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My First and Last - P.Jisung

Pairing - Jisung x GN Reader (described to be within 4 years of Jisung’s age)

Genres - Action, Angst, Slight Fluff

Warnings - character death, zombie-like creatures, violence, explosions, gun and knife use, blood, description of injuries

Summary - First loves and last breaths. You and Jisung experience love and life together until the end.

Word Count - 4.6k

Author’s Note - This fic takes place in the same universe as my fic Ride Or Die - K.Jongin

Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net @tinyzen @cosyhomenet (fill out this google form if you’d like to be added!)

Written for the 21 Ways to Kill Your Lover Collab hosted by @du0tine. Also part of my NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection.

Now Playing: My First and Last - NCT Dream, Hot - Le Sserafim, Die With A Smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars, Zombie - Day6

In a world where neon-lit skyscrapers in the sky cast long shadows over the decaying remnants of a society that once was, and in the rubble of it stood an abandoned military base. It was bustling with activity, much more humane than the rest of its surroundings. This base was one of the last places free of Infected, serving as a training camp designed to combat the spread of the disease. The camp was a fortified enclave amidst the chaos, both a sanctuary and a battleground. In its center were you, Jisung, Chenle, and all the other soldiers and refugees that resided in the camp.

The three of you had become close friends at this base after Chenle had saved you and Jisung during a reconnaissance mission in your childhood neighborhood. You and Jisung were merely teenagers, playing in a park under the watchful eyes of your parents, when suddenly a horde of Infected swarmed, and in the blink of an eye, both of you had become orphans.

You remember the panic in Jisung’s voice as he yelled your name and threw you his mother’s gun that had fallen near his feet while he took his father’s. The two of you shot at the Infected, just as your parents had taught you, but it was futile. No matter how many you and Jisung shot down, they kept coming. You were ready to give up, to face the same end that your parents did, and you closed your eyes, shut tight in fear, only to be met by the booming sound of an explosion.

Jisung wrapped his arms around you as the explosion rocketed around the two of you, sending shrapnel and debris everywhere. When things quieted and the dust settled, you finally opened your eyes, meeting Jisung’s. You let out a gasp when you saw the blood slowly dripping down from his forehead, his skin covered in soot and cuts where his body shielded yours. The two of you panted out of exertion, but you knew better than to let your guard down at a time like this. Standing bravely, you scanned the area and sighed in relief when you saw that all the Infected lay lifeless on the floor. You had to get Jisung out of here.

Turning back to him, you grabbed his arm and gently helped him to his feet. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be-” one of his large hands shot up to his head, pressing at where the blood was seeping out from, “I’ll be fine.”

“We need to find some medical supplies.” You slung his arm over your shoulder and supported his weight as you started to walk him down the block.

“Hey!” The stranger’s voice froze you in your spot. Both of you turned to the source of the voice. It was a boy. He didn’t look much older than you or Jisung. “Need help?” In his hands, you saw a red medical kit in one, a large rifle in the other.

“Yes, please,” you began walking Jisung over to the stranger against all your intuition not to trust someone you just met. But you had no other choice. “He’s bleeding from his forehead and has cuts from the blast earlier.”

“Sorry, that was me,” the boy said sheepishly as he placed his rifle on the floor and opened up the medical kit while you brought Jisung to a sitting position.

Your eyes went wide in shock. “You caused that explosion?! What are you doing with weapons like that?”

“It’s my job,” he replied to you while cleaning Jisung’s wound as if it were second nature. “I’m Chenle, by the way.”

You introduced yourself and Jisung, explaining that you were childhood friends who grew up in the area. “As much as I’d like to show you around, there’s not much left,” you remarked half-heartedly.

“That’s alright.” Chenle finished applying an ointment to Jisung’s forehead and pressed a gauze to it before covering it with tape. “I’ve been around here on enough surveillance and reconnaissance missions to know my way around.”

“Missions?” Jisung finally started to come back to his senses, looking at Chenle with wide, glassy eyes.

Chenle nodded his head. “Yup, I’m a soldier at Camp Kwangya. It’s a little ways off from here, but we watch over this area to keep tabs on the Infected. We were about to head back, but we saw the mob of them coming over here and decided to help out.”

