#sunwoo au

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 / fn. ━━━━━ updates every tuesday, thursday & saturday (cet) | HIATUS

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone. more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 0II. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH III. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i don’t expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you who’s reading this)

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Paris In The Rain ☆ kim sunwoo

a the boyz sunwoo oneshot

" walking down an empty street puddles underneath our feet "

kim sunwoo x fem reader

genre : fake relationship , frenemies to lovers , fluff , kiss

in which the fake relationship you both agreed upon started to feel too real to be fake in Paris , the City of Love

a beep noise came from your phone , notifying you of a new message

you reached for your phone beside you as you pressed the on button , now displaying a selfie of you and sunwoo that you guys took before taking off

you checked the message from sunwoo :

" wyd "

" taking a shit "

" why'd you even bring your phone w/ you to the toilet "

" jk " " just chilling at the balcony " " why? " seen by sunwoo

you only roll your eyes and enjoyed the view of Paris in the rain. you've heard from your mom that Paris looks the most beautiful when it rains . you smile to yourself as you take some pictures of the Eiffel Tower from your hotel room to show to your mom

your class had arranged a week trip to Paris in the holidays , you got to share rooms with your best friend , Yoora for the week

at first , you didn't want to go since it costs a hefty amount of money but since you figured it would be one of the last memories in high school so why not , since your apparent fake boyfriend offered to pay half of it that you thanked him for the thought but still pay all of them off yourself - with some help from your parents of course

" why why? is it sunwoo? " Yoora asked from inside the room where she sat on the bed

you looked over your shoulder , " yeah , but he put me on read " you said in your most annoyed tone

she smiled " this is good times , you should go on a date with him tomorrow since we're free anyways "

" i won't bother " you replied

she let out a huff in defeat " hey you guys are couples in love , we are in the city of love , do you see my point right here? "

you stopped on your track then moved to join her inside " does it look like that? do you really think he's in love with me? "

" are you a fucking fool? everyone could see that you moron "

" what do you mean? "

" ask any of our classmates who've never seen him staring at you hopelessly , and that one time you almost fainted in class that he escorted you to the nurse's office even if he knows he needs to pass that class " Yoora said half defeated " don't keep denying it Y/N , cut yourself some slack will you? just because of that jerk you saw last summer and it didn't work out make you think it'll never work out , okay? " she continues comforting your overthinking self

you were silenced

since you guys started this agreement just because of some petty ex-boyfriend of yours who's currently a psychopath that would chase you all the way down the worm's hole to get back with you

and his possessive fangirls who'd never shut up and chase him everywhere , there's not one person in your class that has found out about this agreement and only compliments about how cute you guys are

at some point , you yourself were confused about this. is it really fake? since the last 3 month you guys became the school's hottest ship , it would be a lie to say that you've never had a thought to actually put hope in this relationship and never fluttered upon his actions

like that one time you didn't answer his text because you were crying over the miserable life you were put in and he searched for you all over town until he found you , finally hiding at the playground all by yourself

but all of those thoughts didn't last long as you kept hearing voices about how he is bad news , that he's a big red flag and that one time he cheated on 3 girls at the same time

some oil were also poured into the flame by his fans who couldn't sit back and watch you guys happy and always , searched for any possible chances to judge you , trample you and gaslight you that sometimes you even felt so small that you were scared to even face them at some point

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your arms getting swayed by Yoora

" girl? Y/N? gosh stop with the daydreaming , the doorbell rang , go check it out will you? " she said

you blinked your eyes , coming back to your senses as you rush to the door

you pushed down the door knob , opening the door revealing sunwoo , in his comfortable hoodie over his head and a hot pink colored umbrella on his right hand

" wanna go for a night walk , princess? " he said in an attempt to charm you

sunwoo always likes to give you pet names but since last time you guys watched a classic movie about the royal family , he started to call you princess and couldn't stop talking about it

your heart fluttered a bit but you couldn't possibly show him that " in this weather? " you ask ridiculed

his brow hanged higher than the other as he showed off the umbrella on his hand

" in this? " you continued as you looked at yourself in a graphic pajama set

his lips corner curled up , " if you'd like to , i won't mind but i could wait here if you mind the cute fit " he chuckled to himself

you gave him an eye as you asked him to wait while you go put on a proper clothes for the ocassion as Yoora give you the eyes

by a few minutes , you came back out in a white sleeved crop top and black loose jeans

sunwoo stood on his feet as he checks you out

you roll your eyes " keep your eyes to yourself would you? "

he smirked " sorry to offend you princess "

you guys walked to the lobby and sunwoo leads you along the revolving door until you guys came outside the hotel , taking in the scent of the rain and the sound of Paris's bustling streets

walking on the sidewalks of the road , sunwoo opened the umbrella that mostly covered you

" what's with this hot pink umbrella? " you laugh

" shut up " he said as he roll his eyes

" hehe"

you wanted to say something about how his other hoodie side that were exposed to the rain were clearly wet but you knew he wouldn't bother.

while walking , you came over a wine shop

you look at sunwoo who were already looking at you as you smile cheekily

" can you read my mind? " you asked as you nudged sunwoo's side

" I can't read minds but I can see what's in front of us " he replied

you nudged harder to his side as you rushed to cross the streets

after a successful attempt of buying the cheapest wine , you guys were seated at one of the bench near the Eiffel Tower

you drank straight from the wine bottle and swallowed the berry flavor.

the rain had stopped raining by this time

sunwoo just looks at you

you took in the view of the big Eiffel Tower in front of you. far from what you expected , you couldn't actually hold your liquor as much as you thought you could.

you grunts as you leaned into the bench

" I'm so glad that I'm here now , right? " you turned your head towards sunwoo who were quietly looking at you

he smiled to himself as he nods softly " me too "

maybe it was the air , maybe it was the wine - it should be the wine - but you felt like you were free off pressures and your right mind because …

you smiled cheekily " did you know? that none of our classmates suspected our relationship? " you chuckled " I mean , it's such a sudden thing but how could they be so gullible , right? " you said as you chuckle

sunwoo stayed quiet - furious? - as he reached for the bottle of wine and took a sip of it

you watch him as he put the bottle down " oh? did we kiss just now? ommo ommo " you said as you laugh drunkenly

he only kept quiet as he avoids eye contact with you

" hey , I'm sad that you act so relaxed over my first kiss " you say making a sad expression

" princess , that's not a real kiss okay? it's just an indirect kiss " he said earning a nudge to his side

you look up at the Eiffel Tower , " did you know? I heard from that if you go to watch the Eiffel Tower in the rain with your lover , your love will last for a long long time " you said drunkenly

" who says that? " sunwoo asked

" me! " you said as you pointed to yourself and chuckle

" then, we're going to be lovers aren't we? "

" ey , how can the kim sunwoo of Daeryeon High date a nobody like me. you won't know how much it takes to date you even if it's fake " you let out a huff

" why is it hard? "

" your lover would have to see your table full of gifts from girls prettier than her everyday , don't even mention the judging eyes she'll get from your die hard fans too , oww even talking about it sends me shivers to the bone " you say hugging yourself on the bench

he stopped on his track. it's not like he never knew how bad girls who've had relationship with him got bashed. it's just , since you he started to feel eager to keep the relationship though he knows you're having a hard time , ofc he tries to protect you at all cost tho

" so you won't do the role? " he laughs

" do you want me to? " you jokingly say as you make eye contact with his sweet eyes

the sudden eye contact only triggered sunwoo and you didn't really mind it since you were drunk and everything

he looked away , his cheeks slightly tinted with pink blush " what if I say I want , then what will you do then? "

you stopped , " hek " you got hiccups. you embarrassingly cover your mouth and looked forward

he smiled looking at you " we should go now " he stands up as he wrapped his arms on your side holding you steady while you hold the wine bottle on your hand

maybe because of the late hours or the choice of way , the streets seems a bit more quiet not in a spooky way , just comfortable? or maybe it was because of your company? you didn't know anymore as the alcohol takes control of your brain

along the road , you saw a flower shop that were still open and many bouquet and varieties of flowers from the glass

" pretty tulips " you said drunkenly

he looked at the flower shop

" wait here " he said before abandoning you outside the flower shop

he ran back out in a few minutes with a few tulips wrapped in his hand then hands it to you

" what is it? oh! tulips! " you say as you clap repeatedly

he only smiled as you take the tulips from his hand

you guys continue the walk as it freshen you up

but the unstraight walk didn't go away

" princess , can't you walk straight? it's dangerous "

you only chuckled " hey do you like me? why do you call me princess all the time , it made me flutter.. " the last part was said in a lower voice

he only shake his head

you kept the unstraight walk until you wanted to cross the road that you almost did carelessly

when a bicycle almost hit you , that you felt a hand on your elbow pulling you back from the road , turning your body to the owner of the hand and sending your tulips to bounce to the sky

panicked sunwoo is now a few inches to your face , you could smell the light scent of wine from his breath that were fanning your face

" gosh you're so clumsy " he said but didn't break the close proximity

your eyes broke into an emotional eyes " hey , can you stop making my heart flutter? do you know how much I started to like you since 3 months ago? "

he was taken aback for a bit but the emotions left his eyes as it went to your lips

" what if I like you " he said

" don't make those kinds of jokes , it hurts "

you said before seeing your tulips that is now stuck on one of the tree branches

you point at it " my tulips "

sunwoo looked at the spot you pointed to , him being a few cm lower from the branch helped as he reached for it

it became a failed attempt , so he held the end of the branch and shake it lightly sending the tulips to almost reach the ground when you and sunwoo tried to prevent if from falling

reaching for it , both of you accidentally held hands - with tulips in it - and were faced in the same proximity from just now

you turned to face him , you scanned his delicate face

you never cared how sharp his nose and his jawline is - also the fact that he's much more handsome than you imagined , you were pretty much in awe

" your nose is so well sculptured "

" stop that , princess "

" stop that pet name "

" what if I like you that's why I give these pet names? "

you stopped on your track

" you're kidding "

" are you still drunk? "

you look at him ridiculously " umm.. no? "

" then I should prove it to you " he said before bringing his hand to both your jawline and pulled your face closer to his bringing your lips together

the kiss was slow but you can feel the adrenaline pumping in your brain and your heart rate soaring

sunwoo pulled away a few seconds after

you look at him , still ridiculed " what does that kiss mean? "

" I'm sorry for stealing away your first kiss , but I do actually like you and the reason all of our classmates didn't find out isn't because they're gullible but because I liked you for real and I show my gestures to you " he said

you could see his vulnerable gaze towards you , you could fall in love in that gaze every time and now , you're sure , you're in love with him

" can I kiss you back? " you asked

" if you kiss me now , it means you are my girlfriend , real girlfriend and I won't want to let you go anytime near " he said smiling

you smiled widely as you connected your lips with his into a kiss you knew you could never forget for a long time

the kiss was firm as he wrapped his arms around your body and your arms going to wrap his neck

you pulled away for air as you tasted the last remaining taste of wine lingering on your lips

" should we go now , princess? " he asked making you flutter

you got up and wrapped your arms on his neck , gave him a peck " we should , prince " you smirked as you walked along the empty lane with him

sneakily , he reached for your hand and held it

" I guess a walk in the rainy Paris actually helped huh? " he said

-end-

thank you for reading , i think this one is kind of awkward since i'm not really good at writing these types of things so please cut me some slack :>

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sunwoo and reader as idols, best friends to lovers kinda trope !! or like,,, them as lovers = private but not secret OWJDOWJFO

I hope this is kind of what you were looking for!! 🥺🥺

Sunwoo + Established F2L relationship

When Sunwoo gives you the all-clear to come into their waiting room, you quickly head over. There's about an hour before you have to take the stage, and Sunwoo just got done with his performance, which means the two of you can spend a little quality time together.

You lightly knock on his door and slip into the room when you hear him tell you to come in. He smiles when he looks at you and you can see his whole body sort of relax. You feel it yourself. The relief and happiness you feel when you see the person you love.

Without a word, the two of you slip into each other's embrace. You melt into his hold while he buries his face in your hair. You stay like that for a minute or so before you decide it's time to move to the couch and cuddle for a little bit. It's nice and relaxing, and it helps you find peace before your performance.

About five minutes pass when the door to the room flies open and Eric comes sailing by. He throws out some "hi's" while he rummages through his bag. Then, he's moving back toward the door like a tornado. It's only when he's about to step through that he pauses and looks back.

"You know, we never really get to see this side of you two… It's nice. You look good together."

Before either of you can respond, he's taking off again. A smile finds its way onto your face at his compliment and you look over at Sunwoo. He grins at you in response and lightly boops your nose.

"I told you they wouldn't mind us flaunting our relationship."

You lightly chuckle. "Give them a few days. We won't be so cute to them then."

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NOTAS: Contém fluffy, relacionamento estabelecido, relacionamento secreto.

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→ Sinopse:

Você passa um dia normal com seu namorado secreto e particular, Sunwoo, e acaba se lembrndo de todos os bons momentos que passaram juntos.

Arrepios se espalharam por seus braços quando você começou a acordar. Tentou se enfiar de novo debaixo das cobertas sem abrir os olhos, mas acabou cedendo. Quando o fez, virou-se para tentar encontrar seu namorado. Ele havia passado a noite e você esperava que ele estivesse ao seu lado agora, só que ele não estava. Seu lado habitual da cama estava vazio. Em vez de Sunwoo, havia um ursinho de pelúcia. Seu pelo estava gasto, mas os olhos de botão ainda brilhavam. O ursinho estava bem enfiado debaixo das cobertas, e você sorriu ao vê-lo.

Fazia cerca de um ano que você havia ganhado aquele ursinho de pelúcia. Sunwoo o ganhou para você em um parque de diversões e você o guarda desde então. Você pegou o urso e o segurou nas mãos, passando o polegar no pelo e lembrando-se do dia em que o ganhou e de como o batizou.

Caminhando pela estrada, longe da feira, vocês dois estavam observando o pôr do sol no limite do horizonte. Em suas mãos estava o ursinho de pelúcia, e vocês estavam brincando com as patas dele.

— Mais uma vez, obrigado. – Você diz com um pequeno sorriso. — Não era preciso.

— Eu queria. – Sunwoo deu de ombros e enfiou as mãos nos bolsos do casaco. — Você já deu um nome a ele?

— Hum... – Você observou o urso cuidadosamente. — Vou chamá-lo de Sunwoo.

— Então você está me substituindo? – Ele ofegou e fingiu estar ofendido.

Você deu uma risadinha e passou o braço pelo dele. Sunwoo olhou em volta, mas relaxou rapidamente quando percebeu que não havia ninguém por perto. Ele se inclinou em sua direção e deu um beijo casto em sua têmpora.

— Não estou substituindo você. – Você explicou. — Ele ficará comigo quando você não puder.

Ele olhou para você com um leve beicinho que se transformou em um sorriso e puxou você um pouco mais para perto.

"Você é tão bonitinha." – Ele pensou.

Você colocou o ursinho de volta na cama e puxou as cobertas sobre ele, assim como Sunwoo havia feito. Com a súbita necessidade de tomar café da manhã, vestiu mais algumas roupas e foi até a cozinha. Lá estava ele, resmungando a letra da música que estava tocando, você não estava realmente prestando atenção.

— Bom dia. – Você sorriu e se inclinou no balcão ao lado dele. — Gostei do ursinho de pelúcia coberto.

— Achei que você ia gostar. – Ele murmurou e pegou um bule de café que tinha acabado de fazer.

Você cantarolou e pegou uma caneca para si mesmo. Sunwoo serviu-lhe um pouco de café e você segurou a xícara para aquecer as mãos. Vocês dois geralmente tomavam café gelado, mas era um incômodo prepará-lo pela manhã. Sunwoo envolveu você com um braço e deu um beijo em sua bochecha.

— Você está muito atrevido hoje? – Você riu.

Sunwoo apontou para a bochecha dele e se inclinou em sua direção, você revirou os olhos antes de depositar um beijo na bochecha dele também. Você soltou a caneca com uma das mãos para tirar alguns fios de cabelo do rosto dele. Ele lhe deu um sorriso de amor e apontou para os lábios antes de fazer um leve beicinho. Você acariciou a bochecha dele e o aproximou para um beijo. Foi curto e doce, apenas o suficiente para esta manhã. Quando você se afastou, Sunwoo tentou puxá-la novamente, mas você colocou a mão no peito dele para impedi-lo.

— Preciso me arrumar. – Você explicou enquanto ele fazia beicinho. — E você também, sabe?

— Quer se encontrar com a gente depois que terminar o dia? – Ele perguntou. — Podemos ir àquela lanchonete de novo.

— Eu adoraria. – Você suspirou. — Mas não tenho tempo hoje.

— Mas você não prefere tomar um café gelado comigo em vez de fazer uma papelada chata? – Ele sugeriu e arqueou as sobrancelhas.

— Você teve uma ideia muito boa. – Você lamentou. — Mas não posso.

Sunwoo finalmente concordou e vocês dois começaram a preparar o café da manhã juntos. Como de costume, depois de dormirem na casa um do outro, vocês tomavam o café da manhã juntos, se arrumavam e começavam a caminhar até o metrô.

Vocês dois caminhavam com um bom espaço entre si. Você amava Sunwoo e ele amava você, mas nenhum de vocês queria contar ao mundo sobre sua vida amorosa, muito menos a seus amigos. Para o resto do mundo, vocês dois eram apenas bons amigos. Claro, as pessoas já haviam especulado e brincado antes, mas você sempre negou. Nenhum de vocês havia falado em revelar seu grande segredo, embora já estivessem namorando há alguns meses. Você olhou para Sunwoo, ele percebeu, olhou de volta para você e sorriu.

— O que está acontecendo? – Ele perguntou.

— Nada. – Você balançou a cabeça, afastando os pensamentos que estava começando a ter.

Quando vocês dois chegaram ao metrô, começaram a andar um pouco mais perto. A estação estava cheia, como sempre, e vocês não queriam se perder um do outro. Em meio à multidão de pessoas, Sunwoo colocou sorrateiramente a mão no bolso da sua jaqueta, entrelaçando os dedos com os seus. Você olhou para ele com um sorriso conhecedor, mas ele fingiu não notar.

O trem demorou apenas alguns minutos para chegar. Não havia assentos disponíveis, então você teve que ficar em pé. Sunwoo deixou que você ficasse mais perto da parede, enquanto ele ficava na sua frente como um escudo contra o resto das pessoas. Suas mãos seguraram o poste, a dele sobre a sua, mas o dedo mindinho dele começou a se perder. Sunwoo começou a mover lentamente a mão para cobrir a sua, ele não olhava para você, mas seu sorriso aumentava a cada segundo. No entanto, sua parada era a próxima, e logo ele teria que descer do trem. Sunwoo finalmente olhou para você, dizendo um "adeus" antes de sair do trem.

No meio do dia, logo após a hora do almoço, você recebeu uma mensagem de texto de ninguém menos que Sunwoo. O dia tinha sido entediante até agora, mas agora você estava correndo para o banheiro com uma sensação de alegria no estômago. Você não tinha permissão para olhar o celular se não estivesse em um intervalo, mas se ninguém soubesse que você estava lá, como poderia ter problemas com o seu chefe?

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: sinto sua falta.

Anexadas à mensagem estavam duas fotos; duas selfies no espelho com poses fofas. Você teve que se conter para não gritar no banheiro.

você: eu não prestei atenção suficiente em você hoje de manhã?

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: você gostou das fotos?

Você revirou os olhos ao ler o texto. Era muito típico dele agir de forma inocente. Isso tornava ainda pior o fato de as pessoas não saberem do seu relacionamento. Sempre que ele a provocava e depois se mostrava inocente em público, você não podia nem reclamar. Diante disso, você desenvolveu uma técnica perfeita para fazer com que ele se arrependesse de suas ações. O provocando de volta.

você: que fotos?

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: elas não enviaram?

você: eu não sei, querido.

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: você está brincando comigo?

você: e por que eu faria isso?

sunwoo(✿˶’◡˘)♡: s/n

você: o que?

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: você não vai me elogiar nem um pouco?

você: tudo bem... você é muito bonito, querido, mas, por favor, não me interrompa no trabalho.

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: por que não? você gosta.

você: principalmente porque concordamos que não faríamos isso.

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: eu sou um quebrador de regras, baby.

você: espere até eu sair do trabalho, por favor?

sunwoo(✿˶'◡˘)♡: tudo bem.

Depois de desligar o telefone, você voltou para a sua mesa. Vocês dois haviam concordado em não incomodar um ao outro no trabalho, isso fazia parte do acordo de vocês. Para não ter que ir a público, você não queria arriscar que as pessoas descobrissem acidentalmente no trabalho. Ou seja, nada de telefonemas, visitas e até mesmo mensagens de texto, a menos que houvesse uma emergência. Vocês dois conheciam a agenda um do outro, então sabiam quando podiam, ou não enviar mensagens de texto. Isso era algo que vocês haviam discutido quando o relacionamento começou a ficar sério.

— Nós deveríamos conversar. – Murmurou Sunwoo contra seu cabelo.

Você estava deitada em cima dele, com as cobertas enroladas em vocês dois. Uma das mãos dele estava em suas costas, desenhando círculos suaves em sua pele com os dedos. O quarto estava escuro. Era de manhã cedo, mas as persianas estavam fechadas para manter o sol afastado.

— Sobre o quê? – Você murmurou, praticamente ainda dormindo.

— Nós... O que é isso. – Ele respirou fundo. — O que queremos fazer com isso.

Você se moveu e conseguiu se levantar para se apoiar nos cotovelos. Ele olhou para você, com um olhar ligeiramente suplicante. Você percebeu que ele sabia o que queria.

— O que você quer que seja? – Você perguntou.

— Eu não quero fazer nada que faça você se sentir desconfortável. – Ele acariciou seus braços gentilmente. — Mas gosto muito de você e não me importaria se fôssemos algo mais do que somos agora.

Você se inclinou e o beijou suavemente, ele sorriu contra seus lábios. Foi uma promessa silenciosa. Embora vocês tivessem que conversar sobre isso, era bom saber que estavam na mesma página.

No final do dia, quando já havia escurecido e as luzes da rua estavam acesas, você chegou em casa. Tirou os sapatos e acendeu as luzes. Com passos cansados, caminhou em direção à sala de jantar para se recostar em uma das cadeiras, como normalmente fazia. No entanto, quando olhou para a mesa de jantar, notou um pedaço de papel lá. Uma carta com um pequeno coração vermelho desenhado nela. Você a abriu imediatamente e tirou o bilhete.

"Gostaria de poder estar com você todas as noites, mas mesmo que não possa, quero que você pense em mim. Este bilhete é um lembrete do meu amor por você <3 Sonhe comigo.

XOXO - Sunwoo"

As letras foram rabiscadas rapidamente, mas cada palavra ainda era linda. Você pegou seu celular e tirou uma selfie com o bilhete ao lado do seu rosto. Em sua mensagem, você escreveu:

"Obrigado pelo bilhete, Sunwoo! É melhor você sonhar comigo também."

E rapidamente o enviou. Por um momento, você deixou o celular de lado para trocar de roupa, mas algo parecia errado. Em questão de segundos, você recebeu uma mensagem. Era de um de seus amigos mais próximos e dizia:

"Hummm... acho que você enviou isso para a pessoa errada?"

Com um emoji de confusão. Seus olhos se arregalaram quando você percebeu que havia enviado a foto para seu amigo em vez de para Sunwoo. Você fez a primeira coisa que lhe veio à cabeça. Ligou para Sunwoo.

— Oi, querida, você está em casa? Recebeu meu bilhete? – Ele respondeu.

— Talvez eu tenha feito uma besteira. – Você admitiu imediatamente. — Recebi o bilhete, que aliás, era muito gentil, e depois ia lhe enviar uma foto, mas consegui enviá-la para a pessoa errada!

— O que?

Vocês dois começaram a se assustar juntos, tentando descobrir o que fazer em seguida. Mas depois de algum tempo, vocês dois começaram a receber muitas mensagens de texto, todas perguntando se vocês estavam namorando. Seu amigo obviamente havia espalhado a notícia. Vocês estavam condenados.

— Sinto muito, Sunwoo. – Você choramingou. — Tudo isso é culpa minha.

— Talvez seja uma coisa boa. – Ele murmurou.

— Uma coisa boa? Você quer que eles saibam?

— Eu não me importaria. – Disse ele com cuidado. — Quero dizer, se você não se importar, eu não me importo. Acho que pode ser bom não ter que me esconder mais.

— Tem certeza? – Você quase sussurrou.

— Tenho certeza. – Disse ele, como se pudesse ler sua mente, acrescentou. — Quer que eu vá até aí?

— Por favor? – Você soltou uma risada nervosa.

— Já estou indo. – Respondeu ele. — Está esperando por mim?

#⠀⠀𖹭 ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀*⠀⠀𝗇𝖾𝗐⠀⠀𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅.⠀⠀💌 #story © idyllic-ghost #tradução © typeboyz #mood © kistearis #dividers © cafekitsune #the boyz pt br #sunwoo #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo fluffy #sunwoo fanfic #sunwoo cenários #sunwoo au #sunwoo x leitora

[ericshoney]

Stalker Boy ~ Final

The past few weeks have been relaxed, much to your surprise. You thought that being locked in a house all day and only seeing the same person would be boring and it would make you upset, but you've actually quite liked it. Not having to deal with any stress at work, paying bills or annoying people. You were content with Sunwoo and your dog Buster. But also very oblivious.

Oblivious to the fact Sunwoo had been drugging you. It wasn't a heavy drug, just one to keep you calm and relaxed. Something Sunwoo loved seeing was you happy, even with a bit of help from some drugs. He loved you a lot and you were slowly feeling the same for him.

At the very moment, you sat on the sofa, trying to pick a movie for you and Sunwoo to watch. As you scrolled through Netflix, Sunwoo was in the kitchen, making you both a drink, remembering to slip a little something extra into your one.

When he entered the living area, Sunwoo smiled at your curled up form on the sofa. He came over, pecking your cheek as he passed you your drink.

"Thank you." You replied softly.

"Anything for my girl." He responded, sitting next to you, placing an arm behind you on the sofa.

You smiled, sipping the drink, sighing as you sunk into Sunwoo's warm body, feeling happy and relaxed. You eventually picked a movie and the two of you watched it quietly, as Buster slept in his bed.

About forty minutes into the movie, you started to feel slightly bored. You glanced up at Sunwoo's face, seeing him focused on the TV. You smiled, taking in his beauty. How soft his lips looked.

"Babe, your staring." He whispered, his eyes still on the TV.

"Oh....So...Sorry." You apologised facing the TV again, but heard a chuckle.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, darling~" He said, placing a hand on your chin, making you look back at him.

You smiled softly at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. Sunwoo chuckled and leaned in, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes enjoying the moment, but when he pulled away, the warm feeling had gone and you were left cold. You didn't even realised you frowned, until Sunwoo mentioned it.

"What's with the sad face, my love?" He asked.

"I...um nothing." You mumbled.

"Don't lie, pretty girl." He said, leaning in so his hot breath tickled your lips again.

"I...I wanted more." You confessed.

"More?" He repeated.

"Yeah...more kisses." You said.

Sunwoo looked at you and you thought he was going to laugh, thinking you were being silly or childish. But he then smirked and pulled you to straddle his lap. His lips were quickly back on yours with a harder force.

You closed your eyes once again and opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip in your mouth. You let out a small moan, making him smirk.

Sunwoo pulls away from the kiss, his lips travelling down your neck. You sigh in delight as he finds your sweet spot, gently sucking on it.

"Fuck I love you." He whispered against your neck, kissing the area again.

"Hmm....love you too." You said, making him freeze.

"Say that again." He demanded.

Sunwoo looked you in the eyes, his slightly wide with excitement and joy. You smiled and kissed his nose.

"I love you." You admitted.

Sunwoo smiled wide and kissed your lips again. He stood up and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom, knowing he had won. Having you in his hold. Forever~

The End.

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[kitschun]

Hak’s Garage — 12:45 AM Sunday

“2016 Dodge Charger—not bad.”

The crowd that littered the streets of Hak’s Garage was starting to disperse yet the smell of burnt rubber mixed with gasoline still clung to the air.

Sunwoo inhaled it deeply, finding comfort in the familiar scent of home.

“You know your cars.” He nodded behind you. “Honda S2000?”

You turned to follow his line of sight. Left in the hands of Haknyeon and Kevin’s over enthusiastic smile was the car you came with tonight—the same car you finished to a draw with the boy in front of you. Not too far from them was Juyeon, another boy you went up against, curiously taking a peek at your engine build.

“Mhm,” absentmindedly nodding, “not my baby, though. Just a side project of mine.”

Sunwoo let out a low whistle. “An S2000 for a side project? You must be loaded!”

You laughed.

“Not really. I won it in a pink slip race from back home. Just started modding it for drag.”

“How many races have you been in?”

“Too many to count. Though I must admit,” you turned back towards him, “This is the first time I’ve ever ended one with a draw.”

Sunwoo gave you a small laugh. “I can say the same.”

Not too far away from where you both were, you heard Eric animatedly calling for your attention. Beside him, your good friend stood with a grimace on her face, assumingly over the boy’s unwavering amount of energy. You’ve only known Eric for a couple of months since they started dating but it seems like he just never runs out of it. You gave Sunwoo one last smile before walking towards them.

“It was nice meeting you, Sunwoo. Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

Sunwoo only chuckled at your light-hearted taunt. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m definitely winning against you next time.”

You turned your back towards him before he could see the smile that was starting to curve your face.

Next time, you thought, I’m definitely looking forward to our next time.

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[liamade]

Lost in Our Future ; Kim Sunwoo Drabble

»»—pairing: kim sunwoo x idol!reader

summary: accompanying your friend to shop for her wedding dress, you and your boyfriend sunwoo get lost in your own possible future

genre: nothing but pure absolute fluff and brain rot

warning(s): N/A

�� word count: 748

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"But y/n.. What kind of dresses do you like?" he asked after a while of curiously gazing at all the dresses displayed in the room.

"Short and skin tight ones." She answered simply without looking up.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes with a laugh, "no, I'm talking about wedding dresses."

"Oh.." she glanced at him before crossing her legs with a face scrunched in thought, "hmm.. Maybe one with a low neckline. Ah, but it should probably be with lace detailing right? And the bottom.. I like long, poofy ones, but nothing too dramatic. Maybe something like a disney princess. There would be a little train too… oh and lace sleeves!"

She suddenly turned to him with a finger pointed upward, "it can't be white. Everyone does white dresses—it's boring to me. A black dress is cool, isn't it?" She faced forward before he could even answer, leaning forward with her arms on her thigh. "Or should I get a tan one… Ah but then there's wine purple!"

He silently watched her as she leaned back on the ottoman, exasperation coating her features as she silently entered a self debated in her mind. He couldn't help the small smile that naturally pulled at his lips the longer he stared at her with his usual love-filled eyes, finding her cute no matter what she does, even imagining in all the dresses she described.

"I.. like whatever you like." He told her with the sweetest voice he could muster—the one he had reserved only for her.

Her head whipped over to him in an instant, her expression clearly showing the daze she found herself in at his words.

Sunwoo's eyebrows began to furrow as her bottom lip started to jut out, thinking he somehow said something wrong to make her cry.

Her hands flew to hold his face as she pouted. "You're so sweet.." She quietly said before placing a kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, she gazed into his eyes with a grin, "but you know, when we get married your opinion would matter too, right?"

She was left without an answer as he sat silently. His face broke out into a smile that only grew as the seconds passed and soon he was giggling to himself.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, "..what? You're acting like a weirdo, Sunwoo-"

"Nothing it's just," he calmed down, but the full-on smile remained tattooed on his face in that moment, "you said when. 'When' we get married.. Not if."

Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as a blush started to paint her cheeks. She went to pull away in embarrassment, but his hands were faster than her, wrapping around her wrists to keep her own planted in place.

It was his turn to give her a peck to reassure her before his head settled further into her hold, "so when we get married, I want my members to sing at our wedding."

"Only if my members get to sing with them." She cheekily answered.

"Of course; I love Seul and Hime. It's only right if they sing, too."

The grin was back on her face as she leaned in once more, already starting to imagine what she knew would be one of the best days of her life, but halting right before they could kiss again.

"Wait.. Does that mean I'd have 10 brothers..??"

Sunwoo laughed at her realization, kissing the tip of her nose, "10 brothers that absolutely love you, yes."

Before she could even respond, their attention was taken by a voice that joined into their conversation.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Her friend yelled to remind them that they were not, in fact, alone in the room, "We're here to find my wedding dress, not plan your future wedding." She stood in front of them, hands planted on her hips as she scolded them, though the smile on her face completely betrayed her.

"Oh, um," y/n glanced at Sunwoo, clearing her throat as she scooched away from him, "sorry.."

Her friend scuffed with a roll of her eyes, "you're not forgiven… unless I'm invited to the wedding, of course!"

Y/n looked at Sunwoo, her eyes asking him for his approval. He simply placed his hand on her knee as he sat closer to her.

"You're a friend of y/n's so I have no objections. Besides, you were kind enough to let me tag along even though this is our first time meeting-"

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[yolkyeomie]

Heart Shaped Exhaust Pipes | Kim Sunwoo

summary — the act of street racing has gotten out of control recently, you wonder if it’s ever going to get resolved. To be honest? You hope it doesn’t

word count — 30.9k words

pairing — sunwoo x female!reader

genre — street racing au, strangers to lovers au

disclaimer — possible trigger warning for mentioning car crashes through the story? I abandoned this fic on sunwoo’s birthday so this is all I got. also ao3 saw this first

I.

“Good morning, I’m your newscaster for today and I’m here to bring you the latest news from last night—”

You groan softly, pushing your covers over your head to drown out the noise of the calm and monotoned woman in the other room. You’ve always hated how the first thing your housemate does is turn on the news channel the moment they’ve woken up. It’s almost always at fifty decibels this early in the morning, echoing across your tiny little apartment and to the next one over.

You’ve complained about the noise several times before, but it seems like your housemate is just a little too forgetful about it. “Turn that thing down,” you shout, your voice hoarse with exhaustion from yesterday's shift.

Nothing in the volume changes despite your pleas and against your body’s wishes you shoot up like a rocket and scream as loud as your morning voice would let you, “I said turn that thing down, I’m not going to ask again!”

Nothing happens, the volume of the television in the living room stays the exact same and you hear no hasty footsteps and an angry ‘okay!’ echo through the room either. It seems as though you are alone in your home this time.

It prompts you to get out of the bed yourself, snatching up whatever hoodie you could find at the time and shuffling out of the room to do it yourself. The sun from the open blinds in the living force you to close your eyes for a second to adjust before moving forward, not fully prepared to take on the day and its sunlit weather. Eventually you get used to it, finding the energy to search for both the remote and your housemate.

A few seconds of searching lead you to find a ripped piece of paper on the door of your housemate’s room stuck there with fingerprint marked tape.

Sorry for the sudden disappearance! Slept over a friend's house because my car broke down yesterday and I came over to grab a few things before going to work since I was already late, hope you don’t mind! — your favorite housemate

You snort reading the letter to yourself, snatching the note off of the door. “Don’t mind my ass,” you mutter, shoving the paper into your hoodie’s pockets to be abandoned and searching for the television remote again, “If you were already late then you should have turned the tv off while you were at it.”

You weren’t always this agitated in the mornings, in fact when you and your housemate first met you had specifically told them you were a morning person! But then you learned more about your housemate's little bad habits and started working a night job, only then your morning personality began to change. Now instead of being a morning person, you were much more of a night owl and it was killing you.

“Where is this remote?” You mumble, digging through the couch cushions in search of the troublesome device. You couldn’t handle this volume for a whole day, you’d rather unplug the television than be annoyed for the rest of the day— especially when you worked at the worst hours.

“This just in from a devastating fiasco from last night, a collision on one of the major streets occurred while the city slept,” the headline caught your attention, turning your head from the clawed away cushions to the television screen. There was the newscaster being phased out of view as it showed the nastiest car crash you have possibly seen to date, making you audibly gasp at the sight.

There were two cars on screen, one with its windows shattered into pieces and bending like a willow tree in the spring. Its doors were propped open and hanging about while one of the front tires had rolled off somewhere without the vehicle. The other car was practically fused together with a street lamp, the entire front half of the car crushed by the street lamp and the remaining back half of the car damaged by what seemed like the front bumper of the other one.

“Two cars, one identified as a blue Jaguar F-Type, crashed yesterday night around midnight, fatally killing one of the drivers in the incident. The owner of the Jaguar seemingly fled from the scene after the destruction of first and police are still searching for the suspect. Officers say that this happened as a result of the illegal street racing that has become a frequent activity, this being the fifth crash to occur since the month began.”

Shivers run down your spine at the words the newscaster delivers, finally feeling the remote under your hand and turning off the television immediately. You could never understand how street racing has become such a highly demanded activity nowadays. How badly of a thrill did you need to risk your life not only by being chased by the police but possibly ending yours or someone else’s in a crash that could have been prevented?

It seemed the more prevalent the activity became, the more severe the crashes were becoming too. There was no way you could personally understand someone’s reasoning for it.

“Ugh, just thinking about that crash makes me feel sick to my stomach,” you shiver, shaking your head as you turn to walk back to bed for the needed rest you were craving. “I never want to see it again.”

With that you slump straight back into the bed where you belonged, not even bothering to take the hoodie off even though you know wearing it to sleep makes you sweat. Though the image of the collision was still clear in your mind, refusing to fade no matter how many times you shut your eyes.

Street racing, you wonder why it is becoming such a popular activity in your city. Well you didn’t care too much but the crash wouldn’t leave your head so you couldn’t help but think about it. How does one even get away with keeping the whole street racing thing a secret from family and friends? From the police? From the media even?

It appeared so randomly one day and has been growing continuously since then and yet not a single person could tell you where it was happening and who could possibly be participating in it.

Maybe it was kinda like a fight club type thing, ‘what happens in fight club stays in fight club’! That’s how that movie goes isn’t it?

“Whatever I don’t care,” you tell yourself, pulling your hood over your head and rolling yourself up tightly in between your covers. “That’s not my problem and it doesn’t need to be my problem. People can do whatever they want as long as I’m not involved with it.”

And yet that image of the collision shown on the news won’t leave your head. You are not getting any rest before your shift for sure.

II.

“Y/N!! You have to look at the video of the collision that was posted! It’s so sick!” Changmin shouted, eagerly trying to get your attention.

You grimace to yourself, who decided to send a demon from hell to be your friend?

Changmin had never been one to be phased by gruesome and gory videos seeing as he was an avid horror movie enthusiast, in fact his eyes would go wide with awe every time he came across one he was intrigued by. Unfortunately this one was no different, even if it was a video from something that happened in your daily lives.

“No way am I looking at that video,” you refuse, blocking your view of the phone before he could even get the chance. “Just looking at the aftermath of the crash on the news this morning made me squeamish, plus I’m currently at work right now.”

He rolled his eyes as the last statement fell out of your mouth, putting the phone down for just a millisecond to point out your surroundings. “Are you sure you want to call this ‘working’? Because it sure doesn’t look like it to me.”

And the boy had you there, the small pub you worked your night job in wasn’t as active as it usually is. There were one or two regulars sitting at the bar enjoying a drink by themselves but that was it, there was no one else in the establishment's ambient lights except beside you, Changmin, and the bartender. Even your manager had left for the day because of how slow the night was, maybe it’s because it was a Monday that things are so slow.

“My point still stands,” you continue, crossing your arms and pressing your back deep into the booth seat. “That crash looked like it came from hell itself, why would you ever want to look at the video?”

“Uh… to understand how exactly it happened? Duh!” Changmin grinned, rewinding the video so you could get the full experience. “You can even see the guy before the crash happened! The car started to wobble out of control so out of nowhere he just decides to jump out and then the car spirals—“

“—Stop it!” You hiss at him as he slides over onto your side of the booth, reaching out to show you the video as you simultaneously shove his face away from you. All you could hear was the screeching of tires before the inevitable collision with the Jaguar and then the street lamp. “I don’t know how you can stomach something so… sickening. Even the devil would be scared of you.”

“Y/N, it’s literally just a car crash,” Changmin argued, “it happens all the time, so there’s no reason for you to be so weird about it.”

“Just a car crash?” You scoff, your voice raising a little higher than you intended it to. “Someone died in the video, it’s not something to over analyze and take notes over!”

“Oh are you talking about that crash from last night?” Both of your heads turn toward one of the regulars at the bar, raising his glass of beer to his lips and pulling on his wrinkled tie before speaking again. “Oh, no need to have sympathy for those people, they always have it coming to them.”

You stared back at him in shock as he stepped out of his seat and walked over, gesturing over to an equally surprised Changmin for his phone. You never had full fledged conversations with the regulars like the bartender you worked with did so you don’t know their personalities very well, but was what he said not just extremely insensitive?

You can’t even manage to let out an offended ‘excuse me’ as he looked at the video, nodding his head in agreement with himself. “Yup, just as I thought. Those little menaces are doing it to themselves, they know exactly what they’re getting into when they start doing stupid stuff like this.”

“I don’t think I’m following—“

“Just because you get in a crash doesn’t mean you get sympathy anymore, that’s the price you pay for street racing around the city like a bunch of hooligans.”

Oh that’s right, the newscaster this morning did say that the crash happened because of street racing, didn’t they?

“If they wanted to race so badly, they could have just joined Nascar like normal people instead of joyriding around the city and putting people in danger! But instead they just sign their life away to some stupid street racing gamblers and off they go,” the regular complained, his free hand mimicking the speed of a car zooming down a street. “I’m surprised the police haven't arrested those deviants already…”

“Just because they decide to street racing instead of professional racing doesn’t mean they still don’t deserve sympathy,” you argue, seeing why the regular may feel that way he does but still your morals are firm. You thought the same thing earlier this morning, but the longer you had thought about it the more sympathetic about it you became.

Yeah, street racing is illegal and they shouldn’t be doing it, but if they really just wanted a sense of thrill in whatever mundane life they lived you couldn’t blame them for that. “They are still people who have normal lives during the daytime, you might not even know why they decided to pick up street racing in the first place—!”

“Drop it, Y/N,” Changmin urged, a frown growing evident on his face as you continued to fight back. “It’s just a difference in opinion, it’s okay.”

“But—“ you started but the boy shook his head. You slink a little lower into your seat as Changmin received his phone back from the regular and he politely departed from the conversation. Once the regular was out of ear you leaned over to him and whispered, “what was that about dude? I was totally about to win that argument.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth fighting.” He answered, eying the regular down before continuing. “There’s no way you’re just gonna change someone’s opinion on the street racers in this current climate, you were in a losing battle anyway.”

Soon you shared Changmin frown, crossing your arms against your chest in frustration. You weren’t losing the argument, you were just getting started. Plus what the regular said was extremely offensive to the deceased and their family, you were in the right to get into a fight with him.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you as the television hooked up over the bar took over as the main source of noise. Whatever sport that was playing surely wasn’t that interesting, as you would hear the two regulars who were watching weren’t reacting very much.

“Anyway-“ both of you said at the same time, trying to shake off the weird tension from a moment ago. You gestured to Changmin to go first and he visibly brightened up, a complete switch from his dejected demeanor about the regular’s opinion on the street racers. “Are you busy this weekend? Because I have just the plan for you!”

You think to yourself for a moment about your schedule, you weren’t one to often get out of the house often especially on the weekend since that’s when your sleep schedule really caved in itself.

But you haven’t really hung out with Changmin in a while so…, “Hit me.”

Shaking with excitement, the boy sat up in his seat and began scrolling through his text messages, starting his rambling with, “So Chanhee, right? He doesn’t have the party bone in him because he’s so much more reserved around new people when he’s not with friends. But he got invited to this party happening at this nightclub called the Prism Prix and it’s really hard to get in—“

“—how hard?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Extremely hard. I’ve only been inside like… twice only because I knew people that frequented it that vouched for me,” he answered in a heartbeat, sliding you his phone to see the text messages between him and Chanhee for proof. “But he’s saying he can bring a plus two and wants someone to watch his back for when his social battery disappears.”

“It sounds like my social battery would die just being ten feet within that place,” you hiss, going from looking through his text messages to looking the night club up.

It seems fairly new, a little cyberpunk with all the neon lights and fancy futuristic furniture, but it looks decent over all. The only problem is that its energy wreaks trouble and that’s only from just looking at the pictures on the website.

“But don’t you wanna have the ability to say you’ve walked into the Prism Prix?” Changmin pushed, “Even if it is just walking up to the door or leaving after ten minutes because Chanhee can’t handle too many people talking to at once.”

“He can barely even handle you,” you offhandedly comment, “so what do I get after attending with you too?”

“Bragging rights?”

“Besides bragging rights.”

“Uh… Chanhee’s friendship and loyalty?”

You roll your eyes as you sit up in your seat and face him completely. “Now you know good and well that those aren’t good enough reasons for me to waste my perfectly good sleep schedule for some stupid party.”

“You better lock your doors people!” One of the regulars suddenly called. When you lifted your head to look at them, both regulars were peering through the window of the pub on the street, their faces pressed up against the glass to get a better view. “Looks like those little racers are going to pass this way!”

“They’re what?” Both you and Changmin call in unison, scrambling over to the window with the regulars to catch sight of the street racers. While you never wanted to be involved with the racers, that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to catch sight of one.

There were no videos, no pictures, no social media posts, about the street racers that were starting to run rampant in the city. The best chance you had at learning about street racers is hoping that you someone knew one offhandedly or catching them actively on the road. No one really wanted the ladder of the options because you never know if you’re going to witness a traumatizing crash or not.

But you take what you can get at this point.

There was faint rumbling off in the distance that slowly became louder as it approached the pub’s general direction, along with bright neon orange, blue and red lights as well. The lights started coming into focus as it got closer and the silhouette of the car was becoming easier to see with every passing second.

“And just as it appeared,” the car zoomed straight past the pub in a flash, only leaving behind a streak of neon orange and black against the moon’s light. “It disappears.” The regular sighed, squinting their eyes to see if they could catch one final glimpse of the vehicle before returning to their spot at the bar. Not long after they left did the police sirens come blaring through the streets, their red and blue lights flashing as they moved at a much slower pace than the first car in an attempt to catch up with them.

Heart pumping with adrenaline you couldn’t help but scramble over to the pub doors and push through them to reach the outdoors. You weren’t satisfied with that, that was such a quick encounter—if you could even call that an encounter at all! “It’s like they just disappeared into thin air,” you breathed, the cold night breeze seeping through your clothes as you stood outside.

Changmin joined you outside, hoping his height would help him see a little farther than you but being met with the same result. “That’s how it is sometimes I guess. It’s almost like trying to see a mythical creature at this point.”

The two of you stood in place for a moment, debating on whether or not you wanted to retreat back into the pub after your failed attempt to catch sight of a street racer.

After debating it in your mind you turned to leave first, not wanting the nighttime weather to get the best of you with the thin uniform you wore. Just as you did though, the revving of an engine from nearby signaled that it was still around and was followed soon after by a neon orange silhouette appearing in the distance again.

“Holy shit, it’s back,” you breathed.

“Get back, get back!” Changmin called, grabbing you by the shirt sleeve and yanking you back as the car from earlier screeched to a sloppy halt right in front of the pub, leaving black tire marks deep in the asphalt road and you and Changmin’s ears ringing.

It disoriented you— the screeching of the tires, the bright orange leds illuminating your faces, and the loud music that was blasting from the car’s speakers. Yet all you could do was stare in awe as the driver’s door opened vertically rather than horizontally and the driver stepped out of his vehicle.

You couldn’t see most of his face since you were practically blinded by lights on his car, but you can tell he was frantic. He barely even stepped away from his car door as he yelled at both of you. “Hey you! You know a shortcut out of the city from here?”

“Shortcut?” You repeated, trying to think clearly enough to give him the answer he needed, “uh… I think if you take the back streets of the city it’ll lead you to a bridge over some river and then straight from there is out of the city? I don’t drive often, but it's just what I’ve noticed.”

“Thanks!” He doesn’t bother giving a proper goodbye, by the time his words even reach your ears the boy is already closing the scissor doors on his car, slamming his foot on the gas pedal and driving straight away with the directions you gave him.

You and Changmin coughed for a moment, the dust his tires had kicked up finally making its way into your nostrils. “Y/N, That was a Mclaren Spider,” Changmin couldn’t help but mention, cautiously stepping out onto the street now that the driver had left.

“Is that an expensive car?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Y/N, that car cost over two hundred thousand dollars. I literally drive a used Honda Civic.”

III.

So you know that the street racer you had obviously helped earlier in the week hadn’t got caught thanks to you. The police are definitely still actively searching for because apparently he’s a several time offender for street racing and on their wanted list, but they just don’t have the power to catch him.

Every car chase always ends up with the Mclaren— you know now since Changmin identified it for you —getting away in a sick twist of fate. Not only that but they also don’t know what the driver's face looks like or even what his license plate is. Every time they try to go after them the police always look like bumbling fools in the end.

But that’s not really your problem was it? It was a little amusing to know that you had helped someone who was infamously known for escaping the cops though, who knows what might have happened if you and Changmin weren’t standing outside that day to see if you could catch sight of him again. But, like stated before, it’s not really your problem.

The problem ahead was this party you had gotten yourself wrapped into and you needed to focus.

“So why’d they invite you to the party?” You asked Chanhee, leaning against the driver's seat where Changmin sat. You totally went back on your word about going to the ‘stupid party’ the boy had invited you to once the subject of money came out of Chanhee’s mouth.

Now you don’t consider yourself a money grubber but Chanhee gets paid significantly better than you so you’ll never waste a chance to take one of his generous offerings.

Chanhee shrugged in response, fixing his hair in the sun visor mirror before turning in his seat to look at her. “I don’t know, but I think they like my car,” he smiled, his black hair falling perfectly in front of him as he responded. Something about his answer sounded fake, but you couldn’t exactly pin it on what it really was.

But you do know that the boy did in fact have nice cars, thanks to all that money he has tucked away somewhere. They’re all new and shiny and definitely more expensive than the Honda Civic you all were sitting in right now. How does he get it? You don’t know and honestly don’t care, you just want a sliver of it when you get the chance.

“Okay, people! Here’s the plan,” the boy announced as you all got closer to the nightclub in question, its neon lights becoming more prevalent the closer you got. “This is a quick get in-get out— we stay for a little bit, have a drink or two, have fun, then I’ll go greet the host at the 30 minute mark of us being there, and then we book it out of there before I get aggravated and anxious.”

“Don’t forget we need to take a picture outside of the building before we leave,” you added on, “my housemate will kill me if I don’t get a picture, who knew they wanted to go to the Prism Prix too?”

“Change of plans then,” Chanhee nodded, “we stay for a little, I greet the host, we take a picture outside of the building with the sign, then we leave.”

You grin as you peer out the back seat window, the building of Prism Prix coming into full view for all of you to see together.

Chanhee wasn’t surprised by the building since he had been here on numerous occasions, but you and Changmin sat there dumbfounded as the car slowed its pace down into a cruising state to look at the building.

The building was ginormous, covering much more area than you thought it did compared to the pictures on Changmin’s phone. It was practically glowing against the moon as a neon sign of ‘PRISM PRIX’ flashed in big bold letters, lights illuminated the entrance of the night club like it was a lantern in the middle of winter.

There was a large crowd outside of the club doors too, some begging bouncers to let them inside and others simply standing in the long line just to gawk and swoon at the young people who were able to get in. “Every time I come here I feel underdressed, even though it literally is just a nightclub.” Changmin mumbled, his ears turning red with embarrassment of his used Honda Civic.

“You think you feel underdressed?” You couldn’t help but shoot back at him, “I would have loved a warning from our resident frequenter of this place of what this place feels like in person! The pictures didn’t do it justice at all. In fact maybe we should have arrived in one of Chanhee’s cars…”

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry about it! Plus, we are only to be here for like an hour and then we are leaving.” He assured them as Changmin stopped in front of the entrance, “don’t forget to give your keys to the valet so he can park your car.”

With that Chanhee opened the car door and hopped out, leaving the two of you to scramble out of your seatbelts to follow after him. “A valet? Seriously, who are the people who are hosting this party? At this point I want to meet them myself.”

“Trust me,” Changmin sighed, “you don’t want to.”

While the outside of the building was rather overwhelming for people of much more normal status like you and Changmin, the inside felt more familiar to you. It did look and feel like the pictures on the website this time, except for the loud music and flashing neon led lights everywhere. There were people dancing in the middle of the room and there were some people scattered out around the bars and countless tables just having the time of their lives.

The second floor of the building looked a lot quieter compared to the first, sectioned off into a large balcony for those to look over onto the first floor and several rooms that also hung over the first floor with a window to see all the action down below.

It seemed like that’s where Chanhee was heading, slipping away from the two of you and walking the spiraling stairs going up.

“Did he just leave us without a second thought?” You question Changmin, holding onto his shirt sleeve so you don’t lose him within the crowd of people.

“I guess this is the part where we have fun?” He shrugged, frowning to himself as he started to wander about the place. “But it doesn’t look like anyone I actually like hanging around is here right now, after I made an effort to be a little late too…”

Within seconds you had lost sight and control of Changmin, leaving you alone in a nightclub with people you don’t even know. Have fun, he said, well you sure weren’t having fun right now.

But it’s only for an hour, you were only going to be in the Prism Prix for an hour and then you could leave. And even if it ended up being longer than that, Chanhee has the social battery of a cat, he’ll never last the whole night around this crowd.

So in the end you decide to take a seat in the nearest chair you could find, a circle booth, making sure you sat at the very edge so you wouldn’t be trapped there if someone tried to approach you and people watched.

The more you watched the more you realized the group of people that were present in the Prism Prix were a part of a specific clique. The way they spoke, the way they moved, the way they acted, even the way they dressed is something you’d never see in your daily life. Even your housemate would have a hard time fitting in with this group because of how particular it was.

The atmosphere held the scent of money to it, old and new money to be exact. Those who had come into power through whatever means even if it meant to sell their soul and those who simply grew up with it and felt the need to spend it on the first thing they deemed as interesting. And then there was the niche group that was accepted into this clique, not the plus ones or twos: but those who earned the money of the new and old money.

In fact, there was a distinct difference between the two even more than that: One smelled of money and one smelled of diesel gasoline.

But why was it diesel gasoline specifically?

“I’ve never seen you before,” you jump clean out of your skin, getting out of your seat and turning to face the unfamiliar voice. There leaning against the table with his head resting in the palm of his hands was a boy, looking around the same age as you and looking at you with his moonlike eyes. “You new here?”

“Yes,” you compose yourself, still shocked you hadn’t even noticed him approach you while you were people watching. You looked him up and down for a second, taking note of the black on black clothes and studded leather jacket he adorned— and also the distinct smell of gasoline that was almost intoxicating being mixed up with whatever cologne he had put on before arriving.

“My friend brought me here as one half of his plus two, but as you can see,” gesturing to the empty booth you were sitting at. “My friend and the other half are currently nowhere to be found.”

He let out a low chuckle, his pink lips curving into a smile as he listened to you. “So you’ve been ditched, huh?” He questioned, tilting his head to look at you through his curly hair, his face glowing against blue and purple led lights flashing against his skin.

“Ditched?” You nearly choke, the words sour on your tongue and echoing through your skull. “No I wasn’t ditched, I’m just waiting for them to come back. There’s a difference.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,” he teased, sliding into the seat on the other side of you now that he was invested in your conversation. “When they come back later saying they forgot all about you then that’ll be a different story to tell.”

You weren’t enjoying him poking fun at the fact that both Chanhee and Changmin and both abandoned you in an instant, but you could brush it aside for the fact that he was stunning to look at. Even with all the flashing colors distorting your vision and the music forcing the both of you to raise your voice just to hear each other.

It’s not like you’d ever see him again either, so you were going to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

“My friends aren’t those kinds of people, we have a plan devised just for being here. This is just…,” you started off, trying to think of the right word, “phase one of it, the part where we are supposed to be having fun.”

The boy slid over to your side of the booth, his breath hot on your neck as he leaned in and whispered, “are you having fun then?” Your senses essentially deactivated themselves when the scent of gasoline and cologne become entangled with yours and his voice is ringing in your head so hard that you can barely make the formulate your next sentence in your head.

Your flustered expression is all he needs for an answer as he leaned in again with a cheeky grin settled upon his face, his distinct smell flooding your space once again like a poison. “What’s your name?”

The universe doesn’t let you answer him. Once you open your mouth to respond, blinking your eyes furiously to not get drowned in the way the boy looked and spoke, the words don’t exactly go tumbling out of your mouth. Instead the speakers of the night club started blaring a record scratch in the overhead music before switching songs and a new voice booming over the music to address someone in the crowd.

“Well look who decided to show their face!” The DJ exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention toward him as he parted the sea of people at the dance floor just by waving his finger. “It’s the illusive wildfire driver, never once caught by the cops and never once backed out from a challenge.”

Everyone turns toward the boy you’re sitting with and cheering and hollering at the top of their lungs, nearly deafening you with their volume. You put your hands over your ears and brace yourself for a horrible sleep tonight— and possibly your housemate not having the television on the highest possible volume they can make it in the morning.

The boy pulled away from you once he realized he was being spoken to, sliding onto the other side of the booth in a flash. “How nice of you to call me out like this,” he grimaced, unable to hide his annoyance with the DJ after having his conversation with you rudely interrupted. “I’d love to have a nice chat with you right now but I was clearly doing, oh I don’t know, something else?” The boy answered, gesturing toward you and him.

Immediately the crowd gets the wrong idea, whistling and jeering at the two of you like you had something actually going on between the two of you. “Oh? Is the wildfire driver backing down from a challenge for a new girl he’s met? Everyone, please, give him a round of applause, our boy’s got game!”

Both you and the boy sink into your clothes a little bit, severely embarrassed by the scene that seemed to be setting up without your consent. You cover your face with one hand and feel like you’re going to melt into a puddle under all this unwanted attention. Oh what you wouldn’t kill for a distraction to get the attention off of you.

“Hey, cut it out,” he managed to get out of his mouth, but was unable to control the crowd’s rowdiness. You catch the side of his ears burning a flushed red and turn your head to see a group of boys dressed similarly to him approaching with devilish smiles on their faces and you’re prepared to dig yourself your own diy grave. “I said cut it out!”

When you finally get a good look at the boy sitting in front of you, his face is practically fuming red hot, but not with anger, but with embarrassment. Eventually he even ends up letting his head fall completely to the table and scratching the nape of neck to try and calm himself down.

These people really have no mercy when it comes to teasing their so-called “wildfire driver”.

You swallow your pride and turn to face the DJ, mentally psyching yourself to tell them to back off when the shrill shriek of someone going “the cops are coming!!” echoes through the Prism Prix building.

And it sparks chaos around the entirety of the Prism Prix as the statement settled into the club goers minds.

It’s not like they had been doing anything illegal or life threatening, but it still freaked out everyone to the point where the unanimous decision was to flee the building immediately.

There’s so much screaming and running around that you can barely process what the sudden warning was. Everyone from the attendees to the staff inside the nightclub is fleeing for their lives and pushing aside anyone to make it out without getting caught. You leap to your feet once you gain at least a semblance of the situation and scan the crowd for both Chanhee and Changmin.

They are your ride home, if you can’t find them then you’re stuck in the Prism Prix or will have to walk all the way home and you are very far from home.

Everything is starting to phase together into one ugly blurry color and you can't figure out one thing from another. It’s even louder than it was earlier with the music and teasing and it’s making your head spin like you’re on a carousel ride that just won’t stop twirling. “Oh shit.”

“No time to wait,” the voice of the boy echoed through your ears before you could register what was happening. He had grabbed your wrist and pulled you alongside him toward an exit of the Prism Prix so you wouldn’t be found stumbling when the police arrived.

“Wait but my friends—“ you stop in your tracks to turn the other way, but the boy doesn’t let you even risk it.

“Do you want to be caught by the police?” He asked you, and you shook your head no. “Then I’m going to have to get you out of here myself, you’ll have to find them later. Just tell me where to take you so I can get you out of here.”

You let him drag you along now, he clearly knows this place a lot better than you. You would have instinctively gone searching for the front door and been caught by the police once they arrived, but it seems like the boy was leading you toward one of the back doors of Prism Prix, where all the staff escape through instead.

You two take a sharp turn around the corner the moment you push the double doors open, the boy slowly letting his grip on you loosen as he searches for something behind the building. The only thing you can do is follow him and hope he’s not leading you to either your imprisonment or death, you literally have no other way to get home right now.

“Oh by the way,” he begins, taking several deep breaths to regain his stamina from running out of the building, “I don’t think I ever caught your name because of that mess in there.”

Is this really the time to be sharing pleasantries with each other? Regardless, you answer, “Y/N, and yours?”

He stops in his tracks to face you, almost like he’s embracing your name so that he can remember it for later. A valet rushes to his side at the same time, stopping half way to toss him the keys to a car before dashing off for safety. “Sunwoo,” he introduces, grabbing the keys and pressing the unlock button behind him, “Kim Sunwoo, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You squint at the sudden bright flash of light stinging your eyes before turning fully toward the vehicle he gained access to with escalating levels of shock. It was the McLaren Spider that Changmin had identified earlier in the week that was on the run from the police. Sunwoo was the owner of the black McLaren car, the sports car that costs over two hundred thousand dollars.

“What are you standing there looking stupid for?” He asked, gesturing to the opened scissor doors. “Get in.”

You nodded your head in your dazed state, slumping down into the low riding car’s leather seats as soon as you gained control of your body and pulling the door closed. The moment your mind registered the fact that you were in the car your eyes started to wander around the car’s interior.

It was very obviously a convertible, given the way the roof of the car looked like it had been recently attached on, and the inside matched with outside with an onyx black layered around the leather seats. There was no stick shift, just a few buttons in the middle where it usually would be found.

As soon as he put the key into ignition the vehicle roared to life. It growled fiercely as the inside of the car lit up with a low dim neon orange lining the entirety of the interior from the dashboard to the spoiler of the car outside.

There was no music this time either, there wasn’t any time to turn it on when they needed to get out of Prism Prix’s premises as soon as possible. “Hey, how do you feel about roller coasters on a scale of like… one to ten?” Sunwoo asked, finally settling into his car and putting his hands on the steering wheel.

“Uh… I don’t know, like— uh, six?”

“Good enough for me!” Without warning he revved up his engine and pressed the drive button where the stick shift should have been, slamming his foot on the gas pedal.

Both of you lurched forward as the car sprung into action, shooting toward the wall of the next building over. You’re practically holding a scream as he hard turns the steering wheel, the tires screeching against the concrete as the back of the car just barely misses the wall of the next building and dashed out toward the main road.

“Oh my god, you’re crazy,” you just barely get out, holding onto your seatbelt for dear life. You will yourself to look out the window to catch sight of the Prism Prix, watching as all the people scatter like roaches to not get caught. A few stop and stare at the car that appeared from an alleyway, but ultimately choose their livelihood over gawking.

“Don’t worry we are just getting started!” Sunwoo grinned, doing an unceremoniously large u-turn to get the car on the right side road and speeding down it in a flash. Everything outside of the car whizzed by in a blur of colors as the speed dial on his dashboard only continues to rise in numbers.

