you chuckled.

"Something tells me you have a collection of those."

"I do in fact."

"I take it back. That's not edgy. That's totally an emo crime towards fashion."

"Oh, come on. Not my fault they're on sale in bulk. What's so wrong about having them in different colours and designs?"

"Those prints are the very death of fashion."

"No, they're not," you argued, throwing the ball at him.

You left the arcade, continuing your argument about graphic tees and how they're the end of fashion and barely in trend anymore. Distracted by the sweet smell of dough, you took off after the scent like a dog, ending up in front of a vendor selling melonpan ice cream. You bought two before Akira could pull out his wallet. When he still barged in with money, you shoved his hand away, insisting that you wanted it to be your treat and he just had to give in to that.

Taking a walk around, you fell into step side by side. He bit into his mango one, looking around like a curious kid. This was as good a time as any to ask things, questions. You started off with your favorites - the family questions. His parents were into finance, mostly gone from home. Apparently, he had an older sister but she was gone overseas to work. Probably where he learned how to share his stuff from.

Jumping over other topics, you ended up on curious land.

"So," you gobbled down a bite from your melonpan. "What happened between you and Naozumi?"

His eyes widened a little, then fell back into serious crescents. Maybe that wasn't the question to ask right off the bat. He didn't look thrilled to be talking about that of all things and you instantly regretted asking.

"It's complicated," he said, playing with the paper packaging of his melonpan.

"It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it."

"It's stupid really," he started, bobbing his head down to the pavement. Spotting a bench, he took a seat and you joined.

"Last year, we were both competing for the Australian Cup. I was freshly brought into Sigma Racing as new talent. He's been under Spica for a few years already."

"It happened during one of the middle rounds. Really dry ground, loaded with road hazards and high jumps stressing the suspensions. That thing could turn your car into a death trap. The last turn at the end of the track had a big slope that went up then slid down, curving the exit right in front of the pit zone. I was driving so well until I took up that last turn."

"What happened?"

"I was going way too fast and those lumps on the road didn't make driving any easier. I kinda lost control," he sighed, closing his eyes as if it was happening right before him again. "I tried to steer clear of anyone but I ended up jumping right in front of the Spica Racing pen, just when he was driving out to take his place at the start of the course. I crashed into him and mangled his car pretty badly. He had to pull out of the round completely since it had irreparable damage."

Regret swam behind those black eyes of his, consuming the very light bouncing off the all the signs plastered around the place. You could tell the whole situation has been eating at him for a while.

"It wasn't your fault, Akira. Those things happen without you being able to do anything about it. We're trained to expect the unexpected."

"I know. Thing is, I tried to apologize right after but we got into a fight. We... said some things. I don't even remember what it was but I know he got really mad at me and has been driving the Akira hate train ever since like I committed some crime against him."

Something told you there were gaps waiting to be filled in that confession. You couldn't say you knew Naozumi just after a few days of events. But from your fights and teasing, you did catch up on the fact that it took a mighty spark leaping in the air to start Naozumi's reasoning storm and have it weather towards someone in a certain way. The way it weathered towards Akira said there was something else there.

Truthfully, he had the right to be mad. You would've been too if that was you mid-season, especially if your team was still struggling like it was now. But Akira tried to make amends that ended up right in the bottomless pit of Naozumi's endless hatred. That told you enough about him as a person. Recognizing your wrongs and trying to do right by them is a quality less and less people have these days. Much less Naozumi.

Although, now that you finally heard the story that began their relentless hate matches on track, a part of you was itching to know where Naozumi stood on this. Apart from the clear threat he made in the press conference that you happened to overhear. Aside from what the world said about their feud.

You wondered if his dislike towards Akira was just because of that incident or there was more to it. There's always a cause and effect and it took more than an accidental crash to have someone like Naozumi declare sudden death to someone.

Making small talk with Akira was becoming your favorite thing. You could talk about anything with the guy. Absolutely anything. He was like a walking-talking encyclopedia of sorts, just waiting to be flipped through and asked a 'did you know' question.

You wanted to take his mind off things since he's done that for you tonight. From the smile turning his eyes into crescents as you drove him around town, you managed to do just that.

"Where have you been until now?" he asked, turning to you with a light grin.

Your own simply caught the tip of your lips. "Right here in this city."

"Crazy we've never met before all this."

"Maybe we did, but we didn't know it at the time."

"Plausible," he laughs. "But I'm sure I would remember someone like you."

Flutters started in your tummy and made their way up through your body, blooming in your chest. No one's said these things to you before. If it was anyone else, you'd think it was just charmspeak to woo you. He did use it with his fangirls. But this felt... different. Or maybe you were just making up feels on the nice high that tonight brought you.

"Surely," you said, trying not to cut his flair short.

Turning the wheel down the street, you reached the downtown apartment complex area. You dipped your head down to look at the tall skyscrapers lining up to each other in similar grey tones. Mostly Tv personalities, movie starlets and other celebrities lived in this part of town. And Akira apparently.

How much do they pay at Sigma Racing? An apartment here is worth more than a normal racing salary. But... maybe it's not his and he's just visiting someone.

You stopped the car on a curved driveway right in front of his building. It looked reserved for limousines and fancy cars.

"I'm glad you came tonight."

"I enjoyed it. You know, that was my first time in an arcade," you confessed. He gasped in shock.

"What?! Really? It didn't look like it as you were beating my ass at every game I thought I was good at. You looked like a pro out there."

"Thank you," you smiled sheepishly.

"You know, that means I should take you out more."

"Is it really taking me out if I'm the one driving?" you cocked an eyebrow.

"Good point," he admits with a chuckle.

Turning for the door handle, he got ready to get out of your car and end the night. You didn't really want it to end. Not after how much fun you had together - real fun that you haven't had in a long time.

You felt like saying something before he left. The words sat right on the tip of your tongue.

He plucked open the handle, setting a foot out and you finally spoke.

"I had fun tonight," you said breathlessly. "Thank you, Akira."

You leant over the gearbox, placing a small kiss to his cheek. Probably the most unexpected thing you did tonight.

You drew away so fast you got whiplash. He seemed frozen to the seat. Much more frozen than the cold breezing in the car through the small crack in the open door.

Blinking the haze away, he got out of the car and was about to shut the door when he bent back down, holding onto the the top of the car.

"Good night, Rai. Thanks for hanging out again."

"Anytime," you smiled and waved at him. "Good night, three-fifty."

He shook his head with a wrinkle of his nose, embarrassed at the new nickname that's probably going to follow him for a while. You watched him retreat into the huge building, disappearing behind the double doors.

Once he was through, he barely reached reception as realization dawned on him. His palm held the cheek you kissed just a few minutes ago like your lips were still pressed against it. He broke out into the biggest, goofy smile. Turning back to the entrance, he saw your car still in front of the building.

Just as you were about to drive off, you caught your reflection in the rearview mirror. A shy smile and pink cheeks painted your face like a spring flower bouquet.

Wait. Wait. WAIT! you gasped.

Was this... Was this a date?

It wasn't, right? you giggled. He would've said something if it was, more giggles came out turning into a dry laugh. Right?

Then why the hell did I kiss him?

I KISSED HIS CHEEK????

WHY?

You dropped your head to the steering wheel accidentally blaring the horns and the very life out of you. People walking around the entrance, including the security guy, gave you a weird look. That was your cue to leave.

You slapped your cheeks before you stepped on it and drove home thinking about your life choices since they were starting to go against your norms. Badly.

Inter-season preparation was both the best and the worst period of time.

Rally weekends definitely fell in the best category. The pure adrenaline, the suspense, driving the car on new adventures. Celebrating milestones you wanted to overtake and adding new goals to challenge. The stuff dreams were made of - progress, setbacks, then more progress.

The weeks in between rallying? An absolute drag.

Testing. Training. Repeat. A truly never-ending saga.

Testing went pretty uneventfully. The team changed set-ups that were more Fuji round appropriate and you drove the car on similar dirt roads to see whether they worked or new changes had to be made.

The car surprisingly took all the changes well, better than in pre-season testing. Your team mechanics, not so much. They were under insane pressure to deliver accurate measurements and quick part changes since this round allowed settings and parts to be changed mid-stages.

You drove out in mock lap times on similar dirt roads, then returned to base so they could take over under a timed count. All the measurements and estimates made were just possibilities since you couldn't tell how the car would behave on the real ones. There was also the variable of weather conditions and considering the zone of rally, anything was possible.

Training, however, was a bitch. Biking, swimming, running miles on end to get better stamina. Then rough sport went into soft sport. Some type of fitness, like yoga or pilates, to get your body in better shape to handle the forces pushing you around in the car on track.

Tanaka liked changing it up a notch, picking a different pair of sports every other day. The days in between you just slept away like the dead to replenish your energy.

