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dairyminki · 10 months

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Inked By Fate - ONE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: none (lmk if i missed anything) ↬wc: 1k+

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You hissed as you felt the pricking sensation on your back growing much more intense by the second. Your hands gripped at the counter, knuckles almost turning white, as you tried to steady yourself up whilst trying to not give in to the pain.

Here, it goes again.

A minute or two later, the door to the shop opens, revealing another female whose face turned panicky upon seeing your state behind the counter.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" The newly arrived female runs to you and then quickly guides you to one of the chairs. She eases you through the pain by cracking some jokes and telling you everything about her day. By the time the pain subsided, you were left staring at the pastel-painted ceiling, spaced out on the chair with a sore back.

"Y/N..."

A voice snaps you out of your mini daze.

"I-I think it's the biggest one yet, Jia." You told your best friend whose eyes widened in response.

"That explains why you looked more pained than ever." Jia says, pouting. "I'm sorry you always have to go through this. If only I can do something-"

You immediately put a hand up, indicating that you don't want to hear Jia continuing her words.

Because in the first place, it's not and will never be your best friend's fault. The cruelty of fate and destiny - that's what to blame.

"Ji, can you check it for me please?" You ask her instead, gesturing your back, with your head. Without any other word, Jia rushes behind you and rolls up your baby blue shirt.

"Oh my- Y/N, it's very pretty!" Jia exclaims, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Jia, everything for you is pretty," you counter.

"No- I mean, I'm not kidding this time. This one's different!" Jia insists, and when you turn to look at her, you could see how your best friend's eyes sparkled in delight.

Seeing the doubt in your face, Jia offers, already extending her hand to you, "Do you want me to take a picture of it?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

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As soon as you got inside your apartment, you immediately went inside your room and made your way to your bed. Hugging a pillow, you laid down on your side as your mind drifted off to the familiar dark abyss where your endless thoughts resided.

Just how much pain will you still have to go through before you finally meet them?

For all you could know, maybe the chances of meeting them might not even be that high...so does that mean you'll have to suffer endlessly through these pains?

Sometimes, you question why fate and destiny chose to play their cards this way...

Why do they have to make it so hard for everyone, just for the sake of finding each other's soulmates? Your soulmate.

Yes, all the pain you've been feeling is all caused by your one and only soulmate. Your, supposed to be, 'other half' who, for some reason, you still can't find.

As a child, your parents always told you and your brother about the concept of soulmates, and of fate and destiny. Because of that, you've learned to love and appreciate the concept so much that everytime you see the inked initial on your wrist, you can't help but smile. Looking at it always manages to make your day.

That is, until you turned 18 - still no signs of your so-called soulmate. Due to that unfortunate reason, you had to experience another soulmate mark.

You remembered giggling in joy once upon a time as you let your imagination run wild. You imagined that maybe you'll have the infamous different eye color mark, or maybe the changing hair color one - but you certainly didn't expect this - for getting another tattoo related mark.

It started when you were in the middle of your Physics midterm exam, when you suddenly felt pain surging through your lower leg. The pain was bearable, but still it was pain.

When you went inside the bathroom, that's when you took notice of the black ink that was present in your leg. The tattoo was in the form of a fiery crown. And at first you were confused, thinking that your eyes were probably deceiving you. However, after spending nearly an hour staring at the same spot on your leg and searching on the web for confirmation, you eventually found out that it indeed is, your new soulmate mark.

After that, the tattoos just kept coming, and before you even knew it, your upper arm towards your back was littered with black ink.

And then today happened...

The biggest tattoo your soulmate has ever done - and they really had to place it on their back?

You wanted to curse them, but you thought that what if your soulmate didn't know? What if your soulmate didn't know that this is the case for your new soulmate mark? That for each tattoo they decide to get on their skin, the very same one starts to blossom on yours as well? Can you blame them?

"What a day..." You mutter under your breath, and then you suddenly realized that you still haven't seen the new design on your own back. And so, you quickly fished your phone out from your pocket.

"Oh my god...Jia wasn't joking." It is pretty. Maybe, the prettiest you've ever seen.

The tattoo was an infinity symbol, but instead of the plain one, it was made of a rose, with its stem bended into a loop with all the thorns present. And then somewhere along the lines were the words, fate and destiny.

You don't know why, but you felt warm. You felt warm because it's as if your soulmate was thinking the same as you.

That no matter how beautiful the concept of having soulmates is, the process of finding them says otherwise. But in the end, you know it'll be worth it. Just like a rose, no matter how beautiful it is, it still has prickly thorns that might pierce your skin. But in the end, it'll still be a beautiful flower to those who can see.

So that's why even though this game of hide and seek might be tiring and somewhat painful, you'll still move forward. Hoping that each step you take will finally lead you to your soulmate.

"What a beautiful pain..." You sighed as your gaze went to the letter that was inked on your right wrist.

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↬a/n: hello hello hello~ this one's finally been freed from my drafts dungeon and i'm so happy! the first chapter is just an introduction for y'all to get a glimpse of the character and their life. see ya on the next chapter where things will begin to unfold ♡

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dairyminki · 9 months

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Inked By Fate - TWO

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: lots of profanities, illegal racing ↬wc: 3.6k ↬a/n: early update (this is where the fun starts)! bcos i might be busy next week hehet. this wasn't proof-read so i'm sorry for the errors if there are. i would also love to hear your thoughts abt the story so far, thanxx!

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・・・・・★

Waking up to the smell of cooked eggs and bacons, you quickly sat up on your bed, brows furrowed.

Is your sense of smell fooling around with you?

Someone's definitely cooking in the kitchen. But who could it be?

Oh no.

What if it's an intruder - making itself at home knowing that you were dead asleep?

If the person sees my tattoos, will that be enough to scare them?

With that thought in mind, you went out of the comfort of your bed and slipped into your fuzzy slippers, praying that whoever was inside your apartment was someone your own size, who you can actually fight, or you'll be dead meat.

On your way, you took the baseball bat that was placed just in front of your room's door. But when you see who was moving inside the kitchen whilst humming to a song, you halt in your steps. It was a guy.

Should I hit him now? or should I wait when he turns around so I could hit him right in the face?

With your hand still raised together with the baseball bat in the air, the person turns around, nearly dropping the plate of newly cooked baconstrips when he flinches.

"Motherfucker, you scared me!"

"Yeosang?!" You exclaimed in disbelief. You stared him up and down. Oh, so that's why you didn't recognize his back like you always would, he's got his hair dyed again - this time it's light ash blonde.

"Yesss, it's me! Now, if you could just...lower that bat down...please?" Yeosang asks gently, not wanting to anger you further because of his sudden appearance inside your humble abode.

"Oh, right. Sorry." You smiled sheepishly. You put back the bat to its original place, then came back to the kitchen to join the latter for breakfast.

He didn't burn the kitchen this time. Wow, Jia must've rubbed off her cooking skills on him.

You wait for Yeosang to fill your plate with food, before you straighten up on your seat, arms-crossed.

"Now, why are you here dear brother?"

Yeosang looks up from his plate, raising his perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you. "What? I can't visit my own sister now?"

You scoffed at this. "Sure. But just so you know, this is so out of the blue, Kang Yeosang. If I remember clearly, I haven't seen your face for like what? Two years? So why now?" This time, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him, suspicious at his sudden actions.

Yeosang continues munching on his food first, before he places down his fork, sighing. "Okay, okay. You got me!"

With a triumphant smile, you leaned on the table, your elbow rested on top as you propped your chin on your palm.

