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[part one] the perfect pair ➵ “ew, is that sunwoo over there? 저리 꺼져.”

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

chapter genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slow burn, slight angst, crack, sexual tension, misogynistic & sexist remarks and behaviors, sunwoo is such an annoying teammate... retired ow player now val player…, rush gets introduced YIPPEE, sunwoo gets jealous...?, bets are made, a lot of gamer lingo (check the guide & visual aids!)

word count ➵ 10.5k words

parts ➵ check out the series masterlist

a/n ➵ it's out! felt a lil pressured by the number of notes i wont lie! i hope u guys enjoy this along with the visual aid <3 special shoutout to @shegotthewoobies @vernyangel @heemingyu @deobienthusiast for beta reading <3 much love to you all <3 esp to ki who made the usernames <3 if you enjoyed reading, do reblog and leave feedback!

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HYST wins VCT’s Game Changers By Bae Sumin

HYST takes the title as the winner of the Valorant Championship Tour (VCT) Game Changers in Los Angeles, USA against defending champion 88RR. The team took over the playing field, showcasing their astounding teamwork and tactful gameplays, and won 3-1 in a best-of-five series.

Since the first match on Bind, players Ailurus (Y/N) and bokku (Miyawaki Sakura) demonstrated their chemistry through their formidable performance as Omen and Yoru respectively. Their alliance was enough for their opponents to avoid one-on-one battles.

Rising player Ppiya (Hong Eunchae) secures her position as one of the most impressive duelists to come from this year’s VCT. In all of the matches played, Ppiya secures at least one kill per round, placing her 3rd in the leaderboards out of all players in the event.

In their second match on Ascent, remarkable sentinel players CHUU (Kim Jiwoo) and subakhye (Son Hyeju) built solid defense systems and dealt with flanks with ease. They can adjust their setups accordingly as they observe their opponents’ playstyle.

Although their exceptional performance in Game Changers makes its mark in VCT history, Ailurus only hopes that they are given more opportunities to engage in such tournaments. “I am happy [about our win], but I hope that the [VALORANT] esports scene sees us more than just winners [of Game Changers]. I want to be seen as a remarkable player regardless of gender,” they share.

Despite HYST participating in VCT for the past two years, this is their first championship win. In last year’s VCT, the organization met its defeat in VALORANT Challengers through their other roster consisting of players bae (Jacob Bae), nuguri (Kim Sunwoo), Darong (Lee Jaehyun), gyulz (Ju Haknyeon), and Maize (Lee Juyeon).

Both teams are under the guidance of Coach bori (Kim Younghoon), a retired VALORANT and League of Legends pro player.

These turn of events displayed HYST’s dedication to improvement and VALORANT. Many followers hope to see more of the reigning champions of Game Changers.

ROUND 1: “WELCOME TO MY WORLD!”

The moon radiates tonight, its white gleam accompanied by speckles amidst the sea of black. Now would be the perfect moment to take some time to yourself; get in more hours of sleep, or pick up a book you’ve been putting off. Instead…

“Hi, everyone! It’s been a while,” you greet your viewers through the webcam.

The monitor shines on you, colors of blue and violet painting your skin. On the wall behind you is a shelf filled with memorabilia; medals from small competitions along with trophies from bigger tournaments.

“I know it’s a little late here, but I was itching to play some matches.” Your eyes glide through your stream’s chat. Many viewers are ecstatic to have you back on Twitch while others question your late hours of streaming.

jseollie: even after game changers?? CRAZY! bboppull: GRIND NEVER STOPS 💪💪💪 bookeucutie: tell us abt vct!!!

A chuckle leaves you as you open up Valorant. “I really enjoyed my time in VCT! I met some of my favorite players like Lorri from Evil Genius, sonder from Shopify, even Version1’s MeL.”

You lean back on your chair as you recall the event. “I won’t lie, I was very nervous about going against 88RR, which, by the way, is a lovely team. We met up for drinks after.” You scratch the back of your neck as you try to go through what your chat says.

“I remember talking to Kura about it since the semifinals, and she had to give me a constant pep talk.” The memory of Sakura knocking sense into you after every match makes you laugh.

As you dish to your viewers about your experience throughout Game Changers, you read their comments. Many of your viewers were happy with your revelation of the teams' bonds with each other. “Yeah, we’re competitive but we’re here with the same dreams, so I think it did help us form some kind of connection. I was able to exchange contacts with Sunmi and Taeyeon as well. I told them that whenever they decide to come back to Korea, they should give me a call.”

ajiajibee: is the trophy with you? ghanadara: i think it’s beside the picture frame

“Oh, I don’t get to keep it. It’s back in the headquarters,” you say as you slightly swivel your chair to the side. “That picture frame, however,” you point at your shelf, “is my certificate. That way, we all have something to bring home.”

You adjust your chair before smiling at the camera. “Anyway, I’m really happy that our practice paid off. It was an honor to even participate and meet other players.”

Most of the reactions were positive ones; congratulations and desires to see your team play together for more events. Yet, regardless of your achievements, there’s constantly a handful of negative ones.

hwithefool: Cant believe you won game changers. Ur not even that good. hwithefool: didn’t even get to champs L honeycube: boosted ass universefactory deleted hwithefool’s message. universefactory deleted hwithefool’s message. universefactory deleted honeycube’s message. hwithefool is now banned from this chat. Reason: Being rude honeycube is now banned from this chat. Reason: Being rude

Thankfully, your moderators were there to take control of such—but you’ll always know what people think of you.

“Anyway, for today’s stream, I’ll be playing with Juhak and Hyeju!” You exclaim as you switch scenes, now showing the Valorant lobby. “We’re going to play on our alt accounts for today, so it should be fun.”

real_juhaknyeon: LFGGGGG goated team rubyvobo: we get nom, jeorge porkwell, AND hyejuseyo?? We win today sunwooluver: what about nuguri?? he’s solo queuing right now rubyvobo: OFHEJSHSJJSKS I LOVE YOU GUYS sunwooluver: WILL NUGURI JOIN??

One of the few perks that comes with being an established streamer is that you could ignore comments, pretending you never saw them, and you’d get away with it; people just didn’t need to talk about it all together and you’d be fine.

So when you invite Haknyeon and Hyeju to your party, you continue talking to your chat about today’s stream. “We’re not going to play ranked today, I think?” You hum for a moment, going through the agenda in your head. “Well, we might, but I have no clue. It depends on what they want.”

Before you can continue with your rambles, your phone vibrates on your desk. Once you grab it, you notice that text messages from Kim Younghoon, the coach of the organization, have come your way.

coach bbang 🍞: hi y/n! don’t forget to remind your teammates about tomorrow’s meeting for vct ☺️ coach bbang 🍞: and gl with your stream tonight! y/n: teewai coach :DD see u tomo

“Sorry about that!” You put your phone away and give your full attention to your monitor. Hyeju and Haknyeon already joined your party, and you spot that they’re in a voice channel on the HYST’s Discord server. “Before I go join VC with the others, I just wanted to say thank you for supporting me and the others in Game Changers. It was a fun but tough competition, and I wouldn’t be here without you guys.”

Although your job did start as a hobby, you continued to persevere through such hardships thanks to your support systems; your teammates and viewers alike. You only ever considered going pro thanks to two friends. Unfortunately, time has its way of making you drift apart from them; you hope you can go face-to-face against them one day if the universe willed for it.

“Anyway, let’s have some good games!”

“I tuned in to your stream last night, Y/N,” Eunchae starts. “That losing streak is insane.”

You sigh, shoulders down as you walk dejectedly. “Don’t even get me started. Our randos were ass and wouldn’t stop talking shit.” You look at your younger friend who only pouts as you recap the events of last night. “I know you would always enter and clear sites for us, my Manchae.”

With your arm wrapped around her shoulder, her expression shifts into a smile. “I mean, that’s the least I can do as your duelist.”

“Well, not everyone seems to know that.”

The HYST headquarters is a three-story infrastructure whose interior resembles corporate buildings; the furniture is mostly of sleek leather and dark-stained wood. Monotone linoleum tiles and off-white walls stretch throughout the building.

As soon as you both arrive in front of the meeting room, you swing the doors open, revealing Sakura, Hyeju, and Jiwoo who sit together on one side of the conference table. You and Eunchae rush to them, exchanging greetings and embraces.

“Do you always play Valorant?” Jiwoo directs the question to you, referencing your stream last night with Hyeju and Haknyeon, to which you roll your eyes.

“No, I just had the itch to play!” You take a seat in between Sakura and Jiwoo. “Plus, I’ll take any opportunity to make some money.”

The doors swing open. “Hi, everyone. It’s nice to see you all,” Younghoon greets your team before walking to the whiteboard situated in the corner of the room.

The organization’s general manager, Lee Sangyeon, trails behind him, a smile painting his face as he takes a seat at the end of the table. “I’ll say this again, but good work in Game Changers.”

“Thanks, Sangyeon,” Sakura expresses her gratitude on behalf of the team. “We wouldn’t have been able to win without your help along with Younghoon’s.”

He shakes his head, trying to play it off. “No, I’m just here to make sure you guys get to participate, you know? Just want to make sure that you guys get recognized.”

Silence settles. The squeaking from Younghoon's marker is faint but loud enough to capture your attention. Although his figure covers most of what’s written on the whiteboard, you catch sight of a few gamer tags—Ailurus and bae.

Before you can decipher the other words, the doors open. “Hi, guys!” Haknyeon enters the room with all smiles. “Hello Game Changers winners,” he bows his head, making you chuckle.

His teammates, Jacob and Juyeon, trail behind him, relaxed expressions resting on their faces. “Congrats on the win,” Jacob shakes hands with everyone on your team. “That one play on Ascent went crazy, by the way.” His praise is directed towards you, and you try to play it cool.

“Ah, it was nothing. Just got lucky.”

“If I was in your situation, I probably wouldn’t have secured that round,” Juyeon chimes in as he takes a seat beside his teammates. The three boys sit across from your team.

Haknyeon smacks Juyeon’s arm, laughing at his words. “Yeah! Remember that one round in Breeze?” Juyeon only rolls his eyes while his teammates recap the events for your team.

You don’t really interact with Haknyeon’s team (or Jacob’s team if you were going to follow formalities), just the occasional greetings and small talk if you were going to be honest. It’s not like you didn’t want to be friends with them; there aren't enough opportunities to bond when you all have different schedules, let alone priorities. But you did enjoy their team's presence, and every interaction with them is one you hope may bring your team closer to theirs.

Except for one player.

“Sorry, we’re late!” Hyunjae enters the room with an apologetic smile. “Someone decided to sleep in.”

“Not true! Hyunjae’s lying.”

The room starts to grow dimmer, almost as if life were sucked out of it. Only you seemed to see it, never the others. There he is—the only exception.

He’s dressed in an oversized graphic tee layered on top of a white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans. His hair shows its soft curls, clearly indicating that he’s the one lying.

A playful pout rests on his lips as he tries to continue his defense. Yet, when he locks eyes with you, he holds back. A scowl now paints his face.

If you follow esports, then you would know who Kim Sunwoo is—an established pro player who switched from Overwatch to Valorant. At first, many people were confused by his choice, throwing away years invested into a different game. Yet, it seemed that he didn’t care about what others had to say as he signed with HYST a few months after he started playing Valorant.

Within that time frame, he was able to impress Younghoon and Sangyeon with his gameplay. After all, Valorant and Overwatch required different playstyles. It was easy for him to become big in the Valorant pro scene, as you would like to say, for he made use of his existing fame.

He’s adored by many people who follow the pro scene; audience and players alike. You, however, seemed to think differently.

You shift your gaze to Younghoon, silently hoping that the meeting will commence. As if he heard your thoughts, he says, “No worries. Go, take your seats.”

Unfortunately, Hyunjae opts to sit across from Eunchae, leaving one vacant seat across from you.

Sunwoo sits on the chair as a dejected sigh leaves him, causing you to roll your eyes while you keep your gaze away from him. All you need to do is get through the meeting and you won’t have to face him for a while.

“Thank you everyone for coming here today,” Younghoon starts as he faces all of you. The whiteboard behind him has now been flipped, and the gamer tags are now hidden. “Uh, before we get into the agenda for today’s meeting, let’s congratulate the winners of Game Changers!”

Applause erupts from everyone who didn’t participate in that competition, but your eyes don’t miss how slow the boy across you claps, almost as if he wasn’t impressed.

“Now, we can get to the point of today’s meeting.” Younghoon steps to the side, revealing the text written—VCT GAMEPLAN with irregular shapes surrounding it. “We all know that VCT is around the corner, a few months from now, which means we’ve got to start our preparations.”

“Normally, we would’ve gone straight to strategizing and having you guys,” your coach looks at the team across you, “practice, but Sangyeon and I have agreed on doing things differently this year.” He flips the board, revealing everyone’s gamer tags. “We’re changing the roster.”

Many players are caught off-guard by Younghoon’s announcement. It’s not usual for a roster change to take place, especially with only a few months left before qualifiers commence.

“We know that not everyone may want to participate in the upcoming VCT, and I’ve spent weeks trying to configure what’s the best roster to represent HYST.” Younghoon then pulls out a blue marker and starts to circle some names; CHUU, Darong, bae, nuguri, and… Ailurus? “These are my picks for VCT.”

A frown appears on your face, but before you can comment, Haknyeon beats you to it. “I don’t know if having Hyunjae and Sunwoo play together is smart.” All eyes are now on him. “I mean, no offense,” his eyes flicker to the two subjects, “I don’t know if Jiwoo and Y/N would be able to keep up, and that’s not a diss to them.”

“I agree,” Jacob chimes in. “Haknyeonie, Juyeon, and I can play with Sunwoo and Hyunjae as duelists because we know their playstyles well. We’ve played together for years. Y/N and Jiwoo would be playing with them for the first time.”

Younghoon bites the inside of his cheek, deep in thought as he considers what’s been said. “Thoughts?” He directs his question to the two people in question. The two players exchange glances, almost as if they were communicating.

“Yeah, I know Sunwoo and I can adjust our playstyle but it took more than half a year for Juyeon and Haknyeon to get used to our playstyle,” Hyunjae says as he scratches the back of his neck. “And if it helps, I’d prefer to sit this one out. You know, I have a lot of sponsorships lined up that I need to stream for also.”

Your coach sighs. “No worries. What about you, Sunwoo?”

“Wait, can I say something?” Jiwoo gathers the attention of everyone in the room. “I also want to opt out of VCT. I mean, I just played in Game Changers.” A guilty smile takes over her features.

Thankfully, Younghoon acknowledges where Jiwoo comes from. “Of course, I understand. After all, that’s why we're having this meeting.”

Before your coach can try to reconfigure the roster, Sangyeon stands up from his seat.

“Can I suggest another rotation?” Younghoon nods before handing him a red marker. Sangyeon starts to circle another list of gamer tags, ones he believes should be in the final line-up of players for VCT; it consists of bokku, bae, gyulz, Ppiya, and… Ailurus, again? Your coach frowns as he looks at the selection.

“I think Sunwoo should be benched.” Your eyebrows shoot up at Sangyeon’s words, not expecting those words considering the player’s reputation.“He’s made some rash plays recently, and you know that.” You glance at the boy who sits across from you only to see that his gaze is affixed to the ground.

Younghoon shakes his head, clearly in disbelief at the manager’s words. “Yes, but that’s only for a few matches. Trust me when I say that Sunwoo is strong as a duelist and an initiator.” His attempt to defend his mentee is weak against Sangyeon’s opinion.

“He plays for himself!”

Clearly, the two higher-ups have opposing views.

“Think about it; Eunchae and Sakura are great duelists, and anyone else on that team plays initiator.”

Although Sangyeon seems to believe his proposed line-up is the best one yet, your coach shakes his head. “Eunchae isn’t playing.” He glances at her before saying, “She told me beforehand.” All eyes are now on the teen who only shows an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I wanted to take a break from this year’s VCT to focus on my studies.”

Sangyeon scratches the back of his neck. “Well—”

“Hey,” Sakura cuts into the conversation. “Haven’t we considered that Y/N and Sunwoo might not want to play together?” She looks at you two with scrunched eyebrows, clearly confused by your coach’s proposal. “I mean, we all know their relationship, no?”

Your feud isn’t under the table. All of the players know about your distaste towards each other but they don’t know where it stems from.

“Yes, but their playstyles complement each other.” Everyone’s confused as to why Younghoon is persistent. “Out of all my mentees, I’ve worked with them the most, and I know exactly how they can work together.”

“Well, I want Y/N on that team.” As your manager says that, all the attention is now on you. You’re not sure why Sangyeon would say that. Uncomfortable with how you’ve become the topic of the conversation, you cannot help but sink into your seat.

“And I agree with you. But if we’re going to have Y/N play, I need Sunwoo on that team.” You lock eyes with Sunwoo briefly as your coach says that. “He’s my one-pick, and I know he’ll help the team out the most.” Sangyeon sighs, rethinking the roster once more. You shift your gaze to the ground, clearly unhappy being paired with the player across from you.

You weren’t happy that the two continued to discuss the final roster without asking you, but before you could speak up, someone beat you to it.

“Shouldn’t Y/N take a break?” Your gaze lands on the boy across from you, eyebrows now furrowed over his suggestion. “I mean, they did just come from winning Game Changers. We can have Juyeon take over.” When you spot a small smirk resting on his lips, you ball your fists.

Whatever game Sunwoo is playing, you don’t want any part of it. If anything, whatever he’s trying to insinuate has you clenching your teeth. And you’re about to retort—

“No,” Sangyeon says, speaking on your behalf. “Y/N’s a good leader and a team player. I trust Y/N the most out of all the people on the roster.”

Sunwoo raises his hands in defense. “It was only a suggestion.” But when he glances at you, you don’t miss the sinister smile on his face.

Not only was Sunwoo trying to bench you out of the competition but Sangyeon and Younghoon were too invested in their conversation, speaking on your behalf as if you were nothing but a tool for the organization. Without a second thought, you stand up from your seat. Everyone’s eyes are on you as you storm out of the room.