You were currently two weeks away from the next round. Tanaka decided to take it easier on you and took you on a hike around the hills surrounding Tokyo. The view was breathtaking, the city spreading out like a map from the point you reached. But so was the hike.

Your knees gave out, thankfully next to a good enough sitting boulder, unable to carry your body anymore.

"Break," you gasped out. "I need a break," your hands flailed about to ask for a timeout.

"Break approved," voiced Tanaka, stretching his limbs like he was taking a stroll in the park. Sometimes you wondered if he was human.

"Can we go to a normal gym in town? I think I've hiked all the hills around Tokyo by now," you asked, hoping he would accept.

Throwing a look over your tired body, he seemed to be considering it. The old man knew how much you despised this back and forth. He tried to expose you to as much sport as possible to get your body stronger, but above that, he valued your feedback. That was what made him one of the best trainers out there. If you needed a change, he had to accommodate it and he would.

"We can," he laughed slyly.

Wait, it's that easy? I just had to ask? No side deals or anything?

If that's the case then, you could've had less pain and more rest if you spoke your mind more often. Noted.

Besides, he seemed way too in good moods lately. Was it because of something or someone?

"I have a question," you piped up. "Actually several."

"Shoot," he took a seat next to you, chugging some water down.

"What's going on between you and Kate?"

He spit out his water, choking on some of it that remained stuck in his throat. You slapped his back in support with a chuckle.

"Nothing," he looked away, still coughing.

"Nothing my ass. I've seen the way you drink each other in with just one look. That's not nothing. That's everything."

He stopped coughing, wiping the water drops still falling from his chin with the collar of his sports shirt. His eyes looked out at the city, getting lost in all the shapes and buildings. After a while, a small smile settled on his lips, lightening up that serious stubble on his chin.

"Come on, humor me," you bumped your shoulder into his. "I won't tell."

"She's just," he paused thinking deeply. "Amazing," he said breathlessly.

As if that simple word rounded up every single thing he felt about her. Just that it couldn't and you could see it on his face.

Not just now, but in the pen or in the team office when they would pass by each other. He would send a soft gaze her way, eyes rounding and pupils dilating like he was looking at literal gold. In response, Kate would send him a sweet smile, the kind that probably had her twirling her stray caramel lock of hair falling out from her messy bun once she passed by and was out of sight.

He continued his rant on all the things he loves about her and you couldn't help but feel incredibly single for the first time in your life.

"I've never seen anyone stand up to men like she does. Well, you do. But the way she does it is just so inspiring. It makes me want to shake all men on earth until they get their balls twisted and never speak to a woman ever again. Especially her."

You could feel the adoration he had for her just ooze from him like it was suffocating exhaust smoke. Okay, maybe more like cotton candy steam. Sugary and sweet. The kind that sticks your teeth together in decay. But adorable nonetheless.

"Have you told her how you feel about her?"

"Nope. That's a bridge I'm not going to cross anytime soon, Rai."

"And why not?"

"The age difference. The world we live in. She's a solid independent woman, while I'm just me."

All reasons that made no sense.

Firstly, love had no age. And it wasn't like he was a seventy year-old dating someone four decades younger than him. He was barely thirty seven and you knew for a fact that Kate liked older men. All her recent dating experiences with men in her age range ended up in tragic ghosting and her deleting all dating apps as if it would delete her memory of them.

Secondly, the world we live in is crazy. But not that batshit crazy that a trainer and a PR agent weren't allowed to date. Last time you checked, your father didn't say anywhere in the rules that his employees were working under a no dating clause. Even if there was such a clause, you'd have him delete it from all records instantly.

Thirdly-

"You are an amazing trainer, co-driver and supporter. You're like an uncle to me and I wouldn't change it for the world. Besides all of that, you have amazing work ethic. You're not that ancient."

At that last remark, you tilted your head to the side thinking something else would've sounded better, then shook it off, continuing.

"If anything you fit the criteria of what she's looking for."

"Still not gonna happen," he says, shaking his head, smile now gone from his face.

"Well, if it ever will, you have my full support. Probably dad's too."

"Thanks," he chuckled.

Your hand laid out to pat his shoulder again in a manly way.

"I'll be your wingman anytime."

"I genuinely think your father thought you were a boy until you hit puberty and grew out that bowl cut of yours."

"That's what mom keeps telling me. I think there's a good amount of manliness in me, don't you think?" you wiggled your eyebrows, pumping up your bicep muscles to cement that point even though he was referring to your personality.

"Sure," he shook his head at you.

The days were getting warmer with April fast approaching. The sun was unbearable to sit under, but covered by the dense evergreen forest like this, it felt like pure bliss was radiating in the air.

"A day will come when a poor bastard will charm you and you'll see how it feels on your own skin."

You were taken aback at that.

"Why do you say poor bastard?" you asked, brows drawing together.

"Oh, look at the time," he checked the watch on his wrist way too quickly. "We should hike back down."

"Don..." you hissed in warning but he was already walking hurriedly down the path you just climbed.

"Men love starting shit unprovoked," you mumbled to yourself before you took off after him.

Truthful to his words, Tanaka took you to a gym the very next day. Not just any gym but the very best in town, decked in a bunch of world class apparatus and gear that would put your impromptu garage gym to shame. And it did when he showed you pictures of it and how big it was.

The day came you finally tried it. You skipped running time for this and couldn't contain your excitement since you'd rather do gym time than run in the streets in this mini heatwave.

The building had parking available inside for easy access anytime you wanted to go. Taking the elevator, you let Tanaka press the buttons since he knew more about the place. The floors kept rising and rising and your jaw dropped once it passed the twentieth floor, unable to imagine a building having more than ten.

I'm on filthy rich territory, mom.

A lady dressed in fitness gear welcomed you warmly at reception, then showed you around some of the facilities. Apparently, they had several gyms on this floor, a pool somewhere on an upper level and other amenities that you could barely wrap your head around existing in just one place. She led you through the hallways, all decked in portraits of famous athletes that apparently worked out here from time to time. You recognized some baseball players and footballers, even your mom's favorite golf player.

This place is the hall of fame on earth.

She led you to the changing rooms, which were a bit of a let down. They looked like high school lockers and had team benches around like a stadium changing room would. Probably to let the athletes feel at home among all that shiny equipment.

You changed into more gym appropriate clothes and met Tanaka in the hallway, talking about the facilities.

"A friend recommended it to me. Apparently it's bigger than this, stretching beyond this level, and a lot of athletes used it before. It's also deserted during the night since most of them like working out during the early morning and book it to themselves."

That sounded amazing. Being able to work out and suffer through the pain without other onlookers around was a dream. You even got a killer view of the city lights in the dusk of the darkening night sky as you stepped over the threshold. It truly felt like a dream.

And it sure turned out too good to be true when you rounded the corner into the main gym and spotted a familiar tanned, ripped back under a lone light, dark hair dripping with sweat, pumping his biceps by lifting heavy weights in the far corner.

"I think we should come back later," you smiled nervously, turning back around and yanking Tanaka by his shirt.

Naozumi just so happened to spawn at the one gym you wanted to go to. Recommended to go to. But alas. He was here and now you were here too which wasn't good.

The last thing you wanted was to have a weight-lifting competition and end up breaking stuff over his head to shut his comments up. So you pulled on Tanaka's shirt a little harder to make him move out through the door before the devil saw you.

"What? Why?"

Naozumi sensed movement behind him. In one brisk move, he turned around and placed the weights back in place, throwing his towel on his shoulder before making his way to you.

At least he has a shirt on this time.

As he moved to you, your breath hitched.

If pre-sex interrupted Naozumi looked hot in the crack of a shabby hotel door, post-workout Naozumi with the backdrop of nightfall over Tokyo was a sight that made your knees weak against your will.

Shamelessly, your eyes lingered on the mountains of shoulders on his back and the sweat falling from his hair down his arms in rivers. Each lost drop fell in its own stream, connecting around the protruding veins on his forearms, turning a lively green in stark contrast to the tanned skin on his arms. Bulking, blue-green veins that looked so swollen you wondered if they would burst at the small tap of your finger or if he contracted the sinews on his forearms even a little.

Thank god for fast cars, desserts and muscles.

"Came to train, rookie?" he spoke lowly, that annoying amusement ebbed in his voice along something else you couldn't really decipher.

Stopping a few feet away, he let his own eyes linger over your work out gear. Most of it was tight, pulling your skin to soft curves he drank in with all his might like Tanaka wasn't next to you. As if it was just the two of you and no one else in the silence of the darkened gym.

"You look like you need it."

"Your car would say something different," you crossed your arms with a smirk. "Still driving around with a damaged front bumper?"