“Oh, thank you.” You were relieved to know there were still others out there fighting for humanity.

Chenle looked between you and Jisung, both of you equally shaken up by everything that just happened. “I take it that you’ll want to come with us?”

“Please.” You had just lost your parents. Jisung was your only semblance of family left, yet neither of you were out of your teens. There was no way the two of you were going to survive on your own when four grown adults failed to.

Thus bringing you to Camp Kwangya, where the three of you currently resided, years after that fateful day.

Chenle had climbed the ranks of the soldiers there, currently serving as a Sergeant. You and Jisung had fallen into his squad and diligently received training, bringing both of you to the rank of Corporal. Day after day, the three of you were dispatched on surveillance and reconnaissance missions, tracking the Infected and their activities while also searching for survivors that needed assistance. You constantly thought back to the way Chenle had saved you and Jisung whenever your squad brought in person after person, life after life rescued from the Infected, if only for a short while. Despite the youth of the squad, the horrors you all had endured went far beyond your age.

One fateful evening, as the orange hue of dusk fades, the camp’s sirens wail. A breach has occurred. Heart pounding, you grabbed your jacket bearing your designations and dashed out of your barracks with fellow soldiers following suit. You made a break for the armory, remembering the instructions the General gave upon your introduction to your squad.

The door to the armory was already, a whole platoon’s worth of soldiers inside, all hurriedly donning gear and loading ammunition. You grabbed two rifles off the rack, making brief eye contact with Chenle, who was helping to push racks of guns and ammunition around. “Go!” He commanded. You gave him a curt nod before grabbing ammo and stashing it into your jacket, cradling the weapons in your arms.

As you ran through the broad clearing of the training area, you saw dust and smoke rising from the far edge of the perimeter, the sound of gunfire echoing throughout the camp. Over all the noise, you heard Jisung yelling your name. Your body was immediately pushed into motion, sprinting at full speed toward the commotion.

Jisung came stumbling out of the haze along with a few other soldiers that resided in the same barrack. “The Infected,” he coughed out through labored breaths, “they climbed the fence and got into our barrack.”

You dropped the guns on the ground, cupping Jisung’s face with your hands. “Are you okay?”

He swallowed and closed his eyes, his cheeks settling into the palms of your hands. “I am.” His eyes opened once again, peering into yours. “But I saw them…I saw them get the others…I heard their screams, I just-”

You interrupted him with a kiss to his lips. It wasn’t something you had ever done before, but you felt that you had to. If he had been one of the few unfortunate soldiers that were attacked by the Infected, you may have never gotten to feel his soft lips against yours. It dawned on you that you couldn’t imagine living in a world without Jisung.

The boy in your hands stared back at you, his lips parted slightly. “C-can you do that again?”

You brought your lips to Jisung’s once more, except this time, he met you halfway. His large hands found your waist and held them tightly, savoring every second of your touch. You had imagined kissing Jisung before and how it would feel, but nothing could compare to this moment. You thought you would have butterflies in your stomach as the two of you lay in a meadow full of grass and flowers. Yet in this moment, Jisung’s lips grounded you to the present, fading away the chaos around you.

“Are you guys done yet?!” Chenle’s piercing voice yelled over the rumble of your squad’s truck as they pulled up next to the two of you, causing you to scramble away from Jisung. “We need to secure the perimeter! Scouts said there’s a second breach further down!”

“On it Sarge!” You shouted, grabbing the guns from your feet, tossing one to Jisung, and hopping into the cabin.

You and Jisung fell into your designated seats next to each other, his hand holding tight on your thigh. He stared out from the back of the truck as it picked up speed, kicking up dirt and gravel in its wake. You placed your hand on his and squeezed it lightly, as if reassuring him of your presence. His hand shifted under your touch so that he could intertwine his fingers with yours. You gripped his hand tightly, realizing that you don’t know when you’ll be able to hold his hand again.

The two of you continued staring out the back, watching the military facilities whizz by until you had reached the outskirts of the second breach. The sound of gunfire and explosions brought you back to your senses as the rest of your squad was already hopping out the back of the truck. Chenle extended a hand to you as you jumped out with Jisung following suit. “I need you two to stay near the truck. Heard that this one’s worse than the one by the barracks. We may need to retreat.”