That’s the thing about being a pro player in the esports scene; no one seems to listen to you if you aren’t a man.

For once, silence settles amongst everyone. Your departure is a message, one that everyone failed to see earlier on.

A sigh leaves Sakura. “I know we’re all worried about VCT but let’s not forget to hear everyone out, okay?” She glances at the doors that are now shut closed, wondering where you may have gone. “You know Y/N. Just avoid speaking on their behalf and let them talk for themselves.”

“Yeah,” Eunchae huffs, “let’s give them time to cool down. We only wrapped up Game Changers a few weeks ago.”

As Younghoon crosses his arms, a sigh leaves him as he looks down to the floor. “Sorry, Sangyeon and I were too caught up with what we wanted.” He glances at his watch before shifting his gaze to the players who sit idly. “Let’s talk about this again once they come back.”

In the eye of a hurricane stands you, a witness to the chaos, wondering what course of action nature shall take upon you. Somehow, your screams are soundless—not a single soul minds the hurricane for as long as it doesn’t hit them.

You stand in front of the washroom mirror, taking your time to recollect your thoughts. The stress that comes from the upcoming VCT, the pressure to represent HYST once more, the likelihood of working with Kim Sunwoo for the first time—there’s nothing you can control.

The stars point you towards acceptance, perseverance.

It’s not that you were against representing HYST for the upcoming VCT events. If anything, you were grateful that Sangyeon and Younghoon trusted you to undertake such an important role.

Although you’ve competed in Game Changers, the audience it attracts is smaller in comparison to the ones your manager and coach want to see you in. All eyes will be on you as you compete to reach to Champions.

The weight that comes with playing in a worldwide esports event, one that most of the community is tuned into, rests on your shoulders—a coalition of anxiety from every round that plays out, migraines from reconfiguring your strategies, the comments of you playing just because you aren’t a man. Those reasons should be enough for you to decline the offer, to protect your peace, and to make more out of your streams.

But nothing can compare to bringing back home the fruit of your labor—the Champions Cup—the recognition that comes from competing, and the bond built amongst teammates. If you got to experience all that from Game Changers, you’re almost certain that VCT will bring experiences to be marked in your books.

But what do you know, right?

With a mind clearer after today’s event, you exit the washroom, still deciding whether you should compete or not. Yet, it’s as if the universe has plans to provoke you as you come face-to-face with the last person you want to see.

His eyes lock with yours and a snarl appears on his face. “What? I had to use the washroom.” Defensive, like always.

Before you can make your way back to the conference room, he grabs your arm, holding you back. You glare at Sunwoo, your eyes glancing at his hand on your arm, and he lets go.

He bites the inside of his cheek. “I know we don’t like each other.” Tell me about it. “But,” he sucks in a breath as he stares back at you. “I know we want to prove ourselves, so why don’t we just suck it up and work together?”

Anyone could believe that Sunwoo’s trying to play nice with you—he’s willing to make amends in hopes that there’s no bad blood between you two—but you could care less about what this man has to say.

“It’s not that easy,” you start. “You don’t understand what I want.” Unlike him, you know that proving yourself does nothing.

His frowns over your words. “What do you mean—”

“Sunwoo, you can easily say you want to play to prove yourself,” you cut him off. “I can’t say the same for me. It’s a privilege enough that I can even play in these events.” You jab your index finger against his chest, making him stagger backward.

That’s what makes you and Sunwoo different; while he chases praises from a few lucky plays, you’re left to deal with the backlash from just breathing.

If Sunwoo wants to retort, you don’t give him the chance to do so as you walk away from him. As you reach the doors, you take a deep breath in before swinging them open. The chatter is interrupted by your presence as you make your way back to your seat.

Sunwoo follows shortly, keeping his gaze on you as he takes his seat. You would’ve ignored the way he looks at you but the eye contact you two exchange amplifies what you told him then in the halls. So when an ominous grin appears on your face, the lousy bridge he tried to build towards you crumbles. After all, it was constructed on a poor attempt to save his career.

“Count me in.”

ROUND 2: “YOUR BIGGEST MISTAKE WAS THAT YOU PISSED ME OFF.”

With every day that passes, the weight of VCT rests heavier on your shoulders. Playing with a team you don’t compete with is not easy. Yet, you’re hopeful today—it’s all you have, after all.

As you enter the practice room, you are greeted by the chilly air that emits from the air conditioners. The practice room resembles an internet cafe; desks are lined up with monitors and keyboards while CPUs are placed under the tables.

You catch sight of Sakura and Haknyeon chatting away as they sit in front of their assigned computers. Jacob, however, is busy talking to Younghoon; you can only assume they’re talking about possible strategies.

Before you take a seat beside Haknyeon, you make sure to greet everyone. “And I couldn’t believe Juyeon just fell to the floor!” He exclaims which has Sakura laughing.

“What’d I miss?”

Haknyeon looks at you on the brink of tears before he retells the story. “Okay, because you know how Juyeon and I share a room?” You nod. “So, I told Juyeon to shut the lights off on his way to bed because I was ready to go to sleep. But somehow, he got lazy while walking so he had this genius idea to just jump to the bed.” At this point, your friend is laughing in between words, and the story has gone incomprehensible.

“And the next thing you know it, Haknyeon hears a sudden thump.”

You burst into laughter over the story. “You’re telling me he missed?!” The only answers you get are chortles from the two.

Preparations for VCT have fueled your anxiety for many reasons, possible losses and backlash to name a few, but Haknyeon and Sakura bring pockets of sunshine amidst the storm. If they weren’t here, you wouldn’t know how to deal with your worries.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Your mood shifts as your last teammate enters the room with an iced americano in his hand. You both lock eyes for a brief moment before you shift your gaze back to your friends, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Okay, hurry! Everyone, start fixing your setups,” Younghoon orders as he claps his hands, grabbing everyone’s attention.

You chose your seat in hopes that Jacob would sit beside you, making it easier for you both to discuss possible team strategies. Yet, the other in-game leader sits somewhere else, leaving Sunwoo to take the spot next to you. Your bubbly mood has turned sour.

“Anyway, today we will be having a practice match! So, what to expect is that…”

Younghoon’s words fall flat on your ears as your heartbeat fills your ears. As you try to fix your monitor and audio settings to fit your preferences, you hope that the anxiety will die down. Yet, you feel a pair of eyes stare a hole right into you—annoyance now accompanies your anxiety.

“Can you mind your own business and listen to Coach?” You raise the question, only loud enough for your annoying teammate to hear.

“I am paying attention.”

You scoff, “Oh, so you’ll listen now?” You rip your gaze away from the computer to glare at Sunwoo. “You didn’t listen to me last time.”

A few days ago, your team decided to scrimmage against the other members of the organization. It was a good way to practice before signing up for scrimmages against other teams participating.

Unfortunately for you, it was a match that solidified your dislike of the player. With every round, he found ways to get on your nerves, ignoring your comms and playing for himself to name a few. If you were going to be honest, you expected a bit more from Sunwoo—Sangyeon is right about his stance on the player.

Sunwoo shrugs, glancing at your coach who continues to explain today’s practice match. “I don’t know, your strats weren’t making sense last time. I trust Jacob more.”

You clench your fists as you close your eyes briefly in disbelief. “So, if it’s a man speaking, you’ll listen?” You shake your head in disbelief as you return your attention to the computer. “Jacob and I had the same plan, asshole.”

If Sunwoo wanted to defend himself, he’s not allowed to do so as Younghoon calls on both of your names. “Hey, are you listening?” The two of you nod profusely in a poor attempt to hide your conversation. “Okay then. For today’s scrimmage, you’ll be going against RUSH.”

There’s no way, right? “Sorry, did you say RUSH?” You earn a nod from him, and your world tilts on its axis. After how many years, it only took one scrimmage for you to reunite with your reasons behind why you stand in the pro scene today—Jeon Jungkook and Eric Sohn.

The three of you first met each other in university in a club full of people who liked to play video games. At first, you weren’t sure why you joined in the first place, dreading the possibility of dealing with men who would throw misogynistic comments towards you. Yet, the universe found a way to make sure you would enjoy your stay, gifting you two boys who became your best friends from university.

“Today is the perfect time to get to know your opponents, get a feel of what they do. I know that you guys have started playing together, trying to get a feel of what it’s like to play together, but I hope this scrimmage will build on it,” Younghoon says as your team quickly logs into their accounts on Discord.

Once you’ve logged in, you notice that Younghoon has sent you an invite to a Discord server. You accept it, greeted by the huge selection of teams participating, and you catch sight of RUSH in a voice channel. All of their gamer tags are recognizable, but two of them have stuck with you since your university days.

“You can all jump on the voice channel with them. Don’t forget to introduce yourselves.”

You’re the first to hop on a call and your teammates follow you shortly. Usually, you were the type to have someone lead the conversation, but to say you were excited to talk to your old friends would be an understatement. “Hi, everyone.”

“Oh my god, is that Y/N?” Jungkook asks, surprised by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Y/N?!” Eric’s microphone crackles over how loud he exclaims your name, and a grin rests on your lips over the reactions.

There they are. “I know, it’s been forever. I haven’t talked to you both since we graduated.”

The next thing you know, their faces appear on the screen; they don’t look too different from when you last saw them, but they’ve grown up. “Is it actually you?!” Jungkook asks. “I won’t believe it until I see you.”

A chuckle leaves your lips over your old friend’s words. “God, I’ll turn my cam on.” You click on the video icon, revealing your poor attempt to hold back your grin. “Happy now?”

“It’s been so long, what the fuck? I miss you! Congrats on your win!” Eric says. “Everyone, why don’t we turn on our cams?” Both his teammates and yours have turned their cameras on. “Let’s introduce ourselves.”

The introductions are quick. You learned the real names of Jungkook and Eric’s teammates; Choi Soobin, Jeon Wonwoo, and Lee Jeno. RUSH’s roster is a good selection of players. Your palms get sweaty as you hear your heartbeat in your ears—nothing could’ve prepared you for today’s scrimmage.

Before you can all agree to start the match, Sunwoo pops a question. “Sorry, how do you guys know each other?” You watch his expression through Discord, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Jungkook chuckles before saying, “We went to uni together, met in this club which we all left after our first year.” All he gets is a hum from your teammate, but you don’t miss the way Sunwoo looks off into nowhere, almost as if he’s irritated—you wonder why his mood shifted. “Anyway, are we ready to have our match?” You all hum in agreement before turning your cameras off.

“Alright, good luck and have fun!”

The worst Valorant matches are the ones that reach overtime. It’s 12 to 13 on Icebox in RUSH’s favor, and your team is on the brink of losing—only one win is needed and your opponent will leave victorious.

“I think we should go through mid and then make our way through A-site.”

You shake your head in disapproval. “No, Jacob, I think we should enter a site together instead. It’s risky to pass through mid since,” you glance at the leaderboard to check how many credits Jungkook has, “I have a strong feeling someone will use an operator.”

Although Jacob seems to consider your suggestion, a groan leaves Sunwoo. “Wouldn’t it be better to split up?”

“No, we’re not strong enough to fight our own battles. We need to play together, fight together.” You would like to think that your team can handle isolated battles, but you guys were weak against RUSH. Perhaps they had good reflexes or better game sense.

As the timer starts to count down, Jacob orders, “Okay, we’ll go with Y/N’s plan. The most important thing is that we don’t pick fights on our own and plant the spike.”

The round commences, and you all make your way into your positions; Sakura and Jacob slowly make their way through A-main while you go up to the belt. Haknyeon carefully sets up his trip wires and camera before joining you.

“I’m going to dart first.” Once you get your recon bolt out, you shoot it far enough to land on the wall; it catches the presence of Soobin and Wonwoo. The toxic screen goes up, perfectly concealing the site.

“Go!”

It happens all too quickly, shots fired and damage dealt and received. Before you know it, your team is dead—except for one who didn’t seem to listen to your plans.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you say as you spectate Sunwoo, watching that he’s making his way back to where you guys died, leaving mid. There are only two players that he needs to fight, Jungkook on Jett and Eric on Deadlock. You know the round is tense, and the last thing you want to do is aggravate him.

Thankfully, Sunwoo plants the spike, but he situates himself in a spot that wouldn’t allow him to reposition quickly. A pair of footsteps go up the stairs, signaling that someone is making their way to heaven.

For a moment, he keeps his gaze affixed to screens, but he looks back to A-main, expecting a flank, and he’s right; Eric comes into his vision.

You expect Sunwoo to win the fight, but when his body falls to the ground, a sigh leaves you. The mood has plummeted, sinking into murky waters of frustration, disappointment. “Fuck, sorry,” Sunwoo apologizes as he covers his mouth in frustration.

“It’s okay, you tried,” Jacob attempts to console his teammate. “Good work, everyone.”

The spike gets defused; HYST has lost against RUSH.

“Come on, let’s go hop on a call with them again.”

With that, your team follows Jacob’s orders. “Tight match everyone, but a fun one!” Wonwoo says.

“Yeah, thanks for the game,” Sakura responds, trying to stay in high spirits.

“Well, we have to get going. We have another scrimmage,” Eric starts. “Y/N, send me your number through DMs. Let’s hang with Jungkook.”

You hum, a small smile resting on your lips. “Sure, see you guys in Challengers.” With that, everyone leaves the voice channel.

While RUSH is probably celebrating their win, HYST is in low spirits. It’s a practice match, sure, but still a match nevertheless.

“Good work, everyone,” Younghoon says in an attempt to cheer everyone up. “I really liked the energy I saw from you guys. You all put up a good fight and fought together.”

Although everyone seems to hum in agreement with your coach, you don’t join in. “Why did you stray off?” You redirect your gaze to the boy beside you, only earning a frown. “Didn’t we agree to play together?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, but—”

“But what, Sunwoo? What could’ve been the reason for you to not enter with us and not follow the game plan?” You’re frustrated over everything; the stress of VCT, your loss against RUSH, your teammate who never listens to you.

“Hey, knock it off!” Younghoon gets in between you two. “Now is not the time to be fighting.” You and Sunwoo only glare at each other. “Cannot believe I’m dealing with a bunch of 5-year-olds,” he mutters under his breath.

“Jacob and Sakura, nice work in holding B-site, by the way. Haknyeon, you also did well holding A-site.” Then, your coach glances between you two. “Now, we still need to work on your coordination and teamwork.” It’s a statement for your whole team, but it feels as if it were directed at you and Sunwoo. You wish you sat out of VCT.

“You can go now.”

With that, everyone gets ready to exit the practice room. Your coach is the first one out. You think you’re at fault for causing stress on him but if only Sunwoo would work with you—listen, for the matter—then maybe you two wouldn’t be in this mishap.

“Hey, you two.” You look at Jacob who calls on you and Sunwoo. “Can you stay behind for a bit?” You glance at Haknyeon and Sakura who observe the interaction briefly. As you both nod, your other teammates have taken their leave.

Now, you stand in front of him with your teammate beside you. A sigh leaves him as he rubs his jaw while a frown rests on his face. You only see Jacob like this when he’s focused on his games, but never when it comes to dealing with issues like what your team (or you and Sunwoo, really) has.

“I know you two don’t like each other, and I still don’t know why.” You and Sunwoo exchange glances before ignoring each other once more. “But you understand that you both signed up for VCT, right? That means you will be playing many matches together.”

You’re aware that agreeing to represent HYST means having to work with Sunwoo. Your reasons for participating are enough to convince you that you handle all the upcoming matches with Sunwoo—all adversities will be dealt with. Yet, you couldn’t speak for your teammate.

“So, I’m asking that you guys focus on working together. I’m not asking you to make up or anything but to still be professional around each other. We still have to win the qualifiers, so no funny business, okay?”

Jacob was right. Your dispute is getting in the way of team dynamics, holding HYST back, and you didn’t want to inconvenience your team any further. With that, you nod, begrudgingly accepting Jacob’s request. You can spot Sunwoo nodding along with you in the corner of your eye.

“Okay, thanks. You can both go now.”

When you and Sunwoo leave the practice room, not a single word is exchanged.

ROUND 3: “DON’T LOOK SO SMUG, SUNWOO!”

Over the last months, you and your team have spent every waking hour on Valorant—practice, practice, practice, until you all felt satisfied.

To say you were sick of the game is an understatement, but some of your teammates try to make every minute enjoyable; Haknyeon would goof off some rounds and knife opponents from behind, Jacob would make comments that you never would’ve imagined leaving his mouth, and Sakura would ask questions about everyone before every round. You take your part in lifting the spirits and making these matches less monotonous by reading stories from the r/AmITheAsshole subreddit.

As for your relationship with Sunwoo, you’ve tried to keep it professional. During matches and strategizing phases, you would communicate with each other, exchanging ideas of how to win these games. Outside of those periods, however, were spent ignoring each other’s existence.

Thankfully, all those months of practicing didn’t go to waste—your team went against multiple organizations during Qualifiers, and now you’re on the last leg of the event. Only one more win is needed and your team makes it to Challengers.

Now, your team is in the practice room, head-to-head against another team. It’s 11 to 12 in your team’s favor on Ascent. It’s absurd that your opponents made a comeback from 3-9, but you’ll blame it on the superstition.

“Let’s play default. Their team tends to push out anyway,” Jacob orders before he takes a sip of water. “I’ll play by tiles while Sakura and Haknyeonie can go to A-site. Sunwoo and Y/N, play near B-site. Just make sure to not get caught by their Sova’s recon dart.” Everyone on your team agrees with Jacob’s plan.

The round commences. Just like what Jacob called out, a recon dart is thrown, but it doesn’t catch sight of you and Sunwoo. “Sova’s by B-site,” Sunwoo tells the team.

“I hear footsteps by tree,” Sakura starts, and Jacob takes it as his sign to smoke the cubby off. Before you know it, he takes a peek at mid and kills off the enemy team’s Gekko. Sakura flashes A-site before double-swinging with Haknyeon. “There are three players by A-site! Go to B-site!”