The muscle in his jaw ticked at the mention of his car damage, moving his weight from one foot to the other with a scoff. His tank top shifted with the movement, revealing more of that dip in his perfectly toned chest. Why was he even working out when he looked like that? You'd spend all day looking in the mirror if you had even one of those perfectly packed muscles. Just one.

Noticing the way your eyes locked on his chest, he took a gamble that you were more interested in something else than what he was saying. His hand rode up to take off the towel on his shoulder, letting it fall by his side. Your eyes flew to the other side of his uncovered collar bones, the dip between them and the trunk of his neck as soon as the cloth slipped off completely.

True to his assumptions, you were staring. And he enjoyed it a whole lot.

His arms crossed over his chest, bulging out the lean beef and those criminal veins lined up on his arms, also pushing up his pecs in the process. Unconsciously, you licked and tugged your lower lip between your teeth, unable to look away. Until he spoke and cut off the wire rolling fantasies in your head.

"Like what you're seeing?" he teased.

What a hoe.

"Your car in shambles?" you replied.

"I should've asked you to pay damages," he taunted, taking a step closer to you. His dark eyes moved down to you. "Since you're daddy's little princess and all."

"Why would I pay when I can literally fix it myself?"

His eyebrow lifted at that. You offered and he looked like he was genuinely considering it. That was bad news.

This is why we think before we speak.

That was not what I wanted to say. I can't help it when those pecs are staring at me, nipples fully perking under that tank top like traffic cones. Ugh, it's all his fault.

It was way too late to take it back now. You just had to accept the demise you very well and knowingly signed yourself verbally, loud and clear, with a witness by your side.

"Look," you sighed. "If you're still sour about it, come by the garage and I can have a look, for free," you muttered the last words in a mumble not sure if you should offer free services to him of all people.

"What was that last part?" he leaned in, asking you to repeat it knowing damn well he heard it.

"I said with a discount."

"I think you said for free."

"Money doesn't grow on the trees in my garden, Naozumi." You held your hand out to him. "Take it or leave it."

His brown eyes moved to your hand and flew back to yours just as fast.

"Turn around," he instructed.

"What-"

His eyes crinkled with a grin as his hands settled on your shoulders to turn you around. Once your back was to him, he plucked a marker and a piece of paper from Tanaka's hand, laying the paper flat on your shoulders. From the faint scribbles you felt on your back, he had to be jotting down his number. Once he was done, he passed the marker back to Tanaka and handed you the paper, folded neatly into tiny squares.

"Call me when you're free," he said, adding a teasing wink at the end. Then he smacked his towel back on his shoulder and left.

You opened the piece of paper to find... nothing. The fuck? You turned it around on all sides to find no trace of his number anywhere.

But he wrote something. I could literally feel it on my back-

Hold on a second.

Looking around for a mirror, you located some at the far edge of the gym and made a beeline for them. As soon as your feet planted in front of your full length reflection, you turned sideways and sure enough there it was - his phone number, digits and full name scribbled in dark marker along the width of your right shoulder.

"I'm going to fucking kill him."

"I would let you," agreed Tanaka. "But that means more PR disaster for Kate."

"Please tell me that isn't permanent marker," you huffed, licking a finger and trying to swap it off. The writing barely bunched off your skin.

"Semi-permanent," he chuckled.

"Nao-fucking-zumi Hi-trouble-yama, I will murder you one day and I won't be sorry," you gritted.

The last free weekend ahead of Fuji Highland Masters rolled in before you even felt the little break. You took the day to work a little on your jewel of a car since you didn't know when you would get the chance to even drive it to and fro in the coming months as it was mostly back to back rally rounds.

The schedule for the day ran mostly on maintenance work. You changed your winter tyres for the summer ones since the weather was letting up and the roads weren't frozen over with icicles to slide over anymore. You dove under the car, checking the oil filter for any bursts or leaks, since you had enough adventures with that one, and the rest of your old parts, making a note of what needed changing.

Before you knew it, the breezy morning turned into scorching noon. Taking a break on the steps near the garage, you drank some water and leaned back, stretching your legs on the pavement. The peace and the calm was so bearable at times where your mind stilled and you were just in the zone, doing what you liked. Working on cars was your dad's guilty pleasure and it kinda rubbed off on you once you got one.

Then you remembered. It's been a few weeks and you haven't heard anything about the punishment from the board yet. You hoped they just forgot about your race with Naozumi like it was a blip.

But like clockwork whenever you thought of him in the slightest, his annoying voice popped up in your head with an irritating reminder.

Call me when you're free.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through the contacts until you reached Naozumi's designated name - Devil spawn.

Your finger hovered over the number. You barely typed it in back at the gym, gaping back and forth between the numbers strewn on your back without gagging. Having to actually call it was a different thing altogether.

What if he gave me a made-up number? What if it's someone else's?

Despite your efforts to avoid calling, you had to.

A promise is a promise, you sighed. But was it really a promise? Those have expiry dates, don't they?

In your mental debate on whether to call or just forget you ever offered your help, your finger moved down the screen and accidentally tapped the call button.

Well, too late to back out now...

The line rang a few times and your patience was running thin. Five rings in and you moved to end the call until someone picked up. Though it wasn't Naozumi. You knew that demonic voice up to no damn good anywhere and this was a high-pitched female one.

"Who's this?" asked the woman on the other line.

Definitely not Naozumi. Though you wondered if you happened to torture him if he was able to make those sounds. You just hoped you didn't interrupt another heated catch, like he called them. The last one left you with mental pain.

"Hello?" she asked again, tone seething with much more irritation this time around.

I think I cockblocked him again.

"Naozumi's mechanic on duty," you replied, not having time to think it through. You pulled the phone away from your your ear, muttering a quick fuck me, before you placed it back, embarrassed.

What the fuck? Mechanic on duty?

His?

Me?

I'm screwed.

"I think my mechanic is a male actually," spoke Naozumi with a deep chuckle. His voice reverberated off the speaker with an echo you knew all too well.

The fucker put me on speaker. Foul move.

"Do you want your car fixed today or not?"

"I was about to fix something else."

Oh god.

"I'm about to end this call in 5, 4, 3, 2-"

"Send me the address. I'll be there as soon as I can," he grunted on the other line.

"Enjoy," you said and cut the call.

Enjoy?

Jesus Christ, Raiko.

A few hours later, the small heatwave calmed down and you could work properly on your car. You busied yourself with installing a new stereo system since the old one lived its days from the front relics to the back ones. You were currently stuck between the seats, trying to couple the wires for the back parts and mount the new surround speakers in.

You heard Naozumi's R8 down the street before the car even pulled up on the garage driveway, right on the other side. That engine was purring louder than a cat in heat. It was hard not to notice it when it sounded so tuned and expensive.

Moving to get out from the back and greet him, you dropped back on your hunches to pull yourself out from the back area. Small problem though. Your waist got stuck between the seats. They weren't just uncomfortable. They were unbelievable.

I really need to change these seats.

Breathing in and out calmly, you moved again, trying to pull your body out but it was to no avail. No matter how many times you pivoted back and forth, you were stuck. Feeling eyes on you, you turned your gaze to the opened driver's door to be met with Naozumi's intense stare. The leather jacket hugged the crossed arms over his chest and his sunglasses sat on the V line of his shirt. His hair wasn't as messy as you expected it to be after that call. His was looking at you with unanswered questions.

How long has he been standing there? Was he staring at my ass?

"Hi," he waved. "Need help?" he nodded back at your little issue.

"Nope," you grunted out, waving him off. "I've got it."

Turning back to face the back of the car, you placed your hands on the shoulder rests and tried to pull yourself out again.

"Damn it," you mumbled.

"I can help," he mused again.

"No thanks."

He let you struggle for a bit more before you felt the seat cushion on your left side dip and strong hands falling on your waist. You sucked in a deep breath at the contact, stilling all movements completely.

"I said I've got it."

"I don't have all day," he said, moving closer to get a better grip on you.

His fingers moved, rapping against your sides and you felt your heart skip a beat. Leaning over you, his breath fanned your exposed back. You bit your lip and cursed yourself mutely for picking out the most revealing tank top in your wardrobe to wear today of all days. That and his secure hold on your waist, warming up your sides over the thin denim of your overalls was complete terror to bear.

"Twist sideways," he directed.

"Which side?"

"Mine."

"Yours?"

"Fuck," he exhaled, warm breath hitting close to your ear making you shiver. "I meant left. Left side."

Doing as he said, you twisted at the same time he tugged your middle through, pulling you free from the grasp of your stubborn old seats. You sat back on your hunches facing him, his hands still sitting around your waist. If he let you do it yourself, you'd probably be hanging in the backseat until the next day.

You took a moment to just look at him. You haven't seen him in weeks. Not even after you started going to the gym. You had to admit he looked kind of relaxed and this break did him some good to destress and calm his road rage.

