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yminie · 5 years

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fast lane | kim seokjin (m)

pairing: Seokjin x Reader genre/warnings: FormulaOneRacer!Jin, PitCrew!Reader, enemies to lovers, only partially factual depiction of the formula one, brief scenes of car accidents, mentions of injuries, alcohol consumption, smut, oral sex(receiving), (not quite) cumplay, unprotected sex (please be safe and responsible no matter what you read in fanfiction!) words: 20.6k summary: “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

a/n: this is a month and a half late, but at least I finished it <3 Happy very belated Birthday Seokjinnie!

Sponsor parties were mundane. Not even the fancy hors d’oeuvres, nor the free champagne could change that fact, though you might not be quite so bored had you been someone worth paying attention to.

The room was filled with men in suits and women in sparkling jewels and long dresses, all their faces marred with pride leaving them all to blur together, hard to decipher one rich benefactor from the next. And you were but a little person, wearing a dress you got far cheaper than it had looked and owning a name that meant nothing to those who’d not bother to ask.

And so you stayed within a few metre radius of the refreshments table, hovering as comfortably as you could get while periodically reaching for another bite sized snack, ignoring the judgmental glance you were shot with each empty glass flute you traded for a full. Though you weren’t alone, any member belonging to a pit crew standing about in quite the same way, and you were comforted by your fellow garage rat beside you, regardless of how comfortable Jimin managed to look in a suit.

“Don't eat that, they’re gross.” You glance up as Jimin elbows your side carelessly, fingers slipping and dropping the small tartelette back onto its plate with a clink. You have to remind yourself not to automatically wipe the slight greasy residue on your fingers against the side of your dress, and pinch the napkin in your hand between thumb and forefinger, glaring at Jimin in turn. “Trust me, that was the first mistake I made tonight.”

“Well I can’t keep taking the fancy crustless mini sandwiches, the waiter looks about ready to chop my fingers off.” Jimin snorts into his glass of champagne, composing himself to nod elegantly as an older woman eyes him with slight contempt at the horrifying sound. You glance at the waiter in question only to flinch when you find his eyes already on you, hands by his sides clenched tight, and you turn back to face the room without another word. “Not my fault the others ate the good quiche bites.”

“You know damn well you had plenty yourself.” Jimin smirks, plush lips dragging across the rim of his glass before he tips his head back and downs the rest, and you watch as he reaches back to place it down with the others behind you. “Besides, we’re getting McDonalds after this anyway, remember? Our sweats are in Jungkook’s car.”

You almost hiss in delight at the reminder, ready to strip off this too tight dress and slip into a large triple cheeseburger meal with nuggets on the side. A worthy reward for making it through the press junket today and this cocktail party indeed, especially considering you had the day off tomorrow, you were ready for the oily food induced coma.

“Who needs diets anyway?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Jungkook materialises at Jimin’s side, and you roll your eyes in jealousy. You knew for a fact Jungkook’s torso was as ripped as they come, and you also knew he could probably count the days he hasn’t eaten takeaway this year on his right hand. The boy was one step up from a garbage disposal unit with the amount of crap he ate, and yet not a pound seemed to stick.

“Are you having fun?” Jungkook barely looks at you before he rolls his eyes, neck rolling right along with them as he squares his shoulders with a quiet click and pops each side of his neck. You can see his shoulders are carrying a lot of tension and you’re not surprised, being this years newbie for the team meant a lot of talking himself up to any possible sponsors, and you knew just as well as anyone that befriended Jungkook that he did not like to talk about himself much.

“Stopping here with you two has probably been the most pleasant part of my evening so far.” He smiles and nods at someone across the room before looking between you and Jimin again, lowering his voice to ensure none of the surrounding richies hear him. “I don’t know how hyung does it, these oldies are stingy as fuck.”

For a second you’re confused, thinking he’s talking about Jimin, but a glance at where he’d been looking across the room lands your gaze on a certain someone incredibly hard to miss.

Kim Seokjin, underground newbie turned world number one, an F1 racing champion in just two years, was the hottest commodity in the room. Many of the men in this room would give almost as much to be him as they ladies would give to be with him, and if they were lucky he might just flirt enough to slip you his business card with a sly smile. Sparkling eyes drawing you in, and pouted lips speaking ever so sweetly to have you immediately reaching into your pockets to offer him whatever money you could afford to give.

It made you sick.

Jin was all to familiar with these parties, all too comfortable with the way he swindled freshly divorced, middle aged ladies into gifting him half their lives earnings with the sickeningly sweet promise to win just for them. You been to enough parties to witness his conniving ways, and every time you grew more and more frustrated at just how good he was at it. What you wouldn’t give for a woman to shut him down, crush his pride and step on his ego just a little.

“You don’t need to be like that to get good sponsors, Kook.” You immediately pull the boy from his star filled gaze towards the elder, and you ignore the chuckle Jimin releases beside you. “These things take time, and you’re a good racer. By the time the end of year races are up, people will be begging to sponsor you. You don’t need to be fake to get their money–”

“If you couldn’t already tell, _____ doesn’t quite like the way Jin makes his way around.” Jimin only smiles wider as you whine in complaint, and the two boys trade an almost secret smile, glancing at you in tandem. “Just takes practice kid, you’ll be fine.”

“He’s just so greasy–” You’re cut off again, glare intensifying on the side of Jin’s head.

“I know, hyung.” Jungkook is about to speak again when a very formal looking woman with an earpiece hisses his name from beside him, and you and Jimin are both forced to muffle your laughter as the boy takes on a very deer-caught-in-headlights expression. Sheepishly, he waves back at the two of you before quickly dispersing, and the woman follows him seconds later, keeping her eyes carefully trained on the youngster.

“Caught out.” You hum, laughing along with Jimin. But then your eyes drift across the room again, and your laughter catches in your throat as you meet the smug gaze of one tall, reluctantly truthfully, handsome man.

It’s always baffled you, honestly, that just one person could evoke such frustration and anger from within you when you were normally such a peaceful, calm person. Kim Seokjin had had a talent for manipulation and antagonisation from the very first day you’d met him, and even after nearly three years of working within the same team in the company, he’d never managed to make you warm up to him.

Even now, his gaze his filled with mirth, eyes crinkled at the corners and the curve of his mouth too proud and confident for your liking. Jin knew exactly what you’d thought about him, and even more frustratingly he didn’t mind one bit, content on keeping it that way just to save himself the trouble of having to reflect on his dishonest ways.

“I gotta pee.” Jimin breaks the staring match you’d taken on with Jin from across the crowd, and you flinch back to attention as he steps around you and heads off in the direction of the restrooms. He doesn’t notice the way he leaves you behind, blushing bright pink and stepping uncomfortably from foot to foot, and you take that to your advantage.

You turn and make a beeline for the courtyard doors, stepping onto the stone path with a quiet click of your sensible heels before cursing the fact you’d forgotten to grab another glass of champagne, and taking to tapping your fingers on your purse instead as you circle around the small gardens. There aren't as many people out here, probably thanks to the colder weather, and you thank your past self for deciding to wear something with longer sleeves as you immediately locate a comfortable looking seat and settle down with a sigh.

Only the moonlight you quietly bask in is quickly hidden behind the wide silhouette of the last person you’d wished to speak to, and you internally damn the way the soft garden lights highlight the sharpness of his jawline as he smirks down at you, matching your glare with a look of amusement.

“Can I help you?” You don’t bother waiting for him to speak first, not wanting to hear whatever line he’d managed to cook up in that conniving head on his walk out here, and your temper flares upon the way his eyes immediately shine in delight. He loves the challenge interacting with you promises, and you loathe being the object of any modicum of joy in his life.

“Just thought I’d come say hi to one of my lovely ex-crew members.” The curve of his eyes as he grins only makes him more handsome, and you can feeling the lines on your forehead start to engrave themselves in your skin as your frown deepens. “I wasn’t aware you’d be in attendance tonight, but when I felt the warmth of your hate fire heating my smooth skin from across the room, I just knew I’d get the pleasure of see your lovely glaring face.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Some old ladies to seduce into giving you their retirement bonus?” He lifts his hand to sip from the glass he’s holding, and unsurprisingly your contempt deepens at the revelation that you still have no alcoholic beverage while he does. The audacity!

“Ah, but I’ve already done my rounds!” He pats the pocket of his slacks on his left hip with a wide smile, emphasising the flat nature of the fabric. “No more cards to give out, I’m on free time.”

“And yet you’re choosing to use it ruining mine, how lovely.” You cross your arms over your chest and lean back into your seat, ignoring the way his buttoned jacket emphasises the slimness of his waist in comparison to how insanely broad his shoulder are. Honestly, can the man even fit through doors these days?

“Well Jimin’s inside distracting Jungkook from handing out his contact cards, and you,” he gestures toward you with a tilt of his head as he grins, “are out here all alone. I figured you could use a little company, lighten the mood since you seem to be bored.”

“If you want my mood to lighten you could always head back inside.” Then venom in your voice catches even you off guard, and for a moment you think hard on just how close you are to getting your period, fully ready to blame the mood you’re in on your irrational female hormones. But Jin merely laughs, eyes crinkling almost shut as he leans over slightly, and you forget your earlier shock to frown at his amusement once more.

“Oh, _____. Lovely as ever, hm?” You simply stare up at him in annoyance as he quirks his brow, and you both turn at the sound of footsteps only to find a pair of boys staring with wide eyes as they carefully approach, no doubt weary of what they could be walking into.

Jimin is taking in the way you’re pressing yourself back into the chair with a hesitant smile, but he relaxes when you immediately calm and start to turn your body towards him. Jungkook on the other hand is making a beeline for his teammate, chattering happily about finally giving out all his business cards as the elder smiles at him with pride.

“You ready to head out?” Jimin’s words have you up and ready to go in seconds and you immediately move to head back inside when Jin’s voice has your joints locking up and your feet freezing in place.

“Where are you guys off to?” Your knee jerk reaction is to immediately cut Jungkook off as he goes to speak and inform Seokjin that it is none of his business, but you hold yourself back for fear of your nugget rights being restricted when you get to the drive thru.

“Going to get cheeseburgers hyung, you wanna come?” You frown at the side of Jungkook’s head, blinking hard as though you may truly penetrate his skull and beat his brain to bits with your gaze alone, but your attention is taken by the way Seokjin immediately chuckles. It’s almost as though he waits for you to turn and meet his gaze before he speaks, lifting his glass in farewell as he starts to take a step backwards.

“My metabolism isn’t quite what it used to be at your age. Besides, I’m in the mood for another drink, and I’m quite sure the chairman's wife promised to get me one.” He turns with a wave to depart, but not before glancing at you once more over his shoulder with an arrogant smile. “You kids have fun now!”

You don’t realise how hard you’re shooting daggers with your eyes until you turn your stare on Jungkook and the poor boy flinches, frozen in alarm as he watches you turn on your heel and storm back into the party. Jimin sighs before patting him on the shoulder good naturedly and pulling the other boy along behind him, shaking his head as the younger mutters quietly. “W-What’d I do?”

__________

“Mr Kim, Mr Kim! Over here!”

“Big smiles, Seokjin. To the right!”