You and Sunwoo start to make your way through B-site. You walk in front of him, trying to smoke off hall and market. It should’ve occurred to you how weird it is that Sunwoo trails behind you, but it doesn’t, and you choose to enter the site.

The next thing you know, your body flops to the ground, and you let out a groan. As you spectate Sunwoo, he successfully trades you. “Spike down B,” the announcer voices out. Now, it’s a three versus one battle.

“Astra’s with me! Go plant,” Haknyeon calls out, and Sunwoo listens. He plants the spike like a breeze and situates himself in the boathouse.

Jacob tucks himself by mid, waiting for Astra to pass through spawn. “I can catch Astra off-guard while you try to pinch them,” he tells Haknyeon. Within a few seconds, he successfully lands his shots and kills Astra, securing HYST a win—your team will be participating in Challengers.

Everyone cheers, getting off their seats and huddling into a group hug. “Holy shit, Jacob! That was such a good 3K!” Haknyeon cheers as he’s overfilled with joy.

Your teammate tries to shrug off the compliments. “We all did good.”

A pair of arms wrap around you and Jacob. “That was an amazing play!” Younghoon is thrilled by today’s matches. “WE’RE GOING TO CHALLENGERS!”

It’s a dream come true; you’ll be competing on stage in front of a wider audience against teams who are more capable than you—who have more experience than you—but the journey has only started. You wonder what the upcoming months will have in store for you and your team—what will time do for you and Sunwoo?

You’re the first to break up from the hug, everyone else following along. “I’m going to call Sangyeon over,” your coach announces before making his way out of the practice room.

Then, Haknyeon pulls out his phone. “Wait, the guys are blowing up our group chat. I’ll just call them.”

Sunwoo is about to follow his teammates, but you grab hold of his forearm as you hold him back, and he frowns at you. “I need to talk to Sunwoo,” you smile at the other guys who only glance at each other, confused by your actions. Yet, they let the matter go, letting you deal with your business with him.

Sakura grabs your shoulder. “I’m going to call the team. Anything you want me to tell them?”

“I’ll tell them myself, it’s okay. You can go.”

With that, it was only you and your teammate.

You let go of his arm and a frown replaces the grin you once showed. “What was that during the last round?” As Sunwoo scrunches his eyebrows further, you groan. “You literally baited me.”

An exasperated sigh leaves him. “God, it’s not that serious.”

“Sunwoo, you’re playing duelist. You’re supposed to be entering sites for the team.”

“And I do!” He glares at you, annoyed by your complaints. “We still won. Can’t you just be happy that we made it to Challengers?”

That’s the thing you hate about playing with Sunwoo; if the outcome is good, he’ll turn a blind eye to his mistakes. How does he improve as a player if he doesn’t acknowledge his faults?

He’s about to turn away from you—make his way to his teammates and celebrate today’s win—but you grab his hand and pull him close to you. The sudden action almost has him toppling over you, and thankfully, his reflexes are quick enough to make sure you both don’t fall.

But the distance between you two is smaller, his eyes wide while yours remain stern. He holds his breath while yours grazes his skin.

You’ve never seen him this way—compliant, obedient—and it’s a sight to behold, one you’d like to keep for yourself. If only he were like this to you, then maybe you wouldn’t—no, snap out of it.

“Sunwoo.” He gulps at the way you call his name. “I’m your controller, I’m supposed to stay alive longer to support you.” You hold his gaze. “Try to keep this behavior up during the rest of VCT, I dare you.”

There’s malice laced in your tone, an attempt to make him cower—obey—over your threat, and you know your job is successful when Sunwoo doesn’t try to retort. He has every opportunity to retort—rile you up like all other times—and yet, he remains silent.

With that, you let go of his hand, stepping away to give you both room to breathe. Patches of warmth litter all over your skin, from your neck to your chest. To have Sunwoo look at you like that has—

“Guys!” Younghoon comes back rushing into the room with Sangyeon trailing behind him. You catch sight of the smile that rests on your manager’s face, clearly proud of your team. “Let’s look at the list of the teams who made it to Challengers.”

Your coach fiddles with the television remote and opens up the stream. Just in time, you’re able to look through the teams who made it to the next event. As you spot HYST in a sea of esteemed teams, fulfillment bubbles within you.

Yet, you know the battle doesn’t end here. RUSH makes the cut—will your team remain victorious or will it meet its demise?

ROUND 4: “YOU’RE HERE TO TAKE MY KILLS, SUNWOO? LET’S MAKE IT A COMPETITION.”

You were lying when you said you were sick of Valorant. There were other games you could be playing, Minecraft, Overwatch, and Stardew Valley to name a few. Yet, here you are, playing your favorite (read: most hated) game for today’s stream.

“I won’t lie, I’m not sure why I’m playing this game on stream,” you chuckle. “Like, I could be playing something else to save my mental health.” The comments keep coming as you ramble, trying to kill time.

keybladetwo: CONGRATS IN PLAYOFFS!!! GOODLUCK IN CHALLENGERS orangecheeko: HYST TAKEOVER 🔥🔥🔥 hungrydinosaur: the 3k bae did last round was INSANE

A flood of compliments comes your way, making you smile. “Awe. Thanks, everyone! I still can’t believe I’ll be playing for Challengers, and then there’ll be Masters and Champions.”

reingoaway: how was it like playing with the others :O noxturnal: U and Jacob on the same team must be crazy! Aren’t u both IGLs

A hum leaves you as you think over your answers. “It’s fun for the most part,” you admit. “I mean, it took us a while to get used to each other’s playstyles, but I’d like to think that the practice paid off.”

You fiddle around with your Valorant collection, changing skins on some firearms. “I’d like to think Jacob and I do pretty well in strategizing in the middle of matches. Sure, we have our fair share of contrasting opinions but we always consider each other’s ideas.”

Although the time you spend practicing with your team can be tiresome, your teammates try to make every round enjoyable. It’s thanks to them that you’re able to deal with the weight of VCT for the most part. There is burnout that comes from playing the same game at a pro level—at least you have most of your teammates to thank for the most part.

tagmeup: Will you play with nuguri? ailguriluver: YEAA u guys go crazy together ashfallen: nuguri & ailurus stream 🙏

You would’ve ignored it as you used to with all other streams, but your chat seems to flood the same question; there’s no escape even in the safety of your own channel. “Uh,” you scratch the back of your neck, “I didn’t really plan to stream with nuguri.”

nugunuguwho: He’s on stream right now!

“He is?” You bite the inside of your cheek as you type out his username on Twitch. His profile shows up, showing that he’s live, and you adjust your stream so that it shows your browser. Now, your audience can see that you’ve searched him up.

Once you click his stream, you are greeted with the words “DEFEAT” flashing on the screen. “Aish, fuck this game!” On the top left corner of the screen is your teammate, all dressed in a gray hoodie with hair messier than usual, and frames resting on the bridge of his nose. He leans back on his chair, tonguing the inside of his cheek out of frustration from losing a match.

The screen shifts to the match summary, showing that he’s currently 00RR in Ascendant 3. “Man, you would think that people in these ranks would at least understand to comm!” He then showcases his match history and—holy shit, it’s a red carpet. “Guys, it’s not looking good.”

You hide your smile behind the back of your hand. Although you make comments about how terrible of a player Sunwoo is, you would’ve never imagined him to be on such a horrendous losing streak.

(At the same time, it could be the fault of his teammates, but you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. He’s an awful player, point blank.)

“Ailurus is on my stream?” You are snapped out of your thoughts as he mentions your gamer tag. “How do you know?” He scrunches his eyebrows as he reads the chat. “They’re streaming?”

You rush to close the window and frown at the camera. “I can’t believe you guys sold me out!” As you shake your head, you shift your stream back to the game. “I was trying to spy on him! Anyway, I’m going to queue up because I cannot have Sunwoo ruining my win streak.”

You’re about to queue into a game, hoping to end the discussion, but your eyes catch sight of a familiar name and you halt your movements.

nuguri: r u down to play?

It’s an internal battle—should you pretend you didn’t see Sunwoo’s message or should you fake your relationship with him?

Time ticks. The more you contemplate, the more you realize that you can’t play off that you saw his message in a sea of unfamiliar usernames. You’ve dug up your hole—there’s no turning back now.

“Okay, add my alt account.” Not a single mention of his name, and yet, your audience knows exactly who you’re talking to. The chat is filled with messages of excitement.

A friend request has been sent to you. “Is “sawako’s bf” your fucking alt?” Your gaze shifts to the chat, waiting for a message from Sunwoo.

nuguri: check discord

You roll your eyes before accepting his request on Valorant before opening up Discord. Another friend request has come in, and—is that a Smiski as his display picture? Your mouth parts open as you accept his request. Before you can shoot him a message, he calls you, and you don’t think twice before picking it up.

“I didn’t know you liked Smiskis,” you admit, surprised by the sight of the figurine. The sight of your profile picture, a Smiski from a different series, beside his photo is humorous—who would’ve thought that you two would match? “I didn’t even know you had another Discord account.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “I mean, you just don’t look like the type you know? You reek of “loser e-boy that can’t do shit” energy.” As you hear him gasp, you chuckle.

Perhaps it helped to interact with Sunwoo in front of an audience. You can say diss him if you wanted, boiling it down to banter, and no one would question it.

“First off, I have a Discord account for work and another one for just personal use. And second, I am not a fuckass e-boy.” His defensive energy has you rolling your eyes. “Hey, I see you rolling your eyes!”

“The fuck? Get out of my stream,” you say as you glance at the camera. As you go back to Valorant, you see that you’re invited to Sunwoo’s party. Once you accept the invite, Sunwoo queues you both up for a Ranked match. “If we lose, I’m blaming it on you.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault that I lost all my matches today.”

You bite on the inside of your cheek, holding back your laughter just in case he’s still watching your stream. “Okay, whatever you say. I know you only peaked Immortal 1.”

“Immortal 1 is a good rank! What are you trying to say?” A chuckle leaves him as he says those words, clearly knowing that he’s unfortunately not like you who is currently ranked at Immortal 2.

“I think you just want me to boost you.”

“Match found,” the announcer voices out. You are greeted by the opening screen of Sunset.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m down on my luck that I need someone to boost me.” Sarcasm is evident in his tone, and you can’t help but laugh. The screen then shifts to agent select. “What’s good, everyone?” A bad attempt at deep voice leaves Sunwoo as he talks to a team full of strangers.

You’re thrown back by the sudden tone shift, causing a giggle to leave you. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Go! Talk to the team.” You shake your head as if he can see you. (Maybe he’s still watching you, after all.) He hovers over Reyna before telling you, “It won’t hurt.”

The thing about you is that you would never talk to a team full of strangers, but you don’t think twice when you say, “I’m good,” before hovering over Omen.

“There we go!” He exclaims in your call. You try to hold back your grin.

Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long. “Didn’t you mean to hover over Sage?” A stranger on your team asks.

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Because you’re a woman.”

You should’ve seen this coming—there’s a reason why you don’t like to speak in this game.

“Just because I’m born a woman doesn’t mean I need to play that agent. I can play Skye if we need a healer,” you suggest, trying to keep your cool over what the stranger says.

“Nah, Skye might be too complex for you.”

You’re thinking if you should just lock in on Omen or retort, but both choices lead to an outcome where they’ll constantly be on your ass. Before you can make a decision, however, someone speaks.

“Hey, let them play whoever they want to play. You can play Sage if you really want,” Sunwoo cuts into the conversation, hoping to diffuse the situation. But when a chuckle leaves the stranger, you know it’s far from reaching that.

“Ah, I see how it is. How’s the head?”

You’ve officially reached your limit, and it seems Sunwoo has reached his as well. “This shit isn’t worth it,” Sunwoo ends the conversation with that. Before you know it, you’re back in the lobby, alone. “Sorry, I quit the game. Just give me a second to boot it up.”

As you hear those words, warmth surges within you. You don’t like your teammate at all and he’s never given you any reason to treat him with kindness, but just this one action is enough to make you see him in a different light—is he rotten to the core or have you been blinded this whole time?

Before you know it, he requests to join your party, and you accept the invite. When your eyes catch sight that he’s deranked to Ascendant 2, it hits you that he lost some RR just to avoid playing with the player who was giving you a hard time.

(Would it be bad to hope he did it for you?)

You hop in the queue to find another match.

It’s quiet for a moment; the mood has been ruined by some stranger on Valorant. Yet, Sunwoo seems to have something under his sleeve, a way to lift your spirit. “What if we pick each other’s agents?”

“This is a ranked match. You know that, right?”

Sunwoo lets out a groan. “I know that! But think about how fun it would be! We can play each other’s mains!”

“Do you really want to play Omen or Sova?” The screen then shows you’ll be playing on Pearl. “I thought you wanted to win some games.”

“Hey, I can definitely play those agents!” You roll your eyes over his words, clearly not believing him. “Let’s make it a competition. Whoever gets placed on top of the leaderboard wins, but you play Raze while I play Omen.”

A hum leaves you as you contemplate his proposal. “What’s the prize?”

“Well,” Sunwoo pauses, thinking over what can be done. “What if the winner gets their wish granted by the loser?”

“A wish? What type of wish?”

“Well, that’s for us to determine in our own time.”

You should’ve said no—why would you agree to such a bet with the one guy you can’t stand being in a room with? But the problem is that your pride is on the line, and you wanted to prove to Sunwoo that you could do his job better as a duelist.

So, you don’t think twice when you say, “Ah, fuck it. Let’s do it.”

You should’ve played Raze earlier on in your esports career. The match passes you like a breeze, entering and clearing sites and shots landing on your opponents every round. You don’t remember having this much fun playing Raze for the first time.

But somehow, the universe didn’t listen to your wishes—Sunwoo sits on the top of the leaderboard while you’re under him.

“Fuck! I only needed one assist and I would’ve beaten you.” As you complain, your teammate laughs.

“Ah, I wonder what I should have you do for me.”

You roll your eyes before looking at the time. “God, it’s that late already? I think I’m gonna end the stream already.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ll be back.” Before you know it, he deafens himself on Discord.

A sigh leaves you before you briefly look through the chat. “Sorry guys, I’m gonna end it early. I still need to pack my suitcase for Challengers next week.” There’s a mix of comments, ones that beg you to stay while others that thank you for today’s stream. “I’ll try to stream again before I leave but no promises. Bye, everyone! Hope you enjoy the rest of your days!”

With that, you end the stream. Another good stream out of you despite how short it was.

The most surprising thing to come out of this stream is that you were enjoying your time with Sunwoo. Whether it may be from the later hours of the day or just a front that he was putting up for the audience, you didn’t want to think too much of it. You’ll accept it for what it is now.

As you quit out of some of your applications, you look back at Discord to see that he’s back.

For a moment, it’s quiet. There’s an internal struggle within you—should you thank him for what he said earlier or not?

You didn’t want to call attention to the issue anymore. Unfortunately, you’ve had your fair share of experiences with misogyny throughout your life, and it pained you to say that this wasn’t the worst thing you’ve heard.

But he beats you to it, almost as if he was bothered by the silence, and says, “I’ll think about the wish for a bit, just want to think of my options.”

A groan rips out of you. “Don’t make me do anything stupid, please.”

He hums for a moment, almost as if he was considering your request, but you know who he is. “No guarantee! I’ll see you soon.”

Before you can retort, he ends the call. You stare blankly at your screen. If you thought Sunwoo was okay, you were absolutely wrong. He’s still a shithead.

But when you get in bed, you stare at the ceiling for a moment, and you can’t wipe off the grin that rests on your lips.

God, you need to sleep.

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The Omega Library 7/10

Loona/Artms/Loossemble Multiple Members -Let's go to the mall! -[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?" -What would Zeus do? Heejin -Classic -[JHJX-210] "My Class President Caught Me Masturbating, But Instead of Stopping Me, She Made Me Touch Myself So Hard That I Came All Over Myself!" -Post match activities -Take the shot -Gift -One hop ahead of you feat. Nana -She's Rough And Coarse And Gets Everywhere -Winter weather advisory -Transcendance/Pareidolia -Transcendance/Pareidolia pt. 2 -Just another day -The Wrong Person -Aphrodite Haseul -Worth your while -Lottery Earnings -Anniversary Gowon -It's not you, it's me Olivia Hye/Hyeju -Drunken -One of the boys -Extra Hour Jinsoul -Nighthawk -Treatment -Under the sky -It's not you, it's me Kim Lip -Worth your time -Worth your risk Hyunjin -On her paws -Rave-up Chuu -CCDI-0401 -Prey -Twelve NewJeans Danielle -It started with a Youtube video -Cool with you Hanni -Plaid -Niche -Polyamorous pt. 1 -Wrong place -Con te partiro Minji -Double Fantasy -On her jeans pt. 1 -On her jeans pt. 2 -Her Highness -You don't even know my name, do you? -Stress Relieving -You can't miss a doctor's appointment

NiziU Nina -Heartris

NMIXX Haewon -Show of strength -Trouble -Beach Day -Revenge pt. 1 -Revenge pt. 2 -Untitled -Untitled pt. 2 -More than you know -Hate Haewon

Sullyoon -Diamond Eyes -Cheating Jiwoo -Sheep turned wolf(or monster)

Lily -The girl with a broken spine -Christmas gift -Perfect -A flying fuck

#smut #kpop #girl group #TheOmegaLibrary #twice #triples #stayc #red velvet

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pb-littleverse · 7 months

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little!Hyunjin's Part 2 to the previous request, little!Heejin and little!Hyunjin both in different girl groups now and feeling miserable not being able to see each other as much.

Part 1

Tensions have been high today in the Loossemble dorms, and Kahei is only a few steps shy from the end of her rope.

She had already had to put Hyeju in timeout today. Her baby wolf once again decided to mock Chaewonnie until she cried tears of frustration.

Now, it’s Chae’s turn in the corner, having left teeth marks in Hyeju’s hand in a disagreement over a game, and then biting her on the ankle to try and stop her from tattling.