"Jia told you, didn't she?" You muse, looking at him dead in the eye, which sooner turned into a staring battle between the two of you.

Of course, Yeosang lost.

"Ugh, she told me not to tell you this though. But you're a smart bitch so I guess it's not my fault." He shrugs, but you know yourself that your brother's going to have a scolding from his girlfriend later.

Yes, Jia is Yeosang's girlfriend. What a small world right?

"Well, thank you dipshit." You fire back, grinning, but he just rolled his eyes at you. And then he turns serious.

"Also, to answer your question, yes, Jia told me." He says, eyes now looking solemn. "But seriously? Eight tattoos in a week? What is your soulmate? A masochist?" Yeosang huffs, to which you just glared at.

"Yeo, my soulmate doesn't know." You said sharply. Wanting to prove a point to him.

"Sure, they don't. But that doesn't change the fact that you're always in pain because of that piece of shit."

"Yeo, tone down your language!" You hiss.

"Fine!" He exclaims.

Soon the table was filled with a tense silence, neither of you chose to look at each other, blood boiling because of different reasons.

You know that Yeosang is just protective of you, his only sister, his only family left. But it doesn't mean he can go around and curse your soulmate like that, your soulmate is still your other half.

"Alright, I'm sorry Y/N." Yeosang breaks the silence first. Your brother isn't really one who is fond of doing apologies first, given his high-walled ego. So you just nod.

"Look at me, though." Yeosang pleads, and without looking, you know he's already sporting that pouty face of his.

Imagining him looking silly, far from his usual cold and cocky facade, you break into a smile.

"Now, that's what I like." You heard him say and when you looked at him he was already smiling at you.

"Okay, so as I was saying, Jia told me about your sufferings, and it pains her to always see you like that, so..."

"So?" You repeat, raising one of your brows.

"She asked me to convince you to take a break from the flower shop first."

"Break? You know I can't do that, Yeo." You pout, just imagining how boring your life will be if you'll just spend the rest of the following days inside your apartment, probably just repeating the same routine. Wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat.

Working in the flower shop was the only thing that you looked forward to, and now you're asked to take a break?

Was it because you accidentally forgot to wear a shirt that was long enough to cover your tattoos? Did it scare a customer and they end up telling Jia about it?

Before you knew it, you were already overthinking, luckily though, Yeosang was quick to notice it and eventually snapped you out of it.

"Y/N, Jia has the purest intentions, believe me. You didn't do anything wrong, okay? We just want what's best for you." Yeosang reassures you, stroking your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, nodding your head.

"Alright, I'll take a break..."

"Good. Then you better be ready tomorrow because I'm picking you up." He states, making you move away from him to look at him in the face.

"And where exactly are you taking me?"

"Weren't you curious about where I work? I'm bringing you there tomorrow." Yeosang smirks.

You don't know why, but you feel like this will be a bad idea, but at the same time, you were kind of excited?

"Yeosang?" You say, uneasiness slowly creeping into your system.

"Relax, it's nothing that illegal-well, who am I kidding? Of course it's illegal - anyway, I assure you it'll be fun!" He chuckles, relishing in the idea of finally bringing you to see his world.

But say what - did he just say illegal?!

"Kang Yeosang I swear-"

"Oh trust me, you'll love it dear sister."

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"You work at a club?" You turn to your brother who's behind the steering wheel of his red chevrolet camaro.

Yeosang merely shakes his head, then the car slows down, his side of the window rolls down, and the next thing you knew, he was talking to a buff guy, who seems like a bouncer to you.

You see the buff guy throw you a look before he tells you to reach out your hand.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Just reach out your hand, Y/N." Yeosang tells you, and you do oblige, because the guy outside the window is scaring the shit out of you already.

The guy straps a leather band on your wrist, and just like that, he was out of your sight, and the camaro was rolling back on its wheels.

Although confused, your mouth opens in awe when you realize you weren't headed for the luxurious club. Instead, a passageway opens just at the side and Yeosang has led the car through it.

So now you're like inside of a tunnel, a tunnel that felt endless as Yeosang drove. But then you see it.

The lights.

And then you hear noises.

And that's when you see the big silver ass of a sign.

KQ-STRIP

"Y-Yeosang?" You mutter, your eyes never leaving the sign.

"Hmm?"

"Where are we?"

You hear your brother chuckle before you look at him, only to see him wearing that devious of a smirk on his face.

"Welcome to the world of underground racing, sister."

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When Yeosang said his job is illegal, you totally didn't expect to find yourself standing inside the walls of an underground racing facility.

Seriously? Illegal speed racing?? This is what he does for a living? Can you even consider it as a job, when it's more of like a dangerous hobby?

Still, you know your brother gets paid tons for this shit, seeing how the place looks so unrealistically expensive, so you're just gonna shut your mouth like the good sister you are.

"Does Jia know?" Is the first thing you asked him when the two of you walked further into the venue where you could already see the racing track and the expensive looking cars all scattered around.

"Of course she does. You know that I could never lie to that woman."

"You've got a point there." You say and then you let your eyes wander around.

The place was filled with people, either walking inside the area, or up in the bleachers. Some were even holding huge placards with what you presume were the racers' names. The place was humongous, lots of varying lights brightened up the race track.

Are you perhaps...dreaming?

Because there's no way something like this exists? And you only knew of it like, now??

Where on earth was Yeosang wandering that made him able to discover this place?

"If you've got questions, go ask now." Yeosang tells you.

You have lots of questions in mind, but you don't know what or how to start. This information for just one night is too overwhelming, it almost made you speechless.

"Have the authorities found out about this place? Or like, did you get arrested once?"

You admit this place might be considered close to utopia for some, but you can't also deny the fact that this, whatever this shit your brother is doing is illegal. Not to mention, the potential harm it can cause to everyone involved with it. To think he managed to bring you here...in his world...should you be scared?

Yeosang did say he wanted you to take a break and that he wanted what's best for you. So is this the solution to that? When this whole thing is close to giving you anxiety? That any minute now, a police might barge into the place and then-

"Kang Y/N!" Yeosang spoke with so much power in his voice that it was enough to bring you back to reality.

"You're doing it again, you're overthinking." He says, gently this time.

Yeosang moves closer, gripping his hands on both sides of your shoulders, looking you in the eye. "I promise you, you need not worry. I wouldn't bring my precious sister here if I knew it wasn't safe enough for her."

"Endangering you is the last thing I would ever do." Yeosang tells you, and it was enough of a reassurance.

Right, when has Yeosang ever broken your trust? Never. Though the two of you fight like cats and dogs every single damn time. But yes, you trust him.

"Plus, not to brag, but our higher officials have never ever slipped even once. The reason why KQ-STRIP has been underground for almost a decade." At that he's back to his cocky self, and you had every urge to roll your eyes at him, but you don't.

At a distance, you hear screeching tire noises, and then three cars; green, blue, and orange come into view, pulling up beside your brother's red camaro.

"Ah, speaking of them devils. They're here." Yeosang clasps his hands. You turn to him, puzzled, but he just loops his arm with yours and drags you with him to the three newly arrived vibrant looking cars.

At that moment, the three drivers went out, and you had to suck in a breath. The first one was tall with black hair, he had soft facial features but he screamed manly, nonetheless.

Meanwhile, the owner of the green car had light brown hair, slicked back, and had dark glasses on. Just like the first, he was tall.

Lastly, the owner of the blue car steps out, and unlike the two towers, he was smaller, even a tad smaller than your brother.

Despite his height though, he displayed the same cockiness as Yeosang and had platinum blonde hair, with some fringes dropping to his forehead.