The sun shone through the windshield, reflecting the orange glow of the car interior in a warm glow of light washing over him. You searched his eyes, finding nothing but a deep pool of shiny macadamia brown to melt in.

I thought his eyes were black. They're so brown in the light. So warm.

They reminded you of that insane macadamia tart doused in unhealthy amounts of syrup and chocolate. The one guilty pleasure dessert you could never put down.

He blinked at you and your eyes shot to his eyelashes.

Were they always this long and pretty?

Your hand had a mind of its own, lifting up towards him. Your fingers could almost graze the skin on his cheeks when you stopped yourself.

What the fuck am I doing?

At once, your other hand shot up slapping the guilty one away, that one too acting on its own, falling to find balance on your brake stick, accidentally pushing it down to disengage the breaks. The car started moving and jerked you forwards but it stopped before it could roll down the driveway, into the street and cause any damage. Naozumi's hand moved over yours to press the button and pull the lever back up, engaging the brakes back on the car. His other one held you safe from smashing into the windshield.

You closed your eyes, patiently waiting for the rookie comment. You just felt it coming, sitting right on the tip of his tongue. One long sigh from him and you saw it spelled out on his lips. Soon enough you even heard it.

"Are you always this clumsy, rookie?"

There it is.

You pushed him out of the car, getting out as well. Dusting up your clothes, you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him. He simply smirked at you.

"Shut up and show me the damage on the car."

Following behind in his step, he led you to the front of his supercar, pointing you to the lower right side. Crouching down, you inspected the scratch. Sure enough, there was a nasty graze there, but the bend you thought you saw that night was not there, possibly an illusion of the shadows. Less work to do then.

The scrape was big and stretched along the side, so it definitely needed a mini paint job, but nothing too complicated. You just hoped you had this shade laying around in a can somewhere in the garage.

"Dark midnight blue, right?

He nodded. You took off to the paint area, looking around all the cans on the shelves to make sure you had his color and he didn't come by for nothing. Azure, turquoise, dark blue, navy... Nope. You turned another shelving unit and scoured the labels like a hawk. Indigo, admiral... Pushed to the far back was a can turned backwards. Another dark blue shade peaked through. You reached and pulled it out. Midnight blue. There it is.

On your way out, you grabbed sand paper, a water spraying bottle, cutting compound, a coarse pad and the polish machine. You carried all of them back and sat down on the ground next to the car. Naozumi leaned on the door to watch you work.

First, you poured some water on the sand paper and sprayed some more along the grazes on the car. Gently, you sanded down each graze from left to tight, then wiped the surface with a cloth to soften it. The sanding removed some of the smaller lines, but the big ones were still nasty and wide. Spraying a few drops of cutting compound on the coarse pad, you attached it to the polish machine and started polishing over the scratches.

"How do you know so much about cars?"

"It's in the job description."

"That's not what I meant."

"You're bound to learn a thing or two when growing up in a garage full of mechanics. I spent most of my time in there as a child," you pointed back behind you. "And there's YouTube."

"That still doesn't explain anything," he scoffed.

You stopped the polish machine, turning to look up at him.

"The Veilside back there," you pointed out to the driveway. "She was a totaled wreck. One of the dupes used in the Tokyo Drift movie for stunts that ended up worse for wear."

"I was so obsessed with the car that I looked for used ones everywhere and just so happened to find her in a scrap yard, completely torn to pieces," you spoke as you added some more paste to the pad and went back to polishing the bumper.

"I saved up all my money to get the important parts she was missing. One month of pocket money got me the suspensions. Half a year later, I had enough to buy a V6 engine. The rest of it, I fixed her up with used parts from the garage until I could afford new ones. She was a work in progress for some time."

"And it ran?"

"Oh boy, it did," you smiled, working the machine on a deeper graze. "Dad called me crazy for trusting a relic that had no chance of getting fixed up or ever running the roads again. But look at her. She's doing amazing."

He seemed impressed as he took a good look at it. It genuinely seemed like a body to body replica to the one in the movie, just a little more updated. But not even the mods took away from it. Either way he looked at it, he couldn't find one side that looked the slightest bit uneven or a part that looked out of place as if the car has always been like this. Whole. Cared for.

Surprised by his silence, you glanced at him. He wore a look you haven't seen on his face yet akin to fascination of some sort.

"You seem impressed."

"Maybe I am. You're one interesting person," he said, glancing between you and the car once more.

Was that a compliment?

You flashed a small shy smile. Your driving was the one always getting complimented. Your mechanic side, not really. While the team encouraged it, your mother always threw a fit at seeing oil stains on your hands and face. Good thing she hasn't seen you after doing the oil change on the rally car. That would've been a sight.

"Thanks."

Moving to the lower lines drawing under the bumper, right in the front of the car, you repeated the polishing process trying to get as much of the grazes covered in the paste.

"Your tank here is not too bad either. Who did your mods?"

"I have a friend who does them on the other side of town. I could take you if you want to see his stuff."

"I'm good. But if I ever want to turn my car into a UFO, I might take you up on the offer."

He chuckled.

"And street races? Didn't know you were a rebel."

"You do a lot of shit that's uncalled for when you have a dad like mine."

"All of them in that thing?" he nodded to your car.

"All of them," you confirmed. "She's been by my side longer than anyone." You paused the machine. "That must make me look like a car freak."

"Not really. If anything, it tells me you're passionate about it."

What was it with him and compliments today?

"You seem passionate about other matters," you say, getting up to wipe your hands on a cloth.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he laughed.

The fact that you're boning every woman on a five mile radius.

"You're bedding a lot of women, your rally highness."

His laugh rumbled deeply at the nickname. Or the comment. You couldn't really tell which one perked his amusement more.

"Ah, that. Not passionate about it. It just helps get the steam off."

"Suuure."

"Is someone jealous?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, cowboy. That's a reach. We were on the passion topic."

"Women are not a passion to me. They're just..."

Toys? Something to pass the time with? Trophies?

"A distraction."

Hmm, that was a strange answer.

His whole behavior today was sort of odd. He was talkative, chatting away at anything you were asking. It felt like you could ask him the worst things and he would still answer. Or that might've been a reach. But something about his aura, that you couldn't quite figure out, was different. He seemed carefree. Really carefree.

His hair had a clear lack of gel. His clothes were mismatched in different shades of white, red and black but they worked. And he carried a lazy almost smile on his face. Close to smiling but keeping a safe distance from it.

A distraction. That piqued your curiosity sensor.

Just what was the great Naozumi Hiyama running from?

You would've asked just that. But you didn't have that kind of relationship with him. The one where you could just talk about anything, like you did with Akira. Well, you hid some things from him too, but that was besides the point. The point was that Naozumi was a closed off man who didn't like opening up even if he was held at gunpoint. He'd rather drown his feelings than talk about one honest idea passing through his brain at any given moment.

Clearing your throat, hoping that it would also clear the awkwardness, you changed the subject back to the car.

"I can cover it all with a little paint, but you'll have to leave it here overnight for the paint to dry."

"Okay."

Okay? No argument or flashing his money that he can take it somewhere else for somebody else to fix? He was okay with leaving his car here? In the enemy team garage? Is he sick or something?

"Okay," you said, drawing out the word.

"What?"

"Nothing. Was just wondering why you agreed so fast."

"You're doing it for free," he pointed out.

"With a discount," you deadpanned.

"Still better than going and getting the whole front bumper replaced," he stated with a shrug.

At least he knew the smart ways of life. Getting the whole bumper replaced would cost him way more. Especially on his model. But that wasn't why you were creeped out. What did creep you out was that he didn't seem like the Naozumi you fought with.

"I think it's the other way around," you said, getting up to face him.

"What?"

"You're the interesting person."

"Now, why would you say that?" he asked, waiting on you to elaborate.

"You shut off like a pearl in a shell when someone tries to talk to you about something that doesn't involve cars, racing or sex."

"Does that make me special?" he quirked a brow with that annoying smirk of his.

"No. It makes you shallow," you clarified.

"Maybe I have a reason to be like that."

He took one step closer, trying to appear intimidating but ending up looking more interested in your response to that.

"What could that possibly be?" you scoffed.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"No."

He closed the distance to you, pinning you to the side hood of his car. Your eyes flickered to the side upon his closeness. That gave him the answer he was looking for.

"You totally would," he smirked playfully. "Too bad I'm not for you, rookie."

The fuck is that supposed to mean? What are these riddles?

Me liking someone like him?

When cars could make coffee and pancakes mid-ride which was probably never.

He had a knack for misinterpreting things people said in his own words so they fit the really messed up narrative in his head.

"I never said I was interested in you. I just said you're an interesting person."

"Aren't those the same thing?"