She loves her little girls, even when one lives to antagonize, and the other likes to act out as a literal ankle biter. She loves all of them fiercely.

But with Chaewonnie acting up more than usual lately, Hyeju taunting her for it, and Yeojin sleeping like a baby (literally in her baby headspace), Kahei can’t deny that some help at a time like this would be appreciated.

But through everything today, Hyunjin has been suspiciously quiet. She had wanted time to herself earlier, as she often does most free afternoons. But it’s now past dinnertime, and Kahei realizes that she hasn’t seen Hyunjin for hours.

Worry sparks through her when she knocks on her bedroom door, only to get no response. Conflicted relief takes over when Kahei finds her facedown on the living room sectional instead.

She’s wearing her kitty collar, which means she’s little. While Hyunjin is one of the most reliable caregivers, the tradeoff is that Aeongie can be one of their most unpredictable littles–hence the agreement to put a bell collar on her.

What’s concerning, however, is that she hasn’t heard that bell ringing once today, which means Aeongie has either been cooped up in her room, or else moping here on the couch all evening.

Kahei’s heart aches for her little girl, but she can’t repress a sigh. She’s tired, and consoling Aeongie is always a tossup.

Still, Kahei shakes herself into a steady, gentle tone before confronting her sulky darling.

“Aeongie, baby, are you doing okay?” she asks.

Aeongie huffs, blowing a big, grumpy breath out of her mouth.

“Wan’ cereal,” she pouts.

Kahei has to strain to hear her. The corner of her mouth quirks up into a smile, and she has to hold her knuckles to her own mouth to keep from giggling.

There’s no question: it’s terrible seeing Hyunjin upset, but Kahei can’t always help her urge to laugh at inappropriate times. Here with Aeongie’s head crammed between the cushions of the sectional is no exception.

“Cereal, really?” she asks, raising an eyebrow fondly. “For dinner?”

Aeongie’s furious nodding is hard to argue with. Kahei isn’t normally one to indulge demands that are made without a “Please” before them, but since she’s the one who didn’t think to check on Aeongie at dinnertime, she accepts it as a fair enough bargain.

Kahei prepares Aeongie’s favorite mix: Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Lucky Charms, with a generous marshmallow-to-cereal ratio as a treat, and doused in cold milk.

“It looks like my kitty cat could use a pick-me-up,” she muses, setting the bowl down in front of Aeongie and taking the armchair at the end of the coffee table.

“T’ank you,” Aeongie mutters.

“You’re so welcome, baby.” Kahei smiles, pleased by Aeongie’s manners and rocking in her chair to give her time to eat.

Only after a wild descent upon the bowl does Aeongie cough up what’s bothering her.

“Miss Heekkie,” she grumbles, her spoon roughly clattering as she drops it into the cleared bowl.

“You miss Heekkie?” Kahei smiles. This is about what she expected. “That sounds like something a good playdate at the ARTMS dorm can help with, no?”

What surprises Kahei is the stormy conviction on Aeongie’s brow only hardening at the suggestion.

“Don’ wanna,” she hisses, swiftly shambling across the floor and plopping herself down in Kahei’s lap.

If there was a fight between her and Heekkie, Kahei knows nothing about it. She racks her brain, knowing there’s no chance of prying further while Aeongie is like this. She’s at least willing to lean into Kahei’s touch while she strokes her hair. That’s a good sign, anyways.

After giving it some thought, she switches her tactic.

“Do you need to get some energy out, baby? Do you want to play in your box?”

The box came with their dorm’s new refrigerator. Their company had it delivered not long into everyone moving in, after the girls agreed to let ARTMS keep LOONA’s old one. The day that Kahei and Hyeju managed to get it running, no one could locate Aeongie.

After a thorough search of the dorm, they found her napping in the box. She looked even more precious and peaceful than if she had been in her own bed. As such, they kept it around as a sort of playhouse for Aeongie.

But now, something pitiful crosses Aeongie’s face at the mention of the box. She buries her face in Kahei’s lap and frantically mumbles something. Worry flares up in Kahei.

“Speak up for me, honey?” she coaxes.

“I put a hole in it!” Aeongie bawls, suddenly banging her fists against the arm of the chair and threatening to fall out of Kahei’s lap.

And that throws Kahei for a loop. She wants to ask Aeongie what in the world happened to get her this worked up. But first, she allows her little girl the space to cry herself out.

“Oh, kitten,” she hums. “Can Momma touch your head?”

Aeongie nods vigorously, throwing herself in a wild, sprawling adjustment out in Kahei’s lap. Once she’s settled, Kahei presses her fingertips into Aeongie’s scalp and massages in slow circles. Tears slide down her cheeks and onto Kahei’s pants as she lifts herself higher onto her lap.

After a minute of gentle rocking in Kahei’s hold, Aeongie finally spills.

“Don’ wan’ Heekkie to see me when I’m not fun,” she blubbers.

Hearing it just about cracks Kahei’s heart in two, but she remains steady.

“But, baby, don’t you think Heekkie is sad too?”

Aeongie shakes her head with a grunt, smudging more tears into Kahei’s shirt. But after thinking about it a little longer, she relents.

“I don’ know,” she murmurs.

They stay like that, Kahei holding her close, until Aeongie eventually grows restless. She rolls down and onto the floor, tugging insistently for her Momma to follow.

With Kahei’s help, Aeongie trudges along to show her what happened to the box. Kahei finds that she had indeed punched a hole through in a moment’s tantrum, and even flattened it some as well.

Aeongie’s lip quivers as she surveys the damage. Kahei shushes her comfortingly, and they gradually work towards a solution that Aeongie can agree with.

She allows Kahei to cut a bigger hole in the side of the box. When it’s ready, Aeongie sits pensively in the cockpit of her new “spaceship,” assessing the changes to her favorite toy.

Kahei chews her lip as she watches. This is Aeongie, or Hyunjin– always their brave commander. This is Aeongie/Hyunjin, who went through every phase of grief to secure the formation of this group.

This is Aeongie/Hyunjin, who stayed behind with Kahei and saved her from being stranded alone at their old company.

After looking the box over from every angle, Aeongie turns and stares up at Kahei with big, pleading eyes.

On cue, Kahei pushes up against the back of the box, driving her around on the carpet. Aeongie bursts into squeals and Kahei, feeling gratified, finds the nerve to add sound effects.

Aeongie will still need time and space to wallow. Kahei will cherish moments like these in the meantime, taking any opportunity to put a smile on her face.

Their brave commander will pick herself up when she’s ready. Of that, Kahei has no doubt.

#kpop agere #age regression #agere loona #loona hyunjin #loona vivi #request #anon 🦦

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loonamblr · 1 year

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If tomorrow

Loona Olivia Hye x Gowon

The place where she calls home is the place where she’s not alone.

author’s note: Hello everyone, It’s been a while since I posted a work, so I hope you guys will like this. The songs of Dreane inspire it. Please check them out—Credit to my friends who helped and motivated me to write this story.

warning: angst

One thing Hyeju did growing up was barely show her emotions to the people surrounding her, making them misunderstand and have no idea what her true feelings were all the time.

But of course, her family and closest friends are excluded from those people.

She is often taken for granted whenever she tries to express her feelings. For her, it wasn't hard to act like this

This misunderstanding causes them to make decisions ahead without asking her opinions. "It's very out of your character." or "Because I thought you were like this." Those are the things she often hears from other people. It's a shame they'll jump to conclusions and do things they thought she was "unable" to do.

She badly wants to grow out of this character.

Hyeju went home to their home country to continue her studies.

“Finally, Home” she murmured.

“The place that gives me comfort.

It is a place where I can be the real me.

And brings the best out of me.”

Time passed by pretty quickly

Days became a week, and weeks became months

Indeed, many things have taken place since Chaewon happened.

Hyeju still remembers the first interaction between the two of them. She seems like a calm person. Everything that Chaewon loves to do is also Hyeju's interest. They always vibe together, thus the start of their friendship. It's not surprising that they both start showing their love for each other; it is a slow burn. There's a saying, "slow burn love takes time to grow," but theirs did not. Maybe because they were meant to be together, but they did it wrong. Neither of them dared to talk about their growing love for each other, which made the other one to move on about it.

Hyeju still cannot believe that she's gone this far. These past few weeks got out of hand, especially Chaewon. She didn't know what and how it happened, but one thing was for sure, it was not the same as before. What made Hyeju pissed a lot was that Chaewon was silent about what was going on, which made her suffocated in her thoughts and confused for weeks until the present day.

The real thing is that she is aware.

Hyeju isn’t dumb not realize what is happening. She is just afraid to admit it to herself.

Because of her old habit, Hyeju struggles to admit her true feelings to other people. It’s hard for her to show her genuine side, so she chooses to do it slowly. However, in the process of her doing it, she lost her.

She lost Chaewon

That’s when she realized everything she never wanted before to be lost again.

Hyeju only wanted someone once Chaewon came. She made her realize that she needed those things that Chaewon did to her.

Maybe too late to save the "something" between them

But not too late to save herself from her own suffocating thoughts

Hyeju drove three hours away from the town on her motorcycle. Looking at the calmness of the sea made her thoughts subside for a minute. She admires the sunrise that she doesn’t want to see again.

She brought a cigarette to her lips and lit it up, a perfect breakfast during these times.

That day Hyeju couldn't function at all. After she went home from her ride, she didn’t do anything the whole morning.

The silence in her room can make an average person deaf, but not for Hyeju. Her thoughts are deafening. She threw the box of cigarettes in her bin before opening another box. Her anxiety was displayed on the number of cigarettes she consumed that morning.

After taking one last hit on a cigarette, Hyeju messaged Chaewon if they could meet in the nearby park. Not long after, Chaewon replied.

"Sure"

She confessed.

Hyeju said all of the things she wanted to say, from her confusions to her feelings towards Chaewon without expecting her to reciprocate it.

Because she knew. She knew that Chaewon likes someone else now, and it's not her.

And also, they both knew they were not like they were before. They may not say it, but a lot has changed. Chaewon changed.

After that, Hyeju felt at ease. A peace of mind is suddenly served to her.

A peace of mind that even a ton of cigarettes and long drives cannot match.

Hyeju gave her a regretful smirk, as Chaewon spoke to her with a whiff of sadness in her voice. These feelings were evident in her voice when Chaewon said she had previously liked Hyeju

Nodding her head, Hyeju told her it was fine.

which is obviously not.

A week after what happened in the park, many things had changed. Hyeju slowly distances herself to Chaewon to give her space and also she is afraid to make the latter uncomfy.

That week, Hyeju caught a flu. She visited the hospital, where the doctor examined her and gave her prescription medication to help her feel better. But soon after, she started to develop bruises on various parts of her body. She also gets tired quickly.

It's 3 am, and Hyeju's head is killing her. She can't move because of this pain. Her cousin, her roommate, was awakened by her grunts and the pain escaping her lips. Minutes go by, and Hyeju can't seem to notice that she's falling asleep. The rage and regret radiate in their room, cold and empty, just like what she feels right now.

That morning, she woke up in the white room surrounded by her family. By their expression, Hyeju knows something is up and serious.

She was diagnosed with leukemia.

One thing’s for sure; she doesn’t want to undergo therapy. However, her family is persistent.

Hyeju stopped studying after discharge from the hospital and returned to her family's home, where she locked herself in her chilly room. The only times Hyeju was spotted in their home were at lunch and dinner.

Her mother has been highly concerned about Hyeju's recent behavior. Her daughter requires immediate medical attention, but she consistently refuses. Hyeju has already informed her family that she does not want anyone to know about her condition. Still, due to Hyeju's stubborn nature, her mother has asked Chaewon for help persuading her to seek treatment.

As soon as Chaewon learned that Hyeju had leukemia, she texted the taller girl immediately to receive nothing, neither on read. She tried to call her nonstop, but it appeared that Hyeju's phone was turned off.

Chaewon left with no other choice than to go to Hyeju's house.

A knock on Hyeju's door one afternoon startled her out of sleep. Since her parents and siblings were at work that day, she was unsure who it was. The unexpected guest pushed Hyeju to freeze as she opened the door.“C-chaewon? Why are you here?” Hyeju questioned, her tone indicating her surprise.

Instead of receiving a reply, she received a warm and tight hug from the other girl. She almost lost her balance by this sudden action, hence she hugged her back.

Hyeju misses this moment. She misses having her close by.

Where she felt safe and sound.

“You lost a lot of weight, Hyeju.” Chaewon started after they settled down in Hyeju’s bed.

“Yeah, I know.” The other girl responded in a mellow tone.

Chaewon looked at her and studied her face. Hyeju’s lips are dry and her face is very pale.

“You should get a treatment, Hyeju.” the girl started, trying to persuade Hyeju.

Chaewon didn’t stop until Hyeju agreed to have chemotherapy. Hyeju listened to her carefully and began to consider treatment.

She wants to do it not because of herself, but because of Chaewon.

She understands that, even as a friend, she still wants to be with her. She still desires to see her and speak with her. Because Chaewon is her peace, she becomes her will to survive in this chaotic world.

After hours of talking and persuading, It’s time for Chaewon to go home.

“I’ll send you home.” Hyeju used to say things like this regularly, but due to the current circumstances, Chaewon is worried about the other girl.

“You don’t have to, Hyeju. It’s better if you stay at home and rest.” Chaewon said in her soft voice.

“Chaewon, please. After this, I promised that I will start my chemotherapy.” persistence is visible in Hyeju's voice.

Chaewon simply regarded the woman's gaze and nodded in agreement to send her home.

Not so long after, they both got into the car and took their way to Chaewon’s house.

Hyeju opened the door of her car for Chaewon and she hugged her for the last time.

“Keep your promise, Hyeju. We have to see each other again.” Chaewon smiled at her bitterly after removing her arms around the taller girl.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Hyeju smiled one last time before nodding her head and driving away to Chaewon’s house.

She felt more motivated now after she met her.

Hyeju is all by herself again on this cold night.

She discovers while lost in thought that she is still interested in Chaewon. The only medication or treatment she requires right now is Chaewon.

A new motivation to keep going is served to her.

“I am not late, right?” she murmur to herself

A deep sigh left her lips before she felt a huge impact making her car thrown meters away.

Hyeju got struck by the truck she failed to see coming her way.

She grunts as she tries to open her eyes. Hyeju realized she and her car were upside down.

A sudden pain on her head and body made her close her eyes.

For the last time, Hyeju didn’t seem to notice that she’s falling asleep.

Falling asleep without assurance of waking up tomorrow.

Sadly, She’s late.

Late to turn things around

Late to realize things could’ve been fixed sooner

Late to realize she was running out of time

And late to realize that Home is not a place

#loona #loona scenarios #loona imagines #loona angst #olivia hye scenarios #olivia hye imagines #gowon scenarios #gowon imagines #loonamblr #loona fic #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #olivia hye #gowon #yyxy

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k-comfyspace · 2 years

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Wow

Star: Loona

Idea: Yes

Love: Hi, may I ask dreamcatcher and loona's reaction to see their additional member's(maknae) abs for the first time because they always wear oversized clothes but in ot's scenario version, please? Thank you-!

Hello! I saw your 'Dreamcatcher reaction to seeing their 8th members abs' and I liked it so much...I was wondering if you could make a version for Loona too. I love your works a lot!! Hope you stay healthy!

A/n: I decided to put these similar requests together since I already made one for dc c:

"Thank you for the help, unnie!" You thanked your teacher, watching the older woman bow back and pack her things. This leaves you alone in the room to rest. When the door closed, you sat down on the floor, deciding not to spread all your sweat on the couch, and closed your eyes.

You finished practicing with your choreographer, and the older girl accepted your call about needing help with your performance. She gladly helped you, albeit spending a few more hours than she was supposed to. She was glad that you came forward to ask her. Both of you spent all day, in the practice room, going over all the points you had a hard time with. Luckily, you were able to get it, after receiving a few pointers from your teacher before she left.

It was just you at the company; your members had their own schedules and you didn’t want to lie down on your bed all day. Which is what led you to your practice room.

Then the door suddenly opened. Heejin, Hyunjin, Chaewon, and Hyeju come in to see a body on the floor. "Y/n, come on, it’s time to go. Haseul Unnie said we’re ordering tonight." You sat up when you heard her voice, not noticing the way they all froze when you did. Casually, you stood up to pack your things, your four members following you with their eyes.

You don’t notice it, but they were shocked to see your attire: a crop top and sweatpants. While you're usually wearing a fluffy hoodie, they weren’t complaining when you had a change of wardrobe. And because of your change in clothes, it was the first time that they saw your midriff in full display.

It showed your hard work throughout the years, the countless hours you spent with Heejin in the gym. They never got to see you that bare, so they were shamelessly looking, following you with their eyes before you walked towards them with furrowed eyebrows.

"Is everyone alright?" You asked, snapping them out of their dreams as their faces slowly got painted in pink. Heejin was the first to clear her throat, lowering her head as she led the way, followed by you as the other three ogled when you passed.

By the time you boarded the van, four of the girls scrambled to sit next to you, pushing each other. You were confused at their actions, and while the three girls were too busy arguing, Hyeju slipped beside you, arms around your waist while resting her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head against the younger girl’s, slightly amused by your members’ antics. "What are you guys doing?"

You successfully made them stop, turning their heads towards you as their jaws dropped when they saw a grinning wolf already holding you. The remaining girls awkwardly covered up their fight and got inside the van, throwing a weak glare at Hyeju, who hid her smile under your chin, carefully caressing your skin beneath her fingertips.

Throughout the ride, Hyeju kept sliding her thumb across your midriff, feeling the soft skin. Sometimes she picks at your skin, making a giggle leave your lips before pushing her hand away. The wolf laughs when she hears your sounds of enjoyment, but not a few seconds have passed and she is already repeating her actions.