Any sort of attractiveness you’ve held with this boy is completely gone now, you’re only thought now is if you should write a will while you’re still alive in the passenger’s seat. The way Sunwoo takes every sharp turn in existence has you being thrown on either of the convertible each time it happens.

His sudden brakes literally send the car jerking forward and make you want to vomit out of the window.

The way he bobs and weaves through the other cars on the street like they are traffic cones makes you nauseous and your head spin.

The way he will drive in literal reverse just to taunt the people behind him like he isn’t wanted by the police makes you want to pull your hair out.

Sunwoo isn’t only a hazard to people around, he’s a hazard to himself!

“If you don’t start driving like there is a second person in this car sitting in your passenger’s seat,” you threatened, one hand gripped tightly on the boy’s leather studded jacket and the other on the neon illuminated door handle, “then I will crash this car and take both of us out myself.”

“Don’t worry, there’s no more speeding to happen. We are almost there!” He gleamed with an unusual sense of excitement radiating off of him. “This is your apartment, right? I’ll just park—”

“Do not park in front of my apartment!” You shout without thought, your whole body shaking with such vigor you were sure that the boy would be able to see it. “Just park right here and I’ll go the rest of the way on my own.”

Sunwoo didn’t argue with you, only shrugging his shoulders and doing exactly as you asked. Finally the hell machine was slowing down and you felt your soul fly back into your body. This would be the last time you’ll ever ride in the car with Sunwoo, no, the last time you’ll ever even have your interest piqued by street racing! This isn’t a lifestyle or a hobby you could ever find yourself indulging in, you didn’t have the heart nor the soul to try it again.

When the boy finally parked next to the curb not too far from your apartment, you jumped out of your seat in a heartbeat. You swayed on the ground for a second, your body teetering from left to right and resisting the urge to puke up everything you had eaten in the day, but you didn’t.

You stood back up on what you could only assume was two stable legs and closed the door behind you. You were leaving this lifestyle to those who chose it, you were never going to see the boy again. Now whether it was a good riddance moment or not, who knows.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard him call and nearly topple over from exhaustion. You look at him and catch the boy leaning over the center console with his window rolled down to talk to you. “I hope next time we meet it isn’t so chaotic. Running from the police isn’t my idea of—“

“Sunwoo,” you manage to muster, though your look at sheer displeasure conveys all you need him to know. “Go home, now.”

IV.

“Can you believe we’ve gone a full two weeks without a terrible collision!” You hear your manager exclaim from behind you, basking under the light of the moon at the news. “Gosh, I can’t believe this city is finally getting an ounce of peace for once!”

It was another slow night for the pub, a few of the regulars coming by for their drinks and a couple of new faces appearing with their friends ready to experience a new place. But besides that it was rather quiet, leaving you and your coworkers amble time to sit around and chit chat with each other until your shifts were over.

The bartender was never one to talk much so he’d simply listen in as you and your manager did all the talking just like you were now. “We haven’t had a car crash in awhile but they still haven’t caught the person who was driving that Jaguar from the last one,” you pointed out, the image of the crash still vivid in your brain despite it being behind old news.

“Well yeah, but what can you do about all of that? No one even knows where the street racing even starts,” she shrugged, brushing off your comment to ramble on about something else. “If they could just find out where they hold those little meetings then I can drive my car around in peace!”

It’s amazing how secretive the people who partake in street racing were, loyal to the cause of keeping information outside of the media’s hands. It was the only reason the whole activity still wasn’t shut down despite the two weeks of no crashes. Maybe they had just decided to become a little safer on the road to get the police off of their backs but you highly doubted it.

After all, the last time you got in the car with a street racer he didn’t seem to care about the fact that there was an innocent and inexperienced passenger in his car.

“The officer thought Prism Prix was the place,” the bartender mentioned, nodding toward you since it was already known that you had been present at the nightclub when they came. “But when they searched, it was just a regular nightclub.”

“That’s right, Y/N!” Your manager gasped, spinning on her heels to face you. “I never even thought of asking you, how do you get out of that place?”

You let an awkward laugh roll out of your mouth, fumbling with a strand of hair as you tried to come up with a white lie. There was no way you were going to tell your coworkers you left speeding with one of the racers in the passenger seat of McLaren.

“I went with some friends so we met up outside and got into his car before the police arrived,” you lied, though there was a little bit of truth to the statement. “Honestly, I don’t remember a lot about what happened, it all happened so fast and I was tired from all the noise.”

“Oh that’s right, you’re not very fond of noise are you,” your manager frowned, letting out a long and strenuous huff as she stepped away from the two of you. “I really thought I hit a gold mine of information about the Prism Prix! This sucks!”

You roll your eyes at their reaction, looking to the bartender for some semblance of agreement with you. Though the moment you turned your head to look at him he had already turned his back on you and was attending to one of the regulars sitting across from you.

You don’t blame them for wanting to get information on what exactly happened in the Prism Prix because it wasn’t being fed to the media like most news does.

All that news outlets were able to provide to people was that late that night the police arrived on the scene to shut the place down for having dealings with the organizers of the street races, but when they got there everything was proven false. Most people felt skeptical of the conclusion, however, but there wasn’t a way for people to actually know if someone was lying or not.

Yet here you are with the first hand experience of what exactly happened at the Prism Prix two weeks ago and the excuse you threw around was that ‘you left with friends before the police got there because it was too noisy for you’. If you were on the other side of the boat, you too would be rather irritated that you couldn’t get your hands on the full drama.

“Woah, do you see what just parked on the curb?” You overheard someone say, your nosiness getting the best of you and looking at a pair sitting in one of the booths by the window.

One of them gasped in shock as she pressed her face against the glass of the window— something seem to enjoy doing here —and eagerly waved at her friend. “Someone literally has my dream car out there!”

Cars, street racing, driving! You were getting sick of hearing about anything related to driving.

Though, just because you were getting sick of hearing about cars doesn’t mean you weren’t curious enough to look at what they were talking about.

You could easily identify the car that the woman was talking about, catching sight of a shiny yellow Camaro that was parked in front of the pub. You weren’t one for cars but man was that a nice looking vehicle, making you wonder what kind of model it was specifically and why the hell it was parked outside the tiny little pub you worked in.

Changmin could probably tell you the model like how he identified the McLaren, but you were left to wonder the answer to your second question yourself.

You stayed by the window for just a bit longer before slowly backing away, your eyes slowly getting wider and wider as more cars began to pull up beside the yellow Camaro and their drivers getting out to finally greet each other. “Oh no, I’m not dealing with that,” you ultimately decide, walking backward until your back collides with the bar table behind you.

You claw your way behind the bar to be greeted by the bartender staring down at you with the most amount of emotion you’ve ever seen on his face since you started working at the pub.

“What are you doing,” his statement doesn’t even come off as a question, only filled with slight disgust that you’d even dare try and invade his space.

“The people who are about to come in,” you explained, “I can’t serve them, there’s no way I can. I’d rather die than have to face them.”

“What do you mean you can’t serve them, that’s your job.” His tone was getting colder by the second, leaving you with little hope for getting any sympathy from him. “Get up and get to work before our manager sees you hiding like a child.”

You tug on your hair in frustration, grabbing hold of his shirt sleeve and pulling him down to your level so you can whisper to him. “Listen, this is extremely important. Can you please just handle them until they leave? I can't serve those people.”

“Y/N—“ your coworker began but you hushed him as soon as you heard the door to the pub open up and a group entered, disrupting the calm atmosphere with their loud voices. Instantly you get the scent of gasoline hitting your nose and you’ve become desperate to get out of the pub.

“One of the people in that group I met at Prism Prix,” you whisper to the bartender, watching as his unamused glare suddenly began to turn into a look of subtle surprise. “Some interesting things happened and I really don’t have the energy to face this situation right now so just do me a solid just this once? You know I’m the best coworker you have here.”

The bartender seemed as though he were deep in thought for a second, making it hard to discern what he was thinking through his facial expressions. Yet he lifted himself back up to his full height and quietly greeted the group that had entered the building.

“Welcome, take a seat wherever you like.”

You weren’t banking on your coworker being that interested in your personal drama during your time in Prism Prix but you’re so glad he is.

You peered from behind the bar table to see if anyone had any wandering eyes and thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case. The group seemed to be preoccupying themselves as they took a seat wherever they wanted, laughing and talking about whatever they had been doing just before arriving. You could hear him— the boy that had driven you that is —practically full body laughing at whatever his friends had mentioned.

You didn’t bother trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, whatever they were talking about wasn’t as important as staying hidden and not having to face the boy waiting on the other side.

After all you said it yourself, there was no way you’d get yourself involved with street racers again. It was just too much to handle for your faint heart.

So that’s where you stayed for the next twenty minutes or so, cowering behind the bar table with the bartender while the group of boys stayed and chatted the time away. Luckily it was getting later into the night so they were the last people to even walk into the pub, you couldn’t imagine how awkward that would have been for you to get up from your hiding spot and awkwardly serve them while they were still there.

Every so often you’d tap your coworker’s leg, asking for a drink to help keep your sanity and he'd give you an irritated scowl that would hold over your thirst for the next few minutes. The group you were hiding from would get rowdy from whatever conversation they were having and you’d have a small panic attack every time they called over the bartender for more of whatever they were ordering but eventually it stopped.

At last, the group had finally paid for themselves and left around the same time the pub was closing for the night.

You jumped up from your spot on the ground, letting out a long and deep sigh of relief now that you were free. “Thank you so much for doing— Oh my god!”

You nearly tumble straight into the bartender's wares behind you as you are greeted by a smiling Sunwoo, biting on the straw of whatever drink was in his hands and sitting at the bar table. “So it was you who gave me directions outside the city that one time? Who would have known we’ve already met each other.”

“How— how did you know—?”

“I saw you from the window when I first arrived with my friends,” the boy nonchalantly answered, gesturing his head toward your coworker as he spoke, “I could only guess where you had disappeared off to, but the delayed reaction of the bartender to our presence let me know exactly where you were hiding.”

There goes not getting involved with street racers again.

“Is he the…?” Your coworker alluded, both to the street racer that passed by the pub two weeks ago and your situation at the Prism Prix.

“What— no! I mean, well— have a goodnight! Close up for me, thanks!” You spluttered out, side stepping out of the bar table with a strained smile on your face. As you walked away from the bartender you grabbed a hold of one of the several chains that hung on Sunwoo’s neck and pulled him away against his will.

Not that he was really fighting it though, he simply let you drag him and gave the bartender a friendly wave before being shoved outside of the pub doors.

There was the McLaren you had rode parked a little further up the curb, all of the familiar neon lights turned off and shrouding the black car in darkness. Why couldn’t he have just left with the rest of the group like a normal person? “What do you want?”

“That’s a rude way to greet a friend after you haven’t seen them for a week.” He commented, “or at least I hope we’re friends, I liked your personality when we were talking back at Prism Prix.”

“No, we aren’t friends,” you spit out immediately, regretting it when Sunwoo recoiled from your tone of voice. “No— I mean… we barely know each other, you can’t really consider me a friend.”

“Acquaintances?” He perked up instantly, his eyes swirling with anticipation.

You hesitated for a second before ultimately caving in and rolling your eyes, “Sure I guess acquaintances work, but that’s not the point! The point is, don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t really want to be involved with you so I’d rather not see you again, ever.”

The boy blinked a few times as the words settled in his mind, his brows knitted together in confusion. “You don’t want to be… involved with me? Did I do something wrong? Oh, did I say something wrong? I was so sure that we are on the same page back at Prism Prix—“

“— we were definitely on the same page,” you interrupted, the words coming much more naturally than you would have wanted it to come off. “But you have a hobby that’s… how do you say… off putting and I don’t have the heart to handle it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, unsure of whether or not you could understand what the other was talking about until a lightbulb switched on in Sunwoo’s head.

“Oh… are you talking about how I’m a street racer?”

“Yes! You drive like a maniac, it's terrifying!” You shout, hoping that your desperation is getting your point across. “I don’t want to be friends with someone who drives like they aren’t a walking hazard sign, that’s scary! I thought I was going to die.”

The boy scoffed at your accusations, crossing his arms against his chest as he got in your face, “well that’s not very fair of you to say! I don’t always drive like that, in fact when I’m racing I’m even more careful than I am driving normally! I’m just one of the most wanted offenders on the police's radar so of course I drive a little recklessly when they get involved.”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Yours isn’t a very good reason to not like me either!”

You both stood there in silence, huffing and puffing while being red in the face with frustration. You had gotten so engrossed in your argument that you didn’t even notice that Sunwoo was deep within your personal space that he was hovering over you, his moonlike eyes twitching with anticipation for your next retort and his curly brown hair dangling over his forehead.

Not to mention that infuriatingly intoxicating smell of gasoline and cologne that clung to him like it was his own skin.

You took a moment to step back, any closer to him and you might actually hear his heart beating in his chest. “Prove it to me then.” You demanded, pointing over to the parked McLaren car to divert his gaze elsewhere. “Show me that you don’t actively drive like a psychopath and then I’ll consider us friends.”

Sunwoo glanced between you and the car, thinking about his options and their possible outcomes before making his decision. “Okay then, you’ve got a deal! But you have to let me prove myself in my own way, not by whatever standards you already have in your head, got it?”

You nod without hesitation, “deal.”

V.

This was the single worst decision you think you’ve ever made, and that’s saying a lot.

Let Sunwoo prove himself in his own way instead of through your standards? Why would you let him do that, he’s literally supposed to prove that he’s a careful person to you so why would he do it on his own accord? That’s doing the opposite of what you were asking of him.

Now he’s got you out here standing on the curb side of your apartment waiting for him to pick you so that you could do whatever he planned with that mischievous grin of his. “I should just go back inside,” you hissed, glancing behind you at the apartment building you lived in then. “This is a waste of time.”

As if you could actually just waltz back in there like everything was fine. Your housemate was home today, they watched you walk out of the house after lying to them and saying that Changmin and Chanhee were coming to pick you up. If you walked back in there now you would definitely be bombarded with prying questions.

Those two aren’t the type to just abandon their plans! Trust me, they just don’t give off that vibe. What’s actually going on right now?

You shook your head in frustration, you really weren’t left with a lot of options were you? Now you are going to be stuck in a car with that lunatic again—

The sound of an engine's low hum flooded your thoughts, bringing your wandering mind back to reality as you watched an unfamiliar car pull up to your side of the road.

Although you have seen the car before, it just wasn’t familiar in the sense that Sunwoo’s McLaren was familiar. It was the yellow Camaro that had just pulled up to the pub the day before, right before the rest of the cars and Sunwoo arrived on the scene.

Your face contorted with confusion as the window rolled down to reveal a brown haired boy in the driver’s seat, playing with one of the blond streaks dyed in his hair before turning to you with a wide childish looking grin. “Are you, uh,” he paused for a moment to glance over at his phone in the cup holder, “Y/N by any chance?”

“Yes…?”

“Ooh, alright! I’m a pretty good guesser!” He gushed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to make a tune and urging you to come with him. “Hop on in! Sunwoo sent me to get you.”

“He couldn’t just get me himself?” You questioned, compelled to sit in the passenger seat by the boy’s puppy dog demeanor.

“That’s what I was saying,” the boy complained, laying his head down on the steering wheel and frowned, “but he was like ‘no Eric, I need you to get her because she doesn’t trust me!’ or something like that. It’s such a hassle to drive all the way out here the way we are going is out of the city.”

Huh, you guess that makes sense. After all, you were the one who told Sunwoo you didn’t want to be associated with him because of his street racing hobby. “So… your name is Eric?”

“That’s me!” He grinned, switching the stick shift into driving and stepping on the gas. You were wholeheartedly expecting the Camaro to jolt forward with unforgiving speed, but the two of you were placed in an easy going cruise down the road. “Sunwoo’s best and closest friend, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Despite being Sunwoo’s ‘best and closest friend’ he drove a lot differently to the street racer.

Eric drove with complete control over his race, sure it was certainly a speed faster than let’s say… Changmin and his Honda Civic but there was a sense of control and easygoingness that the boy just didn’t possess. His turns were a little wide but not as starkly sharp and his eyes were constantly watching out for the other drivers on the road and not just himself.

Not to mention that Eric’s car wasn’t illuminated by any neon lights. There were barely any personal customizations made to it, it simply looked like a nice yellow Camaro. He kept the inside of the vehicle looking brand new too, barely any markings that made it look like it had been used beforehand.

Well, beside the evident dirt footprints made at the bottom of the passenger seat’s door.

If Sunwoo could drive like this then maybe you wouldn’t be so bothered by him.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you began, staring out of the window and noticing how you were beginning to leave the city behind you. “Where are we going exactly?”

Eric opened his mouth to explain but then quickly slapped one hand over his hand mouth, an expression of concern donning his face. “Sunwoo didn’t tell you?” When you shook your head in response, you could hear the boy quietly cursing and as his eyes darted in between you and his phone. “Okay so… that complicates things.”

You blinked a few times at his words, “I don’t think I’m following you?”

“I’d much rather you hear this from Sunwoo than me,” he tried to explain, the Camaro slowly accelerating in speed as he started to ramble, “I mean he’s the one who decided this was the way he wanted to handle his situation with you so it's only fair that you hear it out of his mouth and not a second hand person!”

“Eric—“

“— I mean I don’t wanna get in the middle of whatever you have going on, you know?” He continued on ranting like his life depended on it. You snake your hand out to hold the roof handle with a tight grip, nervously staring out at the long stretch of road you two were on as he got faster. “You may not trust Sunwoo all that much but I’m a pretty decent guy! I don’t want you to make me prove myself. I want to be on your good side.”

“Eric—!”

“—I really don’t want you to hate me so I really think you should just wait until we get there so Sunwoo can explain. I know it sounds like I’m just throwing him under the bus but I really just—“

“Eric!” You finally shout, your head spinning from the boy’s non stop talking and the Camaro’s roaring engine. “Pay attention to the road, you’re going way too fast!”

“Okay fine, I’ll say it!” He finally owned up, slamming his foot on the brakes as the car came to an abrupt stop. Both of you lurched forward due to the sheer force of the Camaro, thankful for the invention of seatbelts that kept you tied down to your seats. “Sunwoo told me to take you to the Thrill Ride because I thought he told you already so I wouldn’t have to do it!”

“What are you talking about?” You breathed, struggling to keep up with Eric’s words and thoughts as they were flowing out of his mouth. “He’s taking me to what? And why didn’t you want to tell me? I’m so… so lost right now.”

The boy slumped up against the steering wheel and ran his hands nervously through his hair. “The Thrill Ride is where all those street racing events start and we’re members of it but we’re not usually supposed to tell people about it because it’s, of course, illegal and most of the people who participate are wanted by the police.”

Eric gave you his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to lessen the potential outburst that you could lash out on him. You blinked once, then twice, before a laugh threatened to spill out of your mouth once his words finally settled in your mind.

The Thrill Ride was the organization that held the street races that plagued your city? The Thrill Ride was the organization that let their participants crash and die several times in one week just for a bit of fun? The Thrill Ride was who the police were searching for at the Prism Prix?

And Sunwoo, with all the little things swirling in that thick skull of his, decided he was going to bring you to the Thrill Ride in order to gain your trust so you could be friends?

You can’t tell if you’re going to have a panic attack or a manic episode, maybe something that’s right in the middle of it.

“I’m going,” you begin, starting to bite your nails as a weak smile spreads across your lips, “to lose my mind. This man is purposely driving me insane.”

The rest of the car ride to the Thrill Ride is eerily quiet, both you and Eric too engrossed in your own thoughts and worried to even try and make a conversation with each other. The boy was too embarrassed to even look at you through the corner of his, his eyes glued to the road and his hands gripped onto the steering wheel with a nervous shake.

You were simply trying to calm yourself down before you faced the boy, not wanting to absolutely punch him in the face the moment you saw his moonlike eyes at the Thrill Ride. Every single intrusive thought a person could think of was rattling around in your skull and you couldn’t find a clear thought you could reach out and grab yet.

You hoped that once you arrived at the Thrill Ride Sunwoo wasn’t surrounded by any of his friends, you were bouncing between the ideas of slapping him as hard as you physically could muster or cussing him out as soon as his hair came into view.

“Y/N, we are here.”

Eric’s voice sends you spiraling out of your thoughts, snapping your head up to take a look at your new surroundings.

There was no sign to signal that it was Thrill Ride, just a large washed out white building with multiple floors and windows. It looked rather old, like the building had been standing in that place for much longer than you’ve been alive, but it still had a taste of life to it. After all, there were cars parked sporadically outside of the building and people walking in and out of the double door entrance.

Some of the floors of the building had their lights on and movement could be seen through shadows in the closed blinds and somewhere in the area the snarling revving engines rumbled in the distance with muffled cheering in the background. “How have the police not found this place…?”

“The cops think that street racing is being centralized in the city,” Eric explained as he parked in the grass not too far from the Thrill Ride building. “But what they don’t realize is that outside of their own city’s outskirts just an hour away is this building that was left here to rot, so Thrill Ride took it over as one of their bases of operations.”

“One?”

“You think the street racing is going to stop if just one building of Thrill Ride is seized?” Eric chuckled, easing back into the playful persona he had earlier in the drive. “That’s why Thrill Ride makes its drivers and gamblers sign a contract to keep the information classified.”

You nodded your head in understanding before you turned your head to him again, “wait wouldn’t that mean you and Sunwoo broke your contracts then?”

“Well,” he shrugged, a knowing smile on his face as he stepped out of the Camaro. “There are some exceptions to the contract too. Come on! I’ll show you around before Sunwoo gets here.”

You try to rush after him, cursing at the seatbelt that refused to unbuckle and scrambling out of the Camaro’s door to catch up to him when it did. Eric was a street racer as well, so the liveliness that the building radiated was energizing him to the fullest. His strides were strong and confident while he guided you toward the Thrill Ride building and the people who around seemed to notice this fact the instant he walked past.

Just before you entered the double doors after Eric, the scene of gasoline and cologne hit your nose. You paused with the door held wide open in your hands, not even bothering to alert your current tour guide that you had stopped following after him. Your grip on the door handle only gets tighter as you hear footsteps rushing up behind you and Eric finally realizes you're not with him anymore.

“Hey Y/N!” The sound of Sunwoo’s voice nearly sends you into a frenzy, turning on your heels to face him with a low growl rumbling in your throat. And yet despite how furious you had been while sitting in the passenger seat of Eric’s car, your temper was subdued at the mere sight of him.

If there was one thing about Sunwoo that you hated the most, it's that he’s far too attractive for his own good.

He stood only a few feet behind you, spinning the keys to his McLaren around one finger while the other hand was shoved deep into the pockets of his faded leather pants. The breeze of the night time hair tousled his curly hair and the collar of his black dress shirt that was dangerously close to being one unbutton one too many times. “Did you just get here?”

You wanted to punch him, you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck until he couldn’t breathe anymore. Yet here comes that distinctive gasoline and cologne that makes your heart do its own race. “Yeah.”

Sunwoo let the keys twirl around his finger for a little while longer before they fall in his palm, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he points forward. “So Eric hasn’t even given you the rundown of the place? Well we gotta do that before we get to the main attraction of today!”

“The main attraction?” You question, inhaling the entirety of his smell and nearly going weak at the knees. You know the gasoline scent is something that all the street racers held but… his was just too strong for you to handle.

“Sunwoo is making his own unofficial race,” Eric explained, slowing his pace so that he could keep up with the both of you. “It’s just us and a couple of friends that’ll be there in the race so no need to worry about onlookers and bets placed on our names. It’s just all in some good fun!”

“And let’s not forget the real reason that I’m doing all of this,” Sunwoo stated, flicking your forehead in the middle of his sentence, “proving to you that my little street racing hobby isn’t going to stop us from being friends, isn’t that right Y/N?”

“Get off of me,” you finally hissed, shoving the boy off of you to finally get a breath of air that wasn’t poisoned with his presence. The boy only laughed at your reaction before giving you a serious tour of Thrill Ride.

It wasn’t serious per se— more like a quick rundown of what each floor is for.

The first floor acted as a lobby for all visitors and drivers. They’d watch one of the races that were being held at the Thrill Ride or sign up to partake in their events. There was a section somewhere on the first floor behind a desk where people would sign the contracts to keep Thrill Ride a secret and become drivers like Sunwoo and Eric, but that spot on the first floor wasn’t as frequented as the rest.

The second floor was for the visitors who liked to gamble on the races, it gave them a birds eye view of the drivers below before the races started so they could place their bets on who they thought would win. Eric advised you to never walk through the second floor doors, the gamblers tend to be slimy with their tactics to take advantage of others. Sunwoo also mentioned they don’t really respect the driver’s they are betting on either.

The third floor was like a smaller and less grand Prism Prix, a simple bar with some chairs scattered around with led lights wrapped around the perimeter of the walls. It wasn’t active now, but when the more popular drivers would get into races this would be where ‘after parties’ were often held. Not something you’d be interested in because of your avid hatred for too much noise.

And finally, the fourth floor of the building was used for sponsors of the drivers. They’d fund the street racers with whatever money they had so that they could afford those wild modifications and expensive cars that always end up on the street— for example: Sunwoo’s McLaren Spider and, ironically, the Jaguar that caused the crash a few weeks ago.

“Now let me introduce you to my people,” Sunwoo started, alluding to the group that had driven up to the pub the other day. “I would say that they don’t bite but… they can get a little rowdy at times, you remember those boys that were approaching me at the Prism Prix? That’s them.”

“Wait? That was you sitting next to him?” Eric shouted, though you heavily ignored his voice in order to save yourself from the embarrassment. It wasn’t going to last for long though, you were going to walk straight into the lion’s den meeting the rest of his friend group.

You pushed the doors open to be greeted by the moon’s weak glow and dim stars illuminated a man made path settled down under your feet. On either side of you was a set of shiny bleachers stacked high up against the walls of Thrill Ride in order to harbor people.

There was a similar man made path that was wider than the one you were standing on, tire markings engraved in the ground never to hold green grass again. You assumed this was the ‘track’ that they used before pulling over onto the asphalt streets and entering the city again.

“Sunwoo!” The trio turned their heads to see a group parked on the sideline of the track, waving their hands in the air to catch the boy’s attention.

“Y/N, meet my other friends,” he started, “the guy with the Corvette Stingray is Juyeon, ford mustang is Younghoon, Mercedes is Jacob, and that nice looking silver Porsche is—“

“Chanhee?!” You recognize in a heartbeat, watching as the boy choked on a lollipop in his mouth and turned away to cough. The window of the Porsche rolled down slowly to reveal Changmin sitting in the passenger seat.

“Oh, Y/N… what are you doing here?”

You stutter harshly as you try to formulate a sentence barely able to comprehend the situation as you walk up to their car only. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here! Is— is this why you are always invited to the Prism Prix? And is this why you were unnerved by the crash with the Jaguar?”

“Hey, don’t lump me in with him!” Changmin frowned, slowly rolling the window up so you couldn’t reach your hand in there and pull him out yourself. “I drive a Honda Civic, Y/N, that thing cost me too much to risk wrecking it for a joyride! But I have watched a few races, but only because Chanhee participated in it.”

When you turned your frustration glare to Chanhee, he only shrugged his shoulders and took the lollipop out of his mouth. “I raced a little bit… but it’s not often you know? Just a little fun every once and awhile! And I’m here because Younghoon invited me to watch.”

“Wow… how nice of you to pin the blame on a stranger,” the said boy laughed, rhythmically tapping the hood of his red vehicle before glancing toward Sunwoo. “I like this one, fiery and matches your energy!”

“Is there anyone else in this group that I know that I should know about?” You demanded, watching as Sunwoo and Eric fumbled their words and threw out whatever names they could think of.

A classmate you used to know well in high school, Hyunjae, also participated as a racer every so often but it wasn’t frequent that they’d ever see him around.

They threw the name Sangyeon out there as well, but you didn’t know exactly who that was. They told you he was another person with the same pay grade as Chanhee and that’s all the information you needed to know. He was clearly out of your tax bracket for you to ever meet him.

There was Kevin, who was a friend of Jacob’s, that you had offhandedly heard the name of whenever Changmin was talking about his friends outside of you. Ironically, Kevin was also the original owner of the Jaguar from the news report but it wasn’t him who was driving the car before the crash on the street.

Finally there was Haknyeon, who was close to the two boys you had met prior, but didn’t really race like they did. He was more like… Eric and Sunwoo’s voice of reason, not an active participant in their street racing shenanigans.

You slumped down onto the bleachers, so much information to take in and not enough willpower to process it all. Your head was going to be pounding for the next week now that you know so much and you couldn’t even talk to it outside of the Thrill Ride because that stupid contract!

Granted, you never signed one so you could talk about it if you wanted but now that Chanhee and Changmin were involved with Thrill Ride you felt an obligation to keep their secret.

“So…,” Sunwoo began, sitting on one of the bleachers a step above you. “Are you still up for me to prove my worth to you or do you want me to take you back home?”

“And get in that crazy death machine? I’d rather listen to all the noise in the world then do that,” you snided, not in the mood for any more games with this Thrill Ride group. Who would have known that all this time you had connections to street racers right under your nose?

If you were thinking about not getting involved with any more street racers beside Sunwoo, you no longer had any choice in the matter since fate seemed to have other plans.

“Then, I could have Eric take you home,” he reconsidered, “I don’t know if you want to be in the car with your friends in the Porsche over there, so that’s a better option than me taking you. And if Eric annoyed you on the way here I can always have Jacob take you instead. He’s much nicer and calmer than either of us—“

“It’s fine, Sunwoo,” you interrupted him, spinning around on the bench to look up at him. “Thank you for looking out for me but it's whatever. It's just… a lot to take in at once. I don’t wanna waste this whole thing you’ve set up just because I’m frustrated.”

He nodded his head slowly, though there was still a hint of concern. “You sure? I can always reschedule this whole thing, it's nothing serious.”

“I’m sure,” you promise, “let’s just get this over with while I’m here.”

“Alright then,” Sunwoo stood up from his place on the bleacher jumping down each individual step to get a few seats lower than you and reaching his hand out to you, “you ready to get this show on the road?”

You rolled your eyes at him before taking his hand in yours, a gasp involuntarily coming from you when he yanked on your hand to pull you down to him with a mischievous grin. “First things first, you have to get in the car with me.”

“Huh?”

The mischievous catlike smile spread across his face as he flagged down Juyeon and Younghoon, not letting go of your hand as he dragged you over to them. “The plan is for you to get in the car with me and sit in that passenger seat the entire time to watch how I can not only win a race but also be extremely careful about my driving skills.”

Juyeon whistled as the two of you came over, leaning up against the Corvette Stingray’s door, “those are bold words that are coming out of your mouth. Are you sure you can win and be careful at the same time?”

“Yeah!” Jacob piqued up, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. “Did you know that Sunwoo is actually one of the most reckless drivers in Thrill Ride? It's his brand, that’s why we call him the wildfire driver!”

“Quit it,” the boy hissed, shooing Jacob away from the scene before he could do anymore damage.

It was already too late, your thoughts were filled with the nearly traumatizing memories of Sunwoo’s life threatening driving from the Prism Prix. If he wasn’t being nearly as reckless there as he usually is, what was that to say about this upcoming race he was making you sit in on.

The area slowly starts to spin around you, the anxiety of the drive chewing at your stomach and forcing you to sit back down. “I’m going to die… this boy is digging my grave at this point.”

“No, I am not digging your grave,” he countered, grabbing a hold of your shoulders and standing you upright before you could collapse to the ground. “Jacob was just teasing you, you’re going to be just fine. Plus, we made it extra safe by making it so I was racing against Juyeon and Younghoon instead of random strangers! That way I’ll feel less compelled to dust them once the race starts.”