Your mouth fell open. If that was the case, then him saying you're an interesting person meant that he was interested in you. But that was a joke. He just wanted to play with your head.

"They're not."

"Well then, explain the difference."

"What am I, your fourth grade teacher?"

Your mouth moved to ridicule him even more and he completely ignored every word as his eyes dove to your chin. A speck of dirt was on your face. Again. This one appeared to anger him.

He reached out and wiped it nicely this time without pulling it across your face. Satisfied that the grimy spot was gone, his fingers drove around to hold your chin. You had nowhere else to look but at him.

"You are something, rookie."

Something. What?

You must've voiced your thoughts out loud because he smirked down at you with that playful look in his eyes. The one that sent your insides into overdrive.

"A curiosity."

The very thing he was to you.

Maybe he wasn't that hard to decipher after all.

Next

Taglist: @ellisaworld @howimeetyoukit @jonnelpunk @nadlx33333

Thank you for reading :)

[everythingbap]

🎤 allkpop: B.A.P reveals official comeback schedule for ‘CURTAIN CALL’

B.A.P is officially gearing up for a comeback with members Moon Jongup, Bang Yongguk, Jung Daehyun, and Yoo Youngjae. Previously, the group had teased their August comeback with special behind-the-scenes videos on their YouTube channel, in which they gave fans a glimpse of the production work and overall process behind their upcoming comeback.

B.A.P has now revealed the official schedule for their comeback, titled ‘CURTAIN CALL.’ The first teasers will roll out starting on July 8 with an animation, followed by the tracklist reveal on July 10, and then a series of mood samplers and concept photos will be released throughout the rest of the month. The full album will be released on August 8.

Are you excited for B.A.P’s comeback?

[artiebartie]

♡Introduction!♡

♡ Name : Artemis/Artie

♡ Birthday : March 1st

♡ Age : 21+ (not comfortable sharing but yeah, I'm over 21)

♡ Gender : Female

♡ Pronouns : She/Her

♡ MBTI : INFP-T

♡ Things you Like : games, music, kpop (especially the boys 🫠), movies, anime, animals, having a laugh with good people, streaming, yt, singing, drawing, baking, helping others, dimples, freckles, deep voices, sleeping (not that I actually sleep, insomnia wrecking me 🙃)

♡ Things you dislike : toxicity, bullies, drama, not sleeping, dirt, gambit, bugs, I'm ocd af so getting stuff on my hands gives me heebies 🥲

♡ Fave Colour : Purple, Pastels, Red, Green, Yellow, Blue, Black, Peach, Mint

♡ Hobbies : basically the things in my likes are also my hobbies, simping and chilling

♡ Socials : insta is artieebartiee and tiktok is artemis.was.taken (welcome to follow there 😊). Mainly edits but also some random irl schtuff too

♡ Fave Games : Destiny 2, The First Descendant, Diablo 4, FF14, Wuthering Waves, HSR, Genshin, Sims, Assassins Creed series, Skyrim, Titanfall 2, Gears series, Borderlands series, Pokemon, Palworld, Just Dance, some COD games and CTR

♡ Timezone : UK

♡ Ult Groups: Skz, Enha, TxT, P1, ZB1, Xdinary Heroes, &Team, JustB, TBZ, NCT DREAM

♡ Other Groups/Soloists I Stan: Ateez, BND, Svt, BSS, BTS, Oneus, MonstaX, Cravity, WayV, 82Major, Pentagon, AIMERS, AMPERS, 8Turn, Xikers, NCT 127, NCT Wish, VeriVery, Itzy, LeSserafim, RIIZE, NEXZ, WEi, Onewe, N.Flying, n.SSign, Woodz, Dpr Ian, Dpr Live, Taemin, Key, Bang Yongguk, Park Jihoon, Yoon Soebin, Hyunjun Hur, LUVEN (Yun Jeonghwan) PLAVE, Nowadays, One Pact, Evnne, Trendz, TWS, WHIB, All(H)ours, TAN, Eastshine, Nowadays, Drippin, Illit, Katseye, Blitzers, ONF, Wooah, MCND, SF9, Xodiac, BOY STORY, E'Last, Omega X, ARrC, Catch the Young, Dignity, Ghost9, ONE PACT, ONE OR EIGHT, Day6, Lun8, Waker, The Rose, TNX, J01, DKB, CIX, Tempest, Younite, BAE173, ACE, ATBO, NouerA, Ambition, Vanner, 3way, ASC2NT, BUS, NewBeat, INI, 1VERSE, NOMAD, Epex, Lykn, Mytro, Babymonster, Kep1er, POW, The Wind, TheCrewOne, L5ST, Dragon Pony, Zolar, PROJECT JASP.ER, Perth,

♡ Ult Biases: Felix (Skz), Jake and Jungwon (Enha), Beomgyu (TxT), Gaon and Jungsu (Xdh), Geonu and DY (JustB), Jaemin (NCT Dream), Maki and Nicho (&Team)

♡ Other Biases: Theo (P1), Gyuvin and Ricky (ZB1), Sunwoo (TBZ), Woo and Yunho (Atz), Jae (BND), Mingyu and Shua (17), Ot3 BSS, JK (BTS), Xion (Oneus), Changkyun/IM (Monsta), Seongmin (Crav), Xiao and Yang (WayV), Seokjoon Dogyun and Seongbin (82M), Shin and Kino (Pen), Yoel (AIM), Hoyoung (VV), Jiho Kamden and Macki (AMP), Hyunwoo and Hunter (Xik), Jisung Haechan and Chenle (Dream), Jungwoo Haechan and Taeyong (127), Ot6 (WISH), Yeji and Ryujin (Itzy), Chaewon and Eunchae (LS), Ot7 RIIZE, Ot7 NEXZ, Junseo (WEi), Yonghoon and Giuk (Onewe), Ot5 PLAVE, Lumin and Dongjae (Eastshine), Minseo and Hyeop (Drippin), Inseong (Sf9), Zeyu Shuyang and Mingrui (BOY STORY), Kunho ON:N Minje Youmin and Hyunbin (All(H)ours), Wonhyuk Wonjun ChoiIn and Baek (E'Last), Xen and Hyuk (Omega X), Minseok and Hyeongjin (Dignity), Rioto and ChoiHan (ARrC), Namhyun and Junyong (Catch The Young), Yedam and Jay (One Pact), Siyun Jinhyuk and Yeonwoo (Nowadays), Reia (One or Eight), Dohoon and Shinyu (Tws), Jinwoo and Prince (Ghost9), Jinbeom (Whib), Young K (Day6), Juhan Wooju and Chris (Blitzers), Ot6 (TNX), Sebum and Kohyeon (Waker), Chael Eunho Takuma Ian and Dohyun (Lun8), Woosung (The Rose), Hyesung and Gon (Vanner), Junhee and Donghun (ACE), Kyle Karam and Reon (Asc2nt), Seunghwan Junmin and Yeonkyu (Atbo), Ot8 (BAE173), Ot8 (DKB), Seunghun (CIX), Eunsang Woono Eunho and Hyungseok (Younite), Junki Ruki Takumi Ren Keigo (J01), Peemwasu Thai Jungt Nex Heart Copper and Khunpol (BUS), Ot7 (Tempest), Aito and Kenny (1VERSE), DOY Junho and Sangha (NOMAD), Keum Ayden Yewang (Epex), Rami Ruki and Chiquita (BBMon), Shohei and Woohyuk (Mytro), Hong and Lego (Lykn), Wonhee and Iroha (Illit), Bahiyyih Dayeon and Chaehyun (Kep), Taegyu (Dragon Pony), Hyunjun Yuseop Fan and Miraku (NouerA), Xiho and Ryo (3WAY), Seogyeom and Beomsoo (L5ST), Fum Tae and Euro (Zolar), Ot4 (Jasp.er),

[kumakuramata]

This blog is made for Mature Audiences (18+) only viewer discretion is advised.

Hello! My name is Kuramata Kuma and I am a wannabe Vtuber, Editor, and Writer! This blog is full of all things writing, bulky men, and creative announcements! See below for my writings, tags, Ko-Fi, and other recommendations!

*note that many content that is provided here may look familiar as Maribelle C. That is also me and that blog is now inactive.