“Copy that,” you confirmed. Chenle gave a curt nod before taking off behind the rest of the squad, yelling orders at them. You and Jisung watch your fellow soldiers leap into action, spraying bullets into the Infected that had climbed over the fence. You saw the mob of them on the other side, climbing over one another to gain leverage. It was terrifying. Their decaying skin and torn-up clothes serve as a sick reminder that they were once like you. Alive.

More and more Infected joined the pile, pushing the ones at the top over the fence and into the camp. They came in faster than they could be shot down. You were going to have to “retreat!” Chenle’s voice rang loud and clear.

Jisung scrambled into the driver’s seat of the truck as you joined him in the passenger’s seat. The engine roared to life as the members of your squad ran back to the vehicle. Once all of them were accounted for, Jisung floored the acceleration just as the Infected had started to pick up speed towards the group of you. He hit a few of them with the hood of the truck before yanking the wheel, making a stark turnaround.

“Step on it, Park!” One of the other soldiers commanded, fearing for their lives as they were once again face to face with the creatures. Jisung’s foot pressed the pedal down as far as it would go, and the truck sped off through the web of debris and malfunctioning streetlights, heading back towards the center of the camp, the designated rally point for soldiers and refugees alike. You needed reinforcements fast.

As you drew close to the clearing of the training grounds once more, you saw that the troops from the first breach had done the same. Sergeants from all rankings were shouting that they needed more men, more ammo, more support. But there was none left to give. Every trained soldier was already in action.

One of the lieutenants took control, ordering every soldier to focus on the first breach, as it was closer to the rally point and, therefore, more dangerous. With the mass of nearly a hundred armed troops, together you closed in around the barracks that had been smashed and ran through. You worked together as two platoons combined to eliminate all of the Infected that had scaled the wall.

You stuck near your squad within the ranks, scoping out the far left wing of the area. Things had started to quiet down, save for a few rogue gunshots coming from the watchtowers. Surveilling the surroundings of the last barrack, you were about to declare it as clear before Chenle appeared, dashing from around the corner pursued by two of the Infected.

With adrenaline-fueled precision, you shot one of them in the chest, moving to its head as it continued its approach. You watched thick, coagulated blood ooze out of the bullet hole in its forehead, its body going limp and falling to the ground, mirroring the actions of the one behind it. You made out Jisung from down the side of the barrack, his face expressionless, only greeting you with a nod before you both reconvened with the rest of your squad.

Circling back to the rally point where the refugees anxiously waited for status updates, the Lieutenant declared the first breach as cleared. With the guards up in the watchtowers and one platoon already on the way to the second breach, the General announced the new temporary designations for soldiers who had lost their barracks.

You slumped against Jisung’s broad shoulder as the adrenaline began to fade from your body. This wasn’t the first time you had come close to the Infected, but it was the first time they had made it onto the campgrounds, and if they did it once, then they could do it again, as they had already shown you by breaching two areas in one day. The thought of your inevitable death was swimming through your mind, but you forced it away as Chenle began the standard post-mission debrief.

Chenle began recounting the events that occurred, starting from the report of the first breach. His words aimlessly floated around your brain while you anxiously thought of the future prospects of the camp. You could remain here and help to fortify the camp’s defenses with the risk of another breach, or you could abandon the only place you had to call home and venture back into the city in search of your own path to safety. You weighed the countless battles and loss of lives in your head.

You didn’t even realize Chenle had finished the debrief until he placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jerk your head towards him. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s alright, I think everyone’s shaken up after a scare like this.” Chenle’s head hung heavy with the weight of leading his friends and peers.

“Chenle, I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this,” you started. You looked over at Jisung, whose features were clouded in worry. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting when it never seems to end.”

“Well, there’s nothing else to do except fight.” Chenle was right. “Either you fight or you give up, and if you give up, you die.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “I know, I just…I’m tired of fighting.”

Chenle’s hand went from your shoulder to your jaw, bringing you to face him as he firmly said your name. “Listen, you’re a fighter, I know you are. I knew it from the moment you dragged Jisung over to me in the park all those years ago. You can’t come all this way just to give up now.”