“Kim Seokjin! Is it true you’ve received sponsorship from–”

“Mr Kim, how do you respond to the dating rumors between you and–”

“God, is this ever gonna end?” You groan as Jimin steps up beside you, the arms of his jumpsuit tied around his waist to show the plain white sleeveless tank underneath and flex of his muscular arms as he lifts a punctured tyre onto the rack you’re leant against. He doesn’t bother to look back, one glance at you showing exactly where your gaze is fixed, and instead smiles empathetically, mutual in your disdain for the press grouping outside the garages as they hover and shout for attention.

That attention being from one Kim Seokjin where he’s stood off to the side, leant so picture-perfectly against the edge of the garage doorway, adjusting his jumpsuit with his hair swept back in a cap, trying his best to act as though he’s not actually posing. Every now and then his manager leans across and speaks to him quietly before returning to typing in his phone, and you can’t quite tell if it’s purely to look as though he is busy, or the man actually has work to complete through the little device.

“Let’s just hope once his qualifying race is over they’ll go away.” Even to Jimin himself, his words sound too good to be true, but you both nod good naturedly before you’re pulled away, and you’re forced to push the infernal shouting out of your ears as your hands close around the tablet you’re handed. Diagnostics was what you were here for, and the faster the car was ready, the faster the racer could get out onto the track.

Jungkook is here too, stood off the other side as he slowly and methodically stretches his muscles, and though there aren't quite so many shouting for his attention, you know he’s excited at the prospect of finally getting out onto the tarmac. This is Jungkook’s first finale, never before having ranked high enough, and factoring in the company he’s now contracted to, and the type of money that’s been spent on his car, you don't doubt his career is about to jet off.

“Where are we at with diagnostics?” You almost jump in surprise at the sound of someone so close to you, leaning back away from the intruder where they’re leaning over your shoulder, but at the sight of the head manager you quickly concentrate back onto your tablet. Like most of the men here at the hottest part of the day, he’s taken on a slightly musky scent through the heat, and you can tell another hour or so and his sweaty smell will be starting to overpower any trace of his cheap cologne.

“Approximating around 85%, estimated ready time around ten minutes.” He nods silently, not sparing you a second glance before he steps around you to overlook the work of the others closer to the car, but you’re not surprised. You’d heard on more than one occasion of his disdain and lack of understanding when it came to women working within the Formula One racing teams, but you always tried not to let it affect you.

“Moving out!” The words catch your attention quickly, distracting you from your brooding, and you look to the side to watch as Seokjin’s car is rolled from the garage out into the open pit lane. The man himself stands ready to attention, and when he slips the cap from his head it’s to reveal a headband underneath that he quickly adjusts to tuck away any wayward strands of hair and reveal his eyebrows.

Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking, the set of his brows and clench of his jaw so determined, that even you have to admit he looks sexy so concentrated. But that’s all a part of his appeal and power over women weaker than you, good looks harboured like a weapon to deceive and seduce, something you’ve always refused to let sway your opinion of him.

His manager speaks to him for a few more seconds as he rolls his shoulders and firmly fixes his jumpsuit shut, zipper pulled right up to hide his collarbones and the base of his defined neck. Their conversation ends in a firm nod from Seokjin and a double handed pat on the back of his shoulders from the older man, and you watch silently as Jin winds his arms out in tight circles before rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. And when he’s finally limber enough, he picks his helmet up from where it’s perched on the bench behind him and slips it over his head, not a glance given to anyone around him before his face is covered.

The only indication you can see between Jin and his younger teammate when they’re in uniform is the build. Where Jungkook is more defined, thicker around his bottom half, Seokjin is broad and taller, long lean torso under wide shoulders and over shapely hips.

This is something else you notice as you watch his back approach the car, legs long as he climbs inside and concentrates hard on his prep as he adjusts himself firmly within the seat and checks his car. Not long after the engine fires up with a slight roar as he revs it, and once the thundering dies away into a steady thrum, you notice the silence he’s left in his wake as everyone bearing witness prepares to watch him start his qualifying race.

You, however, force yourself to look away as he glides down the pit lane to emerge along the straight just past the starting line, and the empty track is quickly filled with the higher pitched whining so characteristic to a formula one car. The sound echoes off every surface without the roar of an excited crowd to break it apart, and you’re reminded how grateful you’ll be on race day when you’re wearing your headset.

Jin is sitting idle at the start line, engine fully warmed as he awaits the official start of his qualifier, and by then diagnostics on Jungkook’s car are done, and you no longer have a reason to be petty and ignore the show before you. And he’s definitely a sight to behold as he revs hard and tears down the straight as the loud beep sounds to signify his starting time, and a tense silence befalls everyone present once more as you all watch him scream across the track. His racing is immaculate, impressively so, and more than once you hear the other boys howl in appreciation as how perfectly he executes a turn.

And when he finally pulls back into the pit lane after his cool down lap around the track, he’s met with no surprise on the fact he’s qualified at number one, securing himself the front most position at the starting line. The garage echoes in cheers as he pulls to a stob in front of the doors, and even you put your disdain aside to clap as Jin climbs from the car and pulls his helmet from his head, revealing his glinting eyes and wide smile as his manager claps him heartily on the back.

“No pressure right?” A nervous chuckle from your left has you frowning, and you nudge Jungkook’s arm to pull his gaze from his successful teammate, his lower lips red and swollen from the nibbling of his teeth.

“You’re an amazing racer, Kook. Have a little more faith in yourself.” Jungkook nods under your stern gaze but doesn’t look the slightest bit soothed by your words, and you sigh. “Hey–” his eyes shoot up to you again, and you smile gently at his wide, shiny eyes, “–I mean it dude. Don’t compare yourself to someone who’s been racing for more than three years longer than you. You’ve got an amazing opportunity with this car, and I have complete faith in you that you’re going to show everyone here just how awesome you are, yeah?”

“Thanks, _____.” Jungkook is looking bashful now, eyes fixed to his feet even as they curve up in happiness, and you can tell his bitten lip is to hide the smile that wants to emerge. You almost snort, shaking your head as you chuckle, and warmth on your other side has you turning to find Jimin leaning around you to smile at Jungkook, eye crinkled even more.

“_____’s right, little bro. You’ve got some of the best parts money can buy and a tonne of determination. We know you’re gonna kill it.” Jungkook is growing shyer under the praise and you both start to coo as he shifts from one foot to the other, glancing around as if to seek a reason to walk away, but his spine stiffens as the light in front of you dims, and you both turn to see his object of disdain.

Your own expression hardens as you recognise Byun Baekhyun first, ironically enough considering he just so happens to be the shorter of the two approaching the open roller door of your garage, but your gaze quickly settles on Park Chanyeol behind him as the two come to a stop. Both their faces are handsome, yet marred in that same expression of arrogance and superiority that seems so common of racers these days. You don’t like them one bit, and for a second you feel the urge to simply close the roller door in their faces just to watch how they would react.

“Well, well, the rumours are true. Jeon Jungkook, making his Grand Prix finale debut only a year after his epic failure in the first race of the season, what an inspirational story!” It’s nasty and cruel, the expression that settles upon Baekhyun’s face, and you immediately step forward to be in line with Jungkook as the younger boy squares his shoulders and straightens himself. He’s taller and more muscular than Byun, but you can tell their sudden appearance has put him on a nervous edge, which he simply can't afford so close to his qualifier.

“Kook, you’re on in five minutes!” An unaware voice shouts from somewhere deeper in the garage, and though you all hear it none of you react, eyes fixed hard on the intruders before you as they stare right back, delight sickeningly bright in their eyes.

“You’ve got a nice new car though this year, Jeon. You might even qualify in the top twenty!” You can’t help the way your expression scrunches up at the implication, especially with the knowledge that there are only twenty cars in the entire race, and you find it oddly stupid that either of the dim-witted boys facing off before you find the statement funny. But your disgust doesn’t go unnoticed, and you’re the next subject of Byun’s attention. “Oh, little miss guard dog isn’t amused?”

“The fuck’d you say–?”

“Oh, sorry I don’t seem to be unintelligent enough to quite understand your clearly superior level of humour.” Your hand clasps Jimin’s as he makes to dart forward in front of you, and you hide your nervousness as a few heads start to turn in your direction at his outburst. Now he’s pissed, and you can feel the heat of his skin as he disconnects his hand from yours and clenches his fists by his sides. “One too many thrashes must’ve dumbed you down enough for it though.”

“Fiesty!” The taller of the two remarks, and your nose scrunches in disgust once more as his eyes roam up and down your figure, pausing more than once on your chest where your shirt clings a little tighter. “Tell me, is she as spicy between the sheets or does she get even hotter when you shut her up with a co–”

“Boys, boys, you seem to be lost.” The tone Seokjin uses cuts through the conversation like a knife, and can barely peek past the broad expanse of his shoulders as he steps in front of you. “You’re a little further down. You know, the cheaper garages.”

“We just came to well wish the youngster. Heaven forbid we get an impressive repeat of last year's failure.” The tshirt pulled tight across Jin’s back only emphasises the muscles that lay beneath the skin as he tenses, and you’re almost filled with the desire to reach out and feel just how firm each bulge and divot are. Shaking yourself from your stupor though, you go to move forward and stand beside Jin to get a view on the opposition, but a sharp look from the elder boy over his shoulder has you freezing in place with a meek expression.

They’re talking about Jungkook’s first official race. The one that had not only kicked off his career but simultaneously ended his streak of success, and left him with the lifelong embarrassment of being the kid that spun out on his very first lap. No one would take him, companies deeming him too young or too inexperienced to be worth investing in, and he’d almost given up hope.

But that was before he was found by Seokjin, who’d seen the light and determination in the younger and beseeched his company to sign the youngster. To give him the chance nobody would, leaving himself open to blame if something were to go wrong. The company had flat out refused, reasoning they had plenty of talented and experienced racers that were far more reliable than a young newbie with no clear strengths. And it wasn’t until Jin had almost threatened to leave that they changed their tune, refusing to lose their number one, and now Jungkook was in the top five within the team and was joining one of the most inspirational racers in his life in the Grand Prix finale.

So to say that baiting Jungkook into feeling insecure right before his qualifier and right in front of Jin was a mistake? Would be an understatement.

“We have enough well wishes in the team, feel free to leave.” Byun opens his mouth to retort something no doubt as stupid as his last comments, but a muffled shout of his name in the distance has both boys turning their heads to the side before quickly making to leave, but not before Chanyeol has his say.

“Do try to stay on the track this time around Jeon – or don’t. I won’t argue with it if you’re content to make winning easier for us.” Before another word can be said, they’re gone, and you can hear the calls as last checks are made and Jungkook’s car starts to be escorted out of the garage. The youngster turns to snatch his helmet from the rack behind him, hair messy in his headband before you reach out a gentle hand to stop him, and you notice his inability to look you in the eyes even as you adjust the wayward strands to ensure they stay out of the way.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just jealous you’re doing so well so quickly compared to them. They’ve been around longer than I have, and they’ve never seen fast success like yours.” Jin speaks from over your shoulder, and you can tell Jungkook wants to be soothed by the elder boys words, but he’s too far in his own head.

“Don’t push yourself harder than you need to. The finale isn’t about qualifying position, there aren’t enough cars for it to be something you need to achieve, okay?” Jungkook nods at your words, but you can tell he’s not hearing you as he slips his gloves on and tightens them at the wrists, twisting his shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tense muscles in his neck. “Just keep yourself calm and stay focused on the real test ahead of you – race day is next week, and anything can happen out on that track no matter where you start in the line up.”