You didn’t mind; you found her actions cute, your soft spot for the younger girl showing up as you squished your cheeks on her head. Meanwhile, Hyeju hid her flared cheeks. The feel of your abs under her fingertips made her feel things. She wasn’t one to be fond of those things, but the rareness of the occurrence made her react, taking advantage of your new decision to show off your hard work, and while it was never your intention, Hyeju liked to think so.

Maybe she was enjoying it too.

By the time you arrived at the dorm, Hyeju was busy gathering her things, and another girl took it as a chance to take her turn. Then an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you beside her. Lifting your head, Heejin’s crescent eyes greeted you, making you mirror her smile. She led you towards the dorm, leaving the rest of the girls who pouted at the first girl’s slyness, while Hyeju pouted when she saw you leave.

Both of you got inside the lift first, Heejin walking behind you as she enclosed you in a back hug. Through the mirror inside, you noticed her flushed cheeks, still a happy smile on her face while you were mindlessly browsing your phone. The older girl caressed your sides, causing shivers to run down your arm because of the relaxing gestures. Then she rested her hands above your stomach as you instinctively rested your hands on top of hers, feeling the warmth that emanated from her palms.

Heejin felt like exploding. Her face was absolutely flushed, but the soft smile remained on her face. Every day she could see her abs, often proud of the work she’d done. There was something about yours that made her want to touch since, throughout all her sessions, this was the first time she had seen you wear something other than a hoodie. She had to make the most of it.

So, from exiting the lift to your dorms, she kept a hand around your waist, rubbing your sides until begrudgingly separating when you entered the dorm.

As you hung your keys and took off your shoes, you could hear some of your members talking and working in the kitchen, walking down the hall before seeing Sooyoung, Kahei, and Haseul working in the kitchen. Jinsol and Yerim sat on the stools near the island, talking to the older girls before their attention shifted when you came into view.

Upon seeing too much skin than they anticipated, Yerim’s eyes opened wide, while Jinsol’s jaw dropped to the counter. You approached them to see what was for dinner, failing to notice the two girls who couldn’t believe their eyes. You looked over Sooyoung’s shoulder, peeking at the food. "What’s for dinner?"

Your voice startled the dancer, but luckily she didn’t have anything to spill. She turned around to smack you. However, she was caught off guard. Much like the two other girls, Sooyoung was stunned to see you dressed that way. Her face grew a shade of red as her eyes wandered to your stomach.

She was blatantly looking, forgetting about the food she had in the pot, but lucky for her, Haseul was able to snap her out of it when she saw a tiny bit of smoke. The dancer shook her head, turning around to attend to her food. Her lips were shut but her mind was running. Her face was red and her heart felt like it was coming out of her chest. It was rare to see such a sight. She was fortunate that the others were too occupied to tease her. She wasn’t easily flustered, and you just did it without even knowing.

"Y/n go clean yourself, we’ll be done in a few minutes," Haseul instructed without looking at you, focusing on what she was cooking. You nodded in compliance, turning your heels and padding to your room, passing by Jinsol and Yerim, who kept staring at you before you turned the corner in the hallway. As if you had the perfect timing, Jiwoo came out of her room once she caught the aroma of the food.

She had her head down on her phone. However, when she turned around, everything seemed to stop. Her eyes widened as her phone dropped from her hands, her gaze dropping down towards your midsection, where she couldn’t help but squeal, approaching you with a tight hug. You were startled, of course. The sudden embrace was unexpected, but since it was Jiwoo, you didn’t expect less, reciprocating her hug as you felt her shake your body.

Jiwoo pulled away with a bright smile, looking at you before she lowered her body to be at the same level as your stomach, poking a finger at it and marveling at the built muscles. You were puzzled at her behavior, pushing her hand away as your face glowed a shade of red. "Unnie, what are you doing?" You asked her, backing away, but the older girl pulled you right back.

"Who are you and what have you done with our Y/n?" She asked, once again poking your stomach. "Our Y/n usually wears hoodies. Who are you?" You suddenly understood her joke, sighing as a smile came to your face.

"It was hot outside. I didn’t want to die of a heat stroke." You say, as two more doors open, revealing your maknae and a confused blonde who heard Jiwoo squeal from her room. "What’s going on?" More girls filter inside the hallway, along with the others who were left in the van. Haseul heard the squeak and quickly finished up, checking to see if anyone was hurt.

When she saw Jiwoo bouncing around, she had to grab her attention. "Look at our Y/n!" Jiwoo, who was smiling with glee, turned you around to face them, gesturing towards your stomach like it was a promotional campaign. Then an overwhelming silence grew in the hallway. Even the girls who had already seen it grew quiet. They gawked at your hard work.

You could see each of their faces get filled with a shade of red while you could only manage a shy smile, rubbing the back of your nape shyly. Haseul, who was stunned, to say the least, was the first to clear her throat. She forced her eyes away and turned to go to the kitchen. "D-Dinner is her—ready!" She dragged herself to the kitchen, the rest following along while you shyly walked to your room to dress.

After showering, you get into comfortable clothes and join the others to eat. Some of them were still flushed, the image not leaving their heads. Yet dinner was still pursued, Jiwoo pushing some of the conversations to get them all talking. Slowly but surely, everyone was back to normal. The conversation distracted them from their thoughts.

But after dinner, you were on the couch with Chaewon, watching TV as the rest started to call it a night. They were much more normal, seeing you dressed back into your baggy clothes. However, in the case of the girl next to you, she wasn’t able to get rid of the flush in her cheeks.

Chaewon cleared her throat, glancing towards you and the TV, debating in her head while biting her lip. After a while, she huffed a breath, and suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist. You were caught off guard by the sudden gesture, but you easily melted into her embrace, leaning your head on top of the girl while she rested hers on your shoulder.

Much like Hyeju, you thought nothing of it, enjoying the skin ship since you know that the younger girl doesn’t do much of it. Chaewon, however, sighed in relief, her burning cheeks cooling down when you had an arm around her shoulder. Her arms hugged you tight, your scent invading her nose as one of her hands snaked under your hoodie.

Your cool skin eased the warmth she felt on her hands while you didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in whatever you were watching to care. The younger girl sighed, closing her eyes as the heat subsided, somewhat removing the tension that had built up inside her since earlier.

She might be humiliated if Hyeju or one of the older girls came to see her, cuddled in your arms while smiling as if she’d won the lottery. But as of now, she puts that in the back of her mind, enjoying the moment and having you all to herself.

—

After a few hours, you announced to Chaewon that you wanted to sleep, to which the younger girl let you go with dismay. She bid you goodnight before you padded to your room. Your eyes were struggling to stay open. Along with a fatigue-filled day, there were a lot of things that made you want to crash in your bed.

Which is what you did

However, landing on your bed wasn’t as soft as you’d imagined it to be. A quiet ‘umph’ reached your ears, causing you to pull away. You blinked past the darkness and saw a figure on your bed. They shifted until a head popped up from the covers. You squint your eyes to get a closer look, recognizing her wide eyes as you did. "Choerry?"

The younger girl whined, burying her face deeper into your pillow. "My room...cold." You heard her whisper through her sleep, furrowing your eyebrows before you sighed, lifting the covers to lie beside her. Almost automatically, her arms wrapped around yours, earning a similar action in return. You lay on your back, an arm around her torso while she almost had her body on top of yours.

You drifted quickly into sleep. The last thing registering in your mind was the hand that slipped under your hoodie, a warm sensation resting on your stomach. In her sleep, Yerim smiled, unconsciously caressing your skin.

The next day, when you woke up, it was no longer the brown-haired girl that was beside you. Instead, she was replaced by a blonde, her head tucked under your chin as her hand lay absentmindedly on your stomach. You could feel her breath graze your skin, the small movements of her hands sending shivers down your arms. Then the door opened quietly, a raven-haired girl walking in with a small smile.

Her eyes locked with you before trailing towards the older girl who caused her to roll her eyes. "I told Lippie to wake you, not lie with you." She whispered, a glint showing in her eye as she padded to your bed, taking the other side. You raised a brow at her, but you only earned a wink as her arms mirrored the sleeping girl beside you.

Her hands slipped under your hoodie, rubbing your sides and stopping on top of your belly. Jinsol nuzzled her cheek on your shoulder, once again making you drowsy, your eyes drooping while you tried to stay awake. "It’s okay, my little baby, you can rest." She whispered, half of it disappearing from your senses before darkness came over you.

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"Aeong-ie, I can’t play like this." You complained, earning a pout and a whine from the cat behind you. "Why not? You can move your arms; if anything, I’m the one that’s struggling!"

Currently, Hyunjin is sitting behind you, arms around your waist while holding the controller. Come to think of it, she wasn’t wrong. You were much more in a comfortable position, laying against her front, legs spread out as her head was resting on your shoulder. "Yeah, I can tell, your grunts keep ringing in my ear!" You complain, attempting to pull away.

Hyunjin denies your attempts and pulls you back in. This time, she takes a cushion behind her as support for her neck. She places it behind her head while also pulling you up to lie much more comfortably. This time, both of you were laying down much more relaxed. She didn’t have to keep her legs crossed and let you lay in between them, arms resting comfortably instead of going around.

She didn’t want to leave that position, mainly because she could feel your abs below her fingertips. She had a reason to drop the controller whenever she lost, opting to caress the fabric while she watched you play. You were too focused to notice her motives anyway. A sly smile formed on her face when she would purposely lose just so she could put the controller down.

After a few more hours of gaming, both of you were interrupted when Yeojin came out of her room dressed up. "Unnie, we’re going out. Do you want to come?" You gave it a moment, deciding to put down the controller and change in your room, joining Yeojin as well as Haseul and Kahei, who smiled when you were also dressed.

You were going to the mall. It was the usual when you were with the three girls. You shared the same habits of going around shopping for clothes, and this time, you were the main target for the girls. After seeing how you looked good in clothes other than a hoodie, Yeojin took it personally and dragged you everywhere to try on all the clothes in the store. You humored her while the older girls giggled at the younger girl’s enthusiasm.

"How about this one?" You came out to show them. At first, they were silent; they already saw you in a crop top the previous day. However, seeing you again wasn’t any different. Their faces grew a shade of red while you were busy looking in the mirror. They only stared at one thing, and you were too busy to notice what effect you were having on them.

When you turn back towards them, your brows are furrowed, a pout on your lips. "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" They could only manage a smile. Kahei approached you and squeezed you in a hug.

What strange members you have

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Pace (Race 3: British Grand Prix) : Fault

Pairing: LOONA X Male Reader

Word Count: 9676

A/N 1: Hi! It's me again! This is the third race from the series and also this will be my first angst fic and I'm kinda nervous about it. Also, this will be the longest fic I had written so far. Hope y'all enjoy this and have a great day ahead! <3

A/N 2: There will be a lot of swear words here so read at your own risk, enjoy!

!! Trigger Warning !!: Car Crashes, Kissing, Heavy Angst, Strong Language, Fights and Arguments

Masterlist (w/ Intro and Rules)

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8:04 AM.

Didn’t even manage to get up from the sound of your alarm an hour ago, you rubbed your eyes as the chirp of birds greeted you in the beautiful sunshine that kissed your face.

“Ah.. *yawns* what time is it?”

You saw that the clock ticked 8. You gasped as if you thought you’re late for something that Jinsol said yesterday after work. You then hurriedly rushed to prepare yourself to go whatever location Jinsol said.

“The cafe near the end of the street, near the black-shaded canopy… Is it here??”

You doubted about the location that you’re into, trying to find a way if it’s what Jinsoul said as you texted her and saw her waving in the glass window inside the cafe.

“Oh! That’s her, this is the location she said…”

You then rush inside, opening the door as you course your way into the table that Jinsol sat into.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there, I thought I was wrong, sorry Jinsol..”

“Oh it’s alright Oppa..”

“Yah~ don’t c-call me Oppa, hng.. I’m just a month older than you.. We’ve talked about t-this..”

“*pouts* Still.. You’re a month older Oppa… *giggles*”

Jinsol, Jung Jinsol or Soulie as you call her is a chic, optimistic and a hard-working woman who dearly loves and gives all her passion to whatever that makes her happy, mostly about her work. She became your race engineer 3 years ago while you’re in your rookie league alongside Hyunjin as your past teammate’s race engineer.

You and Jinsol formed a special bond within the years you’ve been together, a bond stronger than friendship. You two became very close friends, sharing laughs and cries until she went on a hiatus, leaving Hyunjin behind as your race engineer last year until today with Hyeju.

The reason behind her hiatus? Well, she managed her parents’ business in her hometown, leaving her with only one choice, leaving the team as she felt bad for it but she needed it, her parents needed it, she supported their dream as well as for hers but she took the initiative until they made someone managed their business, making Jinsol sign the contract being your race engineer in this second split until the next year. You didn’t engage too much with Jinsol in her hiatus due to busy schedules, busier on her side but now, you feel like you’ve strengthened and connected the bond again.

Upon her flawless visuals from her sharp jawline up to her tiny scar between her eyebrows, she never fails to amaze you and praise her everytime you see her, making her flustered upon your compliments. Despite seeing the good in her, inside and outside, you only saw her as your friend, off and on work, nothing more than that as there were no sparks that had been ignited the same way as Hyeju did to you.

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“Oh yah, besides, how’s the business going? Is it going well?”

“Business is fine, besides everything is going well! It’s been a while since we talked this much..”

“*sighs* I know right, Soulie.. I missed you though..”

“*giggles* I missed you too Oppa, ah -ahh Chunseok, a-actually all of you! I missed all of you, even though the stress is still rising while being at work, I’m fine with it!..”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it Soulie, these things can be stressful, like, pfft…. Like, yah..”

You made some funny faces that earned a giggle from Jinsol, teasing yourself about the job and the humor both of you shared makes her laugh more and more, both of you catching your breaths after an amusing talk.

“Ah- ahh- ahaha, you- *pants* ahah- hihi- really d-did t-hat?”

“Y-ah, and ahaha- ah and t-that p-person t-thought I-I was waving t-to him, and AHAHA- it was sooo awkward..”

After an another amusing and engaging talk about random things and about work, you noticed that both of your drinks are slowly running out as the cafe gets busier. You then initiated to call out the server at the cafe to order another drink for the both of you.

“Excuse me sir! *waves*”

“What can I get for the both of you?”

“Uhmm, can we get another set of our drinks if that will do so?”

“No problem sir! Just hand me the receipt so we will know what drinks you ordered before. Do you have the receipt sir?”

“No, actually.. but she has it..”

“*Jinsol waves* It’s here sir..”

“Oh thank you miss, by the way, are you his?..”

Before Jinsol could answer, you interrupted her with a sentence that made her gasp.

“His friend. H-his friend. Uhh, uh, w-we’re really close friends..”

An awkward silence follows as the server gets the receipt from Jinsol’s hands, making the server regret that question and mumbles at himself.

Jinsol lightly pouts and frowns at that statement but she gets rid of it immediately, thinking that you’re right. With your long bond with each other, she can’t help but develop her feelings towards you, making you clueless as you know that you're just friends, nothing more than that. She can’t help but blush whenever you show affection and care towards her and she gradually appreciates it. She hates herself for being skeptical and being so sheepish about confession towards you, for the reason of being afraid of rejection. She wouldn’t have courage to do it or in times that you’ve been together, she wanted to confess but unfortunate and unlucky events happen right after, like the both of you aren’t destined to be together and it is written in the books.

“Ok, I’ll get t-the drinks for the both of you! Just wait and I’ll bring it in here..”

“Okay, thank you so much!”

After getting your drinks from the cafe, the both of you left realizing that time does really fly fast and it’s almost 10 AM at your clocks, making you gasp as you notice that you’ll be late for practice.

“Oh shit, I’m late..”

“Ah Jinsol..”

“What Op- Seokie?”

“I’ll be going to Hyeju’s. Wanna come? I’ll be late for practice and she’s going to get mad at me.. *chuckles*”

“Wha- what? U-uhm I’m going to do something at h-home, and besides, it’s your moment together.. I won’t bother both of you.. See you tomorrow Op- Seokie!.”

“Really Soulie, you won’t gonna come?”

“Y-yah Seok, I got something to do.. H-have fun! See ya tomorrow!”

You didn’t reach out to her again as it is completely strange denying you like that. Maybe she was right, she will do something that will bother her if she decides to join you but it is too good to be true. You got rid of that thought and proceeded to say your goodbyes to each other before heading towards Hyeju’s apartment for your pre-grand prix practice.

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*knocking*

“Oppa!”

“Hi Hye..”

You hugged her as she got deep with your embrace quickly, melting with your love as you caressed her hair and kissed her forehead, making her blush for the umpteenth time every time you do it.

“How rude am I, shall we start practicing?”

She pauses as she faces you again, pouting as her glistening eyes dearly makes a sign that she wants to ask you something.

“Uhmm Oppa..”

“What is it Hye?”

“I-I just wondered that m-maybe we could go s-somewhere else and go o-out in our c-comfort zone..”

“Wha- what do you mean? We’re going out? I-I thought we’ll practice today and we-”

She cuts you off by a whimper and pout that made you smile as she said something that made you shocked.

“I mean, I t-think we could go out and h-have like a day o-off! You know..”

“U-uh.. Uhm.. Y-yes maybe we can! But how about our practice for today? Tomorrow’s the grand prix?”

“Oppa.. I mean we never got into any bonding sessions with just us two. We always share with my unnies whenever we bond somewhere..”

“Huh.. What do you mean? We got to spend time together in practice, sprints and...”

“And??..”

“Anddddd…..” you sheepishly answered as you can’t think of another way as you sigh in defeat.

“See?? That’s why I want to bond with you in a different way Oppa.. like, I know how devoted you are in work but I think you need to step out of your comfort zone..”

You paused at that sentence, making you think that you really did an outstanding performance in this season, always igniting your competitive spirit and the devotion you give through your work is stupendous but you still can’t ignore the fact that Hyeju made a move to do some varietal things that made you flustered and smile at her response.

“But how about ou-”

“Oppa!..”