Masterlist

Archive of Our Own | Asian Fanfics

KPOP

Chanyeol x Mirai { Tiny & Gigantor } FxM

Infatuation (BandMember!Chanyeol, Neighbor!Mirai)

Morning (18+ Only)

Cute Guy Alert

Love in Aquaria: The Bodyguard and the Hermit Witch (18+ Only, BodyGuard!Chanyeol, Witch!Mirai)

KNK

Long Enough (College!Youjin/Brother’sLittleSister!OC)

Heat (18+ Only, Youjin/WerewolfFilipina!OC)

Prenuptial Agreement (Prince!Youjin/PrincessFilipina!OC)

Beauty and the Fool (Highschooler!Heejun/BlackF!OC)

In San Francisco (PersonalAssistant!Youjin/BossF!OC)

Sleep Train (Youjin/F!OC)

BAP

Don't Take Overly Friendly Dogs Home (18+ Only, Yongguk/WerewolfF!OC)

Wonho

I Forgot Something (18+ Only, PersonalAssistant!Hoseok/BossF!OC)

Anime

Crossover

When the Worlds Collide (18+ Only, Kakashi/F!OC, SERIES)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Under (18+ Only, DILF!Toji/F!OC)

Sucker (18+ Only, Nanami/F!OC)

It’s All For You (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/RoommateF!OC)

Finally Mine (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/SuccubusRoommateF!OC)

Record of Ragnarok

No Gods (18+ Only, Qin Shi Huang/FBunnyHybrid!OC)

Naruto

Perfect for Me (18+ Only, Yakuza!Kakashi/OC)

Video Games

Dynasty Warriors

TBD

Resident Evil

After Hours (18+ Only, Semi-Canon, Carlos Oliveira/Filipina!OC)

Alpha/Beta Requests

I am currently open for both Alpha reading and Beta reading on my Ko-Fi. Please note the difference--Alpha Reading is where I approach your work as a writer, while Beta Reading is where I approach your work as a reader. If you would like me for either, I am currently open for reviewing! Please send a message on my Ko-Fi account

Author/Mangaka Recs

Original authors:

Mariana Zapata (Slow Burn & Age Gap)

Tessa Bailey (Contemporary and Nasty)

Maya Banks (NASTY, NASTY, NASTY)

Sylvia Day (Nasty)

Eve Dangerfield (Nasty, smut)

Raven Kennedy (Funny, nasty, adult fantasy)

Mangakas:

Umekoppe

Tomomitsu Yamamoto

[yukiakaren]

Kpop title track ranking: B.A.P

In this series I’ll be ranking kpop groups/soloists title tracks based on my taste.

Because the upcoming comeback is nearing, B.A.P and title track ranking came to my mind at some point. Then after some further encouragement from @bbcblackjack I figured I really should do this. Let's see how many surprises there are this time around.

1004 (Angel) - The song that single handedly made me fan of theirs. And it's still as lovely as it was then and number 1 spot is still the only correct one for it.

One Shot - I listened to most of the title track a few weeks ago and already then it was very clear to me that One Shot is one of the songs that has stood the test of time and is still as brilliant as it was when it was released. I always liked it but I have to say I appreciate it now more than ever. Truly a classic for a reason.

Honeymoon - This was the biggest positive surprise to me. I don't think I cared all that much about Honeymoon when it came out but now I'm fully sold on it. What a glow-up!

Wake Me Up - This just works so so well. Full marks, no notes. Just personal preference preventing it from going to the absolute top of the list.

That's My Jam - Now hear me out. This has no right to be this high with me knowing the lyrical content. However, it's a certified banger and with my lack of Korean language skills I can just choose to ignore them and that's what I do here xD

Rain Sound - This one has always been quite high on my unofficial B.A.P rankings and it still holds up well. Lovely and sad breakup banger, what's not to like.

Young, Wild & Free - It was such an impactful comeback at the time. And it really works as a song even now years later.

Badman - This one I have the most vivid memory of listening to very early on in my kpop finding days thanks to @bbcblackjack recommending this one. Definitely wasn't an immediate hit with me but it grew on me and it still seems work.

Coffee Shop - A pleasant one that still holds up.

Stop It - I have to say that I had clearly just forgotten about this cutesy side of B.A.P xD However, this one clearly works for me for some reason.

Skydive - Let's start by admitting that this was originally about to be on the bottom end of the list as it got pretty much no reaction from me on the first listen after years. But I had to come back to it and this seems more fitting spot for it. And shout out to that music video, if you haven't seen it I can only recommend watching it.

Warrior - Not gonna lie it's a dope way to debut. Not one I reach out for though.

Power - Another dope one that I just don't go for.

Feel So Good - Just sound-wise this should go at least a bit higher but lyrics drop it for me.

Hurricane - I know I used to like this quite a bit but it hasn't aged well enough for me to put it any higher than this, unfortunately.

Crash - This one threw me into a loop as I listened to these in chronological order. Like what happened here. How they went from No Mercy to this cutesy lovey-dovey song? I have no idea. Cutesy B.A.P seems to also be a double edged sword for me and this one seems to be one that belongs to the bottom end of the list.

Hands Up - I just have no connection with this one. I listened to it when it came out, was disappointed by it and never went back. Now listening to it didn't change my mind enough to pump it up any higher than this. The fact that it is more fresh and interesting sounding than the next couple helped it not end up on the bottom though.

No Mercy - Now, No Mercy was really tough one for me to start liking at all back in the days. Eventually I came around to it a bit but I still have to say I clearly prefer others above it.

Where Are You? - It's sweet and all but it just never left much of an impression on me as a song. The music video is really cute though!

B-side shout outs: I Remember (Yongguk ft. Daehyun version) - Absolutely gorgeous song. And the Daehyun version was the one I heard first so I'm biased towards this one. The one with Yang Yoseob in it is great too as is to be expected. What the Hell - One of their many songs with some social commentary. Save Me - This one is used in the 1004(Angel) music video and that made me originally search this one out. It's a great dark type of song. Blind - Your sad love song about getting cheated on.

[rei-the-head-shaker]

April 2023 Spotify Stats

(according to last.fm)

A few numbers:

Scrobbles: 1.725

Avarage Scrobbles per day: 57

Nr. of Artists: 424

Nr. of Albums: 566

Nr. of Tracks: 709

Top 10 Tracks:

"A Sky Sparkling" by Johannes Bornlöf (62)

"Dum Dum" by Jeff Satur (58)

"TRICKY HOUSE" by xikers (56)

"Beacon" by Asami Tono (51)

"Declaration" by Johannes Bornlöf (36)

"Steinway" by Rosalyn (35)

"Green (feat. Soovi)" by Bang Yongguk (29)

"เพลงนี้ช��่อว่าเธอ (From KinnPorsche The Series)" by Barcode Tinnasit Isarapongporn (23)

"The Rivers Told Me Lies" by Daniel Gunnarsson (23)

"Little Girl Gone" by Chinchilla (19)

Top 10 album:

"Skin" by Rosalyn (87)

"HOUSE OF TRICKY : Doorbell Ringing" by xikers (76)

"PLOY" by Valentina Ploy (71)

"Dum Dum" by Jeff Satur (64)

"A Sky Sparkling" by Johannes Bornlöf (63)

"Beacon" by Asami Tono (51)

"Green" by Bang Yongguk (46)

"Deadlock" by Xdinary Heroes (44)

"Declaration" by Johannes Bornlöf (36)

"Hello, world!" by Xdinary Heroes (35)

Top 10 artists:

Johannes Bornlöf (143)

Rosalyn (108)

Xdinary Heroes (105)

Jeff Satur (96)

Valentina Ploy (91)

xikers (76)

Asami Tono (51)

Bang Yongguk (46)

BTS (31)

Slot Machine (31)

[prettywordsyouleft]

Down By The Lake [Series Masterlist]

Summary: It was only meant to be a stolen moment between you and your lover Daehyun and ended with him framed for murdering your best friend. With the assistance of your aloof friend Inspector Bang, could you find the real culprit called The Pauper, in time to clear Daehyun’s name?