They were gorgeous alright.

As if Yeosang knew what you were thinking, he nudged you ever so lightly.

"They're my friends, and no you're not hitting on any of them."

"I wasn't planning to." You grit your teeth. They're gorgeous, yes, you give them that. But you're loyal to your soulmate alright?

"Well, well, who do we have here?" The short one says, examining you up and down.

Tonight you wore a black leather jacket just like your brother and the rest of these guys. Yeosang told you it's a part of the dress code.

"Hongjoong hyung, this is my sister, Kang Y/N."

"Sister you say? She's pretty!" The one with the black hair exclaims, then he sends you a warm smile, enough to make your insides all fluttery.

"And hot!" The one with the glasses adds, whistling. Of course, you had to look away to hide the blush on your cheeks. "Well, thank you." You say quietly.

"Mingi, I didn't bring her here for you to hit on." Yeosang glares at the taller man.

"Alright, alright. Geez, I was just merely giving her a compliment." Mingi defends himself, and when he catches you looking at him, he sends you a wink.

And now, the other tall male was hitting him, telling him to tone down his flirty antics.

Then you hear someone cough.

"I'm sorry about them, they can be pretty handful sometimes. Anyway, I'm Kim Hongjoong." The blonde introduces himself, and offers his gloved hand in front of you.

You were about to accept his hand when another hand came into sight, pushing the former away.

"And I'm Yunho, Jeong Yunho!" He says, catching you off guard.

"It's nice to meet you, Yunho." You say, chuckling, as you shook his hand.

"The disrespect." Hongjoong mutters at the side, but then he turns to your brother.

"Why bring her this time, Sang?" He questions.

"Dunno. Just thought this would be a perfect place for her to have her break and distract her for the time being. Plus, she would be able to see her handsome brother at work." Yeosang says, winking at you.

"Ooh, ooh! Does that mean you'll bring her the following nights too?" Mingi chirps in, looking expectantly at your brother.

"Well, I guess? If she ends up liking it here. Then why not?" Yeosang shrugs.

Then as if something in you shifted, your focus wasn't on their conversation anymore, your system feeling like it's burning with anticipation and excitement...?

Because just at that moment, three other cars entered the scene, all black in color.

And when the first car door opens, revealing a tall man, clad in all black from head to toe, your breath hitches and you can't find it in you to look away. Even when his eyes met yours for a brief second and then turned his back.

You tug your brother's sleeve, whispering, "Yeosang...who is that?"

"Oh. That's...that's Park Seonghwa. And he's someone you shouldn't go near to Y/N."

・・・・・★

"Why?"

"Because he's the King, the King of the tracks. And he shouldn't be messed with." Yeosang supplies, and then Yunho suddenly appears behind you two, saying, "But you can mess with his two friends, they're nice and funny! On a second thought- no, they could break your heart if you get too attached with them."

"Also Inferno is our rival, therefore they're not a friend, but a foe." It was Hongjoong who spoke this time.

Inferno?

"What do you mean by Infer-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Yeosang cuts you off, grabbing a hold of your wrist. "That's enough info for the night, so why don't we just go and-"

"Elysium, my friends!" A voice cuts through the air, halting you and your brother in your tracks.

"Piece of shit." Yeosang grumbles under his breath, and the two of you turn around only to see three males clad in black approaching you and Yeosang's friend group.

The way they carried themselves screams confidence with a slight arrogance in their steps.

The guy in the middle was smiling and the other on his left was smirking, his gaze falling on your figure, while the one on the right- the tall man you saw earlier- Park Seonghwa - was wearing a blank face, stray strands of his midnight black hair fell on the other side of his face.

Then your wrist begins to itch. When you look at it, it's exactly on your soulmate mark.

"Oh, and who is this?" The same high-pitched voice speaks, and you look up to see the three of them looking at you while Yeosang was glaring at them, his hand still gripping your other wrist tightly.

"None of your damn business." Yeosang says through gritted teeth, making the latter laugh.

"You're so funny Kang. I haven't even done anything, yet." He says much to his amusement on seeing your brother steaming in anger.

"What's your business, Inferno?" Hongjoong speaks up this time, his voice calm and collected, as well as his face, so unlike your brother who's close to bursting.

You know Yeosang is protective, but not this protective. Then that just means that Inferno guys are really bad, bad.

"What's her name? Is she Yeosang's sister?" The same guy speaks, shamelessly checking you up and down. He's really talking like you're not here, huh? How rude. You're starting to not like him already.

So you speak up.

"That's right, I am. Got any problem with that?" You raise an eyebrow at him as you step forward, crossing your arms.

"Ooh, feisty." You hear Mingi say from the side, but Yunho was quick to shush him.

The guy in front of you laughs, and that's when you notice that his hair's colored half black and then blonde underneath at the back. What a bold choice of color, and it seems like his personality is too.

"You're just like your brother. But oh gosh, where are my manners? My name is Jung Wooyoung, and you are?" Wooyoung offers his hand in front of you, like a gentleman.

"I'm Kang Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N-ie." He says, catching you off guard. So you're on a nickname basis now? This guy is surely something.

Then he turns to the others behind him and introduces them.

"This guy here is-"

"I'm Choi San." The guy with the black hair and striking green streaks steps forward and kisses the back of your hand.

You hear Yeosang gasp. "Oh you did not jus-" Hongjoong and the others calmed him down, holding him in place, while Choi San merely smirks. Then he goes back to his place.

Wooyoung laughs again, then turns to the almost stone-cold like person on his other side.

His face was void of any emotions.

And you don't like it.

"This is our Seonghwa-hyung." Wooyoung introduces him. The said male just looks at you for a brief second, nodding his head in acknowledgement and says nothing.

While the others showed interest in you, he didn't. And it sparked up an unknown flame inside of you.

You're suddenly irritated.

So you turn your back and walk away.

"Hey, wait up!" Yeosang says, trying to catch up with you.

His friends followed suit. Mingi, questioning you first. "Why'd you walk away, angel?"

You don't answer him though. Instead, you ask, "When's the race starting Yeo? I'm about to get bored just walking around here." And talking to some jerk, who doesn't give a fuck about your existence.

Why are you so pressed anyway? Why are you so worked up over Seonghwa not giving you even the slightest interest?

Also what a perfect timing for your wrist to itch - the cherry on top, to your flaming annoyance.

"How about you three, including Mingi, go find seats, while me and Yunho go get ready for tonight's match?" Hongjoong proposes. And so the five of you separate.

・・・・・★

The race was already starting, one of the competitors being; Hongjoong and Yunho from Elysium; which you just found out to be the name of Yeosang's gang, and Wooyoung and Seonghwa from Inferno.

You like cars, you're okay with watching races, but tonight, you just can't help but keep sending glares on the innocent race track, plus your wrist was still itching for who knows what reason.

So you decided to excuse yourself and told Yeosang that you'll go to the comfort room, and thank god you were good with directions cause you immediately found it.

After doing your business and washing your hands, you head out, only to squeak when you find a familiar male leaning by the doorway.

"San?" You say, unsure, because he had his head hung low. But when he looks up, it indeed is him.

"Oh, I see, you're finished." Unlike his smirk earlier, he's sporting a dimpled smile.

"Yes…? But what are you doing here?" You ask, looking at him and then at the sign on top of you that clearly says 'female'.

"Waiting for you of course. What else?"

Okay? He's very straightforward.

"But why?"

He removes himself from the wall and faces you, both of his hands placed inside of his pockets.