How was that supposed to make you feel any better about your situation?

“Alright hold your horses there, loverboy,” Younghoon sneered, nudging his elbow into Sunwoo’s side. “How about we stop the trash talk and get on the road, huh?”

“Lover—?” By the time Sunwoo turned around to him the boy had already slid into his mustang to retreat and take his place on the road. Juyeon did the same, laughing at the two of them and bidding you a rather mocking good luck as he disappeared into the black of his Corvette.

“Don’t get nervous Y/N,” Eric reassured you, gesturing to Changmin and Chanhee who were having at you through the front window of that sickly silver Porsche you were still made about. ‘They like my cars’ your ass. “We’ll make sure nothing happens, if you’re really that scared just remember that your friends are here waiting for you when the race is over and I’ll be tailing the group so they don't get into any red and blue trouble.”

“That’s makes me feel better by like a singular percent,” you confessed, but still give him the best smile you could muster. Too bad it looked more like a grimace than a smile though.

“Good luck!” Your heart sank deep within the bellows of your chest as Sunwoo grabbed ahold of your arm and dragged you away to his monstrous McLaren, silently hoping that the universe would give you the strength to handle the race between the three boys. Yet the moment the scissor doors of the McLaren flew up to let you in, any sort of strength you had left in your body had been sapped away.

“Have you ever thought about making this car less.. scary? Just looking at it makes me nauseous.” You frowned, falling straight into the leather seats with a sense of familiarity.

Sunwoo thought about it for a second before turning to you and gesturing toward the glowing orange lights when he placed the keys into the ignition, “But that’s the whole reason I added the orange leds? Do you want me to put a little bobble head on the glove compartment? Or maybe you want some fuzzing dice hanging from the rear view mirror?”

“I want you to shut up and drive,” you bite back, your hands shooting out to latch onto the seat belt and center console with a vice grip.

Only a laugh left his mouth as he pulled up the car beside the Corvette and Mustang, revving their engines as loud as they could force it to taunt Sunwoo without words. He didn’t reply back with the same force though, staring straight down the road ahead of him and adjusting his hands on the wheel.

For a moment it looked like he was compelled to do the same but ultimately shook his head and prepped his foot over the gas pedal.

Jacob skipped his way in front of the cars, far too trusting that they’d avoid hitting him as he stood in the middle and raised his arms to signal the drivers. He teased them for a second, jerking his hands from the air once or twice to fake out the drivers for his own pleasure.

Though after being honked at by Younghoon, the boy threw his arms down to signal them to start and dodged as quickly as he could back onto the sidelines.

Juyeon’s Corvette was the first one to take off, kicking up dirt and covering their field of vision with a fine brown dust.

It didn’t phase Sunwoo in the slightest though, slamming his foot on the gas pedal and letting the car lurch forward from the impact as he sped right after him. “Juyeon is the biggest threat in this mock race,” he stated, his eyes darting from both the speed dial and the road to catch a glimpse of the matte black vehicle. “I think he’s like, one of the fastest racers in Thrill Ride? Of course, not compared to me though.”

“If Juyeon is one the fastest racers, then how the hell are you supposed to show me you can be careful and win at the same time,” you grit your teeth in anticipation, breathing slow and calculated breaths in order to fight the anxiety that was threatening the entire reason you were here.

Sunwoo didn’t respond to your question as he took a small turn around the manmade track, not even glazing over the trees with his spoiler. It wasn’t sharp like the ones he had done when he was in the city after the Prism Prix, but it was sharp enough to throw off Younghoon who was right on his tail.

Soon enough the boys had made their way back onto the main road, no longer constricted by the greenery around Thrill Ride. Together the cars sounded like a snarl as they bolted down the strip of road being one of few vehicles that were heading toward the city. Every so often there would be a pickup truck or Toyota car casually cruising down the road with them and it was the only time you had caught Sunwoo falling behind the rest.

He had to be a lot more careful about traversing in between the cars, slowing down his speed just enough to still keep up and ride on the tails of the cars. A curse would tumble out of his mouth every time the red mustang would zoom past him with reckless speed as it zigzagged through each car obstacle but Sunwoo always regained his original position when the others were long behind him.

The closer you got to the city, however, the more settled you got into the feel of Sunwoo’s driving. Sure there would be a moment where he accelerated without warning and it would leave you concealing a shriek of surprise but he’d always apologize for it the moment it happened.

Not to mention that once you got the stomach to look out the window it wasn’t as bad as the first time around. Sure, everything outside was still a mesh of colors and blurred to the point where you couldn’t point out a tree from a utility pole, but you had the strength to look out in the first place without having a vice grip on the door handle.

“Here’s the deal,” Sunwoo’s voice broke in your thoughts, the first real form of conversation you two have had since he had started driving, “Juyeon is fast but he’s thick in the head and will alert the police of his presence almost immediately, so if we follow behind him it’ll be dangerous for both of us.”

The warning sent shivers down your spine, not wanting to be caught up in whatever mess was bound to happen. You could still remember the exact words that came out of Sunwoo’s mouth in the middle of your argument— he drives a little recklessly once the police are involved.

“But we don’t have to follow him because I know a nice little shortcut we can take.”

“A shortcut?” You grimace at the thought, there are only so many ways this situation could falter and you don’t like any of the ideas that your mind was making up. “Like a good shortcut or a bad shortcut?”

“Good one, don’t worry. Just trust in me and everything will be fine,” he urged you, taking one hand off of the wheel and holding it out to you. When you didn’t take it immediately, hesitating in how much you wanted to put your faith into him, he smiled at you. “I mean, that’s why we are doing this in the first place, right? Getting you to trust me?”

VI.

You don’t know exactly what Sunwoo is thinking but whatever it was, it wasn't helping him win the race.

Once the two of you drove into the city, Sunwoo took a stark run to the right and left Juyeon’s Corvette charging toward the heart of the city. You took a quick look into the rear view mirror to see if Younghoon had turned to follow but he kept going straight as If he didn’t even notice the McLaren taking a detour.

He turned off the orange leds of his car as he drove down the avenue, easing up on the gas pedal and shrouding the vehicle in complete darkness. The farther through the road he went the farther you two were getting from Younghoon and Juyeon. “Sunwoo, are you sure this is a—“

He hushed you, his arm shooting out to hold you back as he glanced down an alleyway between one of the buildings to the left. The two of you went completely silent as Sunwoo stared off into the distance for a second longer, whispering in the lowest tone he could muster, “it’s easier to go through this way because there aren’t as many cop cars but, there are officers that patrol this area on foot sometimes. I have to make sure they aren’t here.”

You nodded your head in understanding, subconsciously scanning the sidewalk for any roaming officers at the same time. Ironically you were a lot more content with this situation than others, as Sunwoo could easily just step on the gas for a quick boost of speed to get away instead of driving all the way out of the city to run from an onslaught of forces.

The McLaren cruised along the road for just a second longer before Sunwoo finally picked up the speed, deeming it safe to continue through the avenue since the officers were out of sight.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Sunwoo? Like seriously,” you ask him, finally breaking the tense silence in the vehicle and leaning against the door frame. “As much as I don’t want to go through that Prism Prix situation, this feels like you’re going the longer route out of the city. Don’t you wanna win?”

“Y/N, the whole reason we are doing this right now is because you said I need to prove myself to you,” Sunwoo reminded, “would I like to win? Hell yeah, winning feels good! But I also need to keep my side of the deal with you.”

You slumped down into your seat, crossing your arms against your chest as a small huff left your lips, “well yeah but now you’ve got me invested…”

“Hm, What’s that?” He teased, leaning over the armrest to be in your personal space. “Did someone just say they are invested in street racing after saying they didn’t want to be involved with it?”

“Eyes on the road, punk,” you shoved his head away from you, forcing his face forward so he doesn’t accidentally crash the car because of ignorance. You wouldn’t care as much normally but you weren’t exactly sure if a wanted man such as himself had insurance.

“All I’m saying is that you’re a little too interested in this friendly competition right now,” Sunwoo’s singsong tone echoed through your ears as if he was right back in your ear again, causing you to shuffle as far to the right as your seat would let you. “If you want me to win, would you be okay if I did…this?”

Your shriek bounced off the walls of the McLaren as he accelerated faster than you were prepared for, only to then slam his foot on the brakes to make both of you jolt forward. “Haha, very funny.” Sunwoo’s boyish laugh replaced your scream, completely ignoring the scowls you threw at him from the side. “Try it again and I’ll start driving myself.”

“Oh, so you wanna drive?” The boy pulled over onto the curb to park, snatching his keys out of the ignition and dangling them in your face. “Go ahead, be my guest! In fact I’ll even switch sides with you—“

You stopped him the moment you caught him unbuckling his seatbelt to get up, swiftly reaching out to grab his shirt collar and sit him back down. “Are you crazy? You’re in the race dude!”

“But you said you wanted to drive the car? Go ahead, I wanna see you just try and get onto the highway in this thing.”

Your banter back and forth only increased by the second, knowing very well that there was no way Sunwoo was going to be able to catch up with Younghoon and Juyeon at this point. The two of them were probably already back at Thrill Ride wondering where their stubborn friend was at this point.

He was doing a lot of big talk before the mock race even began so who knows what was going through his friends minds right now.

“Here’s a compromise then,” he abruptly announced, though still holding the keys in his hand for you to see. You already don’t trust his words, teasing nature on full display now that you two aren’t even bothered with continuing on with his mock race. “You let me be your friend, and I won’t make you drive back to Thrill Ride. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?”

“No, the whole reason we were supposed to be doing this is because of you,” you scoffed, “Besides, I don’t even know the directions back to that place and I don’t wanna learn.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Sunwoo hummed, spinning the keys around in his finger as if he was trying to hypnotize you into doing what he asked. “I know the directions by heart, I can guide you there. It’ll be like… when you first get your driver’s permit!”

“Seriously?”

The boy nodded his head vigorously in response, “seriously. It’s your choice though! Either accept my token of friendship or do the drive of shame back to Thrill Ride. Go on, I’ll wait for an answer as long as it takes.”

VII.

“Y/N, check this out!” You dropped your dishes in the sink as your housemate’s voice called to you, careful to make sure the special plates your parents had given you wouldn’t get damaged before letting them go free. You’d hate to hear their nagging voices about how you should have been gentler if one of them broke. “Y/N, hurry up!”

“Okay, sheesh,” you groan, stepping away from the kitchen sink to step into the light living room area. You caught your housemate eagerly tapping their hand on the couch to try and reel you over like a cat, putting on their brightest and strongest puppy eyes to win you over.

With a quick few strides you slid onto their side on the cushions, your head falling onto the armrest as you gave them a skeptical glare. “What’s got you so worked up this morning? Excited that you have the day off?”

“Even better!” Your housemate answered, though hesitating for a moment and reworded their response, “well… I guess this wouldn’t really be considered better but it’s more interesting just— watch this!”

Your eyes fly over to the television screen as they press play on the remote, replaying information that you swore you could have heard earlier in the morning before you had breakfast. Admittedly you’ve started closing your door so that their volume problem wouldn’t bother you as badly in the morning so it was rather muffled.

“I am your newscaster for today and I’m being news live from your local news channel.” The woman began, the familiar voice and appearance of the newscaster resonating in your mind. “Breaking news this morning on this sunny day, police have reported there to be an accident on the road near the heart of our city.”

Both of you gasped at the video pulled up on screen, your skin crawling with goosebumps and shivers. There were two cars that collided straight into the back of each other at an intersection, windows blown and pieces of the vehicles thrown all over the street. In front of the cars were the black skid marks of tires, leading to another car laying battered and bruised as it laid there upside down with its roof completely caved in.

There was one last car, which arguably had the worst effect in your mind, that was sitting in the doorway of a small chain store’s entrance. It has yellow caution tape surrounding the area as police stood by on watch and onlookers peered as closely as they could to the wreck.

Your housemate started to turn the volume of the television up, their bad habit preserving in the strangest of moments as you both leaned in close to hear the explanation that was due.

“Tragic strikes once again as street racing continues to ravage our city. A fatal multiple vehicle collision injured two and killed three, officers say the owners of the Nissan and Mustang had been caught on the cameras speeding through the streets before inevitably crashing into each other.”

“In broad daylight?” Your housemate scoffed, leaning back onto the couch in disbelief. “The nerve of some people, did their parents not teach them anything?”

You weren’t listening. You were far too busy scanning the screen for the Mustang with your heart beating in your chest and drowning out every external noise that came along with it. You didn’t know cars and their models very well but you did remember that Sunwoo’s friend, Younghoon, owned a red mustang.

The television screen slowly panned out to a closer look of the beginning of the crash, showing officers patrolling the surrounding area and the cars that laid there as evidence. You finally let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when you realized that the Mustang on screen wasn’t the shiny red vehicle of Younghoon.

“Y/N?” Your housemate’s voice cracked through your skull and you turned to her with a disoriented smile on your face. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course I am,” you lied, trying to settle yourself back down into reality. “You were saying something about uh… the drivers, right?”

Your housemate’s facial expression didn’t change, giving you the hardest stare that you were sure they might start peering deep into your soul. Eventually they turned the volume of the television down before throwing the remote on the ground and turning on the couch to face you completely. “Okay, I think it’s about time we had this talk. I didn’t want to but I think… I think it’s time.”

You chuckled at their choice of words, getting more comfortable in your seat as you responded, “oh really? And what exactly do we need to talk about?”

“There’s this… weird vibe around you lately, something I can’t quite put my finger on.” They admitted, looking you up and down for a moment then nodding to themself. “Yeah it’s like something has changed about you. You’re a lot more secretive than you usually are and you’ve been coming home late a lot.”

“Excuse me? I’ve been coming home late?” You laughed, brushing off their concerns with ease. “How would you know that? When I get off work you’re always knocked out dead in that mattress.”

“That’s where you’re wrong! I’ve been staying up late recently, at least till ten at night!” Your housemate sounded so proud of themself for this achievement and you couldn’t lie if you said you weren’t a little impressed.

However your housemate goes to sleep at nine thirty every day, so it was only a thirty minute difference. You get home from work at twelve. “That’s not important though, what’s important is that I’ve been waking up in the night because I can’t sleep recently, and every time I do it’s been because you’re just coming back at like… three in the morning!”

You thought to yourself in a moment, piecing together your housemate’s claims and your recent schedule for the past several weeks and… she’s not wrong. You have been getting home late recently, and it’s been getting later and later every day.

And then it clicked for you. “You’ve been seeing a boy haven’t you? That’s why you’ve been coming late and won’t tell me where you’ve been going! Oh, you cheeky little thing! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you denied, jumping up from your comfy spot on the couch to retreat to your room. “You must be delusional right now, go drink some water before you go to work.”

Your housemate cut you off in a flash, clambered their way in front of you to block your eyes through the door. “I’m off work today, but you've dressed up decently this morning.” They smirked, leaning up against your door frame to full body block your escape route. “I can see it on your face, you’ve been hanging around a boy and it’s not Changmin and Chanhee. You never get like this when we talk about them. So fess up! Who is it? Do you like him?”

“Woah! You’re getting ahead of yourself there, aren’t you!” You exclaimed, feeling your ears begin to burn like firewood at their sudden accusation. “I’m not… I’m not seeing a boy and I don’t like anyone, you understand me?”

And then your phone pings behind both of you in the doorway.

After a few moments, it starts to ring as well.

Shit. “Stop it!”

Both of you go darting into your room like a bullet, pushing and scratching each other in an attempt to reach first. Your housemate nearly snatched your phone up in their sticky hands, letting a scream of victory leave their lips just before you snatch your phone back in the middle of their celebration. Before they could even react you elbowed them in the stomach, just for good measure that they didn’t try and attack you right after.

You gave your notifications a quick glance over as the phone hung up on itself, checking if it was exactly what both of you thought it was.

And there it is in all of its glory— Sunwoo’s contact number.

As your housemate recovered from their loss you walked up to the window and peered through the curtains, getting blinded by the sun’s rays before catching sight of that familiar black McLaren parked on the curb of your apartment. The curly haired driver stood outside of his vehicle, patiently swinging back and forth on his heels as he waited.

His timing truly was something else.

“Alright well, I’m glad we had this chat and it’s so nice to know you care about me,” you call out to your housemate, shoving your phone in your pants pocket and scurrying to the door before they could respond. “But I’ve got to be going now, I’ll see you tonight!”

“Y/N—“ you don’t hear the rest of their sentence as you practically start booking it down the stairs of your apartment building as fast as your legs could take you. Your housemate could very well get up and start chasing you down if they wanted and you weren’t going to risk the chance.

Once you break through the entrance of your building’s lobby you catch Sunwoo’s face turning bright with stars in his eyes, opening his mouth to greet you as he usually does. “No time to talk! Get in that car first and drive. Fast!”

“What? But I can’t do that in daylight—“ the driver didn’t get to finish his sentence once you start shoving him toward the McLaren, your urgency to get out of your housemate's sight taking priority over everything else. You send him flying into the driver seat as you open the scissor doors for him— lucky that his car was already unlocked when you got there —and then slide into the passenger seat after him.

You let yourself finally breathe once you’re in Sunwoo’s car, the adrenaline that was pumping in your system starting to relax now that you were out of danger. Who knows what could have happened if your housemate saw the boy’s contact in your phone? What would have happened if they had even seen him outside the apartment? It was too much for your stressed brain to comprehend.

“So… you gonna explain what all that was about?” He asked, eyeing you for a moment as he began to start driving significantly slower than usual. “I mean I didn’t even get a hello! I would have thought you had the cops chasing you or something.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you shook your head, trying to ease back into your natural flow. Though something just felt off, not about you but about Sunwoo.

You didn’t know if you were just hallucinating or not so you decided to ignore it. “I am going to ask you to explain what’s up with this whole hangout thing though? I thought we could only do stuff at night so it would be easier to hide the car?”

“Ah, about that,” he coughed, one hand on the steering wheel as the other played with a curl that hung in front of his lashes. “I thought you would have liked it if we hung out during the daytime instead of just being at Thrill Ride at night. That’s what people normally do, right?”

“Well… yeah, I guess,” you shrugged. You had gotten so used to only seeing Sunwoo at night that the thought of him being around in daylight was odd. It felt like it wasn’t something that was meant to happen, like it was a glitch in the matrix that he was even here.

But there was already something off about him that you couldn’t quite place yet. “What about the police though? They know what your car looks like. If someone sees it they’ll definitely report it.”

“Fake tags and license,” Sunwoo proudly answered, “and the orange leds won’t come on either. Gotta thank Jacob for that one, he’s a slick genius. Plus! They don’t even know what my face looks like so it’ll be difficult to just—“

“—I got it! It’s the gasoline, you don’t smell like gasoline,” you interrupted without thought, figuring out what was so weird about him. “What happened to your gasoline smell? You always smelled like gasoline and cologne.”

“Did you… do you know how I smell exactly every time we hang out?”

“Huh?”

You just said that out loud. Without thinking. With Sunwoo right beside you. In his car.

“Yeah— I mean, no! But like sometimes? I’m not trying to be weird! You just—!”

“Smell weird?”

“Yes! … I mean no!” You’re falling into pieces, your head crumbling by the second as you try to recover this conversation as quickly as possible. You didn’t mean to say that for him to hear it was supposed to be a thought that stayed in your head! But here you are, blurting out things without thinking about it first.

“You do smell weird but like… in a good way? I mean who doesn’t like the smell of gasoline am I right! … I mean I like it! But in a normal way like a normal person would of course!”

You let your head fall into your hands and let out a soundless scream, your ears running beet red and your eyes unable to meet his. How could you have fumbled this badly?

“Pfft—“ Sunwoo bursted into a fit of laughter, barely able to keep himself sitting still with his hands on the steering wheel in his seat as tears threatened to leave his eyes. Your mouth curved into a deep frown as his giggles bounced against the McLaren’s walls, peering through the crevices of your hands to see his face. He was almost turning red in the face, struggling to catch his breath in between each laugh.

“Why are you laughing at me!” You shout, the embarrassing tipping over the edge. It would have been bad if he had given you a negative reaction to your outburst, but laughing at you was an entirely different level of horrible! “It’s not funny, stop laughing, you caught me off guard!”

Sunwoo wiped the tears from his eyes, rubbing his hands against his cheeks from smiling so much to soothe the aching. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve ever had someone tell me to my face like… I smell like gasoline.” He stretched the fabric of his hoodie, giving it a quick look down before turning to you with a smaller grin on his lips.

“But I’ve also never had anyone tell me that they liked the smell either.”

“Really? But all of the street racers have this really gasoline smell, some more potent than others,” you explained, “I noticed it when I went to Prism Prix there was a group of people that smelled like that but yours was just a lot more potent than others… plus the cologne’s smell? It was just a lot easier to notice. So when you don’t smell like those two things combined it throws me off.”

“Good to know, I just changed into clothes I don’t usually wear since I’d be out with civilians,” he noted your observation in his head, probably something he could keep in mind for future reference. There was a possibility that the people could notice the scent distinction between street racers as well. “Okay, my turn!”

“Your turn?” You instantly repeated.

“I’ll tell you what you smell like! Since you told me what I smell like it’s only fair that I do the same back.”

You shook your head immediately, rejecting the idea while you still had the chance. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that! What I said was kind of a spur of the moment thing there’s no—“

“—too late!”

Sunwoo pulled the McLaren off the street, parking on the sidelines as the rest of the drivers went on their way. Wordlessly the boy turned sideways in his seat, staring tentatively at you as he tried to think of the proper response to the ‘game’ you two were playing. You waited for him to speak first, too flustered to try and break the silence first.

And then, of course, you broke the silence first anyway. “Like I said you really don’t need to—“

“Sh, hush! I’m thinking.” The boy interrupted.

You could almost see the gears in his brain twisting and turning as he tried to come up with something just as you had. You don’t exactly blame him for having such a hard time trying to figure out how kind of scent you have off because, to your knowledge, you don’t.

People have never commented on if you had a distinct smell or not and when they did it’s because you had put on something beforehand to smell that way. That’s simply how life worked at times.

“I got it!” Sunwoo decided, snapping his fingers together and laying back in the seat to relax. A content smile on his face grew as he pointed to you, “you smell like strawberries. But specifically like… strawberries and sugar. I guess you can say it’s a bit like candy, I guess! I had to think about it for a second because there was this one really specific smell I got off you one day and I just couldn’t figure it out at first.

So to Sunwoo, you smelled like strawberries and sugar. To you, Sunwoo smelled like gasoline and cologne. What an odd combination of things to put together. You wondered if anyone else could smell it too and how strange the two seemed together. They were two completely different aromas and yet they were mingling with each other consistently. You couldn’t help that it got you thinking.

Wait… strawberries and sugar?

“Hold on. Sunwoo,” you pointed, grabbing a strand of your hair and taking a quick whiff of it. Then it finally hits you, “that's the scent of the shampoo I use.”

VIII.

“Y/N, please we’ve been over this a million times already.” Chanhee groaned, dodging every single question you threw at him. He even placed his hand in between the passenger and driver’s seat so that you wouldn’t stick your head through the free space to be in the front seat with them.

“Why not! You’ve got to stop being lame and tell me at least a little bit about your time as a street racer!” You complained, sliding down the back of Changmin's seat while he drove the boy’s lavish Porsche.

It was something that Chanhee let him do from time to time, letting Changmin get a quick taste of the prosperous life that the boy lived. The only rule was that the boy would have to come to Chanhee’s aid and pick him up whenever he desired as payment for letting him borrow the car. A small price to pay for luxury experience.

“You should tell her Chanhee,” the boy agreed, his eyes still on the road but his ears opened wide to the conversation the two of you were having. “I mean it’s not like she’s going to tattle on you for street racing, she’s kept the secret for long enough. Plus you’ve got some pretty decent stories to tell if I can recall…”

“You should,” you urged him, your hands swinging off the headrest of his seat in anticipation. “You witnessed a bunch of Chanhee’s races. I'm sure there’s one that you can remember that stuck out to you.

Changmin thought for a moment until his eyes began to sparkle with remembrance. “You know I do remember this one thing! It was one of Chanhee’s first races with Thrill Ride and he—“

“No! Stop it— stop talking!” The boy shouted, voice waning into a desperate whine as he tried to reveal his secrets. “If you’re going to talk about my life, at least talk about me in a cool light! That one wasn’t even cool!” His face slowly turned red with embarrassment, raising a frustrated fist at Changmin in retaliation.

“If you don’t want Changmin to say something embarrassing,” you urged, sliding over onto Chanhee’s side of the car to put a threatening hand on his shoulder. He swatted your hand away in an instant as a sign of defiance to your manipulation. “You should just tell us yourself! Come on dude, what are you so afraid of? We’re friends.”

“You two are so unbearable.” Chanhee groaned, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn around and face you sitting in the backseat. He rested his arm on Changmin’s seat, his regrets flashing across his face for a moment but ultimately wiping them off with a face full of annoyance. “Alright, you want a story? Fine. Here’s a story.”

You clapped your hands like a child at the boy’s sudden rowdiness, always down for when Chanhee ditched the innocent act every time you got on his nerves. You made yourself comfortable in the backseat, standing up straight and attentive to make sure Chanhee knew he had your eyes and ears.

“It was one of my first races,” he admitted, “I had just gotten into Thrill Ride as a hobby because a certain someone said he liked my car—“

“It was Younghoon!” Changmin exposed, laughing when Chanhee retaliated quickly and punched him in the shoulder. The car swerved for a moment once he lost concentration, the entire trio letting out gasps and shrieks at the thought of a crash happening while on the road.

Thankfully Changmin was quick enough to adapt to their circumstance instead of sitting there shocked. He spun the steering wheel once to straight up the wheels, the Porsche screeching slightly as he changed the momentum without time to prepare. The entire group took a moment to catch their breaths, driving slowly along the asphalt road and letting any nearby drivers pass them along the way.

“Nice save,” you finally perked up, the hair on your neck finally settling down just as your heart rate began to relax. “We could have gotten into a wreck.”

“This wouldn’t have been a problem if Chanhee didn’t decide to hit the driver!” Changmin hissed, though it slowly devolved into a high pitched scream when the boy threatened him again. If he kept messing with him, his life wouldn’t be the only thing he’d be losing once Chanhee was done with him.

“As I was saying,” Chanhee continued again, clearly his throat as he tried to remember what exactly he was talking about again. “It was one of my first races after I had been roped into it by you know who and it was up against some unknown guy in Thrill Ride. We probably had the same skill level since he was relatively new as well.”

“I think I remember this one. It was some race for drivers to gain a sponsor so they could up their ranks in Thrill Ride, right? And Younghoon just threw you into the bracket because it didn’t matter if you won or lost that race.”

You nodded in understanding, remembering the explanation you had received from Sunwoo and Eric when you first went to Thrill Ride. The sponsors helped the racers with their funds, the only requirement that needed to be fulfilled was that the racers win whatever races they’ve been placed in.

It makes sense that they have to impress a sponsor first before getting someone who would dedicate their income to them.

Chanhee, though, didn’t need a sponsor to help him purchase cars and modify them to his needs. The boy had his own source of income and was well off on his own without needing outside help. So to him, that race must have felt like every race he’s been doing since.

“I guess whoever the sponsor was popular or something,” he shrugged, “because everyone was eager to win and resorted to dirty tactics in order to win. Of course as the resident newbie at the time I didn’t know that it was allowed and paid for the ignorance. That stranger’s car? Slammed straight into my car and almost totaled the whole thing.”

“You, of all the people, got into an accident? And I didn't even notice it happened?”

The boy slumped back into the passenger seat, “the whole Thrill Ride thing was new to me so I couldn’t just say ‘hey I just got hit by a car in an illegal street race!’. Plus, you know I’ve got the funds to get a new car. Why do you think I drive this Porsche around now?”

“Barely drive it around. This car is basically mine! You only use this thing when we are at Thrill Ride.”

“Really?” You quickly spoke, scrambling back up to the middle of the front seat and taking a quick look around.

It looked nothing like Eric or Sunwoo’s cars and wreaked with the aura of wasted money but you could work with it. “I’m going to assume this is the newest model so… would you ever let me drive?”

The laugh that tumbled out of Chanhee’s mouth took you off guard, an offended glare flashing across your face as he struggled to get a hold of himself. “You? Driving? That’s the funniest thing I think you’ve ever said!”

“What’s so funny about me driving?” You spoke through clenched teeth, taking a couple slow breaths so you didn’t let the frustration get to your head. “It’s not like I don’t have my license, I even got my permit when I was sixteen!”

“That’s the thing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drive,” Chanhee explained, covering half of his face to keep his expressions as minimal as possible. It wasn’t really helping, however, since you could hear his low giggles he was trying to suppress. “I can’t even imagine you standing next to a steering wheel!”

“I have driven before though!” You defended, frantically searching for a reason they haven’t seen you drive before. It didn’t help that Changmin was finally pulling into Thrill Ride, filled to the brim with car enthusiasts.

Chanhee left the Porsche without a word, only a smirk curved onto his innocent looking face. “Hey, listen to me when I’m talking to you! I have a real reason and everything!”

Your nearly one sided bickering continued as the group approached the entrance of Thrill Ride, onlookers watching as you made a fool of yourself trying to explain yourself. Chanhee barely reacted to any of what you were doing, taking long strides to try and leave you behind him and your words going through one ear and out the other.

Changmin, the poor boy, followed behind the two of you in a rush. He apologized to the people you and Chanhee almost barreled through during your quarrel, flashing his kind and apologetic smile before rushing to catch up again.

“Fine, if you’re so dead set on trying to convince me that you can drive,” Chanhee groaned, rolling his eyes at your unnerving persistence once the group was in the main lobby of Thrill Ride, “maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you drive my car one day.”

“Come on, man! I don’t need a maybe, I need an immediate and clear yes! You’re literally—“

“Sh! You! Keep your voice down!” Eric appeared from what felt like the corner of your eye, snaking his hand to your head and lowering you under the fabric of his jacket. Every time you opened your mouth to question his actions the boy would hush you and look around the room like someone was watching, paranoia radiating off of him with intense strength.

“You look like you’re going to kidnap Y/N,” Chanhee commented, reaching his hand out to uncover you and rescue you from the predicament. “What’s going on?”

Eric refused to release you, ultimately taking off the jacket as a whole and throwing it on top of you. “Code red, Sunwoo is in trouble and Y/N being seen in this building could possibly worsen the situation. Jacob told me to hide you if you came.”

“He’s in trouble?” You piped up, throwing the boy’s hood over your head once you understood.

The boy said no more and quickly ushered the three of you away from the entrance, following the instructions given to him as closely as he possibly could. He waited for a moment once the group made it across the first floor, glancing around for any suspicious looking people and keeping your head low to the ground. Once he deemed it save he opened the door for you all and urged you out.

You could see the blue Mercedes that Jacob owned parked a little ways off from where you were, the boy’s head turned away from the four of you and seemingly talking to some who sat in the passenger seat of his vehicle. Someone else approached him with Juyeon by his side, his arms crossed and a frown etched across his face in clear frustration.

Whatever the conversation was, it seemed serious. What exactly did Sunwoo do anyway? And why were you involved in it? Sure you hang out with Sunwoo but not enough to witness his fits of mischief every once and awhile! You made sure of that.

“Jacob. Jacob! We’ve got a situation over here!”

The driver looked back at the sound of his name, blinking once or twice before registering that Eric was one who was calling him. He shot him an instinctive smile toward him before realizing you were being pushed toward him and the light in his eyes began to fade.

“So… would anyone like to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you what’s going on!” An unfamiliar voice answered. A boy with hair the color of porcelain peered his head out of the car window, his glasses sitting at the tip of his nose as he took a quick glance at you.