Genre: murder mystery / periodic au / horror-ish

Characters: Jung Daehyun x female reader ft. Bang Yongguk

Preview | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

[issanotherkthot]

Yongguk zipping down the road on his moped

[promisesox]

✨💌 self promo time: reply with five of your favorite creations and pass this on to some of your favorite creators! Thank you for making such lovely things 💌

dMG ArE YOU DEADASS

i don’t get these very often so excuse my exciteme - 

ROLL OUT THE RED CARPET BOYS

peterpan

i hold this finished piece dear to my heart not only because it was my first finished story but because of the experience writing it! i’m not all the great at expressing my thoughts or emotions so this was especially difficult to have to put my imagination into words. i knew i wanted to create this ethereal and whimsical feel and years back i went through my attached to baekhyun phase so of course he was casted as lead. honestly i think all my works needs to be looked back and touched upon, some editing and grammar checks or completely redone but i don’t like to because it all feels very raw. this is a piece that young kat has created and put out into the world in her very own words in her very own work, and i’m proud of her. i’m always up for explaining my works and giving insight but i like them just as they are instead of redoing them. 

bts hybrid!au

my favorite project aside from all the others, probably because i’ve received great feedback from it lol. it really started with just an idea, i never expected it do well or go so far with it, i was just inspired by the hybrid phase on tumblr a few years back. but this has been very fun for me to write and come up with these ideas, and overall i’m struggling and working hard to properly express the relationships between members and readers as my oc’s. when i get excited about a project i don’t really take time to really outline my ideas and form a great plot because i always rush in. so i’m hoping to take my time with this so i can express my emotions and intentions with the stories. 

kawaakari 

not to toot my own horn, but your girl outdid herself with this one ahaahaaa

i am creating an actual story based on this oneshot thanks to the many fans who have inspired me to do so (y’all know who y’all are thank you so much) but the oneshot itself i remember was very fun to write! when Yongguk released his song yamazaki i was intoxicated with the aesthetic and feel and YONGGUK so i immediately got to work, envisioning myself in the role. i didn’t expect this one to do well either, i just want to get my imagination out there to look back on later and remember that feeling.

kalon

kalon is actually a new and very fresh story i’m working on but i remember laying down in bed at night and playing out the story in my head and i was going to create this. it was that feeling like damn, i really don’t want to forget this because i’m onto something really good here. as i progress this story i’m hoping to see some positive and critical feedback so please stay tuned and support my new works!

oxhaven

and finally last but not least my other blog oxhaven! it’s fucking great over there and needs more love! oxhaven is my side blog that features and strictly caters to my muses. i’m constantly working on it and creating it to be a nice fan blog where everyone can come and fucking spazz out. it’s growing everyday with new ideas and new members added to the party and i’m all for suggestions - just don’t leave us hanging! talk to the muses talk to me, tell us your wishes whatever you want! it’s open for drabbles and requests with whatever fantasy you have in mind, and my next chapters and ideas pop up there first before i post them here on promisesox. and soon, i’m strictly going to keep my muses stories only at the blog. so come over, say hello, and tell us your wish

thank you so much anon for tagging me in this! like i said i don’t get things like this very often and it’s more difficult for me to communicate with others on here but i want to get better at my writing and talk to everyone more! don’t be afraid to request it’s always open! thanks for taking the time out for reading guys! much love

i would like to pass this on to my faves > @flyfireflyfly @thesammtimes @duizhangdeluxe @writingseoul @lolothebookworm @kpopfanfictrash and to anyone who would like to do this! tag me in i wanna see your work!!!

[not-xpr-art]

b.a.p - digital sketch art series

09/2017

[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Amnesia - 5

(4)

After she heard the door open and close again, she waited another half hour before she went downstairs. She'd decided that she wouldn't bring up overhearing the conversation between Yongguk and Youngjae unless he did first. She wasn't sure he wanted her to know he was dealing with his own things right now and she wouldn't push him or make him uncomfortable in any way.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Yongguk sitting at the small table that separated the kitchen from the living room.

“Oh good morning. Want some coffee?” He asked upon seeing her.

“Um, I'll try some I guess.”

Yongguk got up and poured her a small cup of black coffee.

Erin took a small sip before coughing heavily.

“Oh my God, that is disgusting.”

Yongguk couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him when he saw Erin's disgusted face.

“Alright well coffee isn't for you.” He laughed. “Take a gander in the fridge and see if anything piques your interest. Don't know how you'll survive your day without coffee though.”

Erin got up and walked around to the fridge. Nothing really seemed to interest her until she got to the grapefruit juice.

She pulled the small glass jar out of the fridge and showed it to Yongguk, silently asking him for permission to drink it.

“Have at it. I bought it and ended up hating it so it’s all yours.”

Erin walked around the kitchen in search of a new cup, not wanting to touch the one that had the bitter coffee in it.

“Do you think you’ll like it?” Yongguk asked as he watched the curious young woman smell the citrus drink.

“I’m actually kind of betting on it.  You like coffee and I don’t, and you don’t like this, so maybe I will.  Hey, at least we won’t have to worry about drinking each other’s stuff, we have different tastes.” Erin joked. 

Yongguk’s heart did a funny jump at the thought of living with anyone, let alone a woman, for any length of time.

“Well, let’s make sure you like it first before we start making any declarations.”

Not really to the surprise of either of them, Erin ended up enjoying the grapefruit juice.  They sat at the kitchen table in silence for the remainder of the meal. Once Yongguk was sure Erin was done with her meal, he struck up a conversation with her.

“So...I’m sorry about my friend this morning.” He said hesitantly.

“Um...you knew I overheard that?” she asked.

“I could hear your movement from downstairs.  I’m not used to having someone in my house so I have become hyper aware of the sound.  Also...I saw your feet peeking out from the top of the staircase. I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable in anyway.  Youngjae means well, he just has a rough way of showing it.” Yongguk said.

“I can’t be mad at you or him for caring about your friends.  I think that’s what is supposed to happen in those kinds of relationships.  I’m...I’m sorry that I listened in. I overheard things you probably didn’t want me to know.  I promise after you brought up a little bit of your situation, I quit listening. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have listened in the first place. I just...felt bad.  I knew he was angry with you about me so that’s why I listened.” Erin told him honestly.

“And what did you decide?” he asked.

“Decide? About what?”  Erin asked.

“What you are going to do with that information.  With what you heard earlier.”

“I decided to wait.  You said that time heals wounds so I guess I figured if I waited, time would tell me the best course of action for this too.  I know I’m selfish, but I intend on taking you up on you offer for help.”

“It’s not selfish.” Yongguk told her.

“I offered to help, all but insisted actually.  You’re just taking me up on my offer. That’s not selfish. That’s smart.”

Erin just nodded her head as she thought over his words.  Waiting seemed like it would be alright, at least as of right now.

“Hey, what do you say we go meet Nat? She’s pretty great.  Her husband, he’s another story.” Yonggkuk laughed.

“Is he rude?” Erin asked, not understanding how a nice girl could be married to a mean man.

“Nope. Just stupid.”

Erin wasn’t sure what she was expecting Yongguk to say, but it wasn’t that.

“Just...trust me.  You’ll understand when you meet him.”

Erin nodded her head not quite understanding, but accepting his explanation.

“Um..I have an awkward question.” Erin asked Yongguk suddenly.

“Sure, what’s up.”

“Do you...have any clothes by chance?  My clothes are all dirty from whatever happened yesterday.  I don’t want to embarrass you by going out in public like this.”

“I wouldn’t be embarrassed by you if we went out in public like this, but I understand your reservations.  I’ll get you a towel and try to find the smallest clothes I can. We’re about the same height, but you’re much smaller in general.” Yongguk told her, getting up from the table.

“I appreciate it.  I’ll be up in the spare room.” Erin said, getting up and going the opposite way as him.

------

Erin didn’t have to wait long before Yongguk came up into the hallway and knocked lightly on her door.

“Come in.” Erin welcomed him.

“Best I could come up with on such short notice. Hope it’s alright.” he said as he handed her a small pile of clothes.

“Whatever it is...it’s better than what I’ve got.” Erin told him kindly.

Yongguk waited in the living room as Erin cleaned herself up.  

He was surprised when not even fifteen minutes later she walked down the stairs.  

Her appearance looked the total opposite of what Yongguk expected.  Being someone who was washing away the literal and figurative dirt of yesterday, he expected to have some relief on her face.

Instead, her eyes were almost wild in their movement.  Her body appeared to be completely on edge and when she spoke, her voice was much too high.

“I’m ready now, thank you.” she said quickly as her eyes darted around the living room.

“Are you...are you okay?” Yongguk asked her.  His expression was guarded, but watching how tense she was, made his body feel tension as well.

“I think? I don’t know.  I don’t think I like being closed in.  Your shower...it’s very small.”

Yongguk just nodded his head sympathetically.  He knew how hard it was to get used to small spaces like that.  It made him start wondering more about her past, wondering if there shared more of the same history than he thought possible.

“Hey, you’re okay.  It’s wide open in here."

----

(6)

[emeraldbabygirl]

Dear Yongguk,

Please whisper dirty things into my ear with that low voice of yours as you bend me over the kitchen counter and take me from behind uwu

Thanks,

An exhausted whore

[everythingbap]

🎤 The Kraze: BANG&JUNG&YOO&MOON Make Long-Awaited Return

The active members of B.A.P, Bang Yongguk, Jung Daehyun, Yoo Youngjae, and Moon Jongup have come together to make their highly anticipated and long-awaited return to the music industry! Under the name of BANG&JUNG&YOO&MOON, the quartet has finally banded together to release a special album, CURTAIN CALL. It has been over seven years since the group has come together since leaving their former entertainment agency. With several military enlistments, solo activities, and tours, the time has come for their return. It should be noted that member Zelo would have participated in this comeback however, due to him currently in active military service, he could not take part.