He leans in up to a point where it was almost uncomfortable, but surprisingly it wasn't uncomfortable for you in the slightest. In fact you even close your eyes.

Then he speaks, his breath hovering over your lips, his fingers brushing away some of the fringes from your face.

"If I asked you to go on a late night drive with me, would you go?"

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring back in his dark brown eyes, so deep that it made you weak.

And when your knees gave up on you, San was quick to hold you by the waist and steady you.

After a few seconds, you mutter in a soft voice, "Yes, I'd go with you."

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Inked By Fate - THREE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities, alcohol use, illegal racing ↬wc: 3.9k

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What made you want to go on a late night drive with a guy you just met today?

You don't know, but it felt like the best thing to do. It felt right.

You looked at the window, getting lost in the beauty of the moon-lit city as San drove at a certain speed.

San had driven the two of you out of the underground and past the expensive club, now you're on a road that led you further away from the buzzing city.

Just a plain cemented road, no other cars in sight. Somehow, it gave you a sense of tranquility.

"We're here." San announced and went out first. Then he opens the car door for you.

When you walked out, you noticed San had brought you to a viewing point. The place was high and flat enough to give you a picturesque overlook of the city and its night view.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He comments, and when you look back, he was leaning on the hood of his car, so you went beside him and copied his posture.

"Yes, yes it is." You let out a good-natured sigh.

Without thinking much, you ask the question that's been bugging you since earlier.

"Why take me out, San?"

"Why accept my offer when you could've refused?"

You scoff when San answers your question with another.

"Why? Do you regret it now?" He asks after a brief moment of nothing but the chirping of the crickets.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, absolutely not."

San stares at you for a few seconds before he lets his gaze wander around the city just below you.

"I don't know, it just felt like the right thing to do." He sighs, then the corner of his lips curls upwards into a smile.

You shake your head again, smiling lightly due to amusement.

The two of you stayed silent for a moment. Again, it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. Being with San here felt like you're just casually hanging out with a friend you've known for years.

"Is he...is he always like that?" You asked, out of the blue, leaving a confused looking San.

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Seonghwa." You cleared your throat. "Is he always like that? Emotionless?" You bit your lip. You don't know why you're still not over Seonghwa's behavior earlier. It's like he was a mystery to you. Someone you want to unmask.

San laughs, much to your surprise. "Seonghwa hyung?"

"Wahh, I can't believe he still can capture a girl's attention despite him having his resting bitch face on." He adds, voice laced with amusement and disbelief.

Then, he turns to you. "Don't tell me, you like him?" San gasps dramatically. You hit him. "No! I was just curious...that's all."

San hums. "I can't answer your question, though. But if you so badly want to find out, why don't you talk to him?"

"I can't. Yeosang told me to stay clear from him, well from Inferno, generally."

San laughs, finding it funny. "So? It's not like Yeosang holds superiority over you, right? You're your own person."

Well, he's right. But…

"How about let's make a deal?"

At that, you quirk your eyebrows at him.

Deal?

"What deal?"

"If you go on more late night drives with me, I'll take you to our place so you could score a talk with Seonghwa hyung." He smirks.

"W-What makes you think I'd want to talk with that jerk?" You stutter, looking away.

"Jerk?" San wheezes. "Wow, you already have a nickname for him?"

You flush in embarrassment.

"Well, you did say you're curious about him, so I'm merely doing you a favor y'know? So what do you say?"

Something in you wants to say yes, immediately. But what would you even say if you get to face Seonghwa? What will he say if you randomly ask him, "Why are you such an emotionless jerk?" when you two aren't even close and he didn't even do anything to you, for you to reach that assumption?

In the first place, why are you even so bothered by him?

You're beginning to not understand yourself.

"Will Yeosang find out?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Nope, he won't. This all will be a secret between the two of us, I promise." He raises his right hand, his eyes bearing sincerity and assurance.

"Okay, it's a deal then."

"Nice. Let's head back, shall we?" San says, and you nod your head.

Then he opens the car door for you and turns to go to the driver's seat. And just like that, the black car roars back to life.

・・・・・★

When the two of you went back to the underground, San dropped you off near the comfort room to avoid getting looks from others and so to prevent your brother knowing that you just went out with the Choi San.

After that, you went back to the bleachers where your brother and Mingi were seated, lucky for you the race was still ongoing, which means you and San weren't out for that long.

So when Yeosang asks you what took you so long to use the comfort room, you just told him you got lost for a little bit.

Yeosang squints his eyes at you and is about to open his mouth, but then, Mingi from the side shakes him vigorously, pointing at the finish line as he shouts.

"Oh my god, look! Yunho won!"

And just like that, your head snaps to the front as you hear a buzzing sound, and surely you see Yunho's orange car being crowded with people.

Meanwhile, Yeosang behind you was in utter shock, "No way…"

"Yes way!" Mingi squeals as he finally stands from his seat, dragging Yeosang up with him. And now, they're clinging to each other, bouncing up and down.

Later on, the three of you went down when the crowd was clear.

"Congrats, Yunhooo!!" Mingi shouts, running to the other tall male and embracing him in a bone crushing hug.

"This calls for a celebration!" Yeosang cheers, joining them.

Then, you see Hongjoong going towards your mini circle. He stops beside you, saying, "Y'know it's still weird. Don't get me wrong but I'm truly happy Yunho won but...don't you think it's a bit skeptical for Park Seonghwa to have lost? After his straight wins?"

Your eyes widened, trying to process what the male just said.

Yeosang did say Seonghwa is the king of the tracks but… seriously? That guy hasn't lost once?

"It is weird, if you ask me." Yunho admits, his brows furrowed.

"Honestly, I don't give a fuck. All I just know is that he finally got a taste of a loss, heck his record isn't clean now and I'm beyond happy." Yeosang smirks, and Mingi was quick to second him.

"Still, one loss is better than five losses, Kang."

When you turn to your side, you flinch when you see Seonghwa. His all black figure was enough to make you intimidated, especially that he's so close.

But just like earlier, he doesn't bat an eye at you.

Instead, it was San who looked at you, smiling. You, of course, return the smile, discreetly.

"Speaking of the devil." Yeosang mutters quietly, but Seonghwa seemed to hear it as he let out a dark chuckle.

It gave you goosebumps. He gave you goosebumps.

"Anyway, congrats on winning tonight, Jeong." Seonghwa extends a hand and they both shake hands.

"Where's your other friend Wooyoung?" You whispered when you felt San subtly stop by your side.

"With his girls, of course." San replies, chuckling slowly. You nod, already understanding what he meant by that.

"Here." He whispers as he slides a paper in your hand. "It's my number." He adds, before he and Seonghwa walk away from the scene.

When you were already inside Yeosang's car, driving out of the underground, he asks, "So, do you still want to tag along with me the following nights?"

"You bet I will, Yeo." You say, smiling to yourself as you unfold the small paper San had left you with his number written on it neatly.

Funny how a late night drive with a guy you just met was enough to shift your attention to him, now all your flaming annoyances were washed out down the drain, forgotten.

・・・・・★

The loud music, the countless number of bodies dancing crazily to the beat of the music and the familiar strong smell of alcohol didn't make him stop in his tracks, turn around, and go back to his vehicle. Instead, it was enough to lull him deeper inside the place.

After a race night, most of the people decide to swarm in the expensive club and have a little bit of fun after stressing on betting their money to their favored contestant of the night.

And lucky for him, he's not one of those people, because he's at the receiving end. The one people bet on, the king of the tracks, who just happened to have had his first loss.

And he's here to drink to that.