“Yup.” Jungkook slips past you and between yours and Jin’s bodies while slipping on his helmet, and you sigh, eyes falling shut as you take a deep breath, and when you reopen them it’s to the view of Jungkook climbing into his car and settling in, shoulders still square and stiff.

“Aish, that kid.” Jimin’s still angry about the altercation, frustration not really meant for Jungkook, but you know he can’t help it in the heat of the moment. He hurries off to stand at the sideline of the garage to watch the youngsters laps, but you hang back for a moment, saying a silent prayer for Jungkook to do well as you listen to the now familiar hum of his engine.

“You okay?” It takes you a few seconds for the words to register, as well as the fact they’re directed at you, and you can’t help the way you glance at Seokjin in obvious surprise as he steps closer to you, eyes completely focused on your face rather than his teammate.

“What?” You’re pulling a blank, and Jin’s lips curl at the corners while he throws a single glance at the back of Jungkook’s car as he starts to pull away from the garage and up the pit lane, soon returning his gaze to you.

“Byun and Park are pretty disgusting. The things they were saying...I just hope their bullshit doesn’t get to you–” You’re surprised once more at his consideration, but force your eyebrows to relax back into their regular height on your head as you too follow the sight of Jungkook’s car across the track as he warms himself up to the course.

“Seokjin, to be quite honest, I’m really all too familiar with boy toy racers and their opinions of women working in the pits.” You cut him off and his expression flattens before pulling into a frown, and you intently watch Jungkook as he nears the starting line in an attempt to ignore his gaze. “I’m sure you’ve heard the same. Been warned about how women working in the pits are just in it for the attention and to sleep with all the racers in the hopes that one of them might just be interested enough to knock them up and slap a ring on their finger before they call it a day.”

“That’s wrong though.” Jungkook indicates one more warm up lap, and you let your eyes fall back on Seokjin, finding him facing you completely as he too pulls his gaze from the youngster. For some reason you’d expected his opinion to be similar to the others you’d heard about so often, but the heat in your eyes shows you just how passionately he feels about such a subject, and that fact catches you off guard. “So many women work in the pit crews because they genuinely enjoy it and are interested in the races and the cars. It’s stupid how so many can take one conceived notion and turn it into a stereotype, let alone speak to a woman in such a way as to suggest–”

“He’s starting–sorry.” You both pause with your eyes locked, and you feel a deep sense of appreciation at Jin’s obvious contempt for the awful notion, and for a few seconds you simply gaze at each other as you try and find something to say, before simply deciding on a quiet–”Thank you.”

“No need.” You both are broken from your almost trance-like staring contest to the squeal of tyres roaring down the straight, and you immediately fix your eyes intently on Jungkook’s car, body leaning forward unconsciously to get a better view as silence befalls the garage.

Jungkook’s car jerks around the first corner a little too fast but mostly stable, and you force yourself not to wince at how clearly he is ignoring your advice, pushing himself to go as fast as he can instead of simply making a consistent and decent time. The next few turns seem to have come good, but you can tell he’s hating the idea of losing time, as the roaring of his exhaust becomes a dead giveaway of how hard he’s hitting the accelerator before stomping the breaks hard just to gain enough traction to swing his car around the next corners.

You’d like to say the black marks he’s leaving on the bitumen are a good sign, but you can’t find it within you to lie to yourself like that.

“C’mon kid, slow down.” You mutter uncontrollably under your breath and Jin glances at you from the corner of his eye, expression ernest and clear agreement on his face, but you can also see the lingering panic that’s starting to bud within you as well, and your eyes start to burn as you stare hard at the car winding its way through the track.

One could argue that Jin is worried because Jungkook is bordering on beating his time, but you know the real reason. Jungkook’s tyres are burning up on that hot track, grip and traction melting away as he drags them hard along the rough surface. And what bothers you even more is you know Jungkook knows that it’s a bad idea, but so driven by frustration and the desire to prove himself is quickly beginning to look like his downfall, and you feel your heart drop as he comes screaming into the last bend, and many things happen at once.

A cry of panic rings out that you don’t entirely recognize, but the warm hand that closes in on your arm has you jerking in place, and your dry throat aches in the wake of the sharp sound you’d emitted. Jimin is holding you back from where you’d immediately stepped forward, but quickly releases you to take his own step forward, and then another, before you’re both tearing across the pit lane towards the inner track barricade. Feet pounding so hard against the concrete that your teeth rattle together in your head, you don’t realise you’re crying until you taste the salt of your tears as they run down onto your lips.

Jungkook’s car fishtails with the loss of traction in his wheels and you can see his hands jerking across the steering wheel as he tries to straighten his car, pushing more speed into it in and attempt to right his position faster. But his wheels are bordering on bare, and within seconds he’s send flying up the curve of the track and straight onto the barricade where he flips, and for one heart stopping second, the top of his car crashes hard into the wall.

You can’t hear the shouts for emergency services, nor can you hear the sounds of others around you yelling or running out onto the track, All you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your temples as blood rushes through your ears, and you follow Jimin over the barricade and onto the open track without a seconds pause, ignoring the shout of your name behind you.

Twisted bits of metal have flown so far across the track that you’re jogging over the ripped, jagged pieces fifteen feet out from the car itself, and you can feel yourself gasping for air as your lungs choke on the smoke that’s starting to lift through the air around the wreck.

“_____! Don’t!” The shouting finally starts to get through to you, moments before arms are wrapped around you and your face is pressed into a hard chest, and you instantly sob into the clean, fresh fabric of a tshirt as you’re held in place, cheek vibrating with the power of the heart pumping within. More feet are clattering on the road, as well as the sirens of the emergency car as it pulls out of the pit lane and speeds towards the wreck.

You struggle in the person's grip, twisting in an attempt to see the battered car behind you, needing to see Jungkook with your own two eyes, needing that reassurance that the crash always looks worse than it is, and that he’s really completely fine. But you’re jarred back into place by firm hands on your arms, and you finally lift your teary eyes to face the stranger, only for them to widen when the flushed, panicked gaze of Kim Seokjin meets yours.

His own eyes are glassy, high cheekbones flushed and a light layer of perspiration covering his forehead and the sides of his neck, and for a few seconds his gaze flickers between you and the disaster behind you, his expression pinching when the whining of metal being ripped apart meets your ears, and your leaking eyes fall closed with another sob.

Jin’s fingers tug on your arms in an effort to pull you into his chest once more, but before you make contact another set of arms is twisting around your waist, and as Jimin’s croaky voice speaking your name sends you weak, Jin finally releases you for the younger to pull your head onto his shoulder.

And there you stay, wrapped in Jimin’s arms with a stiff, quiet Seokjin beside you, all watching as Jungkook is finally pulled from the wreckage, and the sirens throbbing through your ears as the ambulance tears away, headed down the track with the youngster inside.

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The scent of bleach and antiseptic hand wash is thick this far into the wards of the hospital, too far away from any open doors or windows to alleviate the strength of the smell, and the unnatural feel to the cold air has you on edge as you navigate through the long hallways to Jungkook’s room. The air conditioning is pumped right up, leaving behind a chilly bite, and you find yourself crossing your arms over your torso to hug yourself in an attempt to hold in some lingering warmth.

You pause for a second as you go to turn left at the end of the hall, frowning as you look down to the right and attempt to remember if you’re going the right way, but the creak of a door opening down the hall has you turning back, and at the appearance of Seokjin slipping from one of the doors, you continue on your way. His face is a little flushed, hair messy like he’s been running his fingers through it too much, and when he finally notices you approaching, you can see the way he’s looking a little lost behind his eyes.

“Hey.” You try to greet him casually, privy to how awful you probably look yourself, and he quietly returns the sentiment, turning to settle in one of the hallway chairs and gesturing you to do the same. “Is your manager in? The doctor was waiting for him to give us his results.”

“Yeah, he’s in there.” Jin fixes his stare on the closed door, and when you glance over you faintly notice the movement of shadowy silhouettes behind the frosted glass. “They didn’t tell you the damage?” You don’t speak, merely shaking your head, and Jin leans forward to bury his head in his hands, sighing deeply as he rubs at his tired eyes. “He’s lucky nothing’s broken, but his left shoulder and wrist are solidly fractured from the side that collided with the barrier. Nasty case of bruised ribs but his x rays have come back clear, nothing broken or damaged internally.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you feel yourself relax slowly, that terror you’d felt at the sight of Jungkook in a neck brace with his face puffy and sallow starting to dissipate with the knowledge he’d be up and about within a few days. “Thank god.”

Jin hums in agreement as silence falls upon the two of you, and as it stretches on you grasp at strings for something to say, the situation having been thrust upon you sending you off kilter. You’d never been so cordial with one another, so set in your ways of disdain towards him that when the requirement arises for you to be polite, you’re thrown for a loss, and for a few seconds you sit with your mouth hanging open, throat working as you attempt to get something out.

“Are you...still going to be able to race?” The question has him lifting his face from his hands, and you can see the round, pink marks on his cheeks where the pads of his fingers had been digging into the soft flesh.

“They’re contracting Hoseok to fill in. He does a qualifying lap with the second group tomorrow instead but I…” he trails off, sitting up a little straighter as a noise from just on the other side of the door pulls your attention for a second, “...I don’t think I’ll make it to support him.”

“You’re going to stay here?” The softness in your voice pulls his attention, and he wearily looks up to meet your eyes, becoming flustered at the sudden tenderness there. But you can’t help it, your own soft spot for Jungkook being reflected within Seokjin something you appreciate openly, knowing just how much Jungkook looks up to the elder even if you can’t always see him as someone inspirational. “Don’t push yourself too much, you still have a race to prep for.”

“Is it inappropriate for me to feel so...shit? About this?” Jin suddenly confides in you, and for a few seconds you stare at him with wide eyes, confusion pulling your brows together. “He pushed himself so hard because of me, tried so hard to get pole position because I did it.”

“Jin–”

“If it weren’t for me showing off and being such a spectacle, Kook would have qualified like everyone else. He wouldn’t have been so determined to make such reckless moves just to get–” He jumps and cuts himself off at the hand you lay on his jittering thigh, stopping it in its tracks where it had begun to bounce insistently up and down, shoe tapping on the floor, and his wide, glassy eyes meet yours in surprise.

“I think you’re upset, and a little scared. And you’re trying to find something to pour that energy into, and instead of blaming yourself you could use that to reassure your teammate.” He’s fixated on you as you speak, and after a small hesitation, you lean in to tuck your chin over his shoulder in an awkward, stiff hug. “He was upset, and he let himself indulge too far in his emotions to make wise decisions. And there’s no need to let that blame fall on you, because all you did was what you were meant to.”

“Then why do I feel like I haven’t done enough?” Jin relaxes in your hold, leaning into your unfamiliar embrace as his cheek rests in the curve of your neck, and you take a deep, soothing breath, letting the pleasant smell of his cologne and natural scent wash over you.

“Because you love him. And the knowledge of just how much you mean to him is a heavy burden on your shoulders, because you relate to him and where he’s come from.” You stroke a gentle hand across his back between his shoulders, feeling the way the muscles ripple under your palm as he adjusts his position. “But you still need to live your own life, strive for yourself. Jungkook has a long life of racing ahead of him, he’ll get his chance again.”