He stopped for a moment to wave a cheerful hand at Changmin— letting you know that this might have been the Kevin you’ve heard about— then continued his sentence. “Mr. Loverboy got himself in trouble with the bosses and now he’s paying the price. Should have just stayed alone like the rest—“

Jacob pushed the boy’s head back into the car, his innocent smile ridden with a deep sense of annoyance as he kept Kevin out of the conversation. “Sunwoo’s sponsors called him up to the fourth floor today over something that happened a few days ago. We didn’t get very many details on what the problem was, only that it was serious and it might involve you.”

“Involve me? But what could I have even done?” Anxiety bubbling up at the bottom of your stomach as you listened to their explanation. “The only thing I remember about the last few days is hanging out with him and working. I have no time to even try and get him in trouble.”

“The only thing we can hope for right now is that his sponsors give him a warning and let him off easy,” Juyeon shrugged, his eyes darting toward the fourth floor of Thrill Ride for a moment and then returning to give the group his attention. “The sponsors have a lot more power than you’re led to believe.”

“And who are his sponsors?”

“Chariot,” the boy beside Juyeon answered for you, his hands now deep in his hair and softly tugging on the strands in irritation.

“They’re the sponsors that are most known here— they give out the most money to the drivers they put under their wing. The problem is that they handle their sponsees is so ruthlessly that most people don’t have will to stay with them. Sunwoo unfortunately thinks he’s able to handle it and has been signed with them forever.” Despite the words that came out of his mouth, the boy seemed more concerned over Sunwoo’s recklessness than the possible punishment he was going to face.

“I remember now!” Changmin gasped, clapping his hands together in recognition when he heard the sponsors name. “Chariot! Chariot is the name of the sponsor Chanhee’s first race was for! He got his car totaled for Chariot!”

Chanhee’s hands quickly flew over Changmin’s mouth, nearly suffocating the boy as he dragged him away from the group. “Woah there! You really, really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut.”

You all watched as the two disappeared back into the Thrill Ride building, watching as Changmin tried to save himself before ultimately succumbing to Chanhee’s wrath.

“Anyway,” Juyeon continued on, not even batting an eye at your friends. “Sunwoo doesn’t get in trouble often though… at least not with his sponsors. I think this is actually the first time this has happened? So I’d like to think that everything will be fine.”

“I love the optimism,” Kevin managed to get in, pushing his hand against Jacob’s to keep him at bay. “But! Chariot also drove Younghoon away from them so this could be Sunwoo’s breaking point. You never know what could happen to a person.”

“Sunwoo’s not like that,” the boy declined immediately, shaking his head no as vigorously as he could. The way he worried and jumped to the driver’s defense solidified that this was probably Haknyeon you were talking to, since Eric didn’t seem like giving the introduction that was due. “He’s too stubborn to let something like this make him drop out. If anything he’ll just be upset for a while.”

“And what do we do if it involves the loverboy’s… uh… sidekick?”

All four of them turned their heads to you, their expressions unreadable as they debated on the question at hand. You looked toward Eric for any sort of help or support, but he was looking at you just as they were. Though, his expression was filled with a little more panic and confusion than the others. The boy tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve.

“Okay then!” You exclaimed, an exasperated sigh leaving you before looking back at the drivers in front of you. “Listen, I’m innocent in whatever is going on right now okay? The most I've ever done with Sunwoo is sit in his car while he drove around and watched, like what, One race with him? We barely do anything outside of that!”

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah?” You responded, slowly beginning to second guess yourself as the interrogation went on. “Sometimes we might sit outside or hang around a store or too, but that’s because he specifically said that nobody would recognize him. Trust me, if he was recognizable outside of that car we wouldn’t be going anywhere.”

“Hey, Y/N! I didn’t know you were here, did you smell the gasoline to know I’d be here today too?” You nearly got whiplash from turning your head so fast, the sight of Sunwoo pushing the doors open to the track piecing together in your head. The savior to your attempts of clearing your name.

Though after coming back from speaking with his sponsors, Sunwoo didn’t seem upset. There wasn’t a lick of worry, frustration, or uneasiness written across his face. All he gave you was his goofy shining smile and his teasing tone you had gotten so used to seeing.

It left the entire group wondering: what did Chariot say? What was their problem?

Because it clearly wasn’t bothering him at all.

“What are you talking about?” The boy questioned, hooking his arm around Eric’s neck as he settled back into his daily life. The boy choked and nearly crumbled under Sunwoo’s weight, wrestling with him to free himself but not quite getting loose just yet. “It seemed important with all of you huddled around together.”

“We were just talking about how I’m not your little sidekick,” you told him, looking at the group of boys from the corner of your eye to make sure they agreed. They nodded their heads vigorously in response, giving Sunwoo crooked smiles and quick thumbs up to back up your claims.

It’s not like you were wrong per se, you just wanted to see if Sunwoo would tell everyone what Chariot wanted from him on his own

Sunwoo let go of Eric after a moment, letting him tumble to the ground after losing the one thing he was putting all of his weight into. “My little sidekick? What— do you think it’s an insult to be my partner in crime?”

Kevin’s muddled giggled caught you off guard, unable to direct your frustration at him or Sunwoo. “Partner in crime? Are you— what?” You scoffed, “when have I ever, and I mean ever, given off the feeling that I’d be your partner in crime?”

“All of my friends are my partners in crime.” He explained, nodding to Eric and Haknyeon who only gave you a knowing smile. “There’s no way you decided to be my friend without thinking you wouldn’t be in my trouble, did you?”

“So what’s the dynamic? Bonnie and Clyde?” Kevin spoke, his fits of giggles finally breaking out into a full blown laughter. Jacob tried to save you from the distress as he opened the passenger seat and profusely apologized in his stead, mumbling something to his friend and trying to get him to calm down.

“I mean,” Sunwoo began, leaning down to whisper as quietly as he possibly could to you, “do you want the dynamic to be Bonnie and Clyde?”

“What happened with your sponsors? With Chariot?” You finally blurted, pushing all attention off of both of you and fully onto him instead. The boy stood there stunned for a second, taken back by your sudden question and not exactly sure how to answer. “I heard from Eric— you got in trouble or something?”

Sunwoo craned his neck to give Eric a look, and the boy shrugged nervously. “Don’t look at me— look at Jacob! He told me to keep Y/N out of sight because you were in trouble.”

He turned to Jacob who gave him a smile as he leaned up against the now closed door to his Mercedes, Kevin putting his face up against the glass as the boy defended himself. “Haknyeon told me first, I was just looking out for Y/N while you were gone.”

The group collectively turned to Haknyeon for his answer and he simply pointed to Juyeon, who was still standing beside him. “You all are a bunch of children, you know that?” When you all nodded in understanding, he continued on, “so? What happened with Chariot. What are they mad for?”

“Oh it was nothing serious,” Sunwoo brushed off, still keeping his signature smile on his face despite his words. “Something about races, honestly I wasn’t listening to them really. I never do because they always nag about the smallest things!”

“They didn’t say anything?” Haknyeon pushed, not fully believing the words out of his mouth given Chariot’s reputation with its sponsees. “There was nothing they were talking about that we needed to know they just… called you up for no reason?”

“Yup! That’s all!” He declared, stretching his arms out with a large sigh of relief escaping his mouth and putting his hand on Juyeon’s shoulder. “Now, don’t we have a race to prepare for? Don’t want me to smoke you out on the road do you?”

“Sunwoo,” You called to him, his smile turning from Juyeon to you without a thought behind it. “Can we talk? For a quick second alone?”

“Sure, what’s—“ your hand snaked out to grab the collar of his shirt, dragging him away from the group almost wordlessly. Even when he yelped in surprise and almost tripped over his own two feet, you didn’t look back to back to check on him. You continued to march down the path to the doors Thrill Ride and pulled both of you through.

Changmin and Chanhee saw you as you entered the building, waving their hands and calling your name to get your attention. Though when they realized you weren’t exactly in a casual conversation mood they stopped.

They stood in the background as you and Sunwoo approached the stairwell of the building and disappeared inside.

“Alright fess up,” you demand, swinging the boy around so that he would be standing in front of you. The stairwell was empty, only leaving the two of you as its inhabitants for the moment, but you could still hear muffled conversations from the floors above. It specifically came from the second floor since that’s where the gamblers resided, cheering and groaning at their cash won and cash lost.

Thankfully it wasn’t enough to side track your conversation. “What’s up with Chariot? What’d they tell you?”

“Are you serious Y/N?” Sunwoo groaned, rolling his eyes at your attempt at a private investigation. “Like I said, it was nothing serious! Just something about races and— Ow! What was that for?”

You shook your wrist after flicking his forehead as hard as you could muster, threatening to do it again once he recovered. “Lie to me again and it’s going to be a fist not a flick. Seriously, what’s going on?”

He opened his mouth to answer, flinching first when you raised your hand to take aim again. “How about we put the weapon away and talk this out like adults?” Sunwoo offered, grabbing your wrist and forcing it away from him as you fought back against his strength. “Down, Y/N, put it— I’ll tell you the truth, just put your hand down!”

You backed down with a satisfied grin on your face, backing away from him and giving him the floor to explain himself. Sunwoo looked both up the stairwell and through the doorway for a moment, unsure of himself before putting his hands on your shoulders. “I got caught.”

“You got caught?”

“I got caught. No, let me rephrase that. We got caught,” he confirmed. Now why was Sunwoo dragging you into his mess? You haven’t done anything incriminating that might have gotten you in trouble. “Remember when we hung out with each other during the day a few days ago?”

“God, how could I not?” You respond, getting a little nauseous just thinking about it. You were still in slight disbelief that you had let it slip that he smelled like gasoline.

“Cool! So, when I parked both at your apartment and on the side of the road, I wasn’t watching where exactly I had positioned myself and I may…” he trailed off, struggling to use the right phrasing that wouldn’t completely incriminate him.

In the end Sunwoo leaned to your ear and whispered, “I may… have gotten caught on the security cameras and someone sent it to the cops because they recognized my car?”

“What?” The scene of his gasoline and cologne couldn’t intoxicate you with their enticing effect now, even if he was that close to you. Because what he said was probably the cherry on top of the whole situation that had happened today.

First you almost get into a crash with Changmin and Chanhee, then you learn Chanhee got into a car wreck a long time ago, then there was learning about Sunwoo’s fearsome patrons, and now he has been caught on camera and the tape has been confiscated by the police?

“I don’t think they could make your face because my windows are tinted,” he reassured you, trying his best to lessen the seriousness of the situation. “But me? Who knows, they had enough time to look at the tape to know that my tags and license plate were fake now know that I come out during the daytime so they can—“

“—They can follow your car and tail you until they’re sure they can arrest you,” you finish for him, unsure of how exactly you were going to fully process the information you received. “Sunwoo, what the hell are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know!” He exclaimed, the panic finally beginning to settle in his body. Sunwoo started to pull at the curly strands of hair in his head, his hands slowly coursing through his hair as he tried to calm himself down and pacing back and forth.

“This has never happened before— the police actively catching the racers on camera,” Sunwoo explained to you, hoping you could see the severity of his situation if he explained a little better. “Chariot is pissed off and said if I get caught again and lead them here I’ll be breaking my contract. Not just with them, but with Thrill Ride entirely! They’ll drop me as if I wasn't involved with them in the first place— they won’t bail me out if I go to jail! I’m screwed!”

This is so much worse than you imagined it being. If Sunwoo was losing his composure over his circumstances, who knows what the rest of the boys could do in order to help him. What could you even do to help him?

Was there anything you could do… at all?

IX.

There wasn’t much they could do about Sunwoo’s situation. Sure, Thrill Ride had many different buildings they could run to if the police truly followed the boy to them but there were too many things to factor in at the same time.

If Thrill Ride’s organizers suddenly decided to pick up everything they had built in what felt like their headquarters and suddenly moved, wouldn’t people start to question them? They couldn’t exactly tell their participants that the police were on their tail, it would cause widespread panic and a steady downfall of the street racing industry they had created.

But if Sunwoo and his McLaren continued to move about in the city and Thrill Ride, the police would catch them and throw everyone on the premises in prison. So Jacob came up with an idea of his own to secure Sunwoo and Thrill Ride’s freedom.

He handed his keys over.

Not to Chariot, no Sunwoo would rather die than submit the car he worked hard to earn over to his sponsors. Jacob compelled him to hand over his keys and vehicle over to Younghoon for the time being until he was out of the police's sight. The car would be placed in the car garage that Younghoon kept his own car at for safe keeping, making sure both Sunwoo and the police wouldn’t have access to it while he was away.

The keys were also given to Younghoon because he was the only one they could trust not to give them back to the curly headed driver. Eric was immediately out of the question because of the way he was so easily persuaded by Sunwoo’s fox-like nature, and Haknyeon was out of the question simply because he was too kind to not give back the one source of enjoyment he had.

Now the boy was left without a car, it had been his biggest identifier from that day— besides the clothes he was wearing that day — that the police were tracking down.

You think he was getting along just fine with his vehicle, carpooling with Eric every once awhile and even going on joy rides in Changmin’s Porsche when he was feeling fine enough. The only problem was that when the two of you wanted the hangout, he had to have someone drop him off at the destination like he was someone’s teenaged son.

You remembered that one time the two of you were going to meet up after your shift at the pub and when you had walked out to greet him, Sunwoo was being heckled by Kevin and Jacob. Despite the darkness of the night, you could easily catch sight of the way his face was beginning to turn red with embarrassment every time Kevin threw out a joke he couldn’t stand.

He couldn’t even fight back because they would simply threaten and tease him over not having a ride back home.

Honestly you thought it was cute how annoyed Sunwoo got every time, pulling his hood over his head or beelining as fast as he could away from them before they could say anything else. He’d whine with his lips pursed together in a frustrationed fashion as he’d apologize and complain about his friend’s behaviors but you didn’t mind it.

There were times where you would even join in on the teasing, though he was more lenient with you that he was with his other friends. After all, how could Sunwoo possibly curse at you when the whole reason he got dropped over here was because he wanted to meet with you?

“Clear skies this Saturday night in our city, the stars shines bright in celebration of being free of any car wrecks for almost an entire month—“

You shut the television off for the day, a sigh of relief exiting your lips as you melted down into the cushions of the couch. Despite it being your day off, you still felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Due to the decrease in collisions, people started to feel as though it was safer to begin driving around the city again. More people out and about at night meant more people clamoring into your job for a good time, celebrating birthdays and gathering for good times. It had gotten so busy again that your manager ended up scheduling more people onto your shift even.

No longer was it just you, the bartender, and the manager managing the pub, adding two coworkers you had offhandedly seen during opening time and even new workers had been hired.

Despite the amount of people working had increased, the workload seemingly got worse and worse. You were so used to everything being a quick job and getting such long breaks in between serving that you weren’t used to the sudden change in pace.

You were slowly getting used to it though, it simply just left your body aching for rest once you were finished.

The familiar ringing of your phone echoed across the nearly empty household, your hand wandering around the cushions for a moment before you made contact with it and answered, “hello?”

“Yo!” Sunwoo’s cheerful voice responded, he seemed to be in an especially good mood tonight. “Are you busy right now?”

“Not exactly, unless you call the need to lay down busy,” you told him, sitting up in your seat as you gave him your full undivided attention. Usually whenever Sunwoo called, you’d have to rush into your room as fast as your legs would take you to get away from your housemate’s prying eyes and ears. But luckily, they weren’t here today. “Why do you ask? Did you finally get the car back from Younghoon?”

“Ugh, I wish!” He hissed, annoyance pricking at the edges of his voice. “I’ve tried everything but Younghoon just won’t give in! It’s like he knows my every move at this point.”

You laugh at the boy’s frustration, imagining his dirty scowl shooting daggers at the Mustang’s owner. “You can blame Chanhee for that.” You explain to him, thinking back to a conversation you ever so happen to have overheard from the boy. “I think he’s placed a mole in your friend group so that he can know all your plans and then goes and spills it to Younghoon. He doesn’t like playing nice with others, you know.”

“A mole? But who could possibly—“ Sunwoo’s voice cut off as the gears in his brain involuntarily began to turn, the sparks from the metal practically flying at your face as he stayed silent for a moment longer. “— Eric. That dog! I should have known he would do something like this. Eric will do anything as long as you pay him in food.”

“Really now? I think I’ll have to note that for later,” you teased, the boy’s loud gasp of betrayal nearly spiking the volume in your phone. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Maybe, we’ll leave it for future me to decide.”

The two of you shared a lighthearted laugh with each other, your voices meshing together well despite being over the phone. “Like I was saying though,” the boy continued on, ushering the conversation away from his keys to the McLaren and onto something else. “Are you free right now?”

“I am, but if you’re about to take me joyriding in Jacob’s Mercedes I’ll have to decline,” you stressed, wanting to make sure you drew the line before even attempting to cross it. “Last time I was in that thing Kevin was driving that day and he either drives like my grandmother or drives like he’s trying to win a Nascar race.”

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m not inviting you on a joyride,” he reassured you. “In fact, what we are going to do requires no car at all.”

“Really? The ‘on probation street racer’ is telling me there are no cars involved with an activity he wants to do?” You questioned him. He doesn’t respond quick enough before there is a knock on the door, grabbing your attention and urging you to tend to it.

With an annoyed huff you slid off the couch unwilling to answer it. “Getting my car taken away has made me realize that there are better ways to have fun,” Sunwoo spoke. You nod your head in agreement as you unlocked the door in front you, he didn’t always need the thrill of racing to keep himself occupied—

“Do you want to join me?” You stared out the doorway as the boy stood in front you on the other side, his phone in one hand and the other waving at you. You shut the door without thinking, hearing your heart beating against your chest in a spiraling panic.

When did he get here? Had he been standing there the entire time when he had called you?

“What is he doing here,” you breathed, backing up to the window to peer through its glass down below. As per usual you didn’t see the black McLaren car parked on the sideline nor did you see the familiar sight of Eric’s yellow Camaro or Jacob’s blue Mercedes. Usually they would stick around until they saw you, sharing short greetings with you as courtesy before zooming off back to Thrill Ride.

But they weren’t there. “Did he… walk all the way here?”

“I did, actually.” Sunwoo’s voice blared in your ears, your skin jumping off its bones and scrambling to keep your phone from dropping to the ground. You had completely forgotten you still had Sunwoo on the line, the racer could hear everything you were saying. “It was a surprisingly nice walk honestly! Ten out of ten do recommend trying it sometime.”

You spammed the end call button even after the screen went black, needing to recompose yourself before seeing him again. He had caught you so off guard you weren’t even mentally prepared to have a face to face conversation with him.

After a few moments of putting yourself back together again, you dropped your phone into your pocket and approached the door to, just barely, open it again. All the curly headed boy could see through the crack in the door was the look of nervousness in your eyes.

Sunwoo flashed you that smile of his again, the sense of familiarity and safety settling into the air and luring you into opening the door completely.

Sunwoo was dressed pretty cozily, a loosely fitting denim jacket hanging over a sweatshirt he wore underneath and whatever black pants he could probably find at the time. He twirled around with the hoodie’s strings around his finger with one hand and his phone in the other, your contact information still lingering on its screen. “So is this a yes or no?”

“What?” Your mind was slowly rejoining society as you caught his round and hopeful eyes, eager to have you join him on whatever expedition he had planned this time. “No— do you even know what time it is?”

“It should be ten by now,” he answered you, looking down at his phone for confirmation and humming in satisfaction, “Yup! Perfect timing if I do say so myself. Come on Y/N, we aren’t going far.”

“I look a mess,” you declined, opening the door just a little wider for Sunwoo to get the full effect of your disarray. “I'm not prepared to go anywhere, near or far.”

A pout formed on his lips, slinking his way toward you and opening the door wide as he could whine right in your doorway. “Y/N please…,” Sunwoo begged, slumping up against the door frame with a dramatic sigh of distress, “no one else is gonna see you, it'll just be you and me! Don’t be such a buzz kill.”

You opened your mouth to object, persistent about not leaving your home no matter how Sunwoo tried to persuade you. Though your lips immediately zipped closed when a familiar hum echoed through the hallway, the tone of voice far too close to your housemate’s for comfort.

And then you realized it wasn’t just close to your housemate, it was your housemate.

“Oh shit,” without thinking you grabbed Sunwoo’s hand and dragged him through the door, panic evident on your face as you scoured the place for somewhere he could hide. The boy himself didn’t seem to realize the severity of the situation, confusion plastered against his forehead as he let you drag him around the room. “You need to hide somewhere… uh, my room! Go hide in my room!”

“Why though?” He questioned, pushing back against your strength as you tried to shove him in the direction of your open door. “What’s the problem? Is it the cops? Don’t tell me it’s the cops, I made sure no one was following me!”

“Even worse,” you answered him, giving him one last shove into your room as the door to your home began to creak open. “My housemate.” You slammed the door closed behind Sunwoo and turned with an eager smile to face your housemate as they entered the house blissfully aware that someone else was there.

“Welcome back!”

Your housemate’s face was dotted with surprise as they looked you up and down, taking note of your attire and heavy breathing as they placed their belongings on the kitchen table. “You’re actually here? In the house right now?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You replied, leaning up against the door to nonchalantly block their way from your bedroom. “It’s a Saturday night, where else would I be?”

“It’s just weird,” your housemate shrugged, their eyes narrowing as they carefully walked past you to the couch. “You’ve been spending a lot more time at home recently that’s all… what happened to your ‘hangouts’ with Chanhee and Changmin?”

You knew your housemate was alluding to all the lies and excuses you threw their way every time you went out with Sunwoo. You really should tell them the truth eventually, but you just couldn’t find the right time to do so. And now definitely wasn’t the right time, what if they got the wrong idea?

Well, what other idea could they get if you opened the door to your room with a boy they didn’t know occupying it?

“They’ve been busy. You know how Chanhee is sometimes,” you lied, a small chuckle falling out of your mouth in order to make it more authentic to them. “And Changmin doesn’t really get to spend his free time with me at the pub because we have so much to do… we don’t hang out often right now.”

“So this is definitely because everyone is busy and not because the boy you are dating dumped you right?”

“I’m not dating anyone, stop it.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at your housemate’s attempt to trip you up. Maybe it really was best they never met Sunwoo, who knows what kind of heinous acts they would commit once they finally knew who you kept sneaking off to hang out with. It would be Kevin and Jacob but almost hundreds of levels times—

A loud thud could be heard from your room, followed by an angry shout before cutting itself off.

You didn’t move from your spot in the doorway, freezing in place and flashing your housemate the most oblivious and cheek aching smile you could possibly muster in front of them.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“The noise from your room.”

“What noise?” With that you finally found the strength to move again, turning the doorknob and darting into the room with panic written all over your face. Your housemate shouted behind you as you slammed the door closed to muffle their voice, begging to whatever was above or below that your housemate would not come running up to the door and opening it up.

You scan the room around for Sunwoo, finding him standing over whatever had caught down the noise with his hands covering his mouth. When his eyes met yours the amount of guilt and uneasiness was practically flooding the room as he pointed to a picture frame that was shattered on the ground and a cut on his hand was beginning to ooze blood.

He must have knocked it out by accident and cut himself on it, assuming that the loud thud was the curly headed driver tumbling down with it.

“No time to explain,” you decided, throwing on whatever pair of shoes you could find at the time, “we gotta go like now.”

“Sorry,” you paid no mind to his attempt at apologizing as you grabbed his hand and dragged him along again, cautiously opening the door to your room once your housemate’s yelling came to a close.

The two of you waited for a moment to make sure you were safe from getting caught before pushing the door open completely to run out the room.

You were met by your housemate’s victorious shriek once the two of you rushed past the kitchen, finding your housemate hiding behind the table to lure you into a false sense of safety. “I knew it! I knew you were seeing a boy! You can’t keep your secrets from me Y/N!” They lunged at the door to stop the two of you from leaving, just barely missing Sunwoo’s hood to keep you at bay.

“I can explain! Just,” you promised, opening the door and ushering Sunwoo out first and picking up your housemate’s keys off the table, “not right now. Sorry!” You closed the door in their face and scrambled to hold it back as they tried to force it back open, shouting words you weren’t even trying to process to try and coax you into letting go.

With awfully good coordination Sunwoo switched places with you, having a better time keeping the door closed while you fumbled with both your housemate’s and your keys to the door. After a moment you finally found the right copy on your housemate’s key ring and locked the door completely, trapping them in their own home so that you two wouldn’t get caught.

A deep sigh of relief washed over your body as you threw both keys into your pockets and crumbled down to the floor. You know you are never going to get them to live this down and when you walk back into the house you were in for the scolding of a lifetime. Maybe you should call Chanhee and ask if you could sleep over at his house for the night?

After all, your housemate doesn’t go back to work until Monday. They can handle being stuck at home for another day can’t they?

“Your housemate is freakishly strong, you know that?” Sunwoo couldn’t help but mention, his hair frizzing at the ends and taking off the jacket he wore over the sweatshirt to keep himself from overheating. “I mean man, that was a workout keeping that door closed!”

“I am… so sorry about them.” You frowned, glancing up at the door every so often to see if your housemate had left or not. Though the repeated banging and shouting from the other side let you know that they weren’t going to let you any time soon. “They are rather… eccentric? Concerned, probably, about me.”

“About the fact that you’re not dating the boy you’ve been hanging out with?” You hopped to your feet in a heartbeat, your ears burning in embarrassment as you tried to cover Suwoo’s mouth.

He backed away with every step you took forward and let laughter fill the hallway as he kept you at bay. “Relax, Y/N! I just think it’s funny that’s all! Who would have thought we were such a pair, huh?”

“Keep your voice down or my housemate will really think there is something going on between us!” You hissed, taking a hold of the strings of his sweatshirt and keeping him in place. “I can’t imagine what they’re thinking about right now… when I go back home my housemate is gonna maul me like a wolf.”

“Then don’t go back,” he responded, blinking a few times before noticing the baffled expression on your face. “I mean, you’re going to have to go back eventually yeah, but you don’t have to go in right now. You can, well, hang out with me for a little while since you are already out here. After all! The place I wanted to take you is not that far from here.”

You stumbled right into this boy’s trap, didn’t you? It didn’t matter how many times you had declined earlier, you were already out of the house with him.

Your face contorted into expression of disbelief just before a genuine laugh made it past your lips. “Fine then,” you caved, letting go of the boy’s jacket strings to hold your hand out to him. “Where are we going?”

The boy’s face brightened up in an instant, almost unable to control his energy as he rocked back and forth on his heels trying to contain himself.

When he was finally ready, Sunwoo threw the jacket in his arms over your shoulders and used his empty hand to grab yours. He pulled you along the empty hallway to the stairs at the very end.

Despite your initial hesitance, you let him pull you along as you followed behind him. One hand holding onto the jacket he had given you and the other trapped in his tight grip so you wouldn’t escape from him.

What he wanted to do was close by, he had told you. It wasn’t far to the point where you had to change clothes to look decent, it was close enough that you could leave your apartment with what you were wearing a jacket to keep you warm.

And close by it was. You had expected Sunwoo to start moving down the stairs to achieve his destination, but then he started skipping up the stairs that continued upward to the next floor.

Then you two kept going up, not stopping at the third, fourth, or fifth floor. Climbing the staircases felt like climbing a mountain at that point, after all your residency was on the second floor. It was much easier to take one singular flight of stairs every day than this absolute work out he was putting you through.

After a moment of complaining and Sunwoo only laughing in response, the two of you made it to the final floor provided by the stairwell. You were greeted by steel double doors and not a single window to count. This had to have been the rooftop of the building if you remembered correctly.

“May I present to you: our destination!” He chirped, pushing the double doors open to reveal the bare bone rooftop.

There was nothing up there for you to look at, unless you wanted to count the other buildings beside your apartment or the trees that couldn’t quite reach the roof just yet.

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” You questioned, crossing your arms as you glanced around at your surroundings. Maybe he had set something up and had hidden it really well?

“Maybe start by looking up?” Sunwoo offered, turning your head from looking forward to looking at the sky above you.

Your initial response was to protest the boy’s suggestion, but your brain turned to liquid the moment your eyes caught sight of the clear sky above you. When was the last time you had looked up and just saw… stars? Big shining stairs that dotted across the sky like droplets in an ocean and shining their own perfect light.

The way they lit up the sky to reveal the black and purple colors that created the space above you like abstract art, the way they clustered in one area to shine brighter to the eyes than the rest. Not to forget the moon, settling into its waning crescent as each day passed by and gently providing light to this otherwise dark night.

God, when was the last time you looked at the sky at night? It felt like such a long time since you had even thought about the world above you.

“I guess the forecast wasn’t wrong about clear skies,” you mumbled, unable to tear your eyes from the sight it had laid upon. “Who would have thought it was this nice to look at?”

“Being without a car forced me to get new hobbies,” Sunwoo started talking, finally making your head break away from the sky to give him your attention. It’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing, his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he sat on the ground to gaze up. “Since street racing was out of the question, I found myself looking up a lot more often than I was looking forward.”

“Do you think you prefer this over racing?”

“Oh hell no,” he shook his head vigorously. He glanced between you and the stars for a moment before a laugh rolled off his tongue, urging you to come take a seat next to him. “Having other hobbies is fun and all but I don’t think I’ll ever get over the exhilaration of racing. Nothing will ever amount to it in my book.”

It makes sense, street racers were addicted to the feeling they got when racing against their opponents. That feeling of speed and exhilaration of doing what your heart said first instead of listening to the mind. Even with all of the crashes and issues that come along with being a racer, you don’t think you’ve ever heard any of the drivers say they hated street racing.

To them, this hobby was a lifestyle worth losing your life over.

“So… off topic but on topic question.” You can’t help but speak, your own thoughts jumbling up in your brain as you struggle to put together sentences in your head. It didn’t help that Sunwoo turned to you with eyes wider than the moon, a hint of wonder and interest playing in his irises and a small pout forming on his lips from the way he laid his head against his knees.

Your brain shortcruited for a moment just looking at him, staring blankly and blinking slowly as you tried to reboot your brain. Wow, how long has it been since that happened to you in his presence?

… You don’t want to know actually.

“Uh… the races,” you manage to continue, throwing an amalgamation of words to the wind to keep the silence at bay between the two of you. “Do you really think once you go back to Thrill Ride and compete again, everything will be fine? I mean the police will only be off your tail for a little bit, who knows when they’ll find you again.”

Sunwoo thought to himself for a moment, practically hearing the gears in his brain turning as he tried to give you a solid answer. “I don’t know... But it’s not like I’ve ever had to be cautious about them in the first place.”

Oh right, Sunwoo has always had to make sure the police wouldn’t catch him even before he had met you because of his street racing hobby. This entire situation wasn’t something new to him, it was just a little scary that Chariot had threatened to drop him from their sponsorships and then ban him from ever returning.

He just had to be a little more cautious than others when it came to driving out on his own.

“Right, sorry I just,” you panicked, picking at your nails as you tried to maneuver the conversation elsewhere, “this whole thing was just kinda my fault for you know… distracting you when you should be watching your back so…”

Not exactly how you planned to maneuver the conversation.

“I don’t know why you’re apologizing, it was just human error.” Sunwoo smiled, nudging your shoulders to keep your spirits high. “It was more of my own fault than anything and you just happened to be in the crossfire. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure that this won’t happen when I get my car back.”

You nodded in understanding when Sunwoo turned his head back to the sky, reveling in the cool breeze that brushed past your skin. “When do you think you’ll get your car back? It’s been well over a month since you were last racing at Thrill Ride.”

“Who knows,” he shrugged. “I’m hoping sometime next week, Thrill Ride is getting ready for a tournament that’s got all of the sponsors racers going against each other and as Chariot’s only racer that’s willing to put up with their antics, they’ll need me to show up eventually.”