She lets out a kryptonite that made you melt in an instant. The sight that only you can see in a million times and will never get tired of it. A sight that made you fall in love with her from the start. Her signature pout. She really knows how to switch your work mode off with a snap of a finger and you can’t deny it that she can bait and outplay you even in real life.

“Pwease??..”

You let out a big sigh as you accepted her sudden invitation. You don’t want your girlfriend to sulk and get her wolf-stanced mood change, so you have no choice but to join her as you fall under her spell once more. She hugged you tightly, feeling a tremendous joy as you both exchanged smiles and her being more excited than ever.

“Uhh, okay, okay..”

“Yes! Assa! Thank you Oppa!”

The both of you then left the apartment to go and bond with each other out of work. You are smiling in excitement and happiness as you can think of a lot of possible ways that Hyeju has prepared for you. You even think that she had prepared for this a long time ago and was waiting for this right moment to strike, strike you with her affection and love towards you.

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5:47 PM

You two walked at the bridge with the sunset at the horizon at your sight, smiling as you held hands with her on your way home.

“Ahhh that was such a nice movie Hye, and a right place to be with.. Didn’t know you picked those well..”

“T-thank you Oppa, I really planned it out..”

“You really did?? You shouldn’t have..”

“It’s alright Oppa. It’s my treat for all of the things you've done for me and I really thank you for that..”

She clinged at you until you reached her apartment. This was one hell of a day that you never thought you’ll enjoy and will never forget. From the tickets she bought from the movies, the laughs at the arcade and the foods that you ate you never thought you'd enjoy, she knows you well and treated you well. You just can’t help but smile as copious amounts of dopamine were released from you, making you the happiest person on the planet as you even forgot the thought of an incoming grand prix tomorrow. Eventually, that thought came back as you got rid of it right away as you’ve thought of an idea that will make this day memorable.

“Hyeju..”

“Hm. What Oppa?”

She paused as a brooding expression painted her face, thinking about what you’ve been planning today.

“Uhm.. I’m just thinking if we can watch something today? I mean, tomorrow's a grinding day so… I think we should make ourselves comfortable..”

“What do you mean “making ourselves comfortable” Oppa?”

“I mean, we should like.. c-calm ourselves and make us cleansed for tomorrow, right?”

“Uhmm. I mean why not? You got a point Oppa. By the way, what are we going to watch today?”

“This..”

You picked the remote and went straight into “Netflix” and picked the most trending show that you’re dying to watch, especially with your beloved girlfriend, Hyeju.

“All Of.. Us.. Are Dead??.. This Oppa?”

“Yes Hye, why? You don’t want that?”

“No Oppa, I’m good with that, but I think that’s way too gorey to watch.. So hngg…”

“I’ll just cover your eyes Hye, *giggles*” you teased her, letting out a giggle to Hyeju’s triangular mouth.

You then two proceeded to her bedroom to watch, Hyeju leaning to your shoulder as you caressed her hair throughout the series.

As you watched the series over time, the both of you can’t help but feel some butterflies and the mix of emotions that made the both of you hook to the series more. The ups and downs, and the suspense and the hate about the antagonists, all of that are felt throughout the marathon.

You really wish to end the series now in one sitting but sadly, all things must come to an end.

After some five episodes, Hyeju is still leaning on your shoulder and you’re still focused on watching as you noticed her, sleeping soundly and peacefully in your arms as you caressed her hair, appreciating her side profile. You noticed how deep she is sleeping, you wondered how you didn’t notice it earlier and with that, you turned off the television as she buried herself deeper within your chest, showing how comfortable she is in your arms.

“Oppa..” she murmured as she called you, almost inaudible to hear as she rested her head deeper to your chest.

“What Hye?”

“Don’t let go.. I want to be with you..”

You smiled as you caressed her hair again and fulfilled her wish.

“Don’t worry Hye, I want to be with you too…”

You then both proceeded to sleep in each other's arms as the night went deeper, finding warmth in each other that rivaled the cold breeze of a rainy evening that the both of you went through.

What a night to reminisce and remember, embedded deep in your hearts as your vision fades from your drowsiness.

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D-Day

7:48 AM

Another morning has arisen as the chirp of birds greet you as you fully awaken yourself, fighting from the drowsiness you’re still experiencing.

“Why am I still sleepy as hell? What time is it?”

As you began to check the time on your phone, you noticed that Hyeju was missing. You wondered where she was as you smelled something familiar, a smell playing with your nose as you brushed your teeth and went downstairs as your stomach growled in response.

“Hyeju must be cooking something, it smelled nice..”

Your instincts are right as you saw Hyeju preparing the same dish that she cooked a while ago, the day before the Monaco Grand Prix. The same aroma of the beef paired with some fried rice and some kimchi ramen to top it off, you can’t help but to dig in right away as Hyeju stops you from that temptation.

“Hey!”

“What Hye??”

“The food is still not complete at the table, just wait..”

She felt cold saying those words to you, wondering what could have struck her head to have an early mood swing, you then decided to do something that can solve that problem while she’s distracted, washing some vegetables.

“Hyeju!”

You surprised her with a back hug and a kiss from her nape that made her startle in the act. She then smiled as you greeted her a “Good morning Jagi..”. Once she heard those words, she dug deep in your chest, looking up to your eyes, locking up the gaze as a smile painted her face as kissed her forehead, making her flustered upon that act.

“What Hye? You look so cute like that..”

“Shut up..”

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“Oppa! The food is ready!”

“Ahaha- wait Hye, I-i’m c-coming..”

*footsteps*

You went downstairs again and met Hyeju again, this time with a cheerful face as she questioned you about your jolly mood.

“Why are you so happy Oppa? Something happened?”

“Ah- ah- n-nothing that much, Jinsol just s-sent me some f-funny memes..”

“Ahhh, no wonder why… Anyways we’ll eat now..”

You then both proceeded to eat your breakfasts as you dug into the food that Hyeju cooked without hesitation.

“Ahh… Hyeju, this is really good.. I think this tasted better than before..”

“*smiles* Thank you Oppa.. I’m glad you enjoyed it..”

After a few talks and munches, a knock on the door can be heard as you initiate to open it.

“Ah, H-hi!”

“Hi Oppa!”

You met Hyunjin and Jinsol as you greeted them in a fistbump as a smile printed on their faces, happy to see the both of you.

“Hi Hye! *sniffs* Did you cook this?”

“Yes unnie, do you want to try it?”

“Would love to Hye..”

Hyunjin then digs into the food that Hyeju cooked. Feeling satisfied from the first bite, she dug right in two her second, third and fourth bite. She enjoyed it so much to the point that she offers Jinsol to eat as you are talking with her about the race that will happen later as she accepted Hyunjin’s offer.

“Uhm.. okay..”

Jinsol had her first bite, analyzing the taste as she made faces that critiqued the food, making all of you confused as Hyeju got nervous upon that act.

“Hmm.. Not bad Hyeju.. Little bit salty though.. Not really a big fan of beef but sure, this will do.”

You all doubted about her cold appearance to Hyeju’s as Hyunjin interferes her with a statement.

“Yah unnie, it’s not that salty though, what do you mean by that? By the way, it’s so good Hyeju..”

“I’m just being honest Jinnie, that’s what you call “constructive criticism” if you don’t know..”

“Yah unnie, I know what you mean, I’m not that dumb, I’m just giving my opinion..”

“I’m giving my own opinion too. You just need to respect each other’s claims Jin, and first and foremost, I know you’re not dumb, why would you be an race engineer if you we’re one of them? Tsk tsk.. I’m just informing you..”

“I’m glad you know that Unnie, coz’ if you-”

You cut them by throwing the knife into the chopboard of the steak, the sound echoing all around the room as they all got startled, stopping them from your actions that made them scared.

“Are y’all done? Huh?”

The image of them arguing was never new in your eyes. Even the simplest things can lead to a catastrophe if not handled well and you’re always sick of it, pissed at their actions yet miraculously, you can stop them from going too far everytime. Despite Hyunjin’s and Jinsol’s deep bond to each other, it may look like it would end in a blink of an eye with how their competitive spirit ignites, this being just an example of one of their umpteenth arguments you’ve witnessed over the past years.

They know you're pissed with a serious yet disappointed expression from your face says enough. They become silent with their heads down as Hyunjin apologizes as well as Jinsol as you approach them both.

“Yah, girls, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just feeling disappointed that you two are still arguing over those little things…”

“I’m really sorry Seok-”

“Don’t Jinsol” you shushed her. “I know you two are going to do it again, prove me something so I can accept your apologies..”

You then went upstairs to prepare for your last practice before the Grand Prix, still disappointed from their actions. Jinsol then looked at Hyunjin, apologizing about what happened earlier as they also apologized to Hyeju about their cat-and-dog arguments.

“It’s alright unnies, I’m just shocked, he never acted like that before..”

“Yah Hyeju.. Chunseok’s really pissed whenever we fight with each other. He hated the sight of fighting, even in public places, he tends to pacify people fighting and we’re kinda annoyed with it. He may know this, but he’s accustomed to our actions over the years and we’re also aware of it, right Jin?”

“Yah unnie’s right Hye, she hated it.. like always..”

After a few talks, they proceeded to go upstairs to prepare for your last practice in Britain’s finest, Silverstone.

One of the oldest F1 tracks on the calendar, “Silverstone” made its first appearance in the 1950 British Grand Prix with its old-fashioned 8 corners back then, making it one of the most iconic circuits in F1 up to this date.

52 laps, 306.198 km and 18 turns, to say the least, it could be one of your favorite tracks from taking Copse flat-out up to Brooklands and Woodcote that made its trademark on your mind.

You definitely find the braking points challenging to master but at this moment you probably mastered the track faster than any of the circuits on the calendar at the moment.

You then prepared yourselves for your final grand prix practice around the track with a 40-lap race with some mixed conditions, upping the ante and making it a lot more challenging.

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“Wow, what a race, phew..”

“You improved so much, Seok..”

“Really? You're kidding me Sol, ehhh…”

“No, I’m serious Op- Seok! Last time I saw you in these wet conditions you went blasting off at Copse from a lead..”

“Soulie!”

“What?”

“Stop it Jinsol, I don’t want you mentioning that fucking race again.”

“Yah, chill Seok! Why?”

“You know why Jinsol, just stop it okay?”

—-Flashback (2 years ago)—-

“Oh he is struggling! Just a few more laps from those degrading tyres, I don’t think he can hold it longer considering the conditions he’s facing!”

“That Mercedes is catching up well in every sector! Closing the gap by two-tenths every sector or even more! This is not what McLaren want as they are praying that they could see the chequered flag in a nick of time.”

Palms are sweaty from the risk you made. You never doubted the strategies Jinsol gave but this one is far from that. You’re struggling so much from your degrading 31-lap old inters, might as well skid in some corners or even understeer but you manage to stay calm as you round the final chicane and then the final corner for your last lap here on a rainy afternoon in Silverstone.

“Ah shit Jinsol, I don’t think I’m making it, we should have pitted earlier. I told you!”

“You’ll make it Oppa, just stay calm and I’ll update you about the gap from the Mercedes, the gap from now is 18.2 secs.”

“Okay Jinsol, but I don’t think we’ll make it..”

“Just trust me Oppa, I know you can do it, I believe in you..”

After that talk, you proceeded to focus into the game, as you became calm and patient throughout, also trying to be cautious to the corners as the gap got lesser over time, upping up the anxiety you’re feeling.

“16.7 seconds up to the Mercedes..”

“14.4 seconds up to the Mercedes..”

You’re in Woodcote as the Mercedes is now in the Wellington straight, upping up the ante and you’re not feeling good about this.

“Jinsol, can’t you see? I don’t think i’ll make it.. He’s catching up so much..”

“You can do it Oppa, 12.9 seconds up to the Mercedes..”

Now you are at the straight after Woodcote as the Mercedes is nearing in Luffield as you now enter Copse until an unfortunate event happens.

As you entered Copse, the slippery kerb made you lose traction as you blew the apex, understeering and going off the wet gravel that made you swear in anger.

“Fuck! Fuck! Shit! I’m sorry, guys.. I can’t handle the tyres, it’s so fucking slippery.. I told you Jinsol, we should have pitted for wets earlier when we have the time! I can’t handle my inters because the condition got worse, I told you!”

“I’m sorry Oppa, I just thought you could handle it well! I never doubted your performance, it’s just unfortunate.. How about I treat you later for some ice cream? Cookies and cream, your favorite! H-”

The comm is interrupted with a flick of a switch as you turned it off and just focused to see the chequered flag, heartbroken on what could have been your first maiden win at the race this season. Feeling the doubt and disappointment from Jinsol, you met the chequered flag, upset and enervated, and that you didn’t know that it’ll last for more races, shattering your ego from the remainder of the season.

Then you cried at her, making her startle at her seat as she realized what she's done could leave a mark on your heart and she’s not happy with it.

“Why won’t you guys listen to me? I’m taking control of the fucking car and then you won’t listen to me? You always doubt my decisions, but I never doubted y’all, this is just so fucking unfair, y’all won’t listen to my fucking calls, I don’t k-know how fucking hard it i-is to do that. It’s j-just so fucking unfair..”

“Oppa, I’m really sorry, I was just-”

“Shhh, you know what Jinsol, don’t apologize if you’re going to do it again, prove me something so I can accept your apologies.”

She never saw you like this and was shocked at that sight. She regrets it and feels bad for the selfish act she’d done and she hates it. She just wants the best for you and for the team, she’s really devoted to what she’s doing but she reflected about the mistakes she had made as she got teary-eyed from your whines and cries. She never wanted this and so are you, so she tried to switch your mood but nothing works. Worried about your mood as she seems not to find the solution, she reached out to Hyunjin about what you felt about the heartbreak.

“Just let him heal, he’ll be good tomorrow, just remember this unnie..”

“What is it, Jin?”

“Just don’t remind Oppa about this race ever again unnie. It may hurt him whenever you mention it in the future, he has gone through a lot..”

“Okay, Jin.. don’t worry, I won’t..”

-—--End of Flashback—--

“Yah Seok..”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry ‘bout that..”

“No, it’s alright Sol, I recovered from that loss..”

“I’m glad you are Oppa..”

As she will try to lean on your shoulder, Hyeju interrupted the both of you from a call afar.

“Yah Oppa, we’re going to eat lunch!”

“Okay Hye! I-I’ll be right back Sol, okay? You wanna eat?”

“Uhmm.. I’ll eat later..”

“You sure Sol? You don’t want an engineer's stomach growling throughout the race..”

“Uhh.. fine…”

You both then went downstairs to eat for lunch after an exhilarating practice race with extreme conditions to top it off a notch.

“Yah Jin.”

“What Oppa?”

“Are they going to come? Or nah..”

“Jiwoo and Yerim are nearing their finals, so they must be preparing for it, they wouldn’t come too though.”

“Have you texted them?”

“Yep, and they wouldn’t come.. How about Heejin Oppa?”

“She sure won’t come, she said she was recording and was busy the day after I texted her..”

“Wha- eh? When did she text you Hye?”

“Days ago, she’s busy Oppa..”

“Wait- wait, is Heejin, that childhood friend you’re talking about Seok?”

“Yah Sol..”

“Wait- you knew about Heejin unnie?”

“Hyeju, Chunseok talked about her often years ago, so she seems familiar..”

“Ahhh, it does make sense though..”

You then rushed eating as you initiated to wash the dishes right after as Hyeju helped you through those piles of plates.

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12:50 PM

*clock tick tocks, sound of bird chirping*

With only 10 minutes on the clock before the Grand Prix starts, you went to your respective setups as they said their goodlucks to everyone and so did you. You then test the microphones and headphones to make sure they’re working and so are they. When everything is fine, you then join the lobby on where the race will start as your engineers check the status and tuning of the car to make sure nothing will interfere during the qualifying and at the race.

After that, the clock ticked 1, signaling that the Grand Prix will start at any minute now.

“Welcome everyone to this nimbus-shaded afternoon here in one of the oldest tracks in the calendar, Silverstone here in the United Kingdom.”

As the clouds get dark, you can’t help but feel anxiety, remembering the past race that made your heartbreak mark up to this date but you got rid of it as the first qualifying session starts.

One by one, twenty cars left the pit lane as the first qualifying session started.

For the first 3 minutes, you just raised the temperature of your tyres as you ran in slicks and so did the other drivers. Some went in their first flying laps marking the first fastest lap led by a Mercedes by a 1:28.112 followed by a Red Bull by only two-tenths more.

You then started your first flying lap, acing the first sector with a 27.2 and the second sector with a 36.1 and a decent last sector 24.6, marking you the fastest lap, dethroning the Mercedes with only two-tenths as you are satisfied with your lap but threats are still ongoing, so you got rid of it right away.

“Decent lap Seok, nice job. P1 as of now..”

“Thanks..”

As you go in a cooldown lap, Hyeju started her flying lap as she got a decent first two sectors and the fastest last sector by a 24.4, climbing up places, up to 4th.

“Nice lap Hye, P4 as of now.”

“Thanks unnie..”

No complacent feelings can be felt as you fall down places yet starting your second flying lap so is Hyeju with only 2 minutes left on the clock.

*engine roaring, controller clicks*

Fastest two sectors and a decent last sector says enough, also almost taking Copse flat-out paid off as you took back the lead with a 1:27.223, marking you being safe in Q1 as you pitted as the rains starts to pour in, gladly Hyeju made it to the chequered flag with only 40 seconds left as she is also safely out in Q1, in a good way marking her lap the 3rd fastest with a 1:27.498.

“Nice laps there Oppa, Hye.. Nice job!”

“Yah, thanks Jin, anyways I’m glad Hyeju made it before the rain got worse..”

“True Oppa..”

“Yah, y’all got yourselves prepared, Q2 is coming..”

Two Haases, Alfa Romeos and an Aston Martin out in qualifying marks the end of Q1 as the next qualifying session will start in a few minutes.

One by one, fifteen cars left the pit lane as the second qualifying session started.

The rain got worse as you all pitted for inters, not affording any risks and the ante to deal with it.