You both break apart with a slight jump as the door to Jungkook’s room clicks open, and a flush heats your cheeks as the boys’ manager slips from within, weariness tiring his expression even as he pauses with calculating eyes on the two of you. Guilt must be clear on your faces, because he silently regards you both with a raised brow before gesturing Jin closer with a jerk of his head.

The broad man stands from beside you and steps forward, making to enter the room, but he pauses once more to look back at you, stepping nervously from one foot to the other. “Do you...want to see him again?”

“No, that’s okay. Now I know he’s not by himself I’m gonna head home.” You stand, automatically wiping your slightly damp palms on your thighs. “I’ll see you both later.”

“_____.” Jin’s soft voice pulls you to a stop mid step away, and you slowly turn your head to look back at him, finding him alone now as his manager walks away down the hall, phone pressed to his ear. “Thank you, really.”

You both hover nervously, the air between you growing awkward quickly, and your blush is reflected high on Jin’s cheekbones as his gaze starts to falter, eyes blinking quickly as he glances about the hall. You can’t find it in yourself to respond, throat locking up, and in the end you merely nod at him with a small smile, a mutual understanding swimming in your gazes as you both turn simultaneously, Jin stepping out of sight into the room, and you starting your tense walk back to the hospital entry.

It’s only now that you notice how much his presence within your hold had warmed you, the goose bumps now popping up along the surface of your arms tingling as you rub your hands over the sensitive flesh. But you shake your head at the simple lingering thought of hugging him again, huffing as you step into the elevator at the end of the next hallway and slapping your hand to your forehead with a groan.

You will not think about Seokjin and his broad shoulders, toned arms and warm chest. No, you will not!

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The garage had felt busy last week with test runs, but it was nothing like how alive it had become upon race day. Every member on the team is dressed uniform, jumpsuits and headsets making it hard to decipher one person from another upon first glance, and you brush your baby hairs up under your cap and away from the sticky perspiration on your face as you rush from one end of the garage to the other.

Not quite harbouring the strength for the assembly of the cars, you’re instead tasked with the responsibility of ensuring all conditions are accurately met and all liberties are taken, exact measurements of fuel allocations and precise eyes on the weather and track conditions in order to prepare to the fullest for the afternoon ahead. The sun is high and bright in the sky, but the clouds that litter in the distance are dark, and you ensure a set of wheels more ideal for wetter weather are kept easily accessible on the off chance the clear forecast takes a turn – which is more than likely.

“Engine check!” The motor roars to life and the experienced mechanical team use their honed hearing and eyes to ensure everything is perfect before anyone sets wheel on the track. You flick through the multiple screens of the tablet wired up to Jung Hoseok’s car with keen concentration, brows furrowing hard unconsciously, and as the diagnostics show all clear, you’re relieved to give the affirmative for the car to be pulled from the garage.

An intense pep talk is being delivered on the side between Hoseok and the boys’ manager, and through the hubbub you can faintly hear the tone of Seokjin’s voice where he’s off to the side being interviewed for the live streaming. By the time the floor is cleared on Hoseok’s side of the garage, you’re finishing up diagnostics on Jin’s car, and the man himself appears at your side as he tightens his gloves, nostrils flaring as he pulls deep, calming breaths into his chest.

Seokjin hadn’t been quite the same all week, seeming to have lost his spark the day of Jungkook’s accident, and you felt an involuntary twinge of worry at the way he’d turned so serious. Jin’s game was being confident, smooth and impressive, and to see him lacking in that ever so cocky attitude was starting to make you feel stressed. Because you’d lost one of the best racers last week, and you couldn’t afford to lose the best one you’d had left from the very same incident.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him quietly, stepping back after giving the all clear for his car to be shifted from the garage, and he barely spares you a glance before shutting his eyes and rolling his head across his shoulders. It was important he be fully stretched and warmed up, limber and relaxed, because the cabin of the car was too small for someone of his size to be so locked up, and stress induced tenseness attracted accidents and injury.

“Fine. I’m ready to get out there.” And you don’t doubt him. The sharp set of his jaw and the furrow of his brows over dark brown eyes showing his determination clear as day. “Can’t wait to see the look on Byun and Parks’ faces when I leave them in the dust.”

Ah yes, Jin was still stuck on the altercation from last week, no doubt the result of Jungkook’s admittance on having pushed himself so hard because of the back and forth that had happened right before the race. He didn’t have to say it, but you could tell Jin wanted to do a lot more beating than just the winning on the race track, but the place in which he stood in his career made the option incredibly unwise. This he knew, and it was the only thing keeping him from having his temper snapping.

“Just keep your cool. I don’t think anyone here doubts you’re a sure bet when it comes to win...ning…”

Fuck.

Speak of the devils and they shall appear, you fall silent as two very cocky bodies strut across the front of your garage, and you latch your hand around Jin’s wrist as he immediately tenses, muscles coiled and ready to attack. Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol are unmistakable in their yellow and orange uniforms, sticking out like a sore thumb in the sea of blue they were parting, and you swore to yourself as they came to a lazy stop, eyes fixed on one person.

And that one person was not the one to back down.

Jin pulled his wrist from your grasp as gently as he could manage, and you quickly hurry after him as he walks forward to intercept the pair, trying not to trip on your own feet as you both come to a sudden stop. “Well hello, Kim, we’ve just come by to say our condolences about your teammate.”

Baekhyun speaks up from beside Chanyeol, not the type to stay quiet in the slightest. “We had thought you’d be taken out of the race. How lucky to find you had a fill in racer so easily accessible this close to the day, hm?”

“Well it wouldn’t be like me to miss out, not that the same can be said for you two. I always did think it a shame you’d not shown your face in the circa ‘16, but you’ve seemed to have bounced back quite easily.” You choke on a snort, turning your face away from the trio as you bite your lip in an attempt not to laugh. The scandal that had come about in 2016 for the company signing Baekhyun and Chanyeol had been the talk of the racing world for months. Famously exposed for various degrees of cheating that had been carefully orchestrated yet never proven to have been pinpointed to any ‘particular source’.

The head of the board had taken the downfall and the pair had come away virtually unscathed other than the loss of competing in the races that year, and more than one brow had been raised at the time on just how innocent the pair really were. But alas, no evidence meant no actions were able to be taken place, and now here they were, competing again signed under a ‘different’ company while the head of the original committee had lost his fortune and career in mass amounts of fines and legal fees.

And if there was one thing Seokjin hated more than cheaters, it was cheaters that got away with it.

“Almost as much of a shame as Jeon being pulled from competition.” Byun’s voice takes on a nasty snark that you translate into a result of spitefulness, and you inch close enough to feel the heat rolling off Seokjin in waves as he stands stiff straight.

“Shame what happens when you put someone so unhinged behind the wheel of such a powerful car.” Park turns his head to gaze distastefully at Jin’s vehicle, jealousy so palpable that his skin almost takes on a pallor of green. “I’m just thankful we’d not been in a race with him. No need for a repeat of newbies taking too many risks and ruining chances for their superiors.”

Seokjin takes an immediate step forward, and people start to stare and whisper as Chanyeol steps up to meet him, and that’s when you jump between their bodies and try your best to diffuse the situation...at least, that’s what you’re gonna call it.

“I’m starting to think you run your mouth better than you could ever race, Park. Try putting half as much energy into the track and you might finish higher than tenth place once in a while.” It was a running source of entertainment, the way Park Chanyeol’s car number seemed to have become bad luck personified, the digits he’d once claimed to be ‘lucky’ now stuck with him in a constant curse of scoring tenth. “Now, I’d recommend you start preparing for your losses now, just to make it a little easier on you later, yeah?”

“I see the little bitch is missing her leash again today.” Baekhyun steps up beside Chanyeol to stare mockingly down his nose at you, and you square your shoulders, face taking on an expression of distaste as he leans in towards you. “Come on down to our lot and speak to me like that, baby. Gimme a reason to–”

“I would invite you to finish your sentence, but you might need to sit in that car at some stage today, and you won’t physically be able to if you open your mouth to her one more time.” Jimin materialises at your side, close enough to nudge you back slightly, and you glance between each of them as the opposing two start to back off now the playing field is a little more even. Out of the intensity of their stares, you finally realise just how much attention you’ve harboured in your little discussion, and you step back into Seokjin’s chest accidentally as all of you back off slightly.

But he takes it in stride, hand patting your back gently before he nudges his way around you, and you’re hit with a sense of deja vu as you peek around the boys’ shoulders as they square off one last time, eyes dark and glaring fire. Park and Byun trade glances before turning on their heel with a sniff, and the last time you see Chanyeol’s face before he disappears past the garage wall is when he turns back one last time to call out sarcastically.

“Break a leg, Kim. Or a rib!”

“Fucking shitheads.” Jimin mutters, shoulders relaxing as he calms down, and you turns to face Seokjin with a small ironic smile, the older boys’ helmet in hand and his arm held out to prompt him to walk towards his car. Seokjin does as he’s bid automatically, eyes clouding with emptiness as he lets everything fall away and begins to immerse himself into the tasks he has to do. “Smash ‘em out there, hyung. Show them who the real man is.”

“Can we clean this?” Jin turns his head to you and pauses slightly as he meets your eyes, brows furrowing, but you don’t let yourself question that hidden emotion in the swirling depths of brown he’s trained on you. You move from his side for a moment before quickly returning, damp cloth in hand and your stare expectant as the man climbs into his car, helmet now tight on his head and his gloves on his hands once more from where he’d removed them in the premise of a fight.

Leaning down, you rub the damp cloth over the visor of his helmet, taking away all lingering dust, and you tap your hand gently against the top of his helmet when you’re done. You can’t see his eyes through the black tint, but something about the way the inky darkness is turned up towards you lets you know he’s definitely looking up at you. The thought has you smiling gently before flashing him a thumbs up to which he returns his own, and before you fully step away, you mouth a little ‘good luck’ to him, warmth hot in your cheeks.

Hoseok is settled into his car next, his usually bright bubbliness gone in favour of ultimate concentration, and you know he’s taking this opportunity more serious than some. He’d missed out qualifying in the semi finals by one position, and he’d truly been kicking himself at having lost that chance. And now that he’s been given a second, you know he fully intends to make the most of it.

His visor is up as he adjusts his position in the car, and you can tell by the curve of his eyes when they meet yours that he finds amusement in the way you flinch as Seokjin’s car fires up, exhaust crackling just a handful of feet away. You poke your tongue out at him as you lean down to check his helmet, and he dutifully shuts the visor gently and tilts his head up to allow you to wipe his ‘windshield’ clean, nodding in thanks afterwards.

You’re already back in garage by the time Hoseok has taken off onto the track, leaving a little while after Seokjin as the elder had qualified first while Hoseok had gotten himself eighth place, and you’re grateful to be out of the heat of the sun bearing down hard. The announcements echo over the hum of the crowds as the cars all sit idle in their positions in the lineup, and you can see a few signature coloured flags in the main grandstand that make you smile, the visual representation of the support present for the boys making the tension of the last few minutes a little lighter.

But the race has to start some time, and boy does it shoot off once the buzzers go off and the lights flash to green. Men and women in the various garages all cheer as they watch both the on track race and the more intricate and close up camera work displayed on the monitors within. The management teams are all huddled off to one side, headsets on their head and mouths moving a hundred miles an hour as they bark orders or guidance down the line and into the helmets of their racers on the track. The first four or five laps around the course almost seem to drag in the intensity of the grand final, but soon you’ve lost track of how many times Seokjin’s car has shot past the pits along the straight, one very focused Byun Baekhyun not too far behind him, as well as one of the older teams on his tail, the colours familiar to you but the name of the drivers evading you in the rush.