Tracklist: 

“Love” 

“Farewell” 

“Gone” 

“Stand it all”

“Way Back” 

”Gone” But Not The End

For many fans, this has been a dream come true to see most of the members come together to release a new album. In the months leading up to their official return, there have been little crumbs of hope that have gone through the fandom. When news officially confirmed their return as well as a documentary series on YouTube had launched, it’s safe to say BABYz erupted with joy and excitement. Their return was no easy feat as all the members were busy with different labels and activities however, thanks to Jongup really pushing for their return through his agency, MA Entertainment, what was once a dream, is now a reality. 

The more that BABYz were treated to teasers, including the return of their beloved alien bunny Matoki, the more fans all over the world began to awake and prepare for this comeback. As described in their documentary, they don’t know what the future holds but they knew that they wanted to come together and release something for BABYz who have been waiting for so long. 

With a lot of second generation groups making a resurgence in the industry, BANG&JUNG&YOO&MOON, push their entry for 2024 and are all in because it’s now or never. With 12 years under their belt, this album truly shows their experience and their undying love for not only the members themselves, but their journey and their fans. “Gone” as well as the rest of the album, feels like the closing of a chapter and the birth of a new one. This song reflects on how even though it feels like things are ending and we may be saying goodbye, it doesn’t change the bond that was made and the love that they have and share. 

The music video follows the members as they go on a journey together as a group and are there for each other throughout what seems to be a road trip, which eventually leads to them coming on stage together once more. One of the most endearing things of the music video itself is to see them altogether on stage, performing choreography together after such a long hiatus. By the end of the music video, it pans out to show the entire music video being played on a phone and the members resuming having a meal together. This proves that their bond remains strong, and whether they're making music or not, they will continue to support each other.

This is not the end for BANG&JUNG&YOO&MOON, as there is hope for a future comeback, especially with the desire to see Zelo as part of the group once more. For now, it's important to cherish the fact that all members are together, sharing the stage again, and it’s equally important to continue supporting the group during this grand opportunity. Many BABYz agree that this is surely not goodbye.

Edited by Joi Berry

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Lonely|2

Let Me In.

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The stinging water hit her skin, instantly relaxing her stiff muscles. Arriving home only minutes ago, all she wanted was a hot shower to forget about what happened tonight.

More than anything she felt embarrassed.

In a way, she knew she shouldn't have gone in there thinking everything was going to turn out how she imagined. It was foolish. She wouldn't even be surprised if Yongguk sicked his goons on the man who made her feel temporary relief. And she had no one else to blame but herself.

Regardless, she still felt that pain in her chest that it was Zelo that came and pulled her away and not Yongguk, but was she really surprised? Hell no.

She started to wonder why she even tried to begin with. Clearly, he didn't care about her like he once claimed. How does one say they love you and only want you then go about loving on another woman? It was complete and utter bullshit.

Yet stupidly enough, she still wanted him and she hated herself for that.

She could hear her friends now, "We warned you but you didn't listen, now look at you. He has you out here looking stupid." And sadly enough it was true. She trusted him. Gave him things that she has never given any other man before. Loved him in a way she knew no other woman would be able to. He had her heart and promised to protect it.

Clearly, that was a lie.

At this point, her mind was already made up to make plans to get out of the city and go back home to the states but she knew that would be a challenge. Yongguk had eyes everywhere. There wasn't one move she made that he didn't know about. She would have to go against his words and connect with people he didn't approve of.

At the end of the day, it was her life and no one was in control of it except for her. It was something that she would have to remind herself of constantly.

Stepping out of the shower she quickly dried off and got dressed in a red lace-trimmed slip just as the rain began to pour down outside. Her small but modernized apartment was just enough considering it was only her. The only friends she had over was Francesca and Natalie, the few people she actually trusted and tried to talk some sense into her.

In no time the smoke from the strawberry flavored hookah pen blew from her mouth, filling the air with a sweet scent as she tried to relax enough to fall asleep.

Soft music played in the background of her bedroom while she lazily laid across her comfortable bed. The only source of light coming from a single candle and the occasional flash of lightning as the rain pattered against her windows harshly.

Her phone had been ringing nonstop since she left the club, all calls and text messages from him or his friends. She ignored every single one of them, turning off her phone completely after being annoyed by the constant ringing tone and vibrating sounds.

So naturally, she wasn't surprised that for the last few minutes he had shown up and began banging on her apartment door. She could hear him yelling for her to open up since she changed the code and he could no longer get in. All she wanted was time to herself but he just wouldn't allow it. Groaning in frustration, she kicked the covers off her body and walked slowly towards the door. 

“What do you want Yongguk?” She softly asked, hand on the doorknob, debating if she should just open it or not.

“Let me in.” His voice wasn’t demanding but yet she knew he wasn’t asking her either. “We need to talk.”

She knew better. If she opened this door, there would be no talking. He knew he was her weakness and how to get to her. All it would take is one touch and she would be putty in his hands. “No. We have nothing to talk about. It’s over, just leave me a-alone.” Her voice cracked, realizing she was crying without even noticing it.

“I’m sorry jagiya but you know I can’t do that. Please open up.” Placing her head against the door, she gripped the handle tighter. “Let me hold you.”

"You don't deserve to touch me anymore." She retorted back almost immediately. He honestly didn't and he knew that but he needed her.

As soon as Zelo had come back, he ordered everyone in their section to disperse, only leaving them and the others that knew to stay. Yongguk didn't bother to protest because sooner or later, the discussion was going to happen. He saw the way his boys looked at him. They were not feeling the way he treated Samora at all.

Even they knew how much of a rider she was, especially after what she did to Vega. They were already loyal to her when Yongguk made it known she was his, and that loyalty only grew after she took down one of their most powerful enemies.

"What's going with you hyung? This isn't like you." Zelo stated once he took a seat in front of the man he considered a brother. Yongguk was far from an angel but from the moment he laid eyes on Samora everyone around them saw something change in him. That woman was his life, yet here he was acting as though she meant nothing to him once more.

Yongguk merely grunted in response, he felt as though this wasn't the time or place for this. "Do you not love her anymore?" Zelo continued to ask the one question everyone around them wanted to know the answer to. If he didn't, then Zelo felt as though he should've let her go and not cheat on her with the one person he knew was no good for him.

Zhara was toxic but the sad thing was, Samora had no clue who the woman was to him. She's only seen them together.

Yongguk stood up in a defensive manner, angry that Zelo or anyone would accuse him of not loving the one woman that meant the world to him. "You know how much I love her and so does everybody else!" He snapped as his jaw clenched, trying his best not to do something he'll regret.

"Is that right? So why are you treating her like she does not matter anymore? You see that she's hurting." Jongup spoke up next, coming to stand next to Zelo. "You should've been the one to go after her, not Zelo." He, along with everyone else would kill to have someone like Samora by their side. True love like that was rare to find and here Yongguk was wasting it.

"You should've killed Zhara when you had the chance," Zelo mumbled, hating the fact that vile woman showed up once again. "Whatever voodoo spell she has on you, you need to break it."

Shaking his head, Yongguk picked up a shot glass and quickly drunk the dark liquid that was inside of it. "We didn't sleep together." He finally revealed, although he knew to put his mouth on someone other than Samora was still wrong.

"We know. You're stupid but not stupid, stupid." Jongup said seriously. "Regardless, you need to go and apologize, no matter if she doesn't want to hear it."

"Exactly. Go and get your girl back."

Now here he was hoping she would forgive him somehow. "Please, let me make it up to you."

And just like that, she unlocked the door, knowing he probably found out her new code to get in the first place. Opening the door, she stepped aside and finally let him in. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, afraid to actually look at him in the face.

“Look at me, Samora.” His deep voice sent chills down her spine. She could already feel a slight wetness between her thick thighs, hating the way he had such control over her body.

Ignoring his request, she turned to walk back towards her bedroom only to have him grab her wrist to stop her from moving.

“You can’t just come here and expect me to forgive you, I refuse to do it.”

He sighed loudly, pulling her back to face him. “I don’t expect you to.” She finally looked at him to see a sad look on his handsome face. His dark eyes gazed into her own, leaning in slowly until she felt his breath hit her heated skin. He always loved seeing her wear these silk slips that showed just enough without giving anything away.

She felt as though her eyes betrayed her and glanced at his lips, lips that she hasn’t kissed in weeks. Deep down she knew she should just turn away and act like he wasn’t here. But here she was going against her own words and falling for him again like always. But she couldn’t help how she felt. 

He hurt you, her mind screamed at her but she already had her mind up as he crashed his lips onto hers.

[cygnea]

B.A.P MVs: Stop It 

You get mad, then love me again 

Why do you go back and forth, why?

[chocafe]

summary: the boyz vs a zombie apocalypse

genre: crack

a/n: i told someone that i wanted to post this in october, but it’s december now soooo merry halloween?

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