Sunwoo went quiet for just a second before a mischievous glint appeared in his eye and he leaned toward you to whisper. “You’ll be standing at the finish line for me when the time comes, right?”

Even without the gasoline and cologne scent he carried, he still found a way to send your mind reeling with butterflies. All he had done was whispered, but his breath on your cheek and his proximity to your face was enough to make you squirm.

You were almost sure he didn’t do it on purpose either, there was no way he knew that his words and his actions could leave your heart banging its chains against your rib cage. It was almost a natural reaction at this point; it was simply something you couldn’t help.

And then a lightbulb flickered on in your head.

“Y/N?”

Oh, it makes so much more sense now. It wasn’t normal for a person to merely walk past and get you drunk on their scent. It wasn’t normal for a person to change their style of clothing and make you swoon at the sight of them. It wasn’t normal for a person to cave so easily and put aside their troubles just for you!

You were down bad for Sunwoo and somehow he hadn’t fully realized it for himself either.

“Are you even listening to me?” He joked, waving his hand in your face before laughing. “Wow, have you already gotten tired of me talking about Thrill Ride? I haven’t even mentioned a race with them since my car got confiscated by Younghoon.”

With your brain running on autopilot, you forcibly turn Sunwoo’s head toward you so you could both look at each other. His eyes bore into yours as he gave you every inch of attention and endearment he could possibly deliver— with a hint of confusion sprinkled in it —that it almost toppled you over.

His gaze was knocking the wind out of your lungs and making you struggle to figure out your next move. Sunwoo sat in front of you cluelessly and very slowly began to remove your hands from the sides of his face.

“Y/N? Is there a problem or...?” Your name was like a feather on air when he spoke it, sending you over the edge as you leaned in and planted the quickest and most fleeting kiss on his cheek as you possibly could have done.

Your lips probably felt like nothing but a light brush of air on his skin, but the evident rising temperature of Sunwoo’s skin and burning red of his ears was enough to know he felt the contact of it.

“Good luck on your next race when you get your car back!” You shout at him, hoping your words of encouragement somehow pushed past the buzzing of his brain. “Make sure you don’t crash and the police don’t catch you and… make sure you win!”

With that you hopped into your feet quicker than you had originally anticipated, your heart beating like drums in your chest as you turned on your heels to book it down the stairwell. You wouldn’t even be able to tell anyone what possessed you to do such an open gesture but it was too late to take it back now.

You were practically running down the stairs and mentally shouting in your mind about what you had done, cursing whatever intrusive thought or sudden impulse that had taken over your body at the moment. Usually those types of things were never a problem for you but your body wasn’t processing what your mind was saying.

Not to mention how long you had been wanting to take such an action but kept putting it on the back burner for so long because you didn’t realize how much you actually liked Sunwoo.

“It was just a cheek kiss,” you repeated over and over again, “it was just a cheek kiss. It was nothing serious! It was nothing to get worked up over, it was literally—!”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry!” You stopped in your tracks and turned around to give Sunwoo the most sincere apology you could handle. “I literally don’t know what came over me, you can just pretend like it never happened. Actually, if you want to get a restraining order and never see me again that’s fine too!”

You kept rambling on as Sunwoo descended the stairs, getting closer with every word that was being spit out of your mouth. You were so engrossed in your own panic that you almost didn’t realize that he was just as frazzled as you were, the only difference being that he wore the biggest disoriented smile across his face.

“Can I kiss you too?” He breathed the moment he jumped the last two steps of the staircase, stopping in front of you and nearly toppling both of you over as he tried to regain his balance. “Can I kiss you too, Y/N?”

Your delayed reaction gave the both of you time for the words and actions you two had taken to finally settle into your minds completely. “You want to…?” You asked and he vigorously nodded his head again, almost like a dog waiting patiently for his trigger word. You could feel the way Sunwoo’s hands were shaking as he held tightly onto your shoulders, jittering and trembling with anticipation.

Oh, he’s serious. Sunwoo was completely serious.

Well if he was being serious then why should you be anything else than?

You pull the boy down the last step he was standing on, your hands moving from the collar of his shirt to the sides of his face as pressed your lips against his. The boy caught himself on the wall for a second before the two of you almost went falling down the stairwell once more, a gasp of surprise coming from his mouth at your sudden sense of vigor.

Sunwoo recovered from the shock in an instant, returning the surge of passion by kissing you back with the same, if not stronger, need to taste you on his tongue. Even if you weren’t intoxicated by him at the time, the way he kept his hand in your hair was enough to let you know your strawberry shampoo was intoxicating him.

In fact, he was practically eating you alive at that point.

It’s like Sunwoo was drowning in his own selfish desires, his hands like superglue as he kept your body and lips stuck to his without leaving you a chance for air. When your hands fell from his face, Sunwoo’s own hand would reach out into your hair and leave you no choice but to keep your hands wrapped around his neck.

Every time you would pull away from him just to take a breath it would be cut short by him hungrily closing the distance between you with the most greedy desperate kiss Sunwoo could muster.

And the two of you stayed like that for much longer than you had anticipated. Of course, you stayed like that until your phone’s ringtone began to chime in your pocket.

You ignored it at first, but each time it rang the phone would hang up the call midway through the chime only to restart the incoming again. And it happened over and over and over for the next minute or two. Until finally, you had enough with it buzzing in your pocket.

Thankfully it seemed Sunwoo was just as annoyed as you were, willingly letting you go when you separated from him to answer the call. Whoever it was, they had completely ruined the atmosphere between the two of you and had replaced it with an odd awkward silence.

“Who is calling you this late at night?” He breathed, the irritated tone in his voice a lot more evident than he had probably planned on it being. “Someone better be dying.”

“I don’t know, you sure did the same thing not even twenty minutes ago,” you answered without thinking, not even looking up to catch the boy’s hurt expression dancing on his face.

You only grimaced at the sight of Chanhee’s contact information flashing on your phone’s screen and begrudgingly answered it. If he was calling you right now instead of getting his beauty sleep, that meant something urgent had happened.

Or at least, you hoped it was something urgent and not him calling to tease you about whatever he wanted to at the time. You never really knew what he wanted. “Chanhee, is now really the time?”

“Y/N, what the hell!” Chanhee’s voice blared through your phone’s speaker, loud enough to the point where even Sunwoo could hear the boy shouting at you. You became alert immediately at his angry tone, instinctively started running the volume down and turning your back on Sunwoo. It seemed Chanhee was in the mood to chew you out and he was going to be brash about it.

“Why the hell did your housemate call me, of all the people in the world, to let them out of your house?” The boy hissed, “I don’t know where you are or why they know me and Changmin have the spare key but get back to this apartment before I lose my mind on both of you!”

The phone abruptly hung up, and you looked down the remaining staircases with a hint of embarrassment and terror in your eyes. “I should, uh… probably head back, huh?”

You didn’t want to, feeling your heart pull the strings of your body to stay exactly where you were with Sunwoo’s shining eyes staring into yours. But he only nodded his head in agreement and gave you a reassuring smile, warm like the sun with a cool breeze behind it. “Yeah, don’t want to get in any trouble do you?

He should have told you to stay, then maybe he wouldn’t have disappeared the way he did. As if he was a good dream gone with waking of reality.

#kpop imagines #kpop #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #tbz #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #kpop angst #tbz imagines #sunwoo au #sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo #street racing #racer au #street racing au #strangers to lovers #cliffhanger #i actually don’t know how to drive so #if any of this is off LMAO #it’s cuz I don’t have my license at my big age

[bae-del-moon]

With Love, From the Other Side of the Apocalypse | Full Fic Preview

pairing: sunwoo x f.reader

rating: M (for suggestive and violent themes) | TW: death, blood, and zombie-decaying bodies

words: approx. 5590

genre: angst, romance, post-apocalyptic!au | childhood friends-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers, slow-burn

summary: When the world came to an abrupt end, the years you spent avoiding your hometown and those who came with it after graduating high school fell kaput. After months of solitude, you find yourself packing what you can and driving for days just to get back. Unsure of what you expected, you find yourself having to confront the mess you left behind. You're no stranger to a broken heart. Neither are they. You're the one who broke Sunwoo's heart, after all.

a/n the original one-shot I posted months ago can be found here // a teaser to the full fic I'm writing for E's 26th birthday !

Before the world ended, it always felt like there wasn’t enough time to spend as you liked. Yet, there always seemed to be plenty of time to be stuck in a plague of your own thoughts. 

After the world ended, there was plenty.

Still, what with the world just having ended and the living, human population having been drastically reduced (not to mention the places you had wanted to visit were no longer easily accessible), you found that you still couldn’t spend your time as you would have liked. That left you with too much time. Time to think about food, water, about shelter, and medicine. But, above all, it left you with time to fester with thoughts that all began with a ‘what if.’  

It meant you had time to think about your ex. 

Before the world ended, you were able to ignore everything and anything that had to do with him. 

It hadn’t been easy. You’d left home right after graduation for early freshman integration courses. You’d blocked his number and social media accounts. You’d even cut off your friends because they had been friends with him too. 

But now you had time and no classes, assignments, or people to veer your thoughts in any other direction they could. 

You’d tried stocking up on food, water, any supply you could think of. But, the outcome was always the same. You were alone.

You were alone, and yet, he was always there. 

There was no avoiding him now. Every time you closed your eyes, he was there. Sweaty and still clad in his dirty soccer uniform, strands of his bangs clumped together and pressed against his forehead. He waited for you outside the classroom the teachers had chosen for tutoring that day. He leaned against the wall across the door, backpack slung over his right shoulder.

You always woke up in a cold sweat just after he came into view, and you pushed open the door only to lock eyes with him. 

You shook those thoughts away quickly. It was easy. You just reminded yourself of the many years that had passed since you last saw him. And, if that didn’t work, you thought about the possibility of finding someone else just as alive as you if you went outside.

Eventually, that stopped being enough, and instead of shaking the thoughts of him away, you found yourself wondering how much he had changed before the world ended. How much older did he look? Did he still have the same impish look in his eyes he had when you started dating? Had he— 

Whether you shut your eyes or not, your thoughts wandered, and he was always there, waiting for you. Sometimes he was the snot-nosed little boy that glared at you every time your moms stopped to talk to each other outside your elementary school’s pick-up gate. Other times, he was the tousled-haired, sweaty, high school sophomore that liked to pin you against the trees of the little forest behind the school’s soccer field after school and kiss you shyly under its shade.

His hooded eyes opened, and his bruised lips parted as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. The smirk that shaped his lips as he brushed his nose against yours taunted you.

Remembering the way he looked, remembering him, came far too easily.

It made you want to scream.

When the world came to an end, you found yourself at the laundromat, folding the clothes that had just finished drying. It hadn’t taken you long to notice that something was wrong, and when you finally saw blood begin to fall, you shoved the rest of your clothes into your duffle and ran.

At that point in your life, it had only been a pair of months since you finally graduated with your degree from university. It had only been a pair of months since you moved to a neighboring city instead of going home.

You hadn’t been sure you’d ever be able to go home, then.

You spent days moving from store to store when the world ended, hiding in break rooms and manager offices, only moving as much as you dared on each day until you finally made it home. It would be little to no exaggeration to say that you practically blacked out the moment you left the laundromat. 

The only thing you could clearly remember was the moment you twisted your key into your apartment’s lock and stumbled inside.

Months had passed since that day, and you had yet to find another living soul. Thoughts of the boy who had broken your heart were the only solace you could find, even as your heart twisted at the memories.

Had he died? Where was he when died? With who?

You wondered, was he still friends with your friends? Had they managed to stay together?

You clicked through the pictures buried deep in your memory drive, finding pictures you swore to yourself you’d deleted.

You wanted to go home. You missed it.

But could you do it? Could you make it home? 

You spent days questioning whether it was a good idea or not. It wasn’t. But, if you went home, what were the odds you would find anyone still alive?

Going home meant seeing all the people that had raised you dead and zombified. The friends you had cut off, the ones that had decided to study closer to home— would you be able to face them, dead or alive? And if he was there too?

What if he had gone home before the world ended? What if he’d been there when the world ended? Were you ready for your first encounter with him after the break up to be now? Now that he was a member of the undead?

The thought of it sent you reeling. 

Still, you found yourself packing your clothes and toiletries into your large suitcase, stuffing everything else you couldn’t bear to leave behind into another. At last, packing all of your food, medicines, and first aid kits into duffle bags and crates, thinking about the distance you needed to cover to get to the nearest car dealership and own your first car.

Once you were there, you took all the keys you could find, frantically hoping one of them belonged to a car bigger than a sedan. Luck was on your side, though not without choosing to frighten you at first.

As you attracted more and more attention from the undead, cars blaring to life as you pressed the unlock button on each of the key fobs hoping you were near its pair, you found it was the last key you tried that belonged to a larger SUV.

You raced home, leaving behind the zombies you had amassed and half-eaten bodies of the dead, and pools of dried blood you were sure were going to follow you into your dreams.

Stragglers followed you on the way home, and you dared to hope that there wouldn’t be any on the lawn of your apartment building. There weren’t, but the same couldn’t be said about the lawn of the building across from your building or the street between the two. 

They followed you as you parked, daring to block the doorless entry to the building with the right side’s passenger doors. After a few trips between your apartment, your car, and two zombies in the hall across from yours that you managed to slip past later, you had all of your things stuffed into the backseats of the car.

You could fix them into the trunk later, you told yourself.

That’s how you found yourself, weeks later, two towns away from your own, walking down the aisles of a quaint mid-sized market, pulling cans of fruit and frozen meat into a basket. 

You’d spied the market from the gas station where you’d stopped to refuel your car. It was risky, but you’d taken the four refillable, red gas cans you spied and filled those too. 

A thunderstorm had reached the town by the time you reached the store, and you parked haphazardly in the lane directly across from it, making sure the driver’s door faced the entrance. 

You were soaked from the multiple trips back and forth you made. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much. Not when the cold was helping keep the ice in the meat cooler from melting quicker. Or because the thunder and lightning that struck practically stunned the undead for minutes.

Inside the store, the silence unnerved you. Thoughts of what you’d find when you got to your hometown plagued you. The undead, undoubtedly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay there for long. Or, at the very least, you wouldn't be able to leave your parent’s house for a few days, weeks if the food held out. 

You bit your lips as you walked down the aisles, contemplating the idea of grabbing spicy chips— or maybe barbecue— before continuing on your way.

Thunder rolled as you turned the corner and were forced to a stop like one of the zombies roaming outside, your heart caught in your throat.

He stood at the end of the aisle next to the one you had just come from, a backpack hanging from his shoulders and a duffle bag in his hands.

He stared at you, the same big brown eyes you remembered wide, a bandage on his cheek, and his lips parted in surprise. 

There was a bag of bread in his hands, and he clutched it, his fingers digging into the slices and mushing them together.

“Y/N.” He whispered first. 

You gulped. 

Lightning struck outside. 

“Sunwoo.”

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[I]

You had to be an idiot. There was no other way to explain what had compelled you to agree to follow him back to your hometown and to the rest of your once-friends. The look he had given you when you’d agreed. The way he had swallowed and said nothing afterward was enough to know he hadn’t been expecting you to agree, either. You were beginning to wonder what he’d been planning to say to convince you when he proceeded to shove the bag of bread into his duffle bag, then a few more from the shelves without turning away from you, that the thought disappeared just as quickly as it had formed.

Then he nodded to you as if he were asking you to lead the way. You supposed he was because you couldn’t conceive what else he might be trying to say. 

The trek to the exit doors, the same ones you’d come through, was silent beyond the sounds of the storm. Without meaning to, you both stopped once you’d taken a step outside. Side-by-side, you both stood under the store’s protruding roof, sheltered from the rain.

Thunder boomed again before he struck a thumb toward the other end of the store.

“I parked by the loading docks.”

You motioned to your car a couple of yards in front of you.

Sunwoo nodded, “I’ll be right back.”

He stalled for a moment, staring at your car expressionless before turning on his heels.

Having caught the blank look, your gaze flicked back and forth between your car and his back.

“Do you…” you shifted, “Do you want me to give you a ride?”

He stopped and threw you a blank look over his shoulders. He was only a couple steps away, unprotected from the falling rain, but he made no motion to return. “No. That’s alright. That’ll just draw their attention, and then we’ll be trapped back there.” 

“Okay,” you nodded. The word tumbled out awkwardly from your mouth, and you fought the urge to fidget and frown at him.

He stared at you for a moment longer, then nodded, turned back around, and kept walking.

It was unfair, you realized as you watched him saunter away, just how unaffected Sunwoo seemed to be after seeing you for the first time after so many years. Now you were sure he’d fared completely well after you’d broken up. It hurt you to accept that it was exactly as you had thought. 

You waited until he turned the corner, shuffling past a group of stunned zombies, before sprinting to your car.

You shoved the basket of food onto the backseats and waited. It was uncomfortable. It felt like an eternity before you saw a dusty blue minivan turn the corner.

He drove at a turtle’s pace as if by driving slower, he’d be able to avoid drawing the attention of the undead. Instead, they began to shake themselves out of their thunder-induced stupor and shuffle in the direction of the minivan. 

You could see packs of zombies over the entirety of the lot starting to turn in his direction. Though they had yet to swarm around his car like agitated bees, you could already envision it happening, and you dreaded it. 

A handful already followed him from behind. You could see the figures clustering together through his windshields. At the sides, one or two zombies pawed at the back doors angrily. But it wasn’t until a group of seven crossed his path and blocked your view of the front of his minivan that you felt your fear turn into an indomitable terror.

Your hands moved without much thought, and you shoved your car key into the ignition. You twisted it and fought the urge to let go and hit the gas when the undead jolted toward you at the sound of the engine roaring to life. 

Hardly a moment later, as if you had turned his car on instead of your own, he revved his engine and headed straight toward you.

He ran over the group of zombies in front of him, laying three of them under the wheels of his car and sending two others into the air. The last one in his way hit the hood of his car, staining the dusty blue paint job and the front windshield in dark red splotches that smeared when the zombie inevitably slipped off.

He skidded to a stop next to your car seconds later, tires screeching as they tried to grip the wet ground.

Your windows lined up almost perfectly. The space between your cars was so minuscule that you felt an absurd burst of road rage threatening to escape you at the sudden thought that he’d almost clipped your side mirror.

Eyes narrowed into slits, you’d been about to scold him when you finally looked at him, and the rage dispelled.

Sunwoo pinned you to your seat with a wide-eyed look. His chest rose and fell in quick succession, panting as if he’d run instead of driven. His knuckles paled ghastly from the grip he had on the steering wheel, and even though it was raining, you felt like you could swear his face was glistening because of sweat.

You took in the sight through the layers of glass between you. The amount of time the two of you spent like that, you couldn’t say, but at the very least, the undead had yet to surround either of you. 

Eventually, your hand shot out blindly toward the button that would lower your window, but he shook his head. 

You met his eyes, and he nodded forward, giving you another piercing look before letting his car roll ahead of yours and come to a stalling stop. He waited for you.

Once your car moved forward, positioning yourself to line up behind him, he surged forward. It was clear once they got going that Sunwoo had no qualms about ramming his minivan into the wandering bodies of the undead if they were in the way. If he had, he’d overcome it in the lot they’d left.

You frowned. The look you’d caught in Sunwoo’s eyes flashing in front of you every time you noticed another broken body coming out from under his car.

Every now and then, when lightning struck ahead of them, your gaze gravitated toward it, you’d catch Sunwoo’s stare in the reflection of his rearview mirror. Disconcerted, you looked away as quickly as she could each time. Eventually, though you were embarrassed, you found yourself looking too. When the rain was pouring too heavily to see much anyway.

Lightning struck while you stared in his direction, questioning why you found Sunwoo’s gaze on you every time it did. You found this time was no different. His big brown eyes stayed fixed on you for the couple of seconds it took for the sky to flash and lightning to strike miles ahead. Then everything was dark again, and your high beams just barely pierced through the torrents of rain.

Was he looking at you? His eyes reflected back to you, but really, wasn’t he merely looking into his rearview mirror? It was a basic driving rule, you insisted to yourself. It would be weird if he didn’t. You hadn’t owned a car, but you’d read the driving handbook and passed your road test. It was a habit essential to driving.

But, a smaller voice insisted, if it was a habit, why was it always when lightning struck. 

Clarity, you rationalized, he can see through the rain then. He mustn’t care about crashing into other cars. After all, you yourself hadn’t seen another car galivanting down the road. And crashing into the undead didn’t seem much of a worry. 

You breathed, exhaling as you nodded to yourself. Then lightning struck. Your eyes met his again through the mirror, and you knew.

The slow-moving car. The wide-eyed look he’d given you. The stare he held on you when lightning struck.

You couldn’t be sure, not without asking him, but it was as if he needed to make sure you were still there. As if he couldn’t believe you had agreed to follow him back.

Perhaps they were in agreement then.

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The rain had yet to let up when the two of you finally reached your destination, and you found yourself driving through the tall, iron-wrought gates of your old high school, looking up at the main two-story building. 

Sunwoo had driven up directly to the gates, running over the zombies that stood stunned and in the way without a second thought. The two of you had stood there, cars stalling as the gates opened, for an absurd amount of minutes, it had seemed to you.

Then, with the gates screeching shut behind you, Sunwoo stopped and parked as he was, meters from the main entrance.

You were sure the severity of the rain hadn’t changed in the while it had taken for you to park directly behind his car. But, you could see them.

The doors to the main entrance had opened while you parked, and three figures filed out. They stood at the top of the five-step stoop, arms crossed as they waited for the two— or maybe just Sunwoo— to step out. He shot you a look as he opened his door. Though you weren’t sure what it meant, you stayed in your seat, too afraid to move. A moment later, when he slammed his door shut, not even the distance between you and the three on the steps, let alone the glass and metal that was the car encompassing you, was enough to muffle the chastising he was receiving.

“What the hell were you thinking leaving like that?!” Your breath caught in your throat. “In that damned car! Eric hadn’t even finished outfitting it!”

“Sangyeon,” Sunwoo sighed, though it nearly sounded like a groan.

“You couldn’t have brought anyone with you?! Taken Kevin or Hyunjae with you?!” 

“Where did you even go? And why the hell did you bring someone back with you?!”

“New,” Jacob groaned. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? NOT FAIR?! WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF FOOD, AND HE THINKS IT’S  A GOOD IDEA TO BRING SOMEONE ELSE TO FEED!”

New fumed, gesturing wildly in your direction. He stood on Sangyeon’s left, glaring at Jacob, who stood to Sangyeon’s right and merely shook his head at him.

“Can I speak now?” Sunwoo snapped. “Or is that too much to ask?”’

“DO NOT snap at them, Sunwoo.” Jacob snapped back in return before taking a deep breath. “You know they have a point. You shouldn’t have snuck out. You shouldn’t have taken a car that hadn’t been fixed yet. You shouldn’t have gone alone. What if something happened to you? Do you think we were just going to be able to let you go so easily? You have to stop being so reckless.”

Sunwoo’s shoulders sagged. “Sorry. I only went a town over to find food.” 

“Alone,” Sangyeon growled.

Feeling chastised and a tad guilty that you were a voyeur to Sunwoo’s scolding, you clambered out of your car without a second thought and regretted it the moment you slammed your car door shut.

They stared at you as if you had just told them the end of the world had been nothing more than an elaborate prank. Eyes blown wide and their mouths agape, it seemed like they hardly even took notice of the torrents of rain coming down on them. 

Meters behind Sunwoo, you were surprised they could even see you. For a moment, you thought they stared because they couldn’t see you. But the frozen looks on their faces that you were able to discern were enough for you to know that they did.

You swallowed and smiled shakily, raising a hand to wave hello.

The silence was impenetrable by anything other than the rain.

“Y/N.” Someone finally said. Sangyeon. You swallowed again, noting the lower pitch of his voice. You squinted, trying to make sure it was he who had spoken, but the pour of the rain prevented you from being sure.

Still, you went with your gut feeling and greeted them, stepping forward until you were standing next to a smirking Sunwoo.

“Hi.”

“Y/N.” New scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. He glared at you, and the flimsy smile you sported wavered. 

Sunwoo nodded. “I brought Y/N back. Found her going down the aisles of that one market a town over. You know, the one by the town’s edge, where the team buses used to stop.”

Sangyeon nodded only once and slowly. Then, in the silence that followed, New scoffed once again.

“I brought back food, too, if you’re interested.” Sunwoo smiled thinly.

“Just get inside,” Sangyeon snapped before turning on his heels and stalking inside.

Sunwoo followed closely behind, and before you knew it, you were standing outside with only New and Jacob for company.

“It’s—”

New scoffed again, and though you couldn’t see it, you knew he had just rolled his eyes at you. He didn’t wait for either of you after that, choosing to pivot on his heels much like Sangyeon had and storm inside.

You waited for the school’s doors to clang shut, nearly flinching, before speaking again. “Three scoffs in less than five minutes,” you laughed, biting your lips afterward. “That’s got to be a new record.” 

Jacob shook his head. He smiled kindly at you though small, and it took all the energy you had to keep yourself from sobbing.

“His record is five in five minutes now, actually.” 

“I see.” 

“Come on.” He waved you forward. “Let’s get inside and change out of these clothes before we end up with a fever.”

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The school’s cafeteria tables had been pressed and stacked against the sidewalls. It left the large room feeling like it was practically empty. Were it not for the four tables they had placed at the center like a square without corners and the hobo fire at the center of it all, you were sure you would have mistaken the cafeteria for an interrogation room.

The hallways themselves had been deserted while Jacob led you to the girl’s locker rooms and suggested you take a shower. Everything you needed would already be there, and he promised he’d leave you a change of clothes on one of the benches near the door for when you were done. He had even been kind enough to leave a note promising the pair of boxer briefs he’d brought were clean, though you had still hesitated.

Cocooned in the warm blanket Jacob had given you on the way to the cafeteria, sitting in front of the hobo fire, your back to the door, you realized it was the only kindness you would be receiving.

The cafeteria may have been intended to be a sort of center of operations, you judged by the boxes of food and supplies you saw stowed under a table, but at the moment, you felt as if it were moments away from becoming the interrogation room you felt it had just barely avoided becoming.

You could feel their stares, their eyes burning holes into you while you kept your fixed gaze alternating between the mug of tea Jacob had gotten for you and the pair of black sweats you now wore. 

They were all here, at least, all alive.

Eventually, you lifted your gaze and fixed it on the glow of the fire emanating from the trash can. You hoped they’d think your mind was lost in the fire while you took them in.

Kevin studied you from the kitchen window where the lunch ladies used to serve the meals they’d prepared for the day. His face was thinner now you noted, more angular as he’d lost the baby fat you remembered. His eyes were still as sharp as ever, though, and you were sure he had already discerned things about you even you hadn’t noticed yet. 

Jacob leaned against the window’s counter. Haknyeon and Hyunjae stood on either side of him, toying with the lunch trays in their hands. They had their backs to you, so you couldn’t see their faces clearly, and take in how much they had changed. You could tell they had gotten bigger, shoulders wider than you recalled. At the very least, you contended yourself with the knowledge that you could still tell it was them. 

It didn’t take you much to reach the conclusion that the three were listening to Jacob recall how you had reached them. 

Avoiding Kevin’s eyes, you moved your gaze toward Sangyeon, who was packing supplies into a box. Younghoon and Juyeon looked the same as you last remembered them. They hovered behind Sangyeon, looking over a shared clipboard. 

It took you a moment to realize Sangyeon's lips were moving.

He had always been good at speaking without moving his lips much. You could guess what he was saying to them too. Their faces were blank in concentration, trying to give nothing away.

“It’s done!” Eric shouted happily, doors flinging open as he strolled inside. “I set up another room AND managed to fix the generator. Now where is she?!”

You were startled, nearly spilling your tea, and the tense silence of the room intensified. It didn’t take long for Eric to spot you, running to you even before you had turned fully around. He pulled you into a standing hug, squeezing you until you regained your bearings and returned his hug.

“Look at you!” He said when he pulled away. “You’re all grown up! I mean, we all are, but still.”

You chuckled, the tension of the rest of the room suddenly forgotten. “Me? Look at you. The last time I saw you, you were this tiny, scrawny little freshman crossing his fingers he’d make the varsity baseball team.”

He was far from the freshman you remembered. He was much taller now, and rather than scrawny, you could tell he’d spent a fair amount of time working out. His shoulders were wider, and while his face still looked like the Eric you remembered, it had also broadened.

Even his hair had changed. No longer the deep brown, he had dyed it white-blond, though you could see his roots starting to show.

“I did!” He laughed. 

“Make the team, that is,” Q interrupted before you could respond. 

The smile you had gotten because of Eric fell as you turned to look at Q.

It was the first time you allowed yourself to look at him since Jacob had brought you there. He sat in front of New, who had elected to give you his back. Sunwoo sat to his right with two girls you didn’t recognize on his right. You could feel the three of them staring at you. The two girls glared at you, though you didn’t understand why.

Sunwoo didn’t glare. 

His stare was cold and emotionless.

You could hardly bear to glance at him, so you focused on Q, whose eyes pierced through you in a glare.

He didn’t look much different. His facial features, if anything, had only sharpened enough to signal he’d grown older.

In the silence that came after his words, one of his eyebrows ticked upward in challenge, and he let his spoon drop onto his food tray. “But you wouldn’t know that would you?”

You swallowed. The look he was giving you.

“Q--” 

He sneered, “Changmin.” 

“W-what--” 

“It’s Changmin to you. You have no right to call me Q anymore.”

“I- I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” New scoffed without looking at you. 

“New--” 

“No.” He shook his head and, a moment later, slammed his spoon onto the table. “You have no right to call me New.”

“I’m sorry,” your whisper echoed in the silence.

New-- Chanhee, at your apology, finally turned and glared at you just as Q-- Changmin did.

“Whatever for?” 

You flinched.

“Why did you even come? Did you think we’d be waiting for you? With open arms at that?”  

“New.” Sangyeon snapped.

Rolling his eyes, he turned around without waiting for you to answer.

There was a lump in your throat, and it grew in the silence that returned. Tears threatened to escape you though you fought to keep them at bay with your gaze trained on the floor.

“I should go,” you whispered. 

Though you didn’t mean to look at him, your gaze fell on Sunwoo before turning around. He remained expressionless, looking at you with cold brown eyes. He wasn’t glaring at you, but the grip he had on his spoon felt like enough for you to know what he felt.

Clutching the blanket around your shoulders, you were halfway to the doors when Jacob stopped you. 

“Wait! Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want to eat?” 

“No, thanks.” You cast him a glance over your shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

You were halfway down the hall when Eric came running out from the cafeteria.

“Wait! Y/N, wait! You don’t even know where you’re going! I’ll show you to your room!”

You sniffed as he caught up with you.

“Oh. Oh, don’t cry. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. They--” 

She shook her head and waved for him to stop.

Together, they walked in silence toward the entrance, where they took the hall opposite the door. He led her upstairs to the second floor and through the hallway, turning right when they reached the end.

“Your room’s all the way back here. It’s Mrs. LaCroix's old classroom.” 

You nodded. 

“I would have given you one closer to us-- most of us are downstairs, but all of the classrooms have already been taken. A few of us have rooms up here, near the stairwell. Mine’s the one right next to the bottom of the stairs if you need me.” 

“Thank you,” you croaked out when you reached the classroom.

“Here,” he said, holding out a box you hadn’t noticed he was carrying.

“What is this?” 

“Provisions,” he answered, smiling at you. “Blankets, some pillows, things to make the bed and your room.” 

“Thanks, Eric.” 

“You,” he hesitated, “You are staying, right?”

You hesitated to answer, studying the floor by his feet. You didn’t imagine you’d be welcome to stay.