And more than one moment goes by that you’re clutching at your chest as disaster after close call after disaster strikes. One young boy in his first grand prix, only nineteen years of age, cuts too close around the sharpest corner and ends up flipping his car multiple times through the sand, his bonnet steaming as he’s pulled from the damaged vehicle but luckily no flames. Someones car starts to overheat, debris from the track becoming caught in the radiator and forcing the driver to pull out of the race with the impending threat of his car catching on fire, and it’s not nice to watch as the driver steps from his dangerous car with a heavily hanging head, defeat filling his every fibre.

Jin’s mandatory pit stop comes around lap 37, and you inspect his tyres from afar as they’re quickly removed and rolled past you into the garage, new ones already being fitted before you can blink, and you’re impressed at how far he’d managed to push them considering Hoseok had stopped in four laps ago for his. But you know that’s more than likely due to the fact Hoseok had been sitting in the midst of traffic, tyres taking the brunt of the heat from the exhaust of the cars in front of him, whereas Jin’s position at the front had left his tyres in far cleaner air for longer.

The tyre crew pulls back as Jin’s engine revs to take off, but he’s forced to falter in reentering the fast pit lane as one Park Chanyeol darts past him, and you grit your teeth in anger at the danger of the move the stupid man had pulled. Had Jin not been paying attention to the cars behind him, he’d have collided with the opposing car, and you can hear the other boys behind you jeering, calling for a speed check, adamant that Park had been speeding, and you don't entirely disagree with them.

Lap after lap seems to pass by you in a flash, and soon you’re glancing at the clock to find an hour and a half having passed, Jin’s position firm in second place but not without one Byun Baekhyun sitting close to his back in fourth. You step a little closer to the entrance of the garage, still keeping out of everyone's way as people continue to move about in preparation for any more pit stops. It’s then you hear the shouting as just two doors down, Byun’s manager beseeches him to turn in for another tyre change in three laps, and by the way he’s starting to turn pink in frustration, you’re assuming the man isn’t agreeing to the idea.

Then the first rumble starts to vibrate across the sky, and you look up to find the impending darkness of heavy grey clouds starting to inch ever closer to the sun above you, and you automatically call for a weather check, wet weather tyres being assessed and pulled from the racks. And by the time lap 66 strikes, Jin is gliding into the pits as the first drops of water start to tap against his helmet, and you feel yourself becoming more tense with each second that passes while he’s sat idle and countless other cars zip past on the track.

But he’s not been alone in his decision to change tyres before it becomes a complete necessity, around half the lineups worth of cars pulling off the quickly dampening track and into the pits to get their wet weather rubbers fitted before they start to slip around the track.

Jin pulls out of the pits like a bullet from a gun, shooting around the track with confidence now that he feels safer with the appropriate tyres, and you relax a little as he quickly jets up to third place. The only cars in front of him being one american man that had managed to turn in for his wet tyres one lap earlier than Jin, and Baekhyun, who had used Jin’s absence as an attempt to pull ahead but had come up a little short as his traction becomes more and more unsteady as time goes on.

You’re shocked though as he maintains his position in second place, even managing to pull ahead of the racer in first a few times. But knowing Jin’s style of racing, you can tell he’s not giving his all, hanging back a little to preserve his tyre quality and letting the two in front of him burn themselves out as they race each other.

When the race starts to come close to the end, only around four laps left, the crowds simultaneously seem to heighten their noise levels, and the full on screaming begins as the battle for podium position starts to intensify. As the distance between the wing of Byun Baekhyun’s car and the nose of Seokjin’s grows smaller, everyone within the garage seems to hold their breath, tension levels reaching an all time high as everyone perches on the edge of their metaphorical seats.

Only to break into a cheer as Seokjin closes in on the last corner to sweep up through the inside and glide past the other two cars in a move that takes your breath away. The cheers within the garage and outside start to elevate as the podium position cars take turns overtaking each other, and your team grows even more ecstatic as Hoseok materialises in fourth place, catching up surprisingly smoothly with skills you hadn’t realised he’d had.

Finally the commentators are barking their own tense excitement as they announce the final lap, and you watch as every car on the track speeds up in an attempt to fight for a better position or maintain their current one, and you stay tense as you know how susceptible this situation can be for accidents.

Baekhyun closes in on Seokjin and starts to pull in tight for every corner and turn, making daring attempts to force his way past the leading car into first place, and you can see his teammate a few spaces back doing the same, albeit driving a little more smoothly but still using the same reckless tactics to pressure other drivers into backing off. Anger flares within you as Chanyeol’s car jerks to the side, triggering a chain reaction in the two others before him that leaves him pulling ahead into fifth when the others swerve in an attempt to avoid knocking wheels, and you glare daggers at him as he inches closer to Hoseok’s tail.

“C’mon, c’mon!” You glance at Jimin where he’s stood with his arms half in the air, fists clenching rhythmically as he stares hard at the monitor before him, and you return your own gaze to the screen before your eyes widen as Baekhyun jerks over in front of Jin at the last second before turning, tyres screaming louder than the fans, into the last corner. “Fuck, Jin, come on!”

Your feet carry you into the pit lane, eyes turned all the way down to the left as you await the appearance of the two leading cars around the long, bending curve, and when you feel the thump of heavy, excited feet behind you, you know you’re not alone.

Nor are you the only one shouting in fear as Baekhyun’s car promptly skitters across the track and veers off fast to the left, directly towards the barrier Jungkook had collided with. But moments before he crashes, he pulls a sharp turn back to the right in an attempt to fix his position, but the damage is done, and his bare tyres leave him to scream sideways along the track, drifting in front of Jin’s speeding car before his wheels catch and the car tips over into the first roll of multiple.

And for one heart stopping moment, you can no longer see Jin’s car behind the quickly worsening wreckage, all the colourful metal blending together in your eyes as you await the sickening crunch of Jin’s car colliding with Byun’s as it rolls yet again, and you all hold your breath.

Only to release it in a painfully loud squeak as Jin glides smoothly around his opposition with barely a half second loss, and easily shreds down the straight to cross the finish line, the checkers of the flag flashing behind your eyelids as they fall shut and your face turns up to the sky with a delighted smile. Thick arms wrap around you, and you can finally hear Jimin’s obnoxiously loud cheer as he picks you up and spins you around, the both of you laughing heartily as raindrops drench your clothes and the crowd goes wild.

__________

The heavy bass and lingering smell of alcohol and sweat is thick within the club, and as you push your way through the sea of people dancing with Jimin at your back, you’re thankful for the slight reprieve of fresher air you get between the dance floor and the bar. Your feet are starting to hurt from the jumping up and down and occasional crush from someone else's shoes, and you lean against the edge of the bar with a groan as you swap your weight from foot to foot.

“I gotta pee! Get more shots!” You numbly nod as Jimin shouts into your ear, shuddering at the thought of even more tequila as he pats your shoulder and disappears in the direction of the rest rooms. Left to man your position at the bar, your laughter starts to bubble down into a hazy smile, and you simply wait for your turn to be served as the bartenders shoot back and forth behind the bar, preparing all manner of drinks. A few minutes pass before you start to get antsy, and as you teeter on the tip of your boot to lean further over the bar in the hopes of catching someone's eye, your shocked into a jump of fright with a hand on your elbow.

“Woah! You’re okay!” It takes you a few moments to recognize the person that’s caught you before you could stumble and fall to be Jin, but when you finally do it’s with a cheer. Hooking your arm around his neck, you pull him closer with a wide grin, missing the look of shock that briefly passes over his features before dissolving into an equally cheerful grin.

“Hey mister Grand Prix number one!” You’re too inebriated to realise how loud you’re chatting into his ear, but Jin accepts it good naturedly with a quirk of his brows. “Almost thought you weren’t gonna show! Everyone’s here!”

“Yes I saw!” He shoots a dirty look over his shoulder, and you follow his gaze to the private booths where you can faintly see the silhouette of a few people standing and chatting. Your vision is a little fuzzy, but you recognize the shirt, and you know he’s glaring across at Jungkook, who’d managed to sneak into the club regardless of his strapped arm and bandaged ribs. “Who let that brat in? He should be at home!”

“Oh, I know! I already told hi–ooh hi!” You quickly break off to greet the female bartender that has stopped in front of the two of you, shooting you a rather expectant look, but as you go to order, Jin cuts you off.

“What’re you drinking?” You glance back at him and pause for a moment with your lips pursed, eyes squinting as you think hard, and he laughs after a few seconds of looking at the stupid look on your face. “Let me get you something.”

“J-Jimin wants shots.” You mumble as Jin leans closer to speak over the bar at the barmaid, and you quickly find yourself flushing as his move has you pressed against his chest, palm splayed against your back warm as he holds you from being crushed against the bar. By the time he’s finished ordering, the barmaid is shooting him a coy look, but he seems to ignore it, turning back to you with a warm smile.

“You’ve been having fun.” It’s not a question, and at the reminder of the night you’ve had, you instantly smile, though just as Jin opens his mouth to speak some more, he’s interrupted by a bouncing figure looming behind him to grab him by the shoulders. “Yo–”

“Hyung! Hey!” Jimin barely pauses to pass a look between the two of you, frozen in place and only now noticing just how close you’d been pushed together by the other patrons around the bar, and you part slightly as Jin turns to be embraced with Jimin’s excitement. “You took your time!”

The two partake in conversation that you don’t hear over the music, but the glint of glass catched your attention from the corner of your eye, and you turn to grin as two glasses of brightly coloured liquid are placed on the bar along with a tumbler of dark liquor. Two more little shot glasses finish off the order, bright bubblegum pink glittering under the club lights, and before you can react a long arm is being pushed past your chest and the carefully manicured hand of the barmaid is closing around Jin’s card.

“Ooooo!” Jimin pushes past Jin, all elbows and bad decisions, making the older boy grunt with a grimace that makes you snort but you’re quickly caught in the storm. Jimin’s hand closes in around your arm and pulls you to face the bar, gesturing with his own shot for you to pick up the other glass, and your face quickly shifts into a look disdain that matches Jin’s. You can’t help the way you glance back at the Jin one last time, lips resting on the edge of the shot glass, and you’re met with a wide smile that is distorted slightly by the crystal-like glass he has lifted before his own lips.

Brown liquor tips back and glides into his open mouth, and you quickly do the same with your shot, throwing your head back and swallowing the toxic, sweet liquid with a swipe of your tongue across your lips to catch any stray drops, not missing the way Jin’s eyes follow the movement and pull a burning tingle to the surface of your skin.

Jimin is busy sipping from the straw of his bright blue drink and dancing in place with his eyes closed to notice the way the two of you are staring at each other. But at the sound of his whoop you’re both pulled from the moment to catch him spinning clumsily on the spot and pointing towards the dancefloor again, previously full cocktail glass empty and abandoned on the bar. “Let’s go fuckin’ dance!”

One hand grabs your wrist and the other grabs Jin’s alike, and the two of you are speedily being dragged back into the thick of the crowd, your drink clutched tight in your hand while Jin holds his above the masses over his head. You feel the thigh of your right jean leg grow cold and sticky, groan of displeasure disappearing quickly into the heavy bass, and when you glance down it’s to see a good inch of your drink gone, now soaking into the thick fabric and drying grossly on your thigh.