“Are all in inters Sol?”

“Yes Op- Seok, all are in inters and also starting their flying laps, an Alpine behind you, 1.5 seconds..”

“Thanks Solie..”

Then you start your first flying lap after setting your tyre’s temperature as you didn’t get any of the fastest sectors by missing just a few hundredths of a second in each sector yet putting you in 6th place which you aren’t happy about.

“What place am I in?”

“Currently you’re 6th fastest, only one-tenths ahead of the 7th.”

“Okay, thanks Solie..”

Hyeju then starts her first flying lap, getting the fastest first sector and a really decent two sectors climbs herself up to 2nd fastest with a time of 1:29.436, only two-tenths behind the Mercedes.

“What a lap Hyeju.. 2nd fastest.. Nice job.”

“Thanks unnie, it's really hard there but I can handle it.”

You then asked Jinsol on what place Hyeju is on the radio while starting your second and final flying lap.

“Hyeju is 2nd fastest at the moment.. With a 1:29.4s..”

“Nice, nice, glad she improved so much..”

With the fastest first sector, everything is going out well until a Williams ruined your lap while not getting out of the way through Maggots which makes you rage in an instant.

“What the fuck is that Williams doing? I’m on a fast lap geez, what a fucking idiot, seriously!”

“Keep your cool Seok, keep your cool Seok, we still have a minute and a half left, you could do another flying lap, stay calm.”

“I’m sorry, Sol.. they’re just so fucking dumb everytime, like every damn time they done that.. It’s crazy..”

“You’re not sorry Seok, it’s normal though, it’s alright, just be calm and don’t get affected by these..”

After letting out the rage as you felt calmer through her words, you met the finish line to start another flying lap. You went down in 10th place, putting you in the “driver at risk” zone which you’re not happy about.

Crucial braking points as precision dominated your hands up to Woodcote and Becketts, acing the first two sectors as you improved in each of those by two-tenths, or almost three-tenths. As you met the last chicane and then the final corners, you crossed the line with a 1:29.118.

“Yes! Finally! Woo!”

“Nice lap Seok, 2nd fastest, 2nd fastest, both of you are safe into Q3.”

“How about Hyeju? What’s her place?”

“She’s 4th fastest..”

“That’s what I wanted to hear! Yes! Let’s go! Thanks y’all!”

Jinsol smiled. The feeling of your ego being reinvigorated with that sentence she said always plants a smile on her face but deep down she’s jealous, jealous for the fact that you’re happy with someone else. She respected every inch you made and respected your relationship with Hyeju but deep down, she’s hurt. She wanted you but it’s way too late, not expecting any in return as your heart belongs to Hyeju, only her.

“Nice work everybody! Fighting!”

One by one, ten cars left the pit lane as the third and last qualifying session started.

It is still raining yet it’s not getting worse as you’re fine with it, but you wish this rain would end sooner to reduce the struggle in the track.

“Are there cars behind Sol?”

“Multiple, stay right, stay right..”

“Okay, thanks..”

You then started your first flying lap. Decent first sector and the fastest two sectors puts you in provisional pole with a staggering 1:28.581. Your engineers and the crowds were in shock and awe as they saw your lap time as the Mercedes went in second place after his first flying laps, half a second behind your lap time making you the only man to ever achieve a 1:28s in their time in this rainy afternoon in Silverstone.

“Oh my god Seok, what a lap! Provisional pole!”

“Let’s go! Holy shit, it was hard there..”

“Glad you can handle it Seok, fighting!”

“Fighting!!”

All of your opponents tried to dethrone you but they couldn’t as the closest one was only two-tenths ahead of you until a worthy opponent challenged you, Hyeju.

Hyeju managed to get the fastest two sectors as she rounded the last chicane and the last corner as she met the finish line, dethroning you by only six-hundredths of a second. The crowd erupted in cheers as the commentators went in awe and shocked at their seats.

“This duo made it again! First in Australia and then now, here in Silverstone! Just to let you know, McLaren is happy about that but I don’t think the drivers are as their rivalry is still ongoing, the top two in the championship leaderboards..”

“Nice lap Hyeju, nice lap, fastest man on the track, still 5 minutes on the clock..”

“Let’s gooooo… Thank you!”

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“How’s Hyeju, Jinsol?”

“She’s currently in 1st place, provisional pole..”

“Eh? Really? Wow, good for her.. By the way, what place am I in?”

“So you’re currently sitting in 2nd place, just a few hundredths behind Hyeju..”

“Oh okay, thanks..”

You then started your final flying lap with only a minute left in the clock. Crucial and precise braking points and using up all your energy from your battery store from those cooling laps. Acing the first two sectors is what you need but the struggle is also keeping up with the pace of your car is never a good sign. The rain is getting worse and you need to see the chequered flag as humane as possible as the stress you feel rises.

*engine roaring, controller clicks*

You are now in Vale as you meet the final chicane with the fastest first sector, hoping to get pole as it is the thing that only matters now. You met the chequered flag, as you didn’t improve, only four-hundredths slower than your fastest lap.

You are not happy as you didn’t get pole, but a front row lockout is better for the team so reinvigorated yourself to think of that way as Hyeju also didn’t improve by a few hundredths too. Just a front row lock out is what you’re hoping for as multiple threats are still in there, all in their flying laps as they cross the finish line one by one.

“As the Mercedes crosses the line, and dethrones that McLaren as it is not front row lock out for them as the Mercedes join the party here in Silverstone. That is not what McLaren wanted but the delight that Mercedes took to them.”

“Ahhh, I’m sorry I didn't improve, the track is just getting worse, I’m so sorry..”

“So Scenario 12, Scenario 12, keep your head down Seok, it’s alright, you’re in P3 so that’s good for the team and Hyeju is on pole..”

Once she said that Hyeju’s on pole, you erupted as you felt happy for her. You felt joy as you felt proud right after for her 3rd pole position this season, reminiscing how far she had improved from her rookie races last year.

All of your cars went into the pit lane as you went into Hyeju’s place, hugging her as you congratulated her right after. A smile of passion and satisfaction planted in both of your faces, hers in a much brighter one as you caressed her hair and said how proud you are of her achievements. She gets flustered quickly as she is really weak at compliments and thanked you for that appreciation. She never got used to compliments before she met you. Sure, she did have some but not as sincere as you are, so her ears redden quickly as she is always grateful of you being right by her side, as well as her unnies who took care of her from her career being a professional Esports driver.

As you two deepen your affection, both of you didn’t notice the race is going to start as Jinsol interrupted the both of you, reminding you that the race will start sooner, maybe a minute from now. The both of you got prepared and went to your respective stations as the 2022 British Grand Prix will start in a few minutes.

2022 British Grand Prix

“Welcome everybody to the 10th race of the season as we roam here in the United Kingdom, Silverstone it is!”

After a formation lap and heat in your tyres, your heart ignites as butterflies erupted in your stomach as the red lights went out, one by one, and away you go.

Good start for everybody on the grid as Hyeju got the best starts amongst all of you, gaining a few tenths up at the first corners as well as you yet you’re side-by-side with the Mercedes through the first straight up to Woodcote, tensing up the battle as he went down the inside, gaining from your slipstream as he maintains his second place at the moment and you are proceeded to back off to avoid any cautions.

“Argghhh, the pace of my car and the car in front, Jinsol? Updates?”

“Same pace with the Mercedes Seok, you can keep up within the long run, he started on softs and you’re on mediums, he’ll be faster but you’ll last longer and pit later..”

“Thanks Solie..”

After a few turns, you now met the final chicane as the Red Bull is behind you with only four-tenths of a gap yet you managed to get some pace as you catch up against the Mercedes, him maintaining a four-tenths lead is now closing in as an unexpected event happened.

“As the McLaren is gaining- and ooh! That is a big crash at the last chicane! That is a Ferrari rear-ending an Alpine.. The Ferrari locked up as smoke came out of the car as he tried to overtake him but it was too late as they were both out of the race.”

*Hyeju’s Radio*

“Safety car, safety car, a lot of debris on the track..”

“What happened unnie?”

“Uhh… a Ferrari and an Alpine crashed into each other, the Ferrari locked up while trying to overtake the Alpine”

“Oh.. that is so unfortunate..”

*Chunseok’s Radio*

“What happened? I saw some smoke and gravel at my rear..”

“A Ferrari and an Alpine had crashed into each other, the Ferrari locked up according to the data..a full safety car will start when you meet the line..”

“Uhh. seriously? Come on.. I was gaining so well.. So unfortunate..”

You didn’t really give a damn with those crashes as you let out a sigh of relief as the threats came down yet still painted an unsatisfied face as the opportunity got off in your hands as it is a full safety car in full two laps.

“Did anyone pit Sol?” you asked her while upping the temperature of your tyres under the safety car.

“Three pitted for softs from mediums and the rest stayed out..”

“Okay, thanks.. Anyways, how about Hyeju?.”

“*sniffs* Uhh.. Hyeju stayed out.. *sniffs*”

“Thanks.. Anyways, are you good?”

“Yes.. it’s nothing.. *sniffs*”

“That’s weird, she suddenly got a clogged nose out of nowhere, anyways, just focus on the race Chunseok..”

After a full safety car in two laps, all of you restarted the race in Lap 3 as you got away well as you go wheel-to wheel to the Mercedes again, feeling deja vu throughout the battle as you managed to get some pace from your battery store as you tried to overtake him at the inside in Woodcote as you managed to do that, getting yourself a car length and a half ahead of him as he uses your slipstream and stored-up ERS to catch you, going down the inside as he took the second place from you again. The battle is still not over as you got DRS in the Hangar Straight but crucially, so he is as you battled through the straight as you dragged race up to Stowe, him going to the inside as he gained over you but somehow, with your stored-up ERS you gained on him as you go to the inside of the last chicane, completely overtaking him and managing to be in second place.

“What a magnificent battle between these two! How many more battles can we witness in these races? I’m sure there will be a lot more as this spiced things up here in Lap 3…”

*Chunseok’s Radio*

“Nice work Seok, *sniffs* what a battle! You’re *sniffs* so good..”

“Thanks Sol, really hard there, he’s really good too..”

*Hyeju’s Radio*

“What place is Oppa now?”

“He’s in 2nd now, only 2.6 secs behind you, he overtook the Mercedes at the last chicane..”

“Wow, good for Oppa..”

Lap 12. Not much battles has happened at the few laps as the race leader, Hyeju pitted for mediums as she started from softs. Even though maintaining a 21 second gap between you and her, you still managed to catch up to her as she exited the pit lane, losing a place at the moment as you took the lead from her as the Mercedes you battled with earlier pitted for mediums while you stayed out and planned to pit later.

*Chunseok’s Radio*

“Tyre state Seok?”

“Still good Sol, going great.. By the way, what place am I in?”

“So, currently *sniffs* you’re in 1st place.. Hyeju behind you by *sniffs* 7.1 seconds..”

“Oh, thanks Sol..”

*Hyeju’s Radio*

“Who’s the car behind me unnie?”

“It’s a Mercedes, newly boxed hard tyres, 8.1 seconds gap..”

“Why is he on hards?”

“I don’t know Hye, maybe taking a gamble.. Just focus on the race and I’ll update everything to you..”

“Uhm okay unnie thanks.. By the way, is Oppa the car in front of me?”

“He is the car in front, only 7.1 seconds of a gap with 12-lap old mediums..”

“Thanks unnie..”

Lap 16. An intriguing battle between the two Red Bulls stole the crowd’s attention as their battle intensified like what happened a while ago between you and the Mercedes.

“As the Red Bull of Park Jin-Hyuk is dominating against his teammate by overtaking down the inside line at Copse, what a brilliant move that was!”

The threat came closer but you didn’t mind considering your gap to that Red Bull was almost a minute, letting you out a sigh of relief but complacent thought didn’t wander in your mind as you focused on the race, claiming this as a big opportunity to win here at Silverstone for the first time.

“Let’s bring this home..”

Lap 25. You then reminded Jinsol that you’re going to box this lap as you felt your tyres degrading in terms of age.

“So, box box, box box, what tyres would you prefer, Seok? *sniffs*”

“Hards please, for the end of the race Sol..”

“Okay..”

A sub-3 second stop wasn’t bad as you still managed to maintain the lead against Hyeju by 2 seconds as you got out of the pit lane. As the gap closes, you manage to get away from Hyeju thanks to your stored ERS from your battery store and with a little bit of DRS from the second straight. As you got out in Maggots and Becketts, a Haas is not getting out of the way, signaling the first blue flags on the race.

“Can someone please tell this Haas to get out of the way? There’s so much dirty air that’s been fucking with me right now..”

“Okay *sniffs* Seok, copy..”

As the Haas got out of the way, Hyeju still managed to catch up to you, closing the gap as she found more grip and pace than you do but it was all a part of your plan. As Hyeju’s battery store went up to only 12%, yours is stored up to 79%, thankfully refilling it with your big lead earlier before you pitted, surprising her on how you gained so quickly yet still competes with you.

Lap 30. You’re still leading the race as the gap with Hyeju is now up to 3.2 seconds as she can be seen at the background in every camera angle on the race. While the two of you are fighting and closing your respective gaps, the Mercedes behind managed to get some pace as their engineer allowed them to use the energy stored, managing to keep up between the both of you by three-tenths every lap, now only 1.8 seconds behind Hyeju.

“Unnie..”

“What Hye?”

“What is the gap and the pace of the car behind me?”

“So the Mercedes’ pace is better than us, 27.1 at the first sector and 27.4 in us, he’s gaining by approximately three-tenths every lap and the gap as of now is 1.7 seconds.”

“Ah sh- shit, I don’t feel so good here unnie..”

“Just keep your head down Hye, just focus..”

As the Mercedes is closing the gap over time, you then locked up at the last chicane but gladly you handled it well for not making the mistake worsen as you cursed in dissatisfaction.

“Ahh! Fuck! I locked up! My bad, I'm sorry guys..”

“Stay calm and focus Oppa..”

“Yep, sorry.. Anyways, what’s the gap between the car behind?”

“The gap is now 1.7 seconds, don’t sweat it, just focus Seok..”

“Ah shiiiii- shit Sol, I braked too much, fuuuck..”

Lap 31. The gap closes as you are now forced to defend your position, you wanted this win as well as the other 17 drivers on the grid. You don’t want this opportunity to slip out of your hands so you defend against Hyeju with all your might. You’ve ignited and woken up your competitive spirit as the Mercedes joins the fight with the both of you.

Through Village up to the Wellington Straight, Hyeju gained against you as you went wheel-to-wheel at the end of the straight. Through the inside at Woodcote, you managed to defend against her as the Mercedes was planning to attack at the right time. After Woodcote, Hyeju manages to get a slipstream from you as she leads, getting herself a car length ahead as you went down the inside line at Copse, therefore retaking the lead from her. She then gained from you through Maggots and Becketts as the battle was now intensifying through the Hangar Straight as you still managed to defend from her until Stowe, taking the right side and then taking down the inside as you managed to defend, being a car length ahead. All were working well until an event happened that made you boil.

While taking a slipstream and gaining, she wanted to overtake but you block any of her attempts and opportunities until she braked too hard and too late, causing her to lock up while still on your slipstream as she rear-ended you, 240 km/h crash as your car got lifted up as momentum made it worse, you two sliding off the gravel, sandwiching both cars as it’s a double DNF for McLaren.

Yes, a double DNF for McLaren could have been the worst thing that could happen as the crowd was in shock, so are the commentators who didn’t like what happened.

“That is a big, big incident at the last chicane as the McLaren of Son Hye-ju locks up, rear-ending his teammate and sandwiching both cars as the two championship protagonists had taken out each other, out of the British Grand Prix. This was not a good day for McLaren as the session had been stopped, declaring a red flag in the race.”

You were furious, anger drawn through your veins as you thought this would be a lovely afternoon but rather the complete opposite. No words could describe what you felt as you turned off the radio and smashed the headphones in anger. You’re breathing heavily from all of the adrenaline that had been put out into waste. Hyeju, on the other hand, was speechless, unable to make up words as she let out an elicit gasp as she felt sorry for rear-ending you but she has nowhere to go.

You then barged into Hyeju’s room that made her startle upon her seat, seeing your serious yet enraged face makes her anxious about what's going to come.

“Hyeju! What was that? What the fuck did you do?”

“I-I-, O-oppa, I’m s-sorry a-about t-tha-”

“And you think a single “sorry” can fix that thing? You’re funny Hye, I didn't know you were such a clown at the making.”

She is just silent, unable to speak as she is on the verge of crying. She didn’t want this to happen and so are you. You were driven by your emotions as you continued to talk with her with a furious tone, not giving any damn of what she could respond to you as the arguments went into minutes.

“Why the fuck would you do that Hye? I left you so much fucking space then you’ll rear end me like this? This wasn’t any p-part of the p-plan or some shit. You’re such a dirty driver..”

“You didn’t leave any space.”

“..and you’re delusional..” she murmured up against you, almost inaudible to hear as you stopped from your tracks, facing her once again with a furious ignition in your eyes.

“What did you just say?”

She stood up, gaining courage as she faced you, repeating what she had said.

“I-I s-said you’re delusional Oppa..”

“I’m delusional? Hye?”

“Yes.. Do I need to repeat that for you? Or spell it for you? Do I need to teach-”

“I’m not fucking dumb Hye, I know what you just said.. S-so I’m fucking delusional? Ha.. *sighs heavily* You better watch your words Hye, you better-”

“Better what? Better watch my words? Better learn something new? I know what I’m saying Oppa.. I’m not that dumb to be taught by a preschool teacher to watch my words.. You really are.. You’re not getting used to being real-talked aren’t you? Are you pissed? Ha..”

“You’re testing me Hye huh, you’re fucking testing me.. fine.. I never thought you'd be like this.. I never thought about this side, I’m so blind Hye, I shouldn’t have loved you.. so I’m delusional? Huh? Fine, well you’re selfish and dirty..”

“And so are you..”