"I'll have one Hemingway Daiquiri, please." His deep voice was enough to scare the bartender, which he immediately noticed was new. Just then another bartender slides into the scene, taking the former's place, brows furrowing.

"You scared him, hyung." The bartender says.

"Do I look like I care? I've got bigger problems to take care of, Jongho."

The bartender, Jongho, merely laughs and brushes some of his stray black locks out of his face.

"See? This is why people's first impression of you is a rude, cold-hearted jerk who only gives a fuck about racing, Seonghwa hyung."

"Again, do I look like I- you know what just give me that damn daiquiri please?" Seonghwa grumbles, face buried in his hands, trying his best to control his steaming anger and to not pour it out on the young bartender, who happens to be his friend.

"On it!" Jongho chirps, and just like that, he's out of sight, already doing his job.

But when Seonghwa thought he's finally got a sense of peace, oh boy was he wrong.

"Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung!" Someone calls out amidst the noisy crowd, the voice all too familiar that Seonghwa just wanted life to end him then and there.

On second thought, certainly not. He still has yet to find his other half. Another reason why he lost the race tonight was because of his itching wrist. Which led him distracted all throughout the night, cause he knew what it had exactly meant.

His thoughts got cut off when the owner of the voice sat beside him, all bright and happy and of course - reeking of alcohol mixed with a woman's perfume.

"You wouldn't guess what happened to me hyung! So I met this girl-" But before the younger could even ramble on about his new fling, Seonghwa stops him.

"Woo, I don't care which girl you met this time, and I'm certainly not interested, okay? Good."

"Grumpy as always, no wonder why your handsome face is getting all wrinkly. Tch." Wooyoung scoffs, but Seonghwa was too tired to argue.

And as if Wooyoung's mouth was powered by a motor, never-ending until you shut it off, he continues.

"Ooh, where's Sannie by the way? Did you see him? Cause I did-"

"For heaven's sake, would you kindly shut that loud mouth of yours Jung Wooyoung?!" Seonghwa snaps, making some heads turn in their direction.

"Chill, man. Are you that affected by your loss? It's only one-"

"Hemingway Daiquiri for the King, is now ready." Jongho slides in smoothly despite the tension between the two racers, and Seonghwa is thankful for him for that, cause if not for the bartender, then who knows what he could've done to his chatterbox of a friend?

Taking the drink, Seonghwa takes his time to bask in the smell of it, letting his senses get lost in the drink itself. And by the time he drinks the daiquiri, he drowns the sound of the loud club music and his problems along with it.

"What's wrong with him?" Wooyoung whispers to Jongho.

"I don't know hyung. He's been like that since he entered, even scared one of the new recruits." At this info being relayed to him, Wooyoung grimaces.

"Oh, Sannie hyung is here." Jongho informs the latter. When Wooyoung does look back, he spots San coming towards them, the crowd making way for him as he spins his car keys smugly in his hand.

"Where have you been, mister?" Wooyoung asks the newcomer.

"Just out...thinking." San replies as he takes a seat beside the male, but then his head snaps to the side upon seeing their eldest hyung dead on the counter while still gripping on his half filled daiquiri.

"Is he okay? He's not like that just because of his loss, isn't he?" San inquires.

"I wish I knew." Wooyoung says. "But one thing I know is that he's extra grumpy tonight."

"I'll have the usual, Jongie." San smiles at the younger. After the bartender was out of sight, he gestured for Wooyoung to switch seats with him so he could talk to Seonghwa.

"Hyung, wake up." San shakes him. After some time, the elder groans and when he looks up he speaks in a slurred voice, "Oh, you're here."

"Do you want to talk it out hyung? You know I'm always ready to listen."

"No, I don't want to talk about it." Seonghwa replies stubbornly. San doesn't give up though, resulting in him giving in at the end.

"Go on, talk." San urges him while Wooyoung already disappeared somewhere in the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.

"I…" Seonghwa takes a deep breath. "I think my...soulmate and I crossed paths tonight." He looks longingly at his soulmate mark, which happened to itch for the first time after years of being engraved on his skin.

Seonghwa doesn't know which weighs in him more; the feeling of relief and happiness because he knows his soulmate is somewhere out there, closer than he thinks, or be angry and disappointed because his other half decides to show themselves just when his world has become a total mess.

Contrary to what he was feeling and thinking, beside him is Choi San with wide eyes, a hand over his mouth as he tries to hide the smile that's about to break out.

"No…way…" There was excitement in the latter's voice, but Seonghwa could only offer a tight-lipped smile, not really knowing what to feel.

All his life, Seonghwa truly yearned for his soulmate. But what good would it do both of them now when his life is nothing but built on lies and danger?

・・・・・★

You sat on the floor, with Jia braiding your hair as the two of you decided to spend the day lazily but cozily by having a marathon of barbie movies in your apartment.

"I remember I had a crush on King Dominic when I was a kid." You snicker, finding the memory ridiculous.

Jia snorts, saying, "Well, I can't blame the younger Y/N. For a child, Dominic is quite handsome."

The both of you laugh.

"Oh, did you...you know? Get another tattoo sprouting on your back?" Jia asks, and you're suddenly reminded of last night, where you had to bite one of your teddy bears because of the stinging pain.

"Yeah, no." You reply. Yeah, because you did get a new tattoo, and no, because it's not on your back this time.

"What do you mean? Is it a yes or is it a no?"

You don't answer her and just simply lower the collar of your shirt to the side, enough for her to see the not so small tattoo near the side of your collarbones.

"It's pretty, but do you know what it says?" Jia asks as she traces the tattoo with her delicate fingers.

You shake your head.

The tattoo was written in Japanese characters, and you have absolutely no idea what it meant. But the strokes are indeed pretty, light and minimalistic - very different from the bed of blossoming black-inked flowers on your back and other designs on your upper arm.

After that, you shift to make your body face the sofa and then you look up at Jia, asking, "How did it feel when you met Yeosang? The time when you both didn't know you were soulmates, how did it feel being around him?"

Jia groans, but you know that deep inside she's more than willing to go on a trip down the memory lane just to answer your questions.

"Well, uhm, how do I say this? There was this connection? That even if I didn't want anything to do with him, I found myself always drawn to him and then when-"

By now, Jia's words were all a blur, your mind going back to last night, before you experienced another pain from a blossoming tattoo, before Yeosang dropped you back home - back to the moment a certain black-haired male with the striking green streaks asked you if you wanted to go on a late night drive with him.

You know you felt it, the reason why you decided to come with him.

You felt the connection.

You were drawn to him.

Perhaps, could it be? Is he...?

The questions continued to bug you even in the next sunrise.

・・・・・★

That night, Yeosang picks you up, all dressed up in his usual black leather jacket and dark jeans when you step inside his red car.

When he does take notice of your outfit he grins wide in mischief. "You're dressed much more than last night, my dear sister."

"And? It's none of your business." You deadpan, but that only spikes up Yeosang's interest and nosy ass more.

"Do tell me, is it one of my friends?" He faces you, hands off the steering wheel as he now has his arms crossed. "Cause I clearly told them not to hit on you, didn't I? So I expect that you-"

Suddenly, San's words from the other night appear at the back of your head.

So? It's not like Yeosang holds superiority over you, right? You're your own person.

It makes you question if Yeosang's solely doing this because of his protectiveness over you - you're starting to think otherwise. Surely Yeosang isn't using this as an opportunity to make you bend to his will just because of the fact that he's the only family you could rely on, right?

You hope so.

"Yeosang," You pause, making sure to stress his name. "I'm not hitting on one of your friends, I swear. It's not one of them." It's one of your rivals.