Jimin doesn’t let you dwell on it for long though, gesturing for you to drink as he lifts both your hands above your head and rolls his body along with the music, feet sliding skillfully on the floor. You do as you’re bid, having learnt long ago to obey to save the whining you’d no doubt be subject to. The drink is sweet but a little fruity, not as sickly as the overly-sugary shot before, and for that you’re grateful, unsure you could handle too much more of such a taste.

Soon, your drink is drained to the very last dregs in the bottom that can’t be picked up by your straw through the ice, and Jimin’s hand appears out of seemingly thin air to pluck the condensation-covered glass from your cold fingers and dump it on the edge of a table a few feet away. The hazy feeling of intoxication seems to intensify with every second that passes after your last sip, and soon your eyes are heavy under the neon lights, and your body tingles in the absence of vibration after each beat, knees feeling weak and limbs feeling numb. You know this is Jimin’s favourite part, the way he comes alive, but instead it’s making you feel positively exhausted.

Soon enough Hoseok finds the three of you on the dancefloor, Jin and yourself more so swaying to the music rather than all out dancing, and you’re somewhat thankful for the distraction he serves for Jimin. The two are very similarly matched in dancing skills, and you can hear the squeak of Jimin’s excited laugh even over the music as the older boy starts to pop his body along with the beat. You’re laughing as the two start to pump their chests goofily and sway their limbs, body parts rolling and twisting in an impressive show, but you careen too far to the side and stumble over your own feet, very nearly toppling over had it not been for the arm the loops around your waist.

“Oops.” You open your eyes to find yourself face to face with Seokjin, the boys eyes wide with surprise at your suddenly lean towards the floor, but his expression soon transforms into a wide grin, and you can feel the rumble of laughter he lets out with his chest against yours. He holds you tightly in place as your body tips over a little, trying to right itself still, and you can feel your cheeks burning as you turn your face down, hair falling over your eyes.

“You good? Can you stand?” Jin’s breath is warm against your neck where he’s leant down to speak into your ear, and you barely suppress a shudder, blinking slowly down at your chest and tightening your fingers unconsciously where they’re clutching at his biceps. Had someone said you’d be this flustered and giddy being so close to the one and only Kim Seokjin a mere two weeks ago, you’d have laughed in their face, but now you’re left shocked at the way your body responds to his simplest of touches, legs turning to jelly again.

“Y-Yeah.” At your nod, he gently releases you, and for a second your grip on his muscular arm stays tight as you lock your knees in place and firm your posture in order to stand properly. Once he’s a little further away you find your mind clearing from the foggy haze you’d been in, and suddenly you register the lack of his cologne. “Thankyou.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jin smiles warmly if not a little smugly down at you, and you find yourself arguing in your head that the pink in your cheeks is from the heat of the crowd, not the way his toned torso had felt pressed up against you.

“Bro! You good?” Your eyes tear from Jin’s glittering eyes to find Jimin pressing his hand to his eyes, leant over slightly and bracing himself on Hoseok’s shoulder as his lips part in deeps gulps for air, and for a second you panic. Sobering up slightly, you lurch forward to hook the boys arm over your shoulder and jerk your head towards the bathrooms, quickly being joined by Hoseok under Jimin’s other arm. The two of you make ground quickly, shuffling the groaning boy across the dancefloor easily enough, but you know it’s largely due to the sight of a boy ready to vomit that has people flying out of your way as fast as they can.

One glance at the lineup for the mens toilets has you both turning and rushing even harder to the doors leading to outside, and your nose immediately crinkles as the smell of nicotine fills your brain. The smokers area is a semi large square filled with table and benches, even a small garden to one side with thick bushes and a brick edging that’s just high enough to sit on, and that’s where the two of you let Jimin collapse onto all fours. You barely have enough time to pulls the flaps of his jacket out of the way before the boy is dry heaving into the thickness of green leaves and brown soil, and after a few empty attempts, the sound of fluids making contact with the ground reaches you, and all three of you politely turn your heads away as Jimin’s body does it’s job.

Jin disappears only momentarily, quickly returning with an icy glass of cold water, and Hoseok accepts it with a quiet thanks, kneeling down and leaning slightly closer to check Jimin’s expression now that he’s stopped heaving. You can see the sweat beading on the back of his neck from exertion, dripping down from his hairline and disappearing under his collar, and you gently rub his back as he groans pitifully, taking the glass from Hoseok with a shaky hand and sipping slowly.

After Jimin has composed himself enough to stand, Hoseok declares it time for the two to head home, and you agree wholeheartedly, double checking Jimin has all his belongings before waving the two off, Jin by your side doing the same. The drunken haze has dissolved into exhaustion however, and as you watch the two step out the front door onto the street, you find yourself aching for our bed and a soft pillow under your head. And it seems your forlorn gazing towards the outside world doesn’t go unnoticed.

“It’s getting pretty late huh?” Your gaze is pulled to Jin where he’s propped on te side of the private booth, Jungkook somewhere behind him chatting animatedly with a few of the other crew member with his cheeks alight under the warmth of the alcohol pumping through his body. Nodding, you glance down at your phone to see the minutes getting a little closer to two in the morning, and knowing you’d been up bright and early at six am, it was definitely time for you to think about heading home and recuperating. “How are you getting home?”

“Was gonna catch the train.” You lean your own elbow on the edge of the wooden booth, mirroring Jin’s body language and then resting your chin in the palm of your hand. The notion makes him smile, but that does nothing to sway the furrow that appears between his brows.

“By yourself? That’s dangerous, _____.” You merely shrug, unable to come up with something appropriate enough to reply with, and his frown deepens, hands patting his pockets to check the items inside. “I’ll come with you, make sure you get home safe. You wanna head out now?”

“Oh, no! You’re meant to be celebrating!” You hold your hands out before you, shaking your palms side to side to shoo him from stepping around you in the direction of the exit, but he simply smiles good naturedly and rolls his eyes. “I mean it! You won the Grand Prix, you should be living it up!”

“I have plenty of time to ‘live it up’, _____.” He shakes his head, head tilting to the side when you flounder for something to say. “I’d much rather see you home safe than spend my night drinking for no real good reason.”

“I-I,” You stutter, glancing around to find an excuse, but the way Jin’s smile widens means it’s clear he sees through your insistence and knows he’s won, and you sigh with a small smile, holding your clutch tight in your hand and waving at the others when Jin signals the two of you to be leaving.

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when he spots the two of you, and for a second he almost looks worried until he sees the flush in your cheeks when Jin turns back to lead you away with a gentle hand on your shoulder. Then, the youngster explodes in wide bunny toothed smiles, gaze narrowing on your embarrassed expression as his brows wiggle back and forth, and you momentarily wish you had something to throw at his head before he’s completely disappeared from sight, and you’re stepping out into the cool night air.

You were not into Seokjin, nor was he into you.

At least, you don’t think so.

__________

“You really didn’t have to come all this way with me, I catch the subway home every day.” Jin rolls his eyes as you repeat yourself yet again, but his sarcastic composure breaks when you trip up on seemingly thin air. You can barely hear his bark of laughter above your squeak of alarm as you stumble, knees growing weak beneath you, but his grip on your elbow quickly rights you, and you’re both walking in sync once more.

“You keep saying that and yet I’ve already witnessed so many reasons why me coming along was a good idea.” He’s still chuckling as you pout childishly, though you know between your drunken clumsy feet and the fact you’d almost left your clutch behind on the train, you’d not have had a successful night had it not been for Seokjin.

“I would’ve been fine.” You’re still pouting as you step up onto the curb and turn in towards the front stairs of your apartment building, not thinking twice as you lead the man in and hold his forearm for support as you step into the elevator. Leaning over with a groan, you do your best to unzip your boots before slipping your feet from them and wincing as your toes touch the cold metal flooring beneath you.

Seokjin is looking down at you quite amused, the broadness of his coat emphasised by the large coat draped over them, and you’re slightly disgruntled at the fact his handsome outward appearance was in no way affected by the way he held your clutch in the crook of his elbow. He yields it without comment however when you make silent grabby hands at it, and the ding signaling the arrival to your floor comes just as you’re reaching inside to grab your keys.

His hand is warm on your back as you’re nudged forward out of the elevator and onto the carpet, disappearing momentarily for him to grab the shoes you’d left forgotten on the floor within, and by the time he catches up with your waddling figure you’re trying your best to stick every single key on the chain in the lock in order to find the right one. Silently entertained, Seokjin watches you with an alarmingly endeared smile on his face, eyes alight with it when you give a small cheer as the correct key slips into the lock, and soon you’re stumbling through the entryway of your apartment without a care.

You don’t even register Seokjin’s hesitant silhouette hovering in the frame until he mutters something you don’t quite catch under his breath as you teeter from foot to foot, leant deep into your fridge for the leftover pizza you’d stashed within the night prior. You give him a sheepish grin as you pull the cellophane covered plate from inside and set it onto the counter with a dull clunk, the fridge door thudding shut as you nudge it with your hip and walk back towards him.

The lights in your apartment are completely off, but the curtains are open, and the light of the city is just enough to illuminate his face against the background of bright light in the hallway. The glow shines on his smooth skin, sparkling in his eyes framed by long, thick lashes and you nervously bite your lip as you stop in front of him, eyes locked tight.

“Thank you again for...making sure I got home alright.” Your sheepishness is clear in the way your torso rocks side to side, but you hope he doesn’t mistake your shyness for insincerity. In just a short few weeks everything you’d once thought about Kim Seokjin had changed drastically, and you were still coming to terms with the fact. “I’m really happy for you, and I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Thank you.” Jin’s smile grows as he leans against the doorframe, and the light behind him highlights the sharpness of his jaw as you stay frozen in place. “I’m glad you had fun tonight, you’ve been working hard.”

You nod silently, and you’re quickly becoming caught off guard at the pang of disappointment that this is where the night will end for the two of you. Drowsiness is starting to kick in from the long day you've had, but your mouth moves before you can stop yourself, speaking the words you’d been thinking without time to think rationally of the outcome.

“Would you like to come in for some coffee? Or water?” Jin blinks rapidly at you for a few seconds, and you start to panic as he seems to freeze in surprise. “Or not, I just figured it might be nice to stop and sit before you go all the way back home but it’s totally up to you, I mean, you might wanna go back to the club or something, which is coo–”

“Just water is fine.” You stare dumbly up at him for a few seconds as he starts to shrug his jacket from his shoulders, lips pulled tight and upturned at the corners in an attempt to hide his smile, and you give a jerky nod before stepping back and inviting him inside, flicking on the lamp beside the door to ensure he can see as he makes his way to the lounge and you grab a bottle of cold water.

Seokjin thanks you quietly as he accepts it, and you catch him looking about at your quaint apartment, cheeks heating in embarrassment with the knowledge his own home is probably far more luxurious than this. But he squashes your qualms with a gentle smile as his gaze meets yours again and he nods towards the large floor length windows showing off the nightlife below.

“That view is amazing, you’re lucky to have it.” He glances back out of the windows, staring off into the distance, and the different coloured lights dance across his skin to highlight the high points of his cheeks and the heavy poutiness of his lips. “My old apartment in this area was a few floors lower, and all I ever had for scenery was a small bay window and my old neighbour across the way – he must’ve been in his late forties, and he had a certain penchant for walking about his apartment naked first thing in the morning.”