You stared back into his dark eyes. “I’m not the same person I was back then…back then, I had hope. I thought that maybe we’d be free from all of this. Years later, and we’re not. It’s all the same and I-” you felt your throat growing hot as tears welled in your eyes, “I just don’t see the point of fighting if nothing is going to change.”

Chenle shook his head at you, muttering, “this isn’t you.”

“What’s the point of running away from death if we’re all going to die in the end?” You questioned, as if Chenle would have an answer for you. He went silent. You turned to Jisung. “You understand, right?”

He nodded solemnly. “Ever since the Infected took over the city, the only two ways out are either to die fighting them or become one of them.”

“Be a hero,” Chenle urged, “keep fighting even if it kills you.”

“No, I don’t want to fight anymore!” The tears you tried so hard to hold came spilling out. “I don’t see the point of living if this is all I have to look forward to!”

Chenle opened his mouth, going to interrupt you, but Jisung beat him to it. “I agree. This isn’t much of a life if day after day we’re sent out to do the same tasks with the same result.” He looked over at you. “Our parents birthed us into a world with the Infected, and nothing has changed since then. We’re fighting the same monsters they did, and yet no progress has been made. It’s a pity of a life we’re all living here. No safety, no future, no freedom.”

“Then go,” Chenle said through gritted teeth, looking between the two of you. “Leave this camp and fend for yourself.”

“We will.” Jisung’s voice was low and strong as his hand found its way to yours.

With fingers interlocked, the two of you stepped off towards the armory and your barrack to gather what little belongings both of you had. “Be safe,” you said over your shoulder towards Chenle.

“Same to you guys.”

Life outside of the base was refreshing, one might even say fun. You and Jisung were no longer subjected to the long hours of training and the repetitive missions of surveillance and reconnaissance, no longer forced to see the faces of survivors who had just lost a loved one. You felt free.

Together, you and Jisung jumped from place to place, staying in abandoned houses and apartments. The two of you would collect supplies and live wherever you chose until your supplies started to run low, and then you would set out again to find more supplies and a new place to call home.

The sight of Jisung sprawled out on a plush couch without any of his gear on was a sight to behold. Aside from the tactical gear that both of you had taken from the camp, most of your and Jisung’s clothing consisted of items taken from dressers and closets. Though it wasn’t much, it was still more variety than the camp had to offer. Both of you had been able to find clothing that was much closer to your liking than the standard issue garments the two of you had on the day you left the base.

Jisung’s favorite items were undoubtedly large flannel shirts, especially red and black ones. You loved the way he looked in them, the way the fabric fell over his shoulders, making him look even broader than he already was. He loved the way his flannels looked on you, his favorite clothing item on his favorite person.

Aside from clothes, you and Jisung had kept your assigned weapons and guns, using them sparingly to hold on to them for when it really mattered, whenever that may be. There had been a few close calls, though. Once, there had been an Infected within the house that you and Jisung had stumbled upon. The outside of the house looked as if it hadn’t been touched by the madness surrounding it, but that alone should have sent off warnings in your head. When Jisung finished picking the lock on the door and swung it open, one Infected came lunging towards the two of you from the end of the hallway.

Thankfully, you had been watching right behind him, always having his back. You whipped around, firing a bullet straight into its forehead before Jisung slammed the door shut. “I guess we’re not staying there,” he breathed shakily.

Like this, you had used up your ammunition as slowly as possible, one by one, until nothing remained. “I’m out of bullets,” you told Jisung.

He sifted through his pockets and the backpacks you had ‘thrifted’ along the way. “Me too.”

The two of you shared a look, but not one of fear.

It had already been a year since you and Jisung left the base, and you had never felt more comfortable and safe. When your rations ran out a few days later, Jisung led you to the city’s highest tower. You stood at its base, staring up at the monolith of glass and steel piercing the smog-laden sky.

Within the 127 floors of the tower, you and Jisung managed to sweep the floors and gather supplies, food and find places to sleep. Every week or so, you moved up another floor under the pretense of safety. The higher up you were, the longer it would take for anyone or the Infected to get to you.