But. before you could figure out your answer, he spoke again. “Sleep on it. There’s a sandwich in there. You should eat it before going to sleep. I know it’s been a long day. And the guys-- they’re just-- Sunwoo--  he’s--” 

You nodded but said nothing in return.

He sighed. “I missed you, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.” 

“I missed you too. Goodnight, Eric.” The words came out quieter than you intended them to, but he heard them, and he pulled you into another hug before pulling away. 

You watched him make his way down the hallway and disappear around the corner before entering the room Eric had prepared for you. The door had yet to close before you were slumping onto the mattress that had been laid on top of multiple desks. 

You rummaged through the box, looking for the sandwich Eric had promised. It was the only thing that mattered to you now. You would eat it, focus on the textures and flavors in your mouth, and force yourself to forget everything else. And later, when the lights turned off, you would force yourself to sleep, though it wouldn’t stop your tears from escaping.

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f*ck about it | kim sunwoo

genre: smut, angst (?), friends to ???

paring: sunwoo x gn!reader (reader is afab but no pronouns are mentioned)

word count: est. 5k.

warnings: angry (unprotected) sex, dirty talk, some form of degradation, choking, sunwoo being ungodly sexy when he’s mad, jacob makes one very unfortunately timed appearance, this is gonna be filthy y’all, i’m just waiting til i’m done to add every warning

a/n: based on fuck about it by waterparks ft. blackbear! send me an ask to be added to the taglist! <3

summary: you & sunwoo have been at each other’s throats with no end in sight. every problem you have leads to a yelling match that could last for hours -- that is, until sunwoo decides to keep that mouth of yours busy with something else.

coming soon! preview under cut.

he's about to step past you when you say that and he freezes, eyes narrowing. you've never seen him quite this irritated before; it almost makes your sweet, silly sunwoo look like a completely different person. 

"if i remember correctly, you got pissed at me for going out with sua – i at least called you to let you know i was busy, you didn't even bother to text me and i waited for you all night!" 

…he may have somewhat had a point. you did ditch him to go to a movie with sanha, but only because he had brushed you off for sua twelve times. you tell him as much and he scoffs.

"i'm allowed to have other friends. i don't get why you're so jealous! half the time when i even try to be with you, you act like i'm clingy and we need spaces separate from each other, whatever the fuck that means, and then you get mad that i’m trying to have space." 

"i'm jealous?" you say, voice almost shrill. "you're the one who came over here asking why i went on a date with one of your friends! if anyone's jealous here, it's you, sunwoo. i can't believe you're trying to pin this on me."

the way his brow furrows makes something in you tighten – when he takes a step towards you, you take one back, and his expression only sours further. he's staring at you more intensely than he ever has, and despite the fact that he’s only a few inches taller than you, you feel…small.

not in the way that you’re scared of him or feel particularly belittled, but…

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (000) prologue: the next bet

WORD COUNT. 837

WARNINGS. swearing ofc! mentions of alcohol/weed, violence, crying and yn isn’t being respected

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

POUNDING MUSIC AND FLASHING LIGHTS.

It wasn’t impressive at all. It was just another frat party on another Friday night with the same people that were drinking their worries away in the same massive frat house, celebrating the weekend.

Sunwoo sighed as he looked around the dance floor, earning a couple of confused looks when they noticed his uncharacteristically annoyed expression. He was never one to be a party pooper, often ending up the main entertainment after a few too many drinks. But this time, alcohol wasn’t close to crossing his mind.

He threw his cup in his friend's hand as soon as he heard the infuriating news by two fratbros in passing.

No matter how many times he scanned the room for the outfit you so graciously showed off to him on your way to the party, you were absolutely nowhere to be seen. Panic settled in as he maneuvered his way between wasted people to get to the stairs.

His hands rested on his knees after he reached the top, catching his breath while still frantically looking around.

In the corner of his eye he saw the back of a familiar figure going around the corner at the very end of the long hallway. Sunwoo quickly shot up as he followed you, finally finding you in front of an open door to a random room.

“Where the hell—” He started with a loud voice the moment he met your eyes.

You shushed him and quickly grabbed the front his shirt, pulling him closer and out of sight of whoever was inside of the room.

When you were sure he wasn’t going to attract any unwanted attention, you leaned closer to the door frame. Sunwoo followed you actions and leaned over your shoulder.

“Dude! I can’t believe you got her to date you! Isn’t she really cold?” Someone laughed, the smell of cheap weed hitting you two.

A sting pierced your already rapidly beating heart when you heard the second voice.

“Actually she pretty sweet.” He responded. “But when am I getting my money? All I had to do was ask her out and kiss her right?”

Sunwoo felt his cheeks heat up out of anger at their words.

The familiar faces laughed again as your so-called ‘boyfriend’ made a money sign with his free hand.

Someone else piped up, “You would get 64000 won for the bet right? Let me up the scale!”

“What are you thinking?” Yeonjun took a sip of his beer and leaned forward, intrigued by his friend's suggestion.

Even just that simple action made your blood boil. You felt Sunwoo try to get passed you, probably to yell at them. But you kept him in place with a stern look. No matter how much it might hurt, you had to hear what the next bet was going to be.

For your own sanity.

“Make Yn fall in love with you! If you can get her to say ‘I love you’ to you first, before the school year ends, I’ll give you 128010 won plus the 64000 won he owes you.” His friend stuck out his hand in Yeonjun's direction, smirking. “That is if you can actually do it.”

Yeonjun’s eyes sparkled with a competitiveness that you used to think was love as he calculated the numbers in his head. “That’s like 150 dollars! I’ll take that bet!”

“She already likes me and I have plenty of time, this will be piece of cake! Say goodbye to your money, Tae!” He cackled, unknowingly breaking your already fragile heart.

Not being able to bear hearing anymore of their crude words about you, you stormed off, leaving a boiling Sunwoo standing there, stunned at their behavior.

Sunwoo was never a fighter. The few times he did get in fights, he was black out drunk and got his ass handed to him nearly right away. But after seeing your expression, he wanted nothing more than to go inside of that room and beat his so-called ‘friend’ to a pulp. His adrenaline told him he could do it.

But he didn’t. He knew you wouldn’t want that. And instead of more worries, you just needed him to be there for you. So he quickly followed you down stairs.

When you both reached the ground floor, he had finally caught up with you. He grabbed your hand to stop you in your tracks and gently turned you to him. Heavy black mascara stained your face and your cheeks were hot from emotion as you avoided his worried eyes.

He could feel his own heart break just at the mere sight of you like this.

Forcing himself to give you a small smile, he held your hand in his and led you out of the big, crowded house, not caring about anybody but you in the moment.

Although Sunwoo didn’t get to beat Yeonjun up as he wished, he was sure that you two would get revenge on the campus's pretty boy for what he did to you.

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[bermudas]

vanilla salt

↳ summary: the entire school thinks you’re in love with kim sunwoo, but only you and sunwoo seem to know that’s not the case. 

↳ prompt: “and i’m thinking that at this point, we’re so terrible that we deserve each other.“ 

↳ pairing: sunwoo x gender neutral reader

↳ genre: fluff, angst

↳ themes & tropes: friends to lovers, high school au, matchmaker au, implied love triangle?

↳ warnings: the word “damn” is mentioned once

↳ word count: 4.1k

↳ notes: if you understand what the title is referencing i love you <3 this fic is loosely based on toradora and was originally written as a birthday present for a mutual but life got in the way for me and then they deactivated… ira if u see this, this one’s for you!!! there’s also a brief tense switch in the second scene to emphasize that it’s a flashback, so i hope that’s not confusing either. 

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“So you and Sunwoo…” Eunbin pries, her face lighting up in curiosity as she peers around your locker.  

“We’re not together,” you say, exasperated, grabbing your lab notebook before slamming the door shut. 

“But you like him, right?”

“We’re just friends!” 

Before you can turn to leave, she pulls you back by your sleeve, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I’ve never seen you exchange more than two words with Kim Sunwoo outside of class until last week. I’m your best friend and even I find it strange.” She pokes you firmly in the chest as if to further drive her point home. “You’re hiding something, I’m sure of it.”

You don’t know why the entire school seems to think you’re in love with Kim Sunwoo. Under different circumstances, you might’ve found the situation amusing, especially considering the person you really like is Eric Sohn, Sunwoo’s best friend, and the person Sunwoo likes is Kwon Eunbin, your best friend—the very same Eunbin who’s convinced the two of you are hiding something from her.

Then again, you and Sunwoo are the only ones who know the truth. That’s the reason why you’re in this mess in the first place.

The classroom was empty, lights dimmed and doors closed. You took one more glance at the hallway, making sure that no one else had come back from lunch early before slipping into the room without a sound. Your grip tightened on the note in your hand as you made a beeline for Eric’s desk, the edges of the envelope starting to fold under the pressure. Crouching down, you unzipped his backpack quietly.

“What are you doing?” a voice called out, causing you to jump up in surprise. 

“Nothing,” you squeaked, attempting to conceal your confession before the intruder could catch a glimpse of it. A hand shot out to grab your wrist, and with a sudden tug, you found yourself face to face with Kim Sunwoo, the star of the boys’ soccer team—and the school’s resident heartthrob. He plucked the piece of paper out of your grasp, a smirk on his lips. 

“What were you doing in Eric’s bag?” he asked, holding your letter in front of him.

“None of your business,” you snapped, snatching it out of his hand. Thankfully, he hadn’t even bothered to open the note, saving you from any future embarrassment.

Or so you thought.

When Sunwoo opened his mouth to speak again, you wished the ground would swallow the both of you whole, dread filling the bottom of your stomach. 

“Do you like Eric? Is that what that was? A confession?” 

“I said, mind your own damn business,” you hissed, crumpling the envelope in your hand as you turned to leave the room. 

“Wait! I think we can help each other out!” 

You stopped in your tracks, eyeing him curiously across the room. “What do you have in mind?”

“You like Eric, right?” Sunwoo didn’t even bother to wait for an answer, instead launching straight into his next point. “You know, I’m his best friend. I can set you two up.” 

“What’s the catch?” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Well uh…” Sunwoo started, his voice trailing off as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning red. “Do you know if Eunbin likes someone?” 

“Wait. You like Kwon Eunbin?” you exclaimed, despite Sunwoo’s frantic gestures for you to keep quiet.

“Do you have any other friends named Eunbin?” 

Your jaw dropped open in shock. Kim Sunwoo, who could have anyone he wanted at the school, was asking you, a virtual stranger, to help him win someone over? You almost laughed at how absurd it all sounded, half expecting someone to come barging through the door to tell you it was all a prank.

“Why do you look so surprised?” he questioned, brow furrowed in confusion. 

“To answer your first question, no, she isn’t seeing someone. I’m just surprised you asked, that’s all. You don’t seem like the type who needs advice on how to talk to girls.”

“She’s not just any girl! She’s your best friend!” 

“I’m sure you can manage to talk to her without my help.”

“If you help me, I won’t tell anyone about your crush on Eric. One best friend to another, deal?” 

“Fine,” you muttered, reluctantly shaking Sunwoo’s hand. “Just don’t tell anyone about what you saw today.” 

Sunwoo tilted his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

By the time you head down to the cafeteria for lunch, Sunwoo’s already waiting for you, pulling out the chair next to him as you place your bag down. 

“Our class trip is this weekend,” he says.

“Eunbin thinks we’re hiding something from her,” you blurt out at the same time.

Sunwoo stares at you blankly. “We are hiding something from her.” 

“She thinks I have feelings for you!” you continue. “How are you going to ask her out then?” 

“Just tell her you like Eric! Problem solved!” 

You catch a glimpse of Eric out of the corner of your eye, quickly shushing Sunwoo as you fix a pleasant smile on your face. 

Eric places his tray down across the table from you, glancing up in your direction. “This seat isn’t taken, right?”

“Not at all!” Sunwoo chimes in. “I was just talking to Y/N about the trip this weekend. You’re coming with us, right?” 

“Sure, if it’s fine with you guys. I can always hang out with the baseball team.” 

“Don’t worry about it! Y/N’s planning on bringing Eunbin too,” Sunwoo insists, his face lighting up with a grin.

“I am?” you ask, earning yourself a nudge from Sunwoo’s elbow. “Oh yeah, I am!” 

“Oh, that sounds good then,” Eric replies with a small smile. 

Ever since your encounter with Sunwoo a week ago, he and Eric have become familiar faces at your usual lunch table, making themselves at home amongst your friends. Today, however, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen. 

She must be running late because of calc, you muse, stealing a fry off of Sunwoo’s plate.

“Hey!” Sunwoo protests, moving his tray further away from you as you make a face at him in return. “Get your own!”

“What are you guys up to?” Eunbin interrupts. Both of you turn around to find her standing behind you, her backpack left half open in her rush to get down to lunch in time. Sunwoo pauses, a blush starting to blossom on his cheeks, and you quickly step in.

“We were just waiting for you! You’re free this weekend, right? I was hoping you were gonna come on the class trip with us.”

“Sure, that sounds fine,” Eunbin responds, shrugging off her bag as she takes the seat next to Eric’s. 

“What do you think they’re going to do this year?” Eric asks.

“I don’t care as long as it’s better than last year’s trip,” Sunwoo offers, leaning back in his chair. “That sucked.” 

“Oh god, I remember that,” Eunbin adds. “It rained the entire time and we were crammed into the bus.” 

“It wasn’t that bad,” you counter. “At least we were dry.” 

“It was lame, Y/N,” all three of them say in unison, causing the four of you to break out into a fit of laughter. 

“Not that I mind hanging out with them, but since when were you, Sunwoo, and Eric a ‘we’?” Eunbin muses after school, stopping in front of her car to look for her keys. 

Taking a deep breath, you briefly glance around the parking lot, making sure you’re out of earshot from anyone nearby. “Ok, promise not to laugh,” you reply, recalling Sunwoo’s advice to you earlier that day. 

Eunbin sends you a confused look, a small frown forming on her lips. “I’m not going to laugh at you.” 

“Sunwoo’s setting me up with Eric.”

Eunbin pauses, her grip on the car door loosening as she whirls around to face you. “You like Eric?” she screeches, the words practically ringing in your ears. You wince, hoping no one was close enough to hear her. 

Lowering your voice to a whisper, you mutter, “Yeah, I like him, not Sunwoo.” 

“How come you told Sunwoo before me?” Eunbin pouts, throwing her bag haphazardly into the back as she climbs into the driver’s seat. “I’m your best friend!”

“It’s not like I wanted him to know!” you respond, shutting the passenger door closed. “He caught me trying to sneak a letter into Eric’s backpack during lunch last week.” 

“You were going to confess to him?” 

You wave your hands in front of your face, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Yes! No! I wasn’t going to put my name on it, think of it like a secret admirer.” 

“You must really like him then,” Eunbin murmurs as she starts the car, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. 

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“Let’s check out the haunted house!” Eunbin calls out, dragging you ahead of the group. Looking over your shoulder, you can’t help but notice how Sunwoo lags behind his peers, bending down to retie his already tied shoelaces in an attempt to slow you all down. 

While the rest of your group excitedly lines up in front of the venue, you wait for Sunwoo, nudging him gently with his shoulder as he passes by. “What are you worried about?” you start. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.” 

Sunwoo doesn’t respond, biting his bottom lip in apprehension. 

“Come on, let’s catch up to the rest of them. You don’t want to get stuck in the back, do you?” you tease, taking his hand in yours.

Despite your valiant attempts to maneuver Sunwoo towards Eunbin, it seems like fate has it out for you. As soon as you reach the rest of the group, Eric shouts, “Rock paper scissors to see who has to go in the back!”—prompting a chorus of groans to erupt around you. None of your friends seem to have any better ideas, though, which is why you end up having to endure the entire haunted house sandwiched between both Eric and Sunwoo. 

By the time you manage to make it out (alive, you might add, no thanks to the both of them), you think you might have to get your ears checked out later, especially with the amount of screaming emitted from the three of you two of them. Your heartbeat pounds erratically in your ears, and you can’t tell if you’re feeling the residual effects of the adrenaline rush, or if it’s because of the way Eric still clutches onto your hand like a lifeline. Next to you, Sunwoo practically falls to his knees in relief the minute he steps foot outside, taking a moment to catch his breath. 

“What took you guys so long?” Eunbin exclaims, pushing herself off the wall to help Sunwoo back up. 

“Sorry, we got separated! These two”—you gesture at the two boys at your side—”were screaming so much that even the workers started to get worried.” 

You don’t miss the way Eunbin’s eyes widen at the sight of your hand in Eric’s, your fingers tightly interlaced together. She winks in your direction, flashing you an inconspicuous thumbs up before she whisks Sunwoo away.

Seems like we didn’t need as much help as we thought we would, you think, watching Eunbin and Sunwoo dissolve into a fit of giggles as they wait in line to order their food. 

Eric clears his throat next to you, letting go of your hand as he glances in the other direction sheepishly. “We should probably get lunch soon too,” he says, interrupting you from your thoughts. “We don’t want to fall behind again.” 

A quick look around the area confirms his suspicions. It seems like most of your group has already branched off to get their own food, and while you can spot a few familiar faces nearby, you don’t feel like intruding. 

“Ah, we should… Does this sound alright to you?” you ask, pointing at the menu of a nearby food stand. 

Eric beams at you, his smile as warm as the sunlight on your skin. “I’m down for anything,” he replies, taking hold of your hand once more as he leads you to the line. 

Your gaze lingers on your hands. What does this mean? you wonder, attempting to quell the thunderous heartbeat in your chest.

Your phone clatters on the library table, cutting through the sounds of shuffling papers and clicking keyboards as you stare at Eunbin in shock. A few people glance up, surprised by the sudden noise, but thankfully, most of them don’t even bother to lift their heads from their work. Eunbin avoids your eyes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Youngkyun asked you out?” you hiss, repeating the words she had uttered only moments before, making sure to keep your voice down. 

“Yeah,” she murmurs, taking the seat next to you. “We started hanging out after we worked on that history project this month. Right around when you and Sunwoo started hanging out.” She props her chin upon the palm of her hand, her cheeks flushed.

Ah, you do remember her mentioning his name before. It makes sense that the two of them grew closer while you spent more time with Sunwoo and Eric. It’s not like you expected her to wait around for you. 

Speaking of Sunwoo…

“I didn’t think much of it at first,” Eunbin continues, “but now, I think I like him too. ‘Kyun’s really sweet,”—the corners of her lips twitch up into a shy smile—”and cute.”

Both of you chuckle at that, and you lean in closer, silently prompting her to provide more details. There’s no denying that Eunbin cares about Youngkyun. Her face seems like it’s bathed in a celestial glow, even under the library’s harsh lighting, and her eyes shine like the stars as she gushes about him. 

Despite this, your cheeks feel heavy as you muster up a grin in her direction. You’re happy for your best friend—you really are—but why does it feel like you’re betraying Sunwoo? 

You spot Sunwoo in front of the school the next morning, his hands tucked into his pockets and the tip of his shoe scraping against the pavement. When he spots you walking through the gates, a broad grin breaks out across his face as he waves in your direction. 

Glancing briefly around the area, you pull Sunwoo aside, away from any possible eavesdroppers. You take a step back, making sure to maintain a good distance away from him, lest people get the wrong idea. 

You dread what’s about to come next. 

“I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore,” you mutter, eyes fixed on the ground as you avoid his gaze, guilt pooling in your stomach. 

Sunwoo takes a step forward, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

He probably hasn’t heard the news yet, you think, taking a deep breath. “Oh, um...”—you twist the strap of your bag in your hands—”Youngkyun and Eunbin are together now, so you don’t have to help me with Eric anymore since I can’t help you. I’m—”

Sunwoo shakes his head, chuckling softly under his breath. You stop mid-sentence, taken aback by his reaction. 

You don’t know how you expected him to act, but despite all of the possible scenarios that ran through your head the night before, Sunwoo still manages to surprise you. 

“Are you laughing at me?” you sputter, shoving him in the shoulder. 

Sunwoo catches your hand before you can land another blow, his grip light around your wrist. “That’s not your fault,” he replies, his gaze softening. “Besides, I’d rather see her happy. She’s my friend now too.”

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about holding up your end of the deal. We’re friends, so I’ll help you anyways.”  He gives your hand one more squeeze before releasing it from his grasp, just as the bell rings. 

“I’ll see you at lunch!” Sunwoo calls out over his shoulder, turning back to head inside. 

“See you!” 

You glance down at the palm of your hand. What was that about?

“Is Sunwoo running late?” Eric asks, scanning your surroundings. The two of you are standing in front of a local cafe, both of your bags filled to the brim with textbooks and notebooks. With exam season drawing closer, Sunwoo had suggested the three of you meet up to go over notes and quiz each other—and yet, he’s nowhere to be seen. 

As if to answer Eric’s question, both of your phones light up simultaneously, text messages popping up on your screens. 

sunwoo: sorry i cant make it 

sunwoo: something came up w my sister

sunwoo: u guys can study wo me 

“He’s not sorry at all,” you mutter, your face heating up in embarrassment. Way to be subtle, Kim Sunwoo. 

“What was that?” Eric glances up from his phone. 

“Nothing!” you blurt out, waving your hands in front of you. “Do you want to head inside?”

“Sure. I mean, it’s not like Sunwoo was going to be that helpful anyways,” he jokes, his eyes crinkling up with his smile as he holds the door open for you.

While the two of you wait in line to order, Eric nudges you gently with his arm, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “You can go find us a table. Just tell me what you want, I’ll pay for it.” 

“You don’t have to!” you protest, fumbling through your bag for your wallet. 

He places his hand over yours, offering you a reassuring smile. “You can pay next time!” 

Next time?

In fact, there is a next time, and a time after that—and a time after that. Soon enough, you and Eric don’t even need to make plans, not when both of you regularly show up to the coffee shop at the same time each week, like clockwork. But as the weeks go by, you can’t shake the feeling that Sunwoo’s starting to avoid you. 

You shouldn’t think twice about how Sunwoo goes out of his way to push you and Eric together at every opportunity he gets. It’s a ridiculous notion—especially considering the nature of your relationship in the first place—but Sunwoo’s your friend now too, and you care about him. 

Maybe it is a bit strange that Sunwoo always seems to avert his gaze whenever your eyes meet, as if he’s guilty of something. Maybe it’s also strange that Eric no longer makes your heart race when the two of you are alone—at least, not like he used to. (You chalk that up to the fact that you and Eric have grown closer to and more comfortable with each other over time though.)

As much as you enjoy spending time with Eric, your days feel empty without Sunwoo’s presence at your side, even though your paths cross frequently in the halls and you exchange small talk between classes. 

(He smiles at you like nothing’s changed. It feels like there are oceans between the two of you, like the two of you are on opposite sides of a bottomless chasm held together by a fraying rope bridge. You can’t even fathom crossing it.) 

You miss him.

You miss Sunwoo. 

In hindsight, you probably should have realized that you have feelings for Sunwoo sooner. You should have noticed on your class trip, after you instinctively reached out to him in the darkness of the haunted house, holding onto him for comfort (both his and your own). You should have noticed when Eunbin tells you about her feelings for Youngkyun and your first thoughts are of Sunwoo’s happiness, not your best friend’s—nor your own. You should have noticed as Sunwoo rubs gentle circles onto the back of your hand in the school courtyard, even as he tells you that it’s ok that you can’t help him anymore because Eunbin has a boyfriend now, and he can’t control her feelings any more than you can. You should have noticed your disappointment every time Sunwoo blows off your plans so that you can spend more time with Eric, and you can’t bring yourself to admit that you would have rather spent time with him. 

There’s no epiphany, no eureka moment, no precise instant where the sheer force of your emotions barrels into you, forcing you to come to terms with your newfound reality. Instead, the realization trickles into you slowly, like water dripping from a leaky faucet: slow enough for you to compartmentalize it and save it for another day—until you can’t possibly ignore it anymore. 

You’re in love with Kim Sunwoo, and he still thinks you have a crush on his best friend. 

We need to talk,” you say, pulling Sunwoo into an empty classroom while everyone else heads down to the cafeteria.

“What is there to talk about?” Sunwoo responds, his voice flat as he leans against the door. “All you have to do now is ask Eric out. I’ve done all that I can do for you.”

With that, he slides open the door, slipping out of the room before you can get another word out.

So much for not letting the deal ruin our relationship, you think bitterly, your gaze drilling holes into his back as he turns the corner and disappears from your line of sight. Swallowing your pride, you run after him.

The staircase door slams shut, echoing throughout the empty hallway. You head towards the sound, your breath coming out in quick huffs as you pick up the pace, not willing to let this chance slide out of your grasp. 

As soon as your fingers graze the handle, the door swings open. You crash into Eric’s chest, his eyes widening in surprise as he grabs ahold of your shoulders to steady you. 

“Whoa there,” he says, grinning widely once he realizes it’s you. “I was just looking for you. Do you have a minute?” 

“Not right now, sorry. Have you seen Sunwoo?” you ask, craning your neck over Eric’s shoulders. 

“Oh.” You don’t know if it’s your imagination, but Eric’s smile falters a bit. He releases his hold on your shoulders, gesturing upwards. “I didn’t see anyone on my way here, but I think I saw someone heading up to the roof.” 

“Thanks! I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Eric shouts after you as you run up the stairs. 

Slamming the door open, you lean against the wall to catch your breath, scanning the roof for Sunwoo. When he sees you, he starts in surprise, taking in your disheveled appearance and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. 

“You ran after me?” 

“We weren’t finished talking,” you grumble. 

“But I saw Eric coming upstairs! I thought you would have talked to him instead. I mean, you like him,” he rambles, as if he still can’t believe the sight in front of him.

With a sigh, you push yourself off the wall, marching up to him. “Can we stop talking about Eric?” 

Confusion flickers across Sunwoo’s face briefly as he pauses, his response dying down in the back of his throat. 

“I want answers,” you continue, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “You said this arrangement wouldn’t change anything between us, that we would still be friends. But why have you been avoiding me for the past month? Please, Sunwoo, please just talk to me.” 

Sunwoo takes a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes meeting yours once again. “I’m selfish, that’s why. I don’t think I could have watched someone I cared about fall in love with someone else, even if I cared about them too much to interfere with their personal happiness. I thought putting some distance between us would make things easier. Clearly, I was wrong.” 

“You made me miserable, you know—” you laugh mirthlessly. A poignant silence hangs between the two of you. Your eyes trace his features carefully, committing him to memory in case you shatter what is already hanging by a thread. 

“—and I’m thinking that at this point, we’re so terrible that we deserve each other.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I like you, Sunwoo. Not Eric,” you reply, a shy smile spreading across your face. “We’re terrible at this matchmaking thing, by the way. I mean, look at how this turned out. We both ended up falling for each other instead of our best friends.” 

“I guess you’re right about that.” Sunwoo laughs as he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. “I like you too, in case you didn’t know.” 

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Blurred Lines: Final

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Roommates AU, Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Fuckboy AU

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: None

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The sound of the screen door banging against the wooden frame of the cabin forces you to blearily come to. Blinking, you glance over at the clock on the table and squint your eyes to read the time. Just past 11 in the morning. You must've slept like the dead because the last thing you remember is falling asleep in Sunwoo's arms. Turning your head, you take in the empty pillow beside you. A small frown forms when you realize your morning is starting off differently than yesterday, but when you think about last night, the frown is instantly washed away.

You stretch your body in the warm sheets cocooned around you and smile. Your entire being is sore but in the absolute best way possible. Flashes of last night replay in your mind, and you're instantly giddy to see the man behind it all. That's the only thing that gets you up and moving out of this bed. This blissful, wonderful bed is where half of your dreams came true last night.

Once you have your pile of clothes in hand - and yes, you picked out a cute outfit that doesn't necessarily make sense for spending the day in the woods - you peek your head out of the bedroom. When you realize you're the only one in the cabin, you leave your room and head straight for the bathroom. The first thing you need to do is hop in the shower and wash last night’s activities off of your body.

Admittedly, you zoom through your shower and getting ready because you're too excited to see Sunwoo. Though you're sad he left the bed before you - especially after… last night - you're still anxious to see him. A part of you is nervous too because now what? Are the two of you going to have "the talk" and become a couple? Will the two of you continue to just hook up? While you'd like to think you're strong enough to not fall into that pattern with him, after last night… you're not entirely sure. What if Sunwoo gets nervous about being this close to someone again and screws it all up? So many thoughts whirl through your mind that you don't even notice someone has entered the cabin until Sophia is standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Well, good morning to you," she smiles with a knowing look in her eyes.

You groan. Great, you haven't even gotten to the part where you dread seeing the rest of the group yet. Of course, they'd know what happened. Half of them have big mouths, and you're sure this particular information spread like wildfire.

"Don't worry. I've already talked to Eric, so he shouldn't be too obnoxious," she tells you with a slightly less than confident tone. "The others, though… Well, stay strong."

Her words cause you to laugh, and you step out of the bathroom after one more finishing fluff of your hair. "Thank you for trying to control your annoying boyfriend."

She knows your words are a joke, and she flashes you a rueful smile. "There's still Hyunjae… and Haknyeon… Let's just say he's less than thrilled to be sharing this cabin."

You grimace as you wonder how much Haknyeon wants to strangle the two of you. With a sigh, you move toward the cabin door to face the music, but Sophia stops you.

"Um? Where do you think you're going?" She asks with a raised brow. "I need details! I want to know everything!" She pauses, and a grossed-out look crosses her face. "Nevermind, not everything. Just the good stuff! How was it? How was he? Did he -"

The sound of your stomach growling cuts her off, and you both look down at the offending noise. Sophia tries not to laugh as you wrap your arms around your stomach.

"I didn't eat dinner last night."

"Oh, I know," she replies. "We all know."

You roll your eyes and exit the cabin with Sophia hot on your trail. As you approach the spot you'd normally find everyone, it's like you can see the smirks on their faces where you stand, and you know you're in for it. What you don't see is Sunwoo…

"Ohhohoho, there she is!" Hyunjae shouts, forcing the attention onto you.

The entire group looks over at you, and you do your best to keep yourself composed. You will not let them get to you. Even though you can feel your skin heating up. As you glance around the group for Sunwoo, you notice Haknyeon stand up and walk away. When his eyes avoid your direction completely, you hear a couple of the boys snicker.

"You traumatized poor Haknyeon," Kevin says with a laugh.

Normally, you'd ask what it was that traumatized him, but you have a feeling you don't want to know how much they know. Instead, you silently drop down on a chair next to Jacob and do your best to ignore it.

"I have so much I want to say, but I've already been yelled at," Eric shoots a glare at Sophia. "So, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"Small blessings," you mutter, causing the group to laugh.

"Well, I haven't been yelled at, so I'll say it all," Hyunjae grins wickedly and leans forward in his seat. "So, you and Sunwoo finally did the devil's tango?"

You laugh despite yourself and shake your head. He's never going to stop unless you give him what he wants. "Yes. We had sex. There. Are you happy?"

"Extremely," he grins. "It must've been really good too because we heard you all the way out here."

Panic causes your heart to crawl into your throat, but before you can really freak out, the rest of the group denies it.

"We didn't hear anything."

"Shut up, Hyunjae."

"They didn't hear anything, but some of us -" Eric cuts off when Sophia whacks him in the chest. A frustrated look crosses his face as he turns to face her. "For the love of god, woman. Stop hitting me."

Hyunjae tries to return to teasing, but Sangyeon immediately puts an end to it with one look. When he turns to face you with an awkward expression, you brace yourself. You silently watch Sangyeon compose himself and put on his "adult" face.

"Do we have to…" he pauses and waves a hand between the two of you. "You both know to be… safe, right?"

The rest of the group either gasps in horror or groans in dread, and you want your seat to swallow you whole. No way. There's no way.

"Are you trying to give her a safe sex talk right now?" Kevin asks incredulously. 