Jin’s high squeaky laughter breaks the tension as he hoots over the way your face instantly distorts in disgust, and you can’t help but join him, leaning forward to slap your hand on his arm as your hair covers your face, quickly reddening as you gasp for air. After a few moments you both start to sober, and when he looks back out at the view you follow his gaze. “I definitely wanted this apartment because of the skyline though. The other lady that was looking at it must be so bitter she missed out.”

Turning back to you with a smile, Jin sips gently from his water bottle, light droplets of the liquid catching on his cupids bow before he swipes the moisture away with his tongue. The lamp is behind you, illuminating his face quite clearly, and you can see just how smooth his skin looks this close up, a hint of natural rosiness in the apples of his cheeks looking what you could call almost pretty. The two of you fall into silence, heavy stares set on each other in the dimness of the late night lights, and the energy that seems to settle over the two of you starts to make you fidget in your seat.

Your attention starts to be captured by less of the golden brown of his eyes and more on the way his shirt is pulled tight across his chest, muscular pecks moulding the fabric to his every curve as he sits with the arm not holding his drink leant along the back of the couch. His thighs look ever more shapely and strong where his legs sit gently apart, enticingly framing the perfect section for you to drape yourself on his lap.

Snapping yourself out of your thought with a blush that’s far brighter than you care to admit to, you blink quickly as you meet his gaze again only to find traces of mirth and a little heat that’s less ‘wow-you’re-annoying’ than what you’ve grown accustomed to. Dragging your stare away from the spectacle he’s become, you find your eyes shooting around the room in order to perhaps have a subject change smack you between the eyes, but as the silence grows longer you quickly come up short.

“I–”

“Aren’t you tired?” Jin’s voice is low, a little husky around the edges where it gives you the inclination to let out a shudder, and you don’t even have to look towards him to grow flustered again.

“N-not really.” There’s a rustle of the fabric covering your couch as he leans forward, and his arm comes into sight from the corner of your eye, placing his half empty water bottle on the coffee table before the warmth of his body grows closer. You almost flinch at his nearing proximity before you collect yourself with a clear of your throat. “B-but if you are I won’t keep you–”

“Where’s your restroom?” You can’t even turn your head to glance his way, the burn in the apples of your cheeks almost as hot as the chafing of your thighs as you rub them together, feet tapping on the floor. You can already tell with how close he’s come that if you look now, you’ll only make a fool of yourself.

“Just down through there.” You wave your hand down the dark hallway, grateful for the escape route of a moment to yourself while he freshens up. But he seems intent on dragging your torture out for as long as he can, leaning in even further until you can feel his breath sweeping across your shoulder.

“Mind showing me? It’s a bit dark.” You nod quickly, standing on shaky legs and instantly stepping back to gain some distance from him. Jin lets you take some space, walking a few paces behind as you go through the hall to the bathroom door, and if you were to look now you’d see his intent clear on his face. Reaching through the threshold your fingers find the light switch on the wall within and the bright white beam that cuts through the gap in the doorway makes you wince, a little blinded as you turn to the safety of the darkness behind you.

Only to jerk back against the wall with a small noise of surprise, a gasp caught in your throat as you flatten out and stare sharply up into Seokjin’s face. He’s close, much closer than you’d thought, and standing like this with the heavy lack of light surrounding him he seems even more daunting.

The bright light in the bathroom doesn’t quite hit his face but the highlight it provides the hall is enough for the growing heat and mischief in his eyes to become clear. Your teeth pull your lower lip between them almost painfully, and you truly find yourself stuck in place as he takes a step closer and completely shrouds you with his broad frame.

“Jin?” You narrowly avoid stuttering as you speak, and his lips tilt up at the corners to see how sweetly contrite you become under pressure. You look like a baby deer, wide doe eyes gazing up at him with wonder and surprise, and unsurprisingly the visual has his want for you growing even more.

“You weren’t looking at me, _____.” You blink, his words not fully registering for three or four seconds in the midst of your shock. “I like it better when you look at me.”

Lips parting, you flounder for a reply as he simply tilts his head to one side and lets his smile widen, perfectly pouty lips pulled tight as he fights away a grin. Leant over you like this he’s given you no means of escape, his hands pressed firm against the wall on either side of your waist to block you in, leaving you to merely stand where he’s kept you.

“Why–why’re you–?” The heat of his body is almost too good to resist, the little demon on your shoulder knowing how lean and toned his body has always seemed, and now whispering ideas of all the ways you could get to see it for real tonight. And if you were able to move, you’d swat the tiny, invisible idiot off your body. “Jin, what–”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I’m not sure I’ll stop if I ever start.” You balk, lips quivering as your eyes shoot around his face. His tongue peeks out to swipe across his rosy lips as he settles his stare on your own, but even without the eye contact you can see the genuinity swimming in his pupils.

Every ounce of want and desire you’d felt before comes rushing back tenfold, all the notions of attraction you’d pushed aside along the years and filed into your little ‘Jin-Is-Awful’ box spilling out through your mind, and you waver on your feet. Growing a little weak with ultimatum of what you could have right here, right now, you sway towards him, eyes intent as they flicker between his own and the plush petals so perfectly in reach. You don’t see it, but his fingertips curl to dig into the wall.

“Tell me to leave.” His voice is deeper than you’d ever heard it, his body unconsciously crowding you in as his neck cranes down to bring your faces closer together, and you can smell the caramelised hint of brown liquor on him with every millimetre. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll go.”

“Seokjin.”

Pulling a deep breath into your lungs, you square your shoulders back against the wall, chest coming up to brush against his own, and you would almost fear he could feel your tight nipples through your bra had you cared. But you don’t, and it’s not something you’re able to think further about as you surge forward and meet him in the middle.

Barely a hint of his flavour on your lips and you’re already letting out a moan, the sensation of his mouth fitting itself so perfectly against yours like heaven on earth as your body rebounds from the force against the wall to his chest. Any pain you would’ve suffered from the impact is entirely lost on you as your arms sneak their way between your bodies to snag him by the back of the neck, and this time his arms are a protective cage about your waist when you hit the wall.

You’re so irrevocably wrapped up in each other, you haven't a clue how long passes while the two of you stand locked in your kiss, tongues slowly gliding together and muffled moans hidden behind gasps for air. Soon enough there’s not a hint of space between the two of you, your arms wrapped tight around his wide shoulders while his two hands cover any inch of space on your back with heavy glides of his palms. You can feel the vibrations of his muted moans through his chest pressed firm to yours, and slowly, his breathy sounds of pleasure are starting to call to your more carnal desires.

His left hand runs the length of your spine to hook around the back of your neck under your hair, and the sensation of his fingers entwining through the strands makes your knees quiver. But he doesn’t allow you to waver, right arm suffocatingly tight around your middle seconds before he pulls you up with a grunt.

Your back meets the wall again as his arm drops to support you from the bottom, and you moan stiltedly as his large palm takes a squeezing handful of your ass. The breath pushing through his nose his hot on your cheek, but it’s nothing compared to the inferno he’s building between your thighs; shamefully dripping before anyone’s managed to remove a single item of clothing.

From this angle with your thighs caught on the sharp jut of his hip bones, your core brushes oh so gently against his crotch, and with an almost petulant whine you immediately tilt your hips to get closer to him. You’re not sure if it’s the history of thick tension, or merely the way his lips feel on yours, but every emotion you’ve ever felt towards Seokjin is being channeled into this heat that hasn’t stopped growing, and you’re fairly sure if he doesn’t free you you from the fire, you’re going to burn alive.

He seems to sense this though, and choosing mercy immediately pulls you back from the wall to hold you up on his own, and you don’t miss the opportunity to free his neck and dig your fingertips into his biceps with a breathy groan of appreciation. His hands respond in like with a generous squeeze of your behind that pulls your centre close enough that the zipper of his jeans catches on yours, and you instantly cave, wiggling in his hold until he can no longer hold you safely.

Not a second passes after your feet hit the floor before you’re pulling him by the hand and down the hall, bodies close together as he holds you by the hips with his free hand and leans down to press his nose in the soft skin just below your ear. You stumble over your own feet as you become distracted under his ministrations, and his throaty chuckle in response lifts goose bumps along your skin as it vibrates against your ear lobe.

As soon as you step over the invisible line of your doorway you’re spinning back in his hold, fingers curling up over his jaw and back into the shorter, fine hairs tousled on the sides of his head to help you pull him closer. And he comes to you without a shred of argument, lips just as shiny and swollen as yours feel.

This kiss now is a little slower, a little deeper, and if your knees hadn’t met the edge of your bed you don’t doubt you’d have fallen on the spot when his tongue delved back between your lips. The warmth of his hands on your hips tickles up under the hem of your shirt to scrape his short nails bluntly across your sides, and he laughs again at the way it makes you twist and turn, whining in complaint against his lips even as you curl your tongue over his.

A particularly sharp graze of his nail has your lips finally pulling from his, but he uses the chance to loop his hands under your shirt and lift it smoothly towards your chin. You let him tug your shirt over your head without comment, flushed all the way down to your chest already from the pressure of his advances, and after a moment of his heavy gaze set on you, you quietly sit back on the end of your bed.

“Everything you imagined it would be?” You finally build the nerve to speak, the hungriness and blatant desire in his eyes a great motivation booster, and for a few seconds he doesn’t respond, merely taking his time dragging his gaze up and down your topless form.

Your breasts are pressed tight against the cups of your bra, a little out of whack from the jostling of his kiss, and you wouldn’t doubt he can see the beating of your heart pounding away in your chest as you wait for his response. He’s not sure quite what to address first though; the way your finger-mussed hair makes you look as though he’s already taken you to bed, or the fact that the swollen shine of your lips is filling his head with every sinful incarnate thing possible on this earth.

“I don’t think,” he steps closer, torso curved in a way that makes the thick bulge at the front of his jeans even more prominent, and makes your thighs squeeze even tighter, “I could’ve dreamt you up in my wildest dreams, _____.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not dreaming–” You’re cut off by your own gasp as Jin promptly falls to his knees before you and worms his way between your thighs, hands hot on your bare skin as his fingers find the waistband of your jeans and give a strong tug.

“Ah!” Your ass slides right to the edge of the mattress, body propelled backwards hard enough you bounce as you land, and you immediately grab two fistfuls of the comforter below you. The button on your jeans could have popped off entirely for all you cared, as the finesse with which Seokjin peels the fabric from your legs is enough to entrance you entirely. Your hair is in your eyes and you’re not prepared at all, but all your worries a completely dumped out the window as Jin’s plush lips settle on the outline of your engorged clitoris through the fine cotton of your panties and give a hard suck.

Your torso caves in on itself painfully before you concave and arch hard upwards, breasts bouncing as your thighs are pushed roughly upwards and into the air. You’re not braced properly on the bed, and you’re not entirely sure the angle is right, but with Jin’s mouth on you nothing seems to matter anymore. He’s yet to even touch you bare, and still you’re beginning to fall apart, throat aching as you cry out under the pressure of his tongue parting your folds through the fabric of your panties.

It must be absolutely filthy, the sight of your heat clinging to every inch of the fabric with the slick of your wetness and now the moisture dripping off Seokjin’s tongue. And yet he’s devouring you like a meal, eyes closed in reverence with his nose dimpling the soft flesh at the top of your mound as he works you over.