When you had finally reached the 100th floor, it felt a little celebratory. You and Jisung had managed to reside within the skyscraper for a few months without ever having set foot back on the ground. Being so high up felt like you were flying, and you couldn’t deny that you loved watching the sun rise and set, letting you know that time was passing and you survived yet another day. You loved the rush of the wind on your skin whenever you found an opening in the panels of glass and cement.

There was an area on the 28th floor where a window pane was entirely missing as if someone had jumped through it. You remembered the way you stood at the edge of the concrete, peering down at the ground far below you as the wind rushed past you. Jisung stood at your back, hands holding onto your waist, keeping you secure with him. You looked over your shoulder at him, admiring the way his hair blew in the wind.

Speaking of his hair, you had taken it upon yourself to cut his hair every month, keeping it at a short and manageable length for him. At first, you had cut jagged lines into his smooth strands, making both of you laugh. But as you learned from trial and error, you got better and better until you could style his hair the same as his mother used to.

It was in a bathroom on the 85th floor that you mastered the skill, a sense of pride blooming in your chest as you turned Jisung around so he could look at himself in the mirror. He drew in a sharp breath as he stared at his reflection. “It looks…you did it just how my mom used to…”

“I did.” You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. “Do you like it?”

He turned around to face you. “More than like it, I love it.” Jisung’s strong arms brought you into a warm hug, his grip tight around your shoulders. You rubbed your hands up and down his back in a soothing motion as you felt him shudder in your hold. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do. I know how much you miss her.” You spoke quietly into him, your words muffled as your lips pressed into his cheek before leaving a light kiss. Jisung sniffled, and you felt something hot fall onto the exposed skin where your neck met your shoulder. A tear. Jisung was crying. You pulled him in even tighter. “I know your parents would be proud of you if they could see you right now. The way you grew into the man you are now, living just as they did. They taught you well.”

He sobbed into you, his tears rolling down his face onto you, but you didn’t care. “Th-Thank you for staying with me throughout my whole life. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to know because I’ll always be right here, Jisung.”

It was on the 119th floor where the Infected finally caught up to you. They came bursting in under the cover of the night, making you scream out of fear during your routine sweep of the floor before heading to sleep. The sound of your voice jolted Jisung awake, and he grabbed a pocket knife from his backpack, running blindly to find you.

You would have been fine if it was only one, but it was much more than that. There were at least ten that marched towards you, the stench of their rotting bodies filling the room. Jisung came tumbling out of a hallway, knife in hand, ready to protect you, but he knew his little knife meant nothing once he saw just how many Infected there were.

Jisung folded the knife up, stashing it in his pocket before grabbing your hand and making a run for it. Together, you flew up the stairs, going higher and higher because if they were on your floor, there were bound to be more below you. The only way was up.

120. You felt blood pulsing through your veins as you pushed your body to climb the stairs. 121. Your heart was pounding in your chest. 122. Your breath grew heavy, coming in and out of your mouth as you panted. 123. There was a sting in your lungs as you continued the ascent. 124. The muscles in your leg cried out for you to stop, but you couldn’t. 125. Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your fists. 126. Your eyes grew cloudy as they filled with tears. 127.

When the final door burst open, you and Jisung stumbled out onto the rooftop, running to the edge of the concrete and looking down at the abyss of the city sprawling beneath you. If you ignored everything about the situation, perhaps you could enjoy the view with Jisung, who often philosophized about space and everything in the sky. Maybe in a world without the Infected, the two of you would have come here as lovers on a date. But that was not your fate in this world.

You heard the Infected clambering up the stairs, their low growls and moans bouncing off the walls. Jisung looked back at the stairwell that the two of you had come out of, then at you, then at the moon glowing up in the sky. “Together?” He asked with a faint smile playing on his lips.

You turn to face him, eyes twinkling under the moon and stars. “Until the end.” Your fingers intertwined with his as your lips met his once more in a gentle yet resolute kiss. Sharing a final look, you both step off the edge, surrendering to the uncertain embrace of the void beneath you.

Pride was yours and Jisung’s sin. You and he had long since chosen to live by defining your own destiny rather than letting it be dictated by a world gone awry. It only felt right to have a death that was of your own volition.