When your brother doesn't speak, you continue, "Now, could you just please drive? You wouldn't dare want to miss your own race, right? You said you still have to beat Jung Wooyoung's ass on the racetrack."

Yeosang scoffs, "You bet I will."

・・・・・★

Just like the other night, you settle with Yeosang's friends on the bleachers, wait a little bit for the race to start, then excuse yourself to the bathroom.

And just like that, you're inside Choi San's car, driving through the same route that will take you to the viewing point you last went to.

Though unlike the first ride, tonight was much more comfortable, San even let you plug your own phone to his car's speakers. And now you two are vibing to some songs you put in your 'night drive playlist' - a playlist you wanted to save for yourself the moment you get yourself a car - but it looks like San's car had stolen the privilege of your future car.

"The stars look more extra sparkly tonight." San sighs over a smile, his eyes gazing at the night sky above you two.

"Yes...they are." You say, also completely mesmerized by the heavenly bodies scattered all over the black canvas, the moon looking like a blurry light at the side because of the fogginess of the clouds.

"Very, breath-taking." San adds.

At that, you unknowingly turn your head to him, eyes locking at the side of his face.

What's with you, Choi San?

You thought, taking in his features. Okay, you're not gonna lie. San is probably one of the gorgeous guys you've ever laid your eyes on. His cat-like eyes, his long lashes, high cheekbones, plump lips, sharp jawline-

"Y/N?"

Even his voice has its own softness for a lullaby.

"Kang Y/N?"

You immediately snap out of your daze, looking away and praying that San didn't notice the way you looked at him, how long you looked at him.

Oh, but you think he did know. He caught you, considering that you can feel the burning gaze of his on you. And when he's about to open his mouth, to say something, you don't let him.

"San." You say.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Have you…" You fiddled with your fingers, before you mustered the courage to look at him again. "Have you met your soulmate?"

San's eyes flickered with something, and you knew that he didn't expect that question coming.

"I..." San rubs the back of his neck, his mouth opens and then closes. Then one time he looks at you, and then back at the view in front, until he settles with a, "No. No, I haven't."

"How about you?" He asks back after a moment of silence. You simply shook your head, your hand caressing the mark you have on your wrist. San notices it as he too, looks at his own mark, touching it.

"You know what, fuck it. Y/N, can you touch my wrist?" San abruptly says, eyes dark but it kind of held a vulnerability in them, his tone somewhat pleading and pained.

"I- w-what?"

San doesn't repeat his words, instead, he just rolls up his leather jacket. Catching you off guard, he takes your hand in his and lets your finger touch his wrist, which you just realized by now is where his soulmate mark was engraved.

But instead of having the usual one letter tattoo, his' was different.

Y/N.

It had your name on it but you didn't know what and how to feel.

No burning sensation, no glow.

What the fuck does that mean?

San chuckles bitterly, as if having known it, having expected it.

That night when he asked you to go on a late night drive with him, that time when your knees gave up and he catches you - was also the time you accidentally touched his soulmate mark.

The one that started off as an initial until it became your name, the one that was engraved on his wrist since birth.

He felt the connection that night, but nothing happened.

And now he still feels the connection between the two of you, but it just drives him crazy because you touched that same mark tonight and yet nothing happened again.

Was fate and destiny toying with him?

Oh, how cruel of them.

Even when you ended up showing your soulmate mark to him, the one with the letter S, and made him touch it. Nothing happened, still.

That ends up with a fragile looking San laying on your lap, your hands brushing through his black hair.

It was silence as the male was spaced out in his own little bubble, but then he spoke up. Calling your name

"Y/N…"

"Hmm?"

"You...you'll stay with me until we figure this shit out right? My promise still lies; me not telling your brother about our rendezvous and scoring you a talk with Seonghwa hyung." San says in between sniffles, and you don't know whether it was because of the cold, or the fact that he had been secretly crying. Or maybe both.

But…

Seonghwa.

Oh right, you almost forgot about him.

The sudden mention of his name gave you a slight feeling creeping through your skin.

"Yeah, of course, San." You respond, only for the said boy, correcting you.

"Call me, Sannie!"

"Okay...Sannie." You say as you mindlessly rake your fingers through his hair, your mind drifting off to the tall man with the midnight black hair, clad in black from tip to bottom.

The King of the tracks.

The emotionless jerk.

Your flaming annoyance ignites inside of you again.

・・・・・★

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・・・・・★

Another night at KQ-Strip, another race to be missed.

"Yeo, I'll just go to the comfort room, okay?"

"Sure, but be back quick. You don't want to miss my race, do you?" Yeosang had the smug look on and you just can't help but scoff.

"Yeah, whatever." You replied and then you went on your way.

By now, you've totally mastered the whole place, you're also starting to think that one of these days, Yeosang will start to question your frequent disappearances and trips to the comfort room.

Just like always, you go inside the comfort room first, you washed your face and then as soon as you were done, you went out to go look for San, that is, if he doesn't find you first, which he always does anyway.

But tonight, a shocked expression was evident on your face when you opened the door, because not only San greeted you outside, but also another male, who's smirking your way.

"So, she's the one you've been waiting for, right Choi? Or am I wrong?" Hongjoong asks the younger, yet much taller male.

"H-Hongjoong…" You gasp. "What are you doing here?"

The mentioned male just shakes his head, grinning deviously after. "You don't think you're the one I should ask that?" He raises an eyebrow, making you gulp.

You sigh, giving in, not fighting the fact that one of Yeosang's friends finally caught you with your little secret rendezvous with one of their despised, not really, rivals. And it happens to be Hongjoong who has caught you, huh?

"Fine, I admit I've been seeing San. So what?" You retort, trying to act brave, even though deep inside you're scared that your brother will find out that you just so happened to break the trust he has given you.

"Really? You're not afraid that Yeosang might find out?"

"Well, he won't find out if you won't tell him." You counter.

"What makes you think I won't tell him?" Hongjoong replies, and now you two are stuck in an intense eye staring battle, with a quiet San at the side.

Still in the middle of the battle, Hongjoong says, "Why are you seeing a member of Inferno when Yeosang clearly told you not to?"

"Why shouldn't I, when I'm my own person?" You mutter through gritted teeth, San slightly tensing at the side due to the fact that you just used his exact words.

The next thing you knew, Hongjoong was already chuckling.

"Now I know why Mingi has taken a liking to you, Y/N. Feisty, that's what you are." A devious of a smirk appears on the blonde's face. Then his face turns serious.

"But, I really need to know your business with Inferno, Y/N. When Yeosang told you to stay away, he meant it. Tell me what do you keep seeing San for, and if it passes my validity standard in terms of reasoning then I might just let this incident slide and never mention a word to your brother...for the meantime, that is."

What's up with Inferno really? You wanted to ask. Because it's getting a little sketchy and tense whenever someone lets the word slip past their mouths.

Is there something that you should know of?

Your train of thoughts stops when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and when you look back, it was San. And in a whisper, he says to you, "Let me deal with Mr. Tiny." If it wasn't for the current situation, you might've laughed.

"Hongjoong hyung." San speaks, catching the male's attention.

"No cover ups, just speak the truth Choi."

"You want the truth, then I'll give you that." You hear San mutter under his breath as he takes a step closer to Hongjoong.

"Soulmates."

At that, you see Hongjoong flinch. "I-uh? What?" He asks, perplexed by a single word.

"Soulmates. We're soulmates." San repeats, making sure Hongjoong hears it much clearer this time.

Hongjoong was wearing a look of shock and disbelief, and you mirrored him.