Once you heard those words, you reached your boiling point as you faced her again, crumbling your fists in anger and pain.

“So am I? Huh? Fine.. you know what Hye? I’ll leave, I’ll leave for the best of this team.. If I’m fucking delusional, dirty and a selfish driver then I. SHOULDN’T. BE. HERE!! Tell your unnies that i’m fucking done, you’ll never be going to see me again, so say your last words now and if none, then, we’re over.”

She was stunned to speak as tears flowed from both of your eyes. The feeling you felt was new as it was bitter, painful, furious and miserable. You didn’t want to hurt her but you let all of the pain to her and you felt bad for her but you can’t control what you’re feeling. The feeling of guilt and pain you kept over the years all erupted to her. You got out of the room as a hand held your wrists to stop you from doing that.

“Oppa.. please, don’t go.. Please.. I-I’m b-begging y-you..”

Streams of tears start flowing at your face as you hear Hyunjin’s plead. You tried to dismount her hand onto your wrist as she held tighter as the sight of her crying was in your sight, hurting your heart more.

“Let go Hyunjin, let go.. *grunts*”

“Oppa p-please, *grunts* not l-like t-this.. W-we, we c-can fix t-this..”

She held tighter as he used both of her hands to hold your wrist. Using force on them was never a choice, you don’t want it but you wanted to get out of here, you need to use it. With no choice, you tried to dismount her and start to hurt her fingers as she still managed to get some grip as you tried to match her power which was as strong as a cat on steroids. After some time, you managed to dismount her as you rushed downstairs to pick up the things in the living room as she collapsed as Jinsol helped her stand up.

“Unnie..”

“Wha-”

“Please h-help m-me, Oppa’s l-leaving..”

She stopped Hyunjin from that action as she said, “Let Oppa heal Jin, please..”

“No unnie, t-today’s not the t-time..”

Hyunjin stood up as her only goal was to get to you but Jinsol suddenly stopped her again by holding her wrist.

“S-stop Jin, please..”

“Let g-go of me unnie! You k-know what? If you’re not g-going t-to help, I’ll do i-it alone then.. I don’t n-need y-your help anyway..”

“Hyunjin wait-”

With that, Jinsol collapsed as tears flowed onto her cheeks involuntarily. She then stood up and looked at Hyeju. She was hugging her legs with her head down as she heard her whimper in pain and regret, regret about the things she said earlier to you.

“W-why would I-I s-say t-that? I’m s-so s-stup-pid..”

“Yah, H-Hyeju..”

She ignored her and continuously cried as her arms got wetter from her tears.

“Yah, H-Hyeju..”

“JUST GO AWAY UNNIE! Please..”

Jinsol got startled as she was stunned by Hyeju’s response. She didn’t want this to happen, no one does. Tears started to flow from her eyes as she slowly stood up and backed out at her room as she heard Hyeju’s wails got louder, making her heart hurt.

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“Oppa, w-we can t-talk about t-this, it wasn’t i-intentional..”

“Wasn’t intentional? She s-said that I’m delusional, selfish and a dirty driver.. And t-those weren’t i-intentional? Y-you’re funny..”

“Please Oppa d-don’t go… please..”

“I’m sorry Jin, but I need to.. You don’t need me now, you don’t deserve me.. I’m leaving now for good..” you said nonchalantly with a serious face.

“Don’t go O-oppa p-please..”

“I’m s-sorry Jin..”

You then left the apartment in despair and pain. Thoughts lingered on your mind as regret sets in, crying on your way home as it rained on you on a sunny, bright afternoon.

“Hyunjin, w-where’s Oppa?”

Hyunjin ignored Jinsol’s question as she realized that you left. Maybe Hyunjin was right about that. With Hyunjin’s whimpers, Jinsol’s heart got hurt more as she saw her friends crying. She thinked of a plan as she got her things ready, preparing for something that Hyunjin got confused about.

“Unnie, where are you going?”

“Somewhere..”

“Unnie, please..”

Jinsol held Hyunjin’s hand as she didn’t answer her question but rather made a promise to her.

“Hyunjin..”

“W-what unnie?”

“Promise me something, don’t break it..”

“O-Okay, wha- what i-is it?”

“Promise me to protect Hyeju, promise me to always be by her side always.. Okay? Promise me that and I’ll come back, okay?”

Jinsol hugged Hyunjin as Hyunjin deepened the hug, still crying from her shoulder as Jinsol smiled right after.

“I p-promise unnie, I p-promise *sniffs*”

Jinsol then helped Hyunjin to stand up as she left the apartment until Hyunjin interrupted her.

“Unnie!”

“What Jin?”

“Take care!”

“Thanks..”

Hyunjin knew what she would do as she watched her in the distance, walking hurriedly as she murmured something to herself.

“I hope she succeeds, good luck Unnie..”

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Dark Hearts ~Yeorry

Chapter 2

"Mom what time will you be off work today?" Yerim asked her mother. The household was currently in a rushing mess, trying to get their things together in order to make it to school and work on time.

It was hard for Yerim to get around mostly because her mother Jinsoul was overprotective of her. She wasn't allowed to drive, barley allowed out of the house, never allowed at friends house or vise versa. It had caused Yerim to become a hermit crab. She had a phone, but almost everything on it was locked or monitored by Jinsoul.

Ever since Yerim's father passed away in a fatal car accident years ago, Jinsoul had been devastated, but that didn't stop her from living her life. Although for Yerim is affected her worse because her father was her best friend. Jinsoul always showed tough love to the girl because that's what her parents did to her. But a few months after the death, Jinsoul's childhood friend Jungeun had came into their lives. Helping the small family out whenever she could, which eventually led to her just living with them as well.

"I don't get off of work until 5 today, so if you need something call Jungeun alright?" The woman said as she picked up her car keys from the kitchen island.

Yerim

My heart started beating fast the moment I entered the huge private school. I constantly brushed the non-existent wrinkles out of my skirt out of anxiety while I walked through the main hallway.

When I reached my locker I put my backpack away and grabbed the materials I would need for my first hour class. My mother has always told me about my habit of looking down when walking and that I would pay for it one day, well..I guess that day was today. Because as I went to walk away I crashed into someone, falling over and all of my stuff fell on me too. I thought it was ok until I felt something hot spill on me during the fall. "Ouch!"

"Jesus kid!" I felt someone pull me up by my arm placing me on my feet. I finally opened my eyes and saw my first hour teacher. Just great.

"Mr. Lee I'm so sorry, I should've been watching where I was going" I panicked while excessively bowing.

"It's okay" he looked at my name tag, "Jung Yerim?" He said. I knew he had heard of my name before being that my father made a great impression on this town. Everyone was in shock when they heard of the news.

"How's everything at home?" Mr. Lee asked softly.

"We're living I guess" I nervously laughed, "erm...excuse me" I nervously waved goodbye before bolting to the nearest restroom to cry out of embarrassment.

I placed my books on top of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. "You're so stupid. Can't do anything right. Alrighty made a horrible first impression." I repeated to myself until tears streamed down my cheeks.

I was too busy in my head that I didn't notice someone had walked into the bathroom. A small hand was placed on my back causing me to screech, "ee!" Her face was small and slim the same goes for her figure. She was very short with long dark brown hair and bangs. I glanced at her tag that read: Jo-Wang Yeojin. Odd family name.

"Are you alright? What happened to you?" She gasped as she saw my coffee covered uniform. "Oh poor thing" she pouted before grabbing napkins out of the despenser. She then stated to wet them with water and started dabbing the stains out of my skirt as best as she could.

"My sister Hyeju has an extra uniform. You guys look to be the same size" Yeojin said. "You stay here and I'll go grab the uniform before we're both late" she giggled before rushing out the bathroom.

Why is she so nice to me?

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catching up with stuff on my dashboard and i saw that hyeju with a guitar pic so hear me out, rockstar hyeju who has her own band and rockstar hyeju who spots you in the crowd and invites you backstage for….something…

AHAUAIHAVENAKAK. the amount of times i’ve thought of rockstar hyeju is crazyyy >_< she fits the concept soo well.. and she is totally the type to fuck a fan backstage tbh.. it boosts her ego sooo muchhh.. lemme elaborate bae

warnings: english isn’t my first language, fem reader,band leader!dom (maybee switch???) hyeju, loossemble is actually a rock band, but other members aren’t really mentioned a lot , yves is your friend, oral (hyeju rec.) fingering (reader rec.), edging, thigh riding (reader rec.), hyeju gets jealous for a sec ^_^, marking, lmk if i missed any!!

minors dni

a loud “i hope you’re all enjoying the show!” rings throughout the venue, triggering screams and cheers through the crowd as the intro to day by day plays. from who? hyeju, your not-so-secret celebrity crush.

“but yvessss, hear me out!” you plead, holding your phone out to show your best friend the new selfies that hyeju just posted. and she just hums and shrugs in response. “mm.. she’s pretty i guess!” she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “you guess??? it’s son hyeju you’re talking about. she isn’t ‘i guess she’s pretty’ material!” you defend her almost like you actually know her.

yves sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she places the plastic cup back on the table. “look, yn.. if you really wanna see this chick so bad, i may or may not have a friend who’s also in loossemble. gowon could easily get you tickets, maybe even get you pretty close for the next show!” she offers, her expression acting like it’s nothing. “wait- are you serious? you’d do that for me?? could you??” you ask, eyes wide as you’re about to practically jump on the table. “yeah, i’ll do it right now.”

which is how you’re here, trapped in the pit with other fans bumping into eachother, hands reaching out to touch any of the members, even for a split second the second one of the girls met your section.

but one girl was particularly having fun near your section. none other than your celebrity crush.. hyeju. bringing her little breaks to where you could see her up close, to where you could see the blisters on her fingers from her guitar, and she especially had fun holding her fans hands, but she lingered on one especially— yours.

when she had a small break, she got your attention best she could, mouthing a ‘stay here after the show.’ before she’s going back to playing a sweet instrumental for the other girls, her dreamy vocals coming in every so often too. it was such a perfect night.. and it was about to get a hell of a lot better.

regrettably, the night came to an end. the last song fading to an end as hyeju bows and waves to her crowd. “wishing you all and excellent night! hope you enjoyed the show!” she yells, walking across the stage to make sure every section gets a proper goodbye.. especially yours, she lingers around it for a few seconds, nodding her head to you to make sure you actually stay. and stay you do.

as the venue clears out, your nerves rise more and more. what if she was talking to some other fan? you hang around the side of the area, nails tapping on your thighs nervously, mind racing with thoughts. until they stop when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. it’s hyeju.

you could honestly die right then and there. the way she nods her head to follow her as she keeps a tight grip on your wrist, pulling you backstage. “what’s your name?” she asks, leaning her head back as she walks ahead of you. “u-uh.. yn!” you stutter, blushing at how quick this is all going. “hm, cute. nice to know the name of the girl who’s about to eat me out.” she says confidently, pulling you into the dressing room quickly, locking the door behind her. “i’m gonna do what??” you say, eyes darting around the somewhat small room. “surprised you haven’t guessed yet. you haven’t heard the rumor of how i get rid of stress after shows?” she chuckles, patting your shoulder as she leans against the door. “i- um..!!!!!!!” you sputter, eyes trying to look at anywhere but her. hyeju. your literal celebrity crush. the one who’s about ‘relieve her stress’.

she smiles and rolls her eyes, hand reaching up to your hair to push you down to your knees. “fucking ruin me, babe. who knows, maybe i’ll let you ride my thigh if you do well-“ before she can even finish her sentence, you’re agreeing, fingers gliding under the waistband of her skirt and pressing kisses on her thighs. “okay… you don’t have to. just wanna help you.” you mutter against the skin, looking up at her. “mmhm… don’t leave me waiting now.” she says, fingers running through your hair.

and with that, your fingers are hooked under her waistband, pulling her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and as you do so, a small pang of guilt hits you. you’re literally just a one night stand for some girl who knows you like her.. well.. hyeju isn’t just some girl.. so maybe it’s not that bad..

you place small pecks on her thighs before finally connecting your lips to her core, which has her gripping your hair tighter and her hips bucking against your face, which leaves you whimpering against her as your tongue goes in and out of her, leaving her a moaning mess. “p-please.. w-what’s your name?” she whines out. “never mind… just- you’re doing so good, b-baby..!!” she squeaks, thighs squeezing around your head as you continue her work on her. your hands glide up and down her thighs, before one of your hands snake up her thigh, fingers teasing at her entrance.

her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a moan leaving her lips as your fingers go in and out of her, plus the added feeling of your lips on her just has her going crazy.. “um.. i’m close-“ she mumbles, grip tightening on your hair, which has you giggling against her. her hips are ever so slightly bucking into your face as she chases her release, and who are you to stop her?? with that, her release crashes into her like a wall of bricks, a broken whine leaving her lips as you help her ride out her high, and as she calms, a string of praises leave her as her fingers haphazardly run through your hair.

after a moment, hyeju calms down enough to sit down on a chair, pulling you up from you knees and bringing you to sit on her lap, shakily slotting hee thigh between yours. she looks up at you, and you notice how flushed her cheeks are before she speaks quietly, a tone of dominance back in her voice. “…fucking let me ruin you, baby. you did so well, gotta return the favor.” her hands are running all up your sides, before her experienced hands are sliding your panties off and tossing them to the table next to her.

her callused fingertips run down your slit, a low chuckle leaving her as she shakes her head. “you’re so wet.. jesusssss. i know you’re into me, but like.. all you did was eat me out. so needy..” hyeju teases, and you just whine in response, turning your head away. “ah ah…” she starts, fingers gripping your chin before turning your gaze back to her. “keep your eyes on me, baby.” she snaps, fingers inserting you in one fast motion, drawing a broken whine from you. “hyeju-“ you whine, but hyeju cuts you off. “what? you want me to stop?” she taunts, another low chuckle leaving her. “no, noooo please don’t stop!!” you whine, hands weakly pawing at her. “i won’t baby, i won’t… um.. how about you tell me about yourself? you know.. like why you like the band and stuff.” she says nonchalantly, almost like she isnt even fingering you and you’re not slowly unraveling on her lap right now..???!?? “u-um- well.. i’ve liked your band for a while.. m-maybe a f-few y-“ you cut yourself off with your own moan, and hyeju coos before she speaks again. “aaah, i probably should’ve mentioned this, if you stop talking, i’ll stop. so don’t mess up~”

this is going to be torture. “o-oh.. right. um. i think y-you’re definitely my favorite.. but i- i like hyunjin, too!” her fingers thrusts up into you harder, a tsk leaving her as she shakes her head. “nottttt the right thing to say to the girl who’s fucking you.. plus what’s wrong with just me? huh? you want her to fuck you instead?” she says in a rather mad voice, her fingers thrusting into you with reckless abandon at this point. “no-! no- only you!!” you whine, fingers digging into her shoulder. “mhm… that’s what i thought. keep talking, baby.” she scoffs, her gaze falling to the side for a second as she still uses you with what seems to be literally all of her arm strength. “u-ummm.. i don’t know.. i really like your music.. you’re really good at making it.. and you’re really pretty..!! a-and you have good selfies and outfits and you’re actually so c-charming it’s crazy.” you’re rambling.. but it’s not your fault you can barely think straight.

hyejus grows a small smile as she looks back up at you. “awww, really?” she coos. of course. she knows that so many people think that of her. but it reallyyy boosts her ego. and it’s definitely shown in the way she adds another finger, slowly easing it in before continuing her pace from before. catching you off guard, you can feel a heat rising in your stomach quickly and your walls fluttering as hyejus talented fingers ruin you. “i- god..! im c-close..” you mumble, and as soon as hyeju sees you reach your peak.. she pulls out.

“w-wha… hyeju…” you whine, clenching around nothing now, but hyeju just laughs and shakes her head. “what? dont go complaining yet. did you think you’d only get my fingers? that’s pathetic.” she says, easily moving you to have her thigh slotted between yours. her hands find their way to your hips, grip so hard it’s probably bruise.. “ride.” she says bluntly, and you can feel her thigh flex under you. “you- i- okay..” you whisper, the second you start to rut your hips against her, you feel like you could snap any second. especially with the way she starts to leave splotchy, purple marks on your neck and collarbone. your lips part in shock at the feeling, a light gasp leaving you. hyeju chuckles, hands guiding you to move faster on her thigh. “doing so well, baby.” she praises, a smirk on her face as she watches you slowly unravel, quick and short whines drawing out more and more.

“hyeju.. feels so good.” you whine, hiding your face in her shoulder. she just hums in approval, her grip tightening on you even more, guiding you to just keep going, we couldn’t have you stopping, right??

“wanna see you cum, can you do that for me??” she asks, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. “mhm~” you whine against her, and at this point, you’re definitely out of it. you can’t really think straight or speak coherently, and that just makes hyeju chuckle, but she isn’t teasing you about it..

you leave small pecks on her shoulder, still rocking your hips against her thigh as hyeju just helps you reach your climax. you’re getting closer, and closer.. until you feel a pressure build in your stomach, a broken whine leaving you. “i- ‘m close…!” you wail out, and hyeju doesn’t deny you it. in fact, she presses her thigh against you even more, gripping your hips so tightly, (they definitely left a bruise in the morning..) guiding you quickly against her thigh, because nothing boosts her ego more than seeing some random girl unravel for her.

“let go, baby.” she whispers, and with that, you’re finishing like you haven’t before, and you swear that for a split second, you didn’t really have much guilt about.. well getting literally ruined by your celebrity crush.

as you fell from your high, heavy breaths against her shoulder and hyeju trying to keep in her laugh at how cute you looked, she left small pecks on your cheeks, caressing them softly. for being a one-time thing.. this was oddly affectionate. she sighs a little, flipping your skirt back down, as she helps you off her lap. she leans back in her chair for a second, eyes falling on the table she threw your panties on. “hey, quick question… do you think i could keep those?”

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hope you liked this ^_^ yes it did lowkey make me rethink my whole life but this was so fun to write!! thank you for the ask !

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