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Bring The Noize - S.Johnny (Teaser)

Pairing(s) - Street Racer!Johnny x Female Reader (slight Kun x Female Reader to be included in the full fic)

Genre(s) - Fluff, Action, University!AU, friends to lovers (Angst, lovers to ??? to be included in the full fic)

Warning(s) - Johnny drives dangerously with the reader in the car

Summary - Johnny drives with a fury that mirrors the heartbreak you left behind, every turn on the track chasing the ghost of you. When you’re thrown back into his world, tension ignites into passion and danger, until one reckless race threatens to unravel everything still unspoken between you.

Teaser Word Count - 0.7k

Estimated Release Date - April 29, 2025

Author’s Note - This takes place before Highway to Heaven - K.Doyoung and Honor To Us All - Z.Chenle

Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net @cosyhomenet (leave a comment or send an ask if you'd like to be added!)

Written for the Adrenaline Rush! Collab hosted by me @/yuta-nakamots. Also part of my NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection.

Now Playing: Bring The Noize - NCT 127, Gas - NCT 127, Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd, Red - Taylor Swift

Being with Johnny felt like a constant adrenaline rush. He was always taking your relationship from 0 to 100 just as he did with his car on the racetrack. When you met him in your first year of university through an introductory business class, he was calm and charming, and ever so eager to take you out on a date.

Thinking back to then, it had taken Johnny three tries to finally ask you on a date. The first time, he misread your scribbled phone number on his arm and texted the wrong number. The second time, his words fell onto deaf ears as you realized you were almost late to class and ran off. The third time, he had pinned you against a wall after class with his warm hands gripping onto your hips to make sure you heard his pleas. “Go on a date with me.”

”W-what?” You breath hitched at the close proximity and forwardness of Johnny’s actions.

“Go on a date with me,” he repeated. “Please?”

Your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, but you couldn’t help but smile and tell him, “okay.”

It was on your first date when he picked you up in his Nissan GT-R Nismo, which he had gotten freshly detailed just for the occasion, and drove you up to one of his favorite lookout points right outside of town. From this vantage point, he pointed out the campus, his apartment, and a sprawling racetrack that you didn’t even know existed. “That’s where I spend most of my time when I’m not in class,” he told you while you both sat on the hood of his car.

Johnny intrigued you. This side of him was entirely new to you, and you were itching to find out more. “What do you do over there?”

“Oh, just driving, fixing up cars, helping out the racing team I’m part of…” There was more he wasn’t sharing with you.

“Do you race?”

You swore you saw the corners of Johnny‘s mouth twitch upwards. “A little.”

“How about we go there next time?” You proposed as your eyes traced the path of the racetrack.

“Oh, so there’s a next time?” Johnny jokes, turning to face you.

You shrugged, feigning indifference. “Only if you want it.”

“I don’t want it, I need it,” he declared while placing a hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him.

On your second date, Johnny had obeyed your wishes and taken you to the track. He drove through the gates onto the pavement, the bright lights of the track reflecting off the surface of his car.

The engine rumbled quietly as he pulled up to the checkered lines, bringing the car to a gentle stop. “Are you ready for this?” His eyes locked with yours, seeking reassurance before he fully brought you into his world.

Your hand came up to run along the seatbelt that lay across your chest. “Never been more ready.”

Johnny’s lips stretched into a cat-like smile as he turned his gaze to the stretch of asphalt ahead and got comfortable in his seat. His hands gripped onto the leather of his steering wheel, making his knuckles go white. “Hold on tight,” he murmured, though you weren’t sure if it was directed to you or himself.

You didn’t have time to ponder that thought when you were suddenly pushed into the back of your seat upon the rapid acceleration. Johnny took off on the straightaway and laid off on the gas as the first turn drew near. He took to the outside of the turn, then veered to the inside before guiding his wheel back to being centered and floored the gas once more.

Johnny was a skilled driver, no doubt. His aggressive handling style poses a striking comparison to his smooth talking, yet mirrors his bold personality. He drove with an almost reckless edge, taking every turn just a tad bit faster than he should, causing you to clench in your seat. Your fingernails dug into the padding of the seat while your legs grew tense from pushing your feet against the flooring.

He crossed the finish line and brought the car down to a coasting speed for another lap, letting the engine cool off a bit. “How was that?” He asked, his right hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“Exhilarating.” You responded, your heart feeling like it was going to jump right out of your chest.

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