Just what on earth is Choi San plotting now?

Did he perhaps know?

・・・・・★

After escaping Hongjoong and sealing a deal with him to keep his mouth shut, you and San run along to his car.

Few minutes into the car ride was pure silence until your companion spoke up.

"I'm sorry about that. It's the only excuse I could make up." There was regret in his voice, but you just giggled silently.

"It's okay San."

So he didn't know.

But he wasn't wrong either. His excuse was…

"Y/N, I have something to tell you, by the way." San speaks again, this time with much urgency in his voice.

Before he could ramble on, you held up a hand and told him to focus on the road.

"I have something to tell you too, San, but can you just drive for now? Our talk could wait, you know?" You mused and San just mumbles a sorry, smiling sheepishly after.

・・・・・★

San rolls up one of his sleeves and shows you his wrist. Now empty.

Your inked name nowhere to be found, instead, the skin was now littered with freckles.

Seeing your puzzled expression, he chuckles, saying, "I know, I was confused too. Because the moment I woke up and checked my wrists, I didn't see your name anymore, just these freckles, which surprised me even more."

Hmm...the tattoo faded, then?

Then that just backs-up the data you've gathered. It makes much more sense now.

"So I did my research," You say, turning San to his attentive state.

"...and the only plausible explanation for our current situation is that…"

"Is that what? C'mon, don't get all suspenseful about it on me now!" San whines and you can't help but chuckle at his cuteness.

Just where did the smirky San go?

"The only plausible explanation as to what the both of us could be is that…..we're platonic soulmates, San."

As soon as you dropped the bomb, San's eyes were wide, not in horror, but in amusement? Excitement? You don't know, but you know it's positive.

"No way—platonic soulmates exist too?" He had a hand over his mouth, like a child who just discovered that Santa Claus isn't real.

"Funny, cause that's what I asked my friend too. Research says that having a platonic soulmate is rare in occasion, having only 8% of the population to have one. Probably why not much knows that this type of soulmates exists." You say, relaying the information you've gathered with Jia earlier.

"So that's why…" San mutters. When you look at him, he wears this warm smile, his dimples still showing up of course.

"That explains why I feel connected to you in some way, even after knowing we're not soulmates- well we kinda are, but not in a romantic, or lover aspect. But we're basically still each other's halves, platonically, and I'm happy," San tells you, smiling so dearly and giggling after, that you just can't help but mirror his joy.

After learning you two are platonic soulmates, you can't help but think that maybe it wasn't attraction you felt for San on that first night, maybe it was indeed the connection your souls have with each other that kept you drawn to him. Because as you stare at San now, only one thought crosses your mind.

Being with him surely feels like hanging out with a friend you've known for years.

・・・・・★

Just as you thought that the night was over, you clearly thought wrong.

San was supposed to drive you back to the underground, but it just made your eyebrows furrowed in confusion once you noticed he was taking a different route. You're pretty aware that the race is finished too. So where on earth is San taking you?

"We're here!" San chirps as he turns off the car's engine. While you stayed put in your seat, San exited the car and went to your side to open the car door.

"Where are we exactly?" You question only to receive no reply as San just grabs you out of your seat.

"You'll see."

The male proceeds to drag you until you two arrive in front of a building. Entering, your eyes automatically scan the whole place - it was lavish.

This place is something you surely know you can't and won't be able to afford.

You gawked as the two of you stepped inside the elevator - even the elevator was high class!

"San, where exactly are we?" You asked San who was in front of you, busily pressing on some buttons.

"Just you wait and see, Y/N."

When the elevator opened, you immediately followed San, only to wince in pain when your face landed flat on his back. You were too busy roaming your eyes around the area to notice that he had stopped walking.

When you peaked, you saw that the two of you stopped in front of a room. San knocked on the door, and instantly, you heard commotion from inside.

"San-"

The door opens.

"Oh goodness, there you are! Where the heck did you disappear—Y/N-ie?!" Wooyoung shrieks as he sees you together with his friend. What on earth is Kang Yeosang's sister doing here?

"Uh-hi?" You awkwardly greeted, and then you turned to San who was beside you, waiting for him to fill you in.

San chuckles, dismissing your look of confusion and Wooyoung's questioning glare. He pushes you inside by the small of your back and says, "Welcome to our dorm, Y/N!"

・・・・・★

They call this a dorm? This place that almost looks like a five star hotel, a dorm??

"When you told me you had a girl friend, I didn't expect it to be Kang Y/N." Wooyoung exclaims to his friend. He was seated on the loveseat which was opposite of the couch you and San are both seated on.

"Trust me, neither did I expect it, Woo," San replies casually, his attention present on the flat-screen television as he flips through channel by channel.

Meanwhile, you're silent by yourself, certainly not expecting today is the day that San would drag you to see their dorm.

"So tell me, what is little Y/N-ie doing inside an Inferno's marked territory even if her brother clearly despises us?" Wooyoung's look was challenging as he sends you a smirk.

And did he just call you little Y/N-ie? Little??

"The audacity to call me little when you're not so tall yourself." You retort, only to send him into a boisterous laughter.

"This is why I like you, Y/N!" Then the next thing you knew, he's already out of the loveseat and is now clinging to your side, one arm looped with yours.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to befriend little Sannie?" He proceeds to ask with an amused smile.

Before you could answer anything, San happily does it for you. "She's clearly uncomfortable with you sticking like glue beside her Woo."

You were almost thankful to San, note, almost.

"Also, how she and I became friends isn't what's important right now Woo. In fact, she's here because of a certain someone." San smiles innocently, and you're sure his statement piqued Wooyoung's interest much more, but not yours.

You knew exactly what San was referring to.

"Is it what I think it is?" Wooyoung chides, then he turns to you, wiggling his brows.

"No! It's not what you thi-"

Your words were cut off due to an abrupt knock from the door.

"Speaking of that certain someone." San whistles as he stood up from the couch and went straight for the door to open it.

You just sat on the couch, defeated and somewhat nervous. Because, he's here.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung was frowning beside you. "Oh, so San meant you're here for him, for Seonghwa hyung," He huffs. "And here I thought you've somehow fallen for my charms and came to see me."

At that your eyes widened. "What the fuck, Wooyoung?"

"Yeosang's sister?" You hear someone speak. And you already knew who it was.

There he was, in his all-black glory, standing beside San with his hands inside his pockets, his face displaying a questioning look. You don't know him well, but you're sure his expression says he's not pleased with your presence here.

Well who would be? When you're the sister of one of his rivals?

You scoffed, standing up. "I have a name, you know."

Your mind might've been playing tricks on you and perhaps, your eyes, but you know you saw that ghost of a smile pass by his lips.

"Sure you have." Seonghwa says, and just like that, he turns around and walks away. To his room, maybe.

But you made sure to stop him before he could enter inside. Why is he like this?

That's it, you've had enough.

"Park Seonghwa, you're one heck of a cold jerk!" You shout at the top of your lungs, surprising the three males inside the room.

Tension and silence wrapped the room coldly for a dreadful moment before you heard a dark, deep chuckle.

"And so I've heard, Kang," Seonghwa spoke in a monotone before he twisted open the knob to his room, went inside and slammed it shut.

You blinked your eyes in disbelief. Soon, your cheeks were tinted a deep shade of red and eventually you fall back on the couch, hugging a pillow to your face as you realize what you've just done.

Did you just do that? Yes, you did!

It's embarrassing for fuck's sake, but there's no way you'll be able to hold back your annoyance on him any longer.

And it also seems like you won't be able to face him anymore.