But this again is all part of the game, the way he loves to work you up without any real goal or destination, and you soon discover your need for more to be too strong with two handfuls of Jin’s hair as you push his head from between your legs with a disgustingly wet suckle. His mouth is shining with more than just spit when he lifts his dark gaze to meet yours, and he wordlessly watches you with a devilish smile as you push your own sodden panties off your hips and let them drop off the tips of your toes between his knees.

“C-Come here.” Breathlessness makes it hard to speak properly, but he hears your whispered words without issue and moves to his feet. You don’t have to ask him anything more however, his biceps almost straining as he reaches behind his neck to pull the shirt off his back and over his head.

His shoulders are revealed first, strong and wide with a pleasingly thick layer of muscle, and you’re even more pleased when the shirt drops from his hands to reveal his chest and stomach, both unsurprisingly toned and delicious looking. And before you can get over the sight of his bulging hip muscles, he’s popping the button of his jeans and pushing the fabric down his thighs.

Legs a little less thick but still incredibly toned, he kneels between your own thighs on the bed before using his to press them open further, and you cant help your smile as you slide slightly up the mattress under the force. He doesn’t wait to get his fingers back on you though, palms hot over your torso as he follows the invisible curve of your ribcage up the sides of your breasts to feel the softness of your cleavage. A glint of mischief in his eyes goes unnoticed by you as he strokes the pads of his fingers down your skin before hooking them into both cups of your bra and pulling them down under your mounds with a quick pull.

Your nipples are still taut and sensitive, tingling slightly now they’re fully exposed to the cooler air, and at your shudder Jin instantly envelopes your right peak into his mouth, less suction and more tongue as he seemingly plays with the areola in tiny circles. Your fingers are in his hair again, urging him up towards your face with breathy whimpers as you ignore his light chuckles of amusement at your desperation.

“Jin, please.” He detaches from your flesh with a groan, face lifting to press a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw and around towards your ear.

“You don’t need to beg me, darling. But I do like to hear it anyway.” You barely see a flash of his cheeky grin before he finally reconnects your lips, and you unabashedly grind your hips up to the closest surface you can reach, leaving a glistening trail of your wetness against the skin of his thigh. And Jin seems to like that even more, pressing his leg closer to your centre to allow the circling of your hips to have more intent as he moans lightly into your mouth, echoing your own.

“Plea–hmf!” When you go to ask again Seokjin crushes your lips even harder under his and drags his hand down your front without pause to slip his fingers between your folds and test the feel of your core. A deep grunt is what breaks your lips apart in the end, and you can barely follow him as he props his head on your shoulder and watches the way the wetness on his fingers sparkles through the light peeking through the blinds with a quiet swear.

Your own hands have been wandering, kneading the flesh of his biceps and shoulders before dropping down to the curve of his ass to twist your fingers into the waistband of his briefs. His focus is entirely on the way your walls vibrate with each sweet moan he pulls from you while a second finger starts to inch its way closer to your entrance, and soon you’re stuffed two fingers full down to the last knuckle as Jin’s mouth reclaims your nipple. Your voice break under the cry you give when a flicked bend of his fingers has them catching on that one special spot inside, and your efforts to remove his last item of clothing grow tenfold.

Jin’s cock falls out of his briefs to slap against your thigh like fire, and you sincerely wish you could’ve recorded the sound he made as your hand wrapped around the tip for the soul purpose of listening to it every day for the rest of your life. He’s not too long, but thick, with a cherry red tip that you can already tell is going to catch on all the right spots and you loop your fingers under the deep ridge below the head and stroke.

“Mmf–fuck! Baby, wait.” Jin pulls back to catch your wrist with his soiled fingers, and had you not been so ready and filled with want you might’ve been appalled at the sheer amount that covered his digits. “God, you’re really gonna end me tonight if you don’t slow down.”

You can’t help the way you instantly pout, but it makes him break into gentle laughter as he leans down to nuzzle your cheek with his nose. “Why do you want to go so slow, Jin, come o–” He cuts you off as you whine, lips warm on your cheek.

“Let me savour you, darling.” You shudder and groan, fingers accidentally pulling against his hair before you can stop them, and your impatience spikes as you feel the way his cock is pressed hot and weeping against your hip.

“Savour me next time.” Reaching down between your bodies with the hand you still had free, you grip his length the best you can before tilting your hips and dragging the head through your sticky folds. He gives a single, weak bark of laughter before his head drops to your shoulder, and just as you’d hoped, tilts his hips in time with yours until the tip slips in and has you both melting with a deep moan.

You both pant deeply through the first few shallow presses of his hips, bodies slowly finding their rhythm with each other, and as your slick wetness slowly spreads further down his cock, he begins to push in deeper. His skin is burning hot against yours as he breathes heavy in the curve of your neck, and you start to whine quietly as each withdrawal grazes against a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

Soon he’s pulling completely from your core and dropping his hips with deep grunts, mouth running over the length of your neck before settling above your collarbone to fixate his suckling lips, and the burn of his tongue and teeth pulling blood to the surface makes for a heady elixir of pleasure. Your hand where it had settled with sharp clawing nails on his hip switches to the inside of your thigh instead, and you pull your legs as far open as your body can manage to give him plenty of room to fuck deep into your walls.

You’re so incredibly sensitive, mind blown on just how good your chemistry is working together, and finally getting what you’ve unconsciously wanted from too long ago is almost as pleasing as the way he plants his hips to yours and grinds your clit under his pubic mound. The slight thatch of hair above the base of his cock is a little rough on the sensitive button, but your core clenches tight around him nonetheless as your orgasm starts to crest.

Each pulse of your walls sends a shockwave down Seokjin’s spine, and the rush of colour high on his cheeks is as much from exertion as it is from shy embarrassment at just how quickly he’s falling apart. He can’t help the way your body sends him crazy, a deliciously tight, wet heat drenching his cock while the softness of your barely covered breasts bounce gently against his chest. It’s getting harder to breathe where he’s laid across you, and he rears back with a gasp for air to finally look down on masterpiece you’ve become.

Your hair tousled about your head on the pillow beneath you, patches of rosy skin bruised on your neck from his lips while the curves of your cleavage shine in the dim light with a mixture of both yours and his sweat. His hips speed up as he settles his hands in the curve of your waist, pressing you down into the bed to keep you in place as the sticky, damp slapping of his hips against the backs of your thighs echoes in the room, and your eyes almost roll back into your head before you blink sleepily up at him with a deep moan.

His cock spears through your folds and deep into your core with precision that makes you feel lightheaded, rounded tip curving through your passage to rub consistently on your gspot with every pass, and even the slight twinge of your cervix being pounded elevates your looming release. With your eyes now locked with Seokjin’s intent gaze, you can fully see just how close he is to his own end, and the way his eyes grow lidded with every squeeze of your core, moans heady and breathless, have goose bumps breaking out across your skin.

His parted lips twist into a smug smile at the sight of your skin dimpling, your nipples hardening ever so slightly more from where they’d begun to relax in the midst of the commotion, and Seokjin lifts one hand to run across your sensitive buds and catch each tip in a gentle pinch. The bed has begun to turn rickety as the motions of his thrusting intensifies, and soon the slamming of the bed against the wall is beginning to drown out your heaving moans of his name.

“J-Jin–hah!” Your brows furrow as his pace starts to falter, and Jin’s eyes clench shut as he pulls in a lungful of air in an attempt to calm himself. But the effort is futile as your core squeezes even further, and he can already feel his balls tightening up as he tries his best to stave off his orgasm. “S-Seok-jin!”

“I can’t, _____, baby.” Swallowing thickly, he moans again as his head falls to your chest again and he speaks muffled against the bouncing swell of your breast. “Mmf! M’ gonn’ c-cum–hngk!”

“Yes, fuck, ye–ah!” You can’t resist the temptation of watching Seokjin fall apart, lifting your head quickly to look down as his back arches over you, and the sight of his cock flushed so prettily red and wet with your mixed juices is delicious beside the image that is Seokjin’s face as he presses closer to your flesh and bits down on the soft skin beside your nipple to muffle his cry of orgasm.

Your lashes flutter at the feeling of Seokjin’s cock swelling inside you as each pulse of his length fills your slit with more cum, and soon you can feeling it dripping down the cleft of your ass as his hips slow, simultaneously fucking his cum into you and pushing it out around your folds with his thickness. The view that you have before you as he pulls himself together and sits back on his heels is godly; toned chest and lower torso gleaming with a sheen of sweat while his cock pulls wetly from your folds and shines with your combined mess is good enough to have you forgetting that you haven’t found your release. But Seokjin wasn’t one to forget.

Before you can take another breath Jin is pushing himself down the bed to fall in a heap between your thighs, and you almost get the chance to ask what he’s doing before his fingers slide through the cum coating your skin and push every trace he picks up back into your heat. You tense in a high arch under the sudden intrusion, back curved deep and head thrown back as his two long digits pinpoint the sensitive patch of nerves within you, and before you can relay your shock with a cry of pleasure, you’re surprised even further by the feeling of his plush lips settling around your clit.

A hungry moan escapes him as his tongue follows the curve under the bundle of nerves, other hand flat on the soft flesh above your mound, and he uses the thumb of that hand to pull the hood of skin back to expose the little pebble even further. Your full body convulses, thighs drawing up about his head, but your attempt to shuffle up the bed is futile with his arm locked around your hip. Your minute struggle has him speeding up the motions of his hand as his fingers plunge in deep to pull cries from your throat, and once settled on the right spot, he curls his fingers inside your core and pulls against the front wall to have you writhing under him.

Already so sensitive from earlier, your orgasm breaks like a tidal wave, and as your vision blurs behind moisture in your eyes, you can faintly hear the sounds of his fingers becoming more and more wet at the trickle of release that spills from your walls, mixed with his own. Jin relaxes his heavy sucking on your clitoris to gently rest his puffy lips against the tingling set of nerves, and you’re grateful for the reprieve as his fingers slow to a stop, merely stilled inside your walls for a few seconds before he pulls them out with a lewd squelch.

You both lay in a static filled silence, breathless as you brush wayward hairs from your sticky cheeks and Jin rests his head gently on your hip. After a minute of recovery or so, you reach down and slip your fingers into his hair, smiling gently at the way he leans into your touch like a cat asking to be pet, and the reality of what had just happened starts to hit as you stroke through the strands.

“Well, then.” Your voice is a little too quiet, husky from the strain of your earlier noises, but Jin hears you easily and lifts his head, a slightly sheepish look on his face as it seems he too is reflecting on this change in dynamic in your relationship. “I...I don’t quite know what to say.”

You bite your lip as you grow nervous, surprisingly truly not wanting this to be the end. You can’t suddenly declare your love for that just isn’t true, but now given this segway you can truly be honest with yourself on the basis of where you stand. And you know you want to try whatever this is, but you know there’s always a chance Seokjin might not feel the same.

“Me neither.” And there it is, that same flicker in his eyes that you imagine must be in yours; a simple longing for something with the underlying fear you might not be able to have it. And that’s the final push you need to give it a chance, because you can never regret just giving it a go.

“Maybe...we can think better after a shower and some sleep? If you want?” The tightness around his eyes relaxes, and you smile back at him as he grins softly into your skin, nodding gently.

Things might not be quite so complicated after all.

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