・・・・・★

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Inked By Fate - FOUR

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities ↬wc: 1.4k

↬a/n: i apologize for this very late update and for this chapter being short. still, i hope you all will still enjoy this one <33 guess whose pov it is in the beginning of this chap btw ;)

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

・・・・・★

Just like the past few, it starts out in plain black.

Then it becomes hazy and suddenly a scene shifts into his view.

But unlike before, tonight was something new. The usual scenarios of his soulmate being surrounded by flowers and a bell chiming when people keep going in and out was suddenly replaced with the night city lights and silence.

From his soulmate's eyes he could clearly see how the stars sparkled and how the moon casts its light upon the beautiful city.

The place wasn't familiar though. Nothing was ever familiar to him, which led him to thinking that maybe his soulmate was living far away from his home country.

But then the scene shifts again, and he's now staring at a blurry face of a man. Something in him tells him that he knows this person, but how could he confirm it when it isn't clear enough?

He gets to stare at the blurry man for a while before everything faded back into darkness once again.

・・・・・★

Morning came, you're stretching your limbs after getting a good amount of sleep, the soft glow of the sun peeking through your room's curtains.

Then you remember last night. The experience itself was very odd and confusing.

How come Choi San has your name as his soulmate tattoo on his wrist?

You felt the connection, you saw your very own name on him, yet you two weren't the ones destined for each other. How is that possible?

You sigh as you glance at your wrist. If the initial S doesn't stand for San, then whose name does it stand for?

After taking a bath and cooking yourself a simple breakfast, you head back to your room to take out your laptop.

You'll be doing some research today. And hopefully, just hopefully you could find some answers.

"Let's start, shall we?" You say, cracking your knuckles before you start typing on the keyboard.

An hour has passed yet you're still glued to your laptop's screen, still nothing.

"Why the fuck does the internet not have any answers?" You were growing impatient, and tired.

That's when you finally decide to ring a number on your phone. Right, if anyone knows better about soulmates, then it should be her.

'Hello?'

"Jia, hi!" You greet back and immediately you hear a chuckle from the other line.

'Why do you sound rushed?'

"Nothing! I was just wondering if...you could lend me some of your time?"

'Sure! Do you perhaps want to meet up?'

You said yes and quickly ended the call, then you went inside your room rummaging through your closet to pick some clothes to wear so you could head out and meet Jia at a nearby coffee shop.

This will be your first walk under the sunlight for this week, since you've just been going out every night and cooping yourself up inside your apartment during daytime.

The coffee shop was just a ten-minute walk, and now you found yourself sitting inside the place with a cup of caramel macchiato in hand.

You were browsing through tons of articles about soulmates when the door opened with a chime.

Jia has arrived.

After ordering herself a cup of coffee, the two of you are now seated, face to face and discussing.

"Wait, wait. So you mean to tell me, you met a guy, who you thought was your soulmate, but they turned out to be not?" Jia repeats, trying to sink into her mind the details that you just told her.

"Yes." You reply, looking at her as you take a sip of your coffee.

"And you're telling me that your name is engraved on his skin? Did I get that right?" She continues, and you nod your head.

"Woah, this case of yours is tough." Jia admits, also taking a sip of her own beverage.

"Right? This has been keeping me up late last night." You sigh, plopping your head on the table, feeling defeated.

"Y/N, give me your phone," Jia tells you and you shake your head, pouting. "No. You have yours."

"I don't, I left it at home" When you give her the stink eye, she adds, exasperated, "Oh c'mon, are you hiding something in there? Also, I thought you want me to help you with your soulmate problem here?" Jia quirks an eyebrow.

You groan, giving in, "Fine, just hurry up. Also for your information, I'm not hiding something in my phone okay?" You huff.

"Sure, whatever you say."

・・・・・★

You're already in your fifth serving of your favorite Oreo cheesecake yet Jia's still staring intently at your phone as she scrolls through numerous articles and sites about soulmates on the web.

"Found anything?" You ask after taking your last bite of the cheesecake. Jia signals you with her hands, telling you to wait.

You're drinking your macchiato when Jia suddenly squeals and slams her hands on the table, leaving you to choke on your drink.

"Oof, sorryyy!" Jia giggles despite your state. After getting you a glass of water and some tissues, she proceeds to tell you the good news.

"Listen up," Jia starts. She opens her mouth and closes it again, she does it repeatedly for a couple of times before you finally send her a glare. "Quit playing around, for fuck's sake."

"Alright, alright," She says, but then eventually squeals. When you send her another glare, she calms herself down, putting your phone down.

"Y/N...ever heard of platonic soulmates?" Jia asks, her mouth forming into an amused smirk.

Platonic what?

・・・・・★

A series of knocks could be heard from the door, yet Seonghwa doesn't exert any efforts to stand up and answer it to make it stop. Though it's starting to make his ears bleed.

He just wants to sleep more.

Sleep doesn't find him though when he hears a shriek from outside and even louder banging on the door.

"Ahhhh hyunggggg! I swear you have to wake up! If you won't wake up Imma beat yo-"

Wooyoung's voice goes unheard when Seonghwa hears his phone vibrate.

What now?

Confusion was what his face was painted with when he opened his messages and read a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:

Sannie, I have answers!

Can we meet up as soon as I arrive there tonight?

Huh?

Sannie?

Meet up???

What the fuck??

Seonghwa groans and ruffles his hair in an annoyed manner.

I swear to god-

Standing up, he hurries to grab a plain white shirt inside his drawer and some trousers.

Then he stomps his way out of the room, completely ignoring Wooyoung who was about to scold him once again while holding a frying pan in his hand. Instead, Seonghwa's eyes search the room, and he does see San happily munching his dinner in the kitchen.

"The fuck Choi, you're giving my number to one of your girls now?"

San coughs, having choked on his steak to which Wooyoung rushes to get him a cup of water.

After recovering, San faces Seonghwa with an unreadable expression, asking, "Hyung— what?"

"I said, why are you giving my number to your flings, instead of your own? What? Are you tired of dealing with their whiny-"

"Hyung, I have no idea, at all."

Seonghwa scoffs. "Sure, you don't." Then he shoves the phone in the younger's face, San squeaking. Then his expression morphs into one of recognition.

San mumbles an 'oh shit', before he takes Seonghwa's phone. He speedily composes a text message and sends it.

San clears his throat, then smiles sheepishly. "Uh, I'm sorry about that hyung, I must've given her the wrong number. But I swear this one is not a fling of mine, in fact she's a friend."

"Since when did Sannie take a girl as a friend and not as a fling?" Wooyoung gaps dramatically, joining in the conversation as he places another batch of steak on a plate, for Seonghwa.

"I'm not like you, Woo." San rolls his eyes, he doesn't get a reply from the latter at first, Wooyoung just clutches his chest, before saying, "I'm offended."

"And I'm out of here." Seonghwa says in a monotone and was about to turn on his heel when Wooyoung catches the hem of his shirt.

"Nu-uh, you're not going anywhere mister. Now go sit down and eat."

"What are you, my mother?" Seonghwa spats.

"I might as well be if you're gonna keep going with that grumpy attitude of yours."

"Fine." Seonghwa grumbles and sits down. Eventually, he finds himself eating the steak as if there was no tomorrow.

・・・・・★

You're deep in your thoughts as you sit on the couch, your eyes staring at the television, your hand clutching your phone.

Then your phone beeps, pulling you out of your trance.

A small smile finds its way in your face when you read his reply to your text.

Sannie:

Sure, Y/N! ^-^

・・・・・★

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