Before Sangyeon can say anything, Hyunjae gets out of his seat, announcing, "I'm removing myself from this situation."

Eric quickly gets up and follows, causing Sangyeon to yell, "Do you really want a bunch of little Sunwoo's running around?!"

"Oh my god," someone mutters while you disassociate from the situation. The two of you have had sex once. Once. Okay, twice, but you certainly didn't deserve this yet.

"Okay. Okay. I'll drop it," Sangyeon concedes. "Not like I wanted to talk about it anyway."

While the group turns to a more normal discussion - although the one prior is normal for them - you lean toward Jacob and lower your voice.

"Where is Sunwoo?"

"Oh, he had to go into town for something. He'll be back in a little while."

A bummed-out feeling enters your chest. What'd he have to go into town for, and how come he didn't leave you a note or something? Before you can let it take hold, you shove it aside. He'll be back later, and until then, you're starving.

An hour or so passes while you eat food and hang out with the group. Before you know it, Sunwoo is pulling down the drive, and a nervous excitement fills you. You stand up to greet him, but Chanhee intercepts you.

"Hey, can I get your help with something?"

Confusion runs through you as Chanhee pulls you to a secluded part of the beach. You look around curiously to see if you can figure out what he needs help with, but nothing catches your attention.

"What's up, Chanhee?"

He looks over your shoulder to see if anyone's around. "Well, Sangyeon's girlfriend's birthday is next week, but I figured since we're all together, we should celebrate it while we're here."

Your eyes light up. "We totally should! That'd be so nice."

"The thing is, I can't trust half of these idiots to stay quiet," he rolls his eyes. "Can I get you and Soph to come up with a plan while I distract the rest of them with something else?"

"Of course!" You immediately respond. Ideas of cakes and balloons are already dancing through your head.

Chanhee gives you a relieved smile before glancing over your shoulder again. "Thank you! You're the best."

You turn and watch as he walks away. When he makes a beeline straight for Sunwoo - who is watching the two of you - your heart jumps in your chest. Moving to go say hi to Sunwoo, your steps falter when he doesn't even glance back at you and instead walks away with Chanhee.

Okay. Weird, but maybe Chanhee recruited him too. He could've at least waved at you or something, though. Feeling a sour mood start to take over, you push it from your mind and focus on the task at hand. You need Sophia.

Spending the next five minutes searching for her, you finally find her in Sangyeon's cabin with the girl in question. You signal for her to follow you outside, and she quickly excuses herself. As you turn to leave their cabin, you spot Sunwoo and Sangyeon in Sangyeon's room. Before you can think anything else about it, the door is shut, closing you out. You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before following Sophia out of the cabin.

While you fill her in on the plan, your mind wanders back to Sangyeon's room. Maybe Chanhee was in there with them, and they were filling Sangyeon in on the plan. Of course, they'd shut the door if his girlfriend is right there.

Sophia is just as excited as you, and the two of you come up with ideas for presents and decorations for the next hour. Thoughts of Sunwoo disappear as you focus on coming up with something brilliant for the girl who's been nothing but welcoming to you.

When it's time for the two of you to go to the store and get some supplies, your first thought is Sunwoo and his car. You're going to need to borrow it if you're going to pull this off. Plus, it's past time to talk to him. You start looking for him at your cabin, and luck is on your side when you find him there.

"Sunwoo!" You happily shout as you come up behind him. 

He jumps, startled, before looking back at you and composing himself. "Oh, hey… What's up?"

Some of your happiness slips away at his casual demeanor, but you ignore it. You just… surprised him. That's all.

Noticing your unease, he comes up to you and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes fall shut at the sweet gesture, and you give yourself a moment to appreciate it. When he pulls away, he gives you a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry. What I should've said is, 'Hello, beautiful. How did you sleep?'"

A small part of you loosens as he rubs his hand up and down your arm. You smile at him. "Good. I was out like a light."

"I know," he laughs. "You didn't even move when I woke up. I tried to kiss your face like yesterday, but you didn't even twitch."

The rest of your unease melts away, and you relax. This is how it's supposed to be between you. This is the Sunwoo you've come to know.

You pout. "I was sad not waking up next to you. Especially after…"

"Last night," he raises his brows with a cocky grin on his face.

You give his smug look a blank stare before drily replying, "Nevermind."

He laughs when you turn away from him and wraps his arms around you, effectively trapping you against him. He playfully asks, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Oh! That actually reminds me that I came in here for something!" You turn in his arms and wrap yours around his waist in return. "Can Soph and I borrow your car?"

His hand comes up to brush some of your hair behind your ears. "Trying to run away already?"

"If I was running away, I wouldn't have used the term borrow," you tease. "We're just gonna run and get a cake and decorations for the party."

"Party?" He asks in confusion. 

"For Sangyeon's girlfriend!"

When his face scrunches up, and he looks at you like he has no idea what you're talking about, you furrow your brows. "I thought Chanhee told you?"

The moment you mention Chanhee's name, Sunwoo's eyes light up. "Oh! The party! I forgot Chanhee mentioned that."

You eye him for a moment, suspicions rising. Is that not what he was talking to Chanhee and Sangyeon about?

His hand drops into his pocket and he pulls out the car keys. He hands them to you without another word before reaching into his pocket again and pulling out his wallet. "How much do you think you'll spend?"

"Oh, don't worry about it," you tell him as you drop your arms and step away. "I don't mind paying."

"Well, let me help pay for some," he insists, taking out a couple of bills and tucking them into your hand. He's leaving no room for arguing, so you shrug and accept the money.

"If you insist."

He tucks the wallet back into his pocket and steps toward you. When he places his fingers under your chin and tips your head up, you could melt. He lightly brushes his lips against yours before giving you a proper kiss. He whispers the words "hurry back" and you nod.

The moment you get into Sunwoo's car with Sophia, you explode.

"Somethings going on with Sunwoo."

She looks at you with wide eyes. Her body isn't even all the way in the vehicle yet. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," you shove the keys into the ignition and start the car while she puts on her seatbelt. "He's acting weird. I'm getting weird vibes."

You glance over at her as you pull the car out of its parking spot and start to move down the drive. When she just quietly stares back at you, you elaborate. "Well, first. He left this morning without saying a word. Fine, whatever. I was sleeping. Then when he comes back, he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. He immediately goes to Chanhee to talk. I assumed they were talking about the party, but when I mentioned it to him, he had no clue what I was talking about."

"Take a breath," she gets in before you can start the next sentence.

You take a deep breath and try to collect your thoughts. "I thought after last night, we'd be closer, but I feel like he's more distant than ever? I don't know. Maybe it's just me…"

When you look back at Sophia, you see her face is carefully blank, and you become frustrated. "It is me, isn't it? I'm making something out of nothing."

"I wouldn't say that," she finally says.

"Then, what would you say?"

She bites her lip like she's searching for an answer. "Maybe he just doesn't know how to act? I mean, this is the first time he's slept with someone and kept them around in how long? He could be freaking out just as much as you are."

Her words don't sit well with you. Not because they hurt you, but because it just doesn't feel like the truth. Sure, there's truth behind them, but that just doesn't feel like what's happening. 

"How about we focus on getting a yummy cake, and when we get back, you talk to him?" She suggests.

It leaves a hurt feeling in your heart because you expected more out of this conversation. Honestly, you kind of expected her to offer to beat him up or something. Instead, you just feel more confused.

When you eventually get back to the cabins, party supplies and cake in tow, Jacob and Kevin - who are apparently now aware of the party - come help you carry in the bags before Sangyeon's girlfriend can see them.

Apparently, Chanhee is right. None of them can keep a secret. Though, you don't know why that surprises you, considering how your morning went.

Speaking of Chanhee, you see him, Sangyeon, and Sunwoo off at the edge of the woods talking. Before you can go over there and figure out what is going on, Sophia drags you into a cabin to start setting things up.

You distract yourself by blowing up balloons and helping Sophia decorate Sangyeon's cabin. The rest of the group keeps his girlfriend busy while also running into the cabin and grabbing whatever she needs to keep her out. It's almost laughable how obvious it is. However, when Chanhee steps through the door, you quickly abandon your tasks and zero in on him.

"Is there something going on with Sunwoo?"

He stares at you for a long moment before letting out a "nope" and moving on. He looks over the decorations and the cake before saying, "This place looks great. Are we ready for her to come in?"

Sophia confirms that all we have to do is light the candles. You continue to stand in the same place, feeling like you've been dismissed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you watch Chanhee leave to get everyone while Sophia lights the candles. When she glances over at you, you plaster a happy expression on your face that doesn't feel real even to you. 

Sophia gives you a gentle smile and quietly says, "It'll all make sense soon."

Your eyes laser in on her and her confirmation that she basically knows what's happening. "What does that mean?"

"Shh! They're coming!"

"No, Soph. What are -"

The cabin door opens, revealing Sangyeon's girlfriend and the rest of the group behind her on the deck. You all shout "surprise" nearly startling the poor girl out of her skin. Her eyes trail over the balloons and streamers before landing on the cake, and a giant grin breaks out on her face.

"Is this all for me?"

"Happy early birthday, babe," Sangyeon wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, thank you…" she says happily, but confusion also rests on her face. "You know my birthday isn't for a few weeks, though?"

Your brows furrow. Didn't Chanhee say next week when you talked earlier? 

"I know, but I figured we could celebrate it now while we're all together," Sangyeon tells her. The look he's giving her makes it seem like he's trying to will her to understand something. Like if he tries hard enough, they'll suddenly become telepathic and can communicate without words. The entire thing is odd to you, but then someone shouts the word "cake" and everyone is back to normal again.

You move back, so you don't get trampled when the boys stampede for the cake. Sophia immediately starts threatening people about what'll happen if they make her drop it, and that causes them to calm down. Somewhat. 

A hand comes to rest on the small of your back and you glance over to find Sunwoo next to you. He looks at you, and you can see the nervousness in his eyes as he asks, "Can we go talk?"

Instantly, your stomach drops down to your butt, and your palms get sweaty, but you nod yes. You follow him out of the cabin, not noticing a few sets of eyes following you out. Once you step out into the fresh air, you take a deep breath and try to relax. 

"Walk with me?" Sunwoo cocks his head away from the cabin, and you wordlessly follow.

Your mind is racing 100 miles a minute. This can't be good, can it? But why would it be bad? Does he regret last night? Has he realized that he's actually not ready for a relationship, and that's why he's been acting weird? You quickly stop yourself. Why are you instantly thinking the worst?

Deep down, you know it's because you're scared. You've fallen so hard for this man that it's taken you by surprise. You can't recall a time when you've felt this deeply about someone. Where you like them so much, you just enjoy watching them exist. You like seeing their eyes dart around a room as they take everything in or seeing the little moments where they're deep in thought and not paying attention to the world around them. That's how deep you are for Sunwoo, and his nervous silence has your heart crawling up your throat.

Once Sunwoo starts heading for a small path into the woods that you've never noticed, you begin to slow down. "You're taking me into the woods?"

He looks back and notices your hesitancy. "There's something I want to show you."

You thought he wanted to talk? Regardless, you slip your hand into his when he holds it out and let him pull you into the line of trees. His thumb traces a path back and forth across the back of your hand, and the light touch calms you.

"What do you want to show me?"

He squeezes your hand. "It's a surprise."

The two of you walk for a couple of minutes through the dense trees. You wonder how and when Sunwoo had the opportunity to explore the woods. Maybe one of the others found whatever it is and just showed it to him while you were setting up for the party. You did see him, Chanhee, and Sangyeon near the path entrance earlier.

Up ahead, lights catch your attention, and you move your head to try and get a better view. When you see a break through the trees, you notice there's a small clearing up ahead. As you approach, the sight before you becomes clear and your heart starts to hammer in your chest.

Fairy lights twinkle, wrapping around wooden poles stuck in the ground and crisscrossing overhead of a small sitting area. Blankets are draped underneath with big, fluffy throw pillows sprinkled around. A wicker picnic basket rests off to the side of the blankets, along with a bucket and a bottle of champagne that's being chilled. Your steps falter as you take in the magical sight in front of you.

When you finally look up at Sunwoo in shock, you notice him watching you. He nibbles on his lower lip nervously as he lets you take it all in. Finally, when his voice reaches your ears, you can hear the hope within it.

"Do you like it?"

Your mouth opens and closes a few times as your eyes flash between the scene ahead of you and him. "I- You did this for me?"

He nods and searches your face. "I've been working on it for most of the day."

So, that's why he's been so weird today! He'd been coming up with and preparing all of this for you… Your throat gets thick with emotion. Nobody has ever done anything like this for you… This moment is going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

"Sunwoo… I love it," you meet his gaze, feeling a burning start behind your eyes. "This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."

A brilliant smile lights up his face, and he slowly pulls you with him as he walks over to the blankets. You're too stunned to do much besides stare at all of his hard work. This man… This amazing, wonderful, beautiful man has officially stolen your heart. He held it before, but now you realize that you're never getting it back. It's his.

He stops you at the edge of the blankets and reaches down behind the basket. When he stands up, he offers you a bouquet of colorful flowers. Gingerly, you take them, and as you admire them, you realize they're the same flowers dotted throughout the clearing. 

Sunwoo handpicked you flowers. 

Your eyes flash up to his, and you convey as many emotions as you can in them. You're not entirely sure you can talk with the way your throat is completely closed. If you open your mouth, you might burst into tears.

Sunwoo looks more nervous than you've ever seen him, but you know he's understanding everything you can't find the words to say. He's always been able to read you like a book.

When Sunwoo kicks off his shoes and steps on the blanket, you follow suit. The two of you sit down next to each other while you attempt to find the right words to say.

"Thank you," your voice comes out hoarse, and you clear it. "I don't even know how to describe the way I'm feeling right now."

He offers you a small smile. "It's okay. I can see it."

"I had no idea you were planning any of this…"

He shrugs. "I had some help."

Everything falls into place for you. Him avoiding you and being gone when you woke up, Chanhee being there nearly every time you turned around…

"Chanhee?"

"Chanhee, Sophia, Sangyeon…" he nods before a curious expression takes over his face. "Though, I'm still not entirely sure how it turned into a birthday party for his girlfriend."

You laugh, knowing how you dove head first into that without question. Reaching for his hand, you look down and play with his fingers while you get your thoughts in order.

"Nobody has ever done anything like this for me… I've always seen it in movies and wondered what it would be like, but I don't think anything could ever compare to this moment."

He squeezes your hand, causing you to look up at him. "Well, I'm glad it's me that's giving it to you."

He sits up straight and turns until he's facing you, but he never lets go of your hands. Instead, he brings his other one up and holds both of yours with his. "I like you. Any fool with eyes can see how completely head over heels I am for you… From the moment I met you, I knew you were gonna be someone important to me, and the more time we spent together, the more I could see myself giving you my entire heart."

When your chest squeezes painfully, you realize you're not even breathing anymore. You take a shaky breath but stay quiet because you know Sunwoo isn't done yet.

"You've helped me realize that I can have something beautiful again. That I can give my all to someone, and they'll give me theirs in return. You make me feel like I can take on the world and that you'll be there whether I fail or succeed. You just make me… feel, and I want to do the same for you. I want to make you feel valid and important, and safe. I want to cheer you on and explore a new hobby with you every day, even if I think it's stupid." He cracks a smile, and you laugh even though tears are filling your eyes. You remember saying those words to him that first night at the bonfire, and you swear you can feel your insides melting.

"I want to cherish you and root for you in every single thing you do because… I love you. I love everything about you, and I want to be with you more than anything in this world."

A tear spills down your cheek, and you do that weird laugh-cry thing. Sunwoo fights back a smile and lets go of one of your hands. He lightly brushes the tears from your face and leans in to kiss you on the forehead, breathing the words "I love you" onto your skin.

"I love you too, Sunwoo," you finally force the words out. Sunwoo pulls back to look at your face, his own eyes shining. "I love everything about you, and I've never felt so understood and cared about before. It's unfair because I think you stole all the good ways to say it, but I want all of those things too. I want to be with you, and I want to give you my everything, even though you already have it. You already have my mind, body, and soul, Sunwoo, and there's no one else I'd rather give it to."

Sunwoo smiles before leaning in to kiss you. When his hand comes up to caress your jawline, you swear this moment couldn't get any more perfect. This is all you want, and you're finally ready to have it.

Suddenly, a couple of cheers sound out from the woods, and you and Sunwoo are startled apart. You blink at each other in disbelief as it dawns on you that your stupid friends are watching from the woods. When you look over at the sound, you see a few of their faces poking out from the foliage. 

"Are you guys together now?" Eric yells.

"Did he propose?" You hear Hyunjae ask someone, only to gasp in pain when that person hits him in response.

A laugh is ripped out of you, even though a part of you is annoyed. However, why would you expect anything else? They've been like this from day one, and now this chaotic group of people is forever entwined in your life.

Sunwoo takes a deep breath before yelling, "If all of you aren't gone in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to stick hair removal cream in your shampoo!"

The woods suddenly get really quiet, and you lose it when you hear the group start to sneak away. A few seconds later, Sunwoo joins in.

"I hope you realize what you've gotten yourself into," he smirks.

You do, and you feel yourself glowing as you reply, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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E se você e Sunwoo fossem amigos íntimos?

Próximos o suficiente para desfrutar de alguns benefícios extras.

Desde que esse acordo começou vocês dois acham que têm sido muito bons em não confundir essas linhas e manter os amigos e os benefícios estritamente separados. Afinal de contas, sexo é sexo e amizade é amizade.

Para manter o acordo agradável para todos vocês dois obviamente estabeleceram algumas... Regras? Alguns sim e não.

Por exemplo, não havia problema em conhecer outras pessoas, mas o acordo seria colocado em pausa indefinidamente por respeito pela outra parte. Mesmo que fossem apenas os "estágios iniciais".

Vocês também concordaram que se um dos dois desenvolvesse sentimentos por outra pessoa, vocês conversariam sobre isso. Ambos já tinham ouvido falar de relacionamentos que foram arruinados ou prejudicados pela falta de comunicação e ambos concordaram que preferiam saber sobre esses sentimentos do que ser mantido no escuro.

E, na maioria das vezes, funcionava. Tudo estava indo bem, muito bem. Nenhum de vocês pedia mais do que o esperado. E você achava que poderia se orgulhar disso, mas aparentemente não.

Sunwoo e você tiveram sua cota justa de encontros e relacionamentos de curta duração, se é que se pode chamá-los assim. Estava tudo bem, estava indo muito bem. Pelo menos para você, tinha conhecido algumas pessoas legais, alguns parceiros potencialmente invejáveis. Mas você não saberia, pois assim que ficava entediada, Sunwoo era a primeira pessoa para quem você mandava mensagem. Quando seus parceiros diziam ou faziam alguma coisa, você se lembrava de Sunwoo, quando eles não faziam nada, você pensava no Sunwoo. Ele estava aqui, ali e em toda parte. Você sempre acabava nos braços dele.

Da mesma forma, ele poderia estar com os amigos e não deixaria de enviar mensagens para você, ele raramente deixava suas mensagens sem resposta. Na verdade, ele provavelmente a importunava com bastante frequência por não responder com rapidez suficiente. Ultimamente, ele não tem gostado muito de você explorando o campo, mas no momento em que você ligava para ele depois de cada encontro fracassado, dizendo-lhe para abrir a porta, as dúvidas dele deixavam de existir. Principalmente quando ele a colocava contra a porta, a janela, a bancada, em todo lugar. Perto o suficiente para inspirá-la e engoli-la inteira. Naquela época, definitivamente não havia reclamações.

Este, infelizmente, não é um desses momentos.

Imagine que você está sentada em um banco ridiculamente desconfortável esperando que o barman prepare sua bebida. Você não tem certeza de onde exatamente estão todos os outros, mas sabe que seus amigos estão espalhados pelo clube mal iluminado, possivelmente bêbados, mas estava tudo bem, eles estão bem. Você lança ao barman um sorriso gentil e pega sua bebida graciosamente antes de se virar para examinar a sala. Ao bebericar, seus olhos, sem querer, pousam em uma figura familiar cercada por corpos menos familiares. Claro, lá estava Sunwoo, com garotas penduradas em cada lado dele, uma delas estava até se inclinando sobre a mesa, desesperada para ficar mais perto. Você revira os olhos enquanto elas riem um pouco demais de qualquer bobagem que ele esteja dizendo.

"Controle-se, ele não é tão engraçado assim." – Antes que seus pensamentos possam se aprofundar, você é interrompida por um tom familiar de provocação.

— Hey, gostosa, você está sozinha?

— Cale a boca, Juyeon. – Você ri antes de perguntar. — Onde estão os outros?

— Essa é uma boa pergunta. Quando você tiver a resposta, me avise.

Você está rindo com Juyeon pelos próximos minutos e apenas olhando de relance para Sunwoo a cada 20 segundos, ou a cada 10. Quando, de repente.

— Na verdade, s.n, já que você está aqui, eu queria que você conhecesse alguém.

O tom astuto dele contém uma ponta de culpa que imediatamente lhe diz que não há como escapar, e como se fosse a deixa ele aparece.

— Este é o Minho.

Qualquer reserva que você tenha sobre conhecer esse rapaz pode, ou não desaparecer um pouco quando você o vê. Afinal de contas, ele é agradável aos olhos e quem é você para recusar um pouco de atrativo? Ele definitivamente não é bonito como Sunwoo, mas isso não importa. Ele tem um charme diferente, um que a deixa feliz por estar na companhia dele. Um que pode fazer com que sua calcinha caia até os tornozelos se ele jogar as cartas certas, um que, de alguma forma, faz com que você dê uma risadinha e se incline para ele neste exato momento. Mesmo sob o olhar intenso de Sunwoo da mesa.

Ele está irritado, para dizer o mínimo, com a visão que tem diante de si, mas ele não fica muito tempo sozinho em sua irritação, porque logo Juyeon, Eric e Hyunjae se juntam a ele, juntamente com algumas garotas que Sunwoo não pode dizer com segurança que reconhece.

— O que o deixou de mau humor? – Pergunta Eric, e caramba, era a coisa errada a se perguntar.

— Não estou de mau humor. – O tom de Sunwoo é frio e cheio de irritação. — Só preciso de uma bebida. – Acrescenta ele, tentando suavizar o tom e falhando miseravelmente.

Ele não deveria estar descontando no Eric. Não é ele que está flertando com você, não são os músculos dele que você está apalpando com verdadeiro espanto, não é a mão dele que você está segurando enquanto se dirige à mesma mesa em que Sunwoo e companhia estão sentados.

Ele está convencido de que tudo isso é intencional quando você faz contato visual direto com ele antes de se inclinar para sussurrar - pelo menos é o que Sunwoo espera que seja - no ouvido de Minho.

Logo você está sentada bem em frente a Sunwoo e o brinquedo dele para a noite, com seu corpo agarrado ao lado de Minho. Você apresenta Minho a todos os que est��o sentados com você - exceto Juyeon, que obviamente já é amigo dele - e felizmente eles o recebem rapidamente. Todos, exceto Sunwoo, que poderia estar fazendo muito mais para ser um pouco mais cordial. Em vez disso, ele revira os olhos para tudo o que Minho diz, fazendo comentários sarcásticos em voz baixa, que a música felizmente abafa.

A atenção de Sunwoo logo é roubada pela loira que está em seu braço, pois ela pede que ele abra o botão superior de seu vestido, alegando que estava sentindo muito calor e que era muito difícil alcançá-lo.

Você tenta não se concentrar no modo como as mãos de Sunwoo demoram um pouco demais, ou na forma como os lábios dele pressionam a nuca dela, ou nos sons sujos que saem da boca dela, os quais você pode acrescentar, estão definitivamente sendo exagerados.

"Eu não me importo" - Você tenta se convencer.

Afinal, por que você deveria? Você raciocina consigo mesmo. Não há razão para que você não possa lidar com isso.

No entanto, parece que seus amigos pensam o contrário. Porque, de repente Eric grita.

— Arrumem um quarto!

— Bem em frente a uma senhora? Em público! Tenham um pouco de respeito! – Diz Kevin, agitando os braços para dar um efeito dramático.

— Que vergonha para sua honra! Que vergonha para o seu nome! – Eric finge desmaiar, e uma série de risadas e aplausos de bêbados soam ao redor da mesa.

No entanto, suas palavras têm pouco efeito sobre Sunwoo. E assim, com as palavras finais de Kevin.

— Não quero ver você manchar... Bem, nada, então tchau. – Todos saem, um após o outro.

Sunwoo e a loira - você acha que o nome dela é Krista? - são obrigados a se separar para deixá-los sair. E então eram quatro, você, Minho, Sunwoo e Krista? Que belo grupo de indivíduos. Há um momento de silêncio constrangedor, interrompido apenas quando Sunwoo pede mais bebidas para todos.

— Oh, vamos jogar um jogo! – Krista sugere muito animada.

Sunwoo e você estão prestes a rejeitar a ideia quando Minho concorda. E antes que percebam, vocês já estão jogando "Eu Nunca" com seis shots.

— Eu nunca... Hmm... Fiz uma tatuagem! – Esse é o shot número sete para você, mas não está sozinha, você sabe, sem olhar, que Sunwoo também está tomando um shot.

— Você tem uma tatuagem? Isso é tão sexy! – Você zomba do quão óbvia ela está sendo quando um par de lábios roça em sua orelha.

Sunwoo não consegue ouvir muito bem a conversa, especialmente com a loira em seu braço falando sobre a vez em que ela quase fez uma tatuagem, mas, por algum motivo, não fez. Observe que ele tem plena consciência de que, se realmente prestasse atenção, seria capaz de recitar os detalhes literalmente, já que se tratava de uma história simples. Mas como Sunwoo poderia se concentrar em qualquer coisa quando você está sentada em frente a ele, parecendo positivamente deliciosa, nos braços de outro homem? Só esse pensamento já é suficiente para enlouquecer um homem, então imagine como ele deve estar se sentindo insano por isso estar acontecendo com ele.

— Uma garota nunca revela tudo no primeiro encontro. – Sunwoo consegue ouvir e sente o punho cerrado quando Minho repete as palavras mais alto, aproximando-se de você também, como se estivesse provocando Sunwoo.

— Primeiro encontro?

— Sim. E as senhoritas certamente não revelarão muito mais antes disso também. – Seu tom é brincalhão enquanto dá um tapinha na bochecha de Minho antes de se afastar.

E Sunwoo sente todo o seu ser relaxar com a nova distância.

— Então, Minhyuk. Sem tatuagens? – Sunwoo sabe que está sendo infantil, mas não se importa.

Não quando seus olhos estão fixos nele. Você sabe que ele está testando a sua paciência, ele quer que você se irrite e ele sabe que você está ciente desse fato.

Felizmente para você, Minho é muito gentil para entreter Sunwoo nem um pouco.

— Não, mas não estou me opondo a fazer nada. Só não encontrei nada que valha a pena ser pintado.

Antes que Sunwoo possa responder, Krista entra em cena.

— Sunwoo, você tem tantas tatuagens. – A mão dela vai acariciando o peito dele enquanto ela continua. — Aposto que eu poderia encontrar todas elas, sem problemas.

Um pequeno zumbido é a única resposta de Sunwoo. Ela passa os dedos no cós da calça dele, e antes que alguém perceba os lábios dela estão beijando o rosto dele com vontade.

— Vamos lá, querido, você pode me dizer se estou perto.

Você sabe que não deveria ficar olhando, mas não consegue evitar. A medida que as mãos dela se abaixam e os lábios se elevam, cada vez mais perto da tatuagem que Sunwoo fez contigo, você aperta o maxilar com mais força. E antes que perceba você derrama sua bebida sobre ele.

— Que merda! – Ele grita.

Krista se afastou dele, surpresa com a reviravolta dos acontecimentos.

— Foi um acidente! – Você grita de volta. — Não seja idiota. – Sunwoo revira os olhos enquanto se levanta para se limpar.

— Eu vou ajudá-lo. – Você informa Minho e Krista e sai na direção em que ele foi antes que qualquer um dos dois possa questionar por que ele precisaria de sua ajuda.

— Sunwoo? – Você o chama por causa da música alta. — Sunwoo? Sun... Oh, porra!

Você exclama ao ser puxada para dentro do banheiro. Instintivamente, você se contorce e se debate, tentando escapar do aperto do seu raptor quando, de repente ele o solta.

— Mas que diabos... – Você começa, mas não consegue terminar.

Quentes, carnudos e suculentos. Você está muito familiarizado com os lábios que tomaram os seus como reféns.

Uma mão a aperta com força contra a porta do banheiro, enquanto a outra desliza para dentro do seu cabelo macio. Você tenta puxar a cabeça dele para mais perto de você, mas ele está o mais próximo possível, enquanto está enfiado em sua garganta e ainda assim não está perto o suficiente. Então, você puxa e repuxa e mordisca o lábio inferior dele. Você precisa de mais e quase acha que está prestes a conseguir exatamente isso, mas ao em vez disso Sunwoo pressiona os lábios com firmeza, e de repente você está choramingando contra os dele.

Ele se afasta e quando seus lábios seguem os dele, ele segura seu queixo com uma das mãos, apertando suas bochechas, a mantendo no lugar.

— Hmm, tão carente. – Ele diz. — Do que você precisa? Vá em frente, me diz.

Você poderia se derreter com a doçura da voz dele, mas então ele acrescenta.

— Querida. – E isso não deveria afetá-la tanto, mas o tom dele é tão baixo, tão frio, tão maldoso.

Estava zombando de você. Isso dá um nó no seu estômago, o calor se espalha em você, enquanto sua calcinha encharca. Você quer dizer "você", na verdade, você quer gritar com ele antes de implorar para que ele a foda tão bem e com tanta força, mas ao em vez disso você solta um pequeno guincho e a risada de Sunwoo é sarcástica.

— O quê? Nada a dizer? Você tinha muito a dizer para o seu brinquedinho lá fora! O que foi aquilo, hmm? Quer que eu o traga aqui? Talvez isso faça seu cérebro funcionar.

Normalmente, você o atacaria naquele momento, mas não esta noite, pois algo se rompe quando ele fala de Minho e tudo o que você quer fazer agora é discutir. Não é possível que ele fique bravo com você quando ele estava a dois segundos de, no mínimo, uma punheta pública.

— É mesmo? E quanto a você e a senhorita barbie ali. Kristen? Krista? Seja qual for o nome dela. Você não estava perdendo um segundo com ela agora a pouco, estava? – Você não se dá conta de como sua voz ficou alta até que Sunwoo iguala seu volume.

— Não seja arrogante comigo quando você estava praticamente enfiado a bunda no Marco! E quem diabos é Krista? O nome dela é Kayla!

— É Minho! – Você grita em frustração, empurrando Sunwoo de cima de você. — Mas você está ocupado demais sendo um idiota para se importar.

Você passa a mão no cabelo, andando de um lado para o outro do banheiro, o que não é muito longe, considerando o espaço minúsculo. Sua garganta está começando a ficar seca e irritada por causa de toda aquela gritaria.

— Pelo amor de deus, Sunwoo. – Sua voz ficou mais suave, um pouco rouca. — Por que eu gosto de você? Mesmo agora, quando você está sendo tão idiota.

Lágrimas se acumulam nos seus olhos e você tenta enxugá-las antes que caiam.

— Eu não posso fazer isso. – Você sussurra enquanto passa por Sunwoo para ir embora.

Você gosta dele? Claro que gosta. Como não percebeu antes? Você poderia ter evitado tudo isso, que bagunça você fez.

Sunwoo estava atordoado. Você está gostando dele?

Você gosta dele!

E agora você acabou de sair, quase chorando por causa dele.

Caramba.

Sunwoo sai correndo pela porta, procurando por você na boate, ele localiza sua silhueta, indo em direção à saída. Ele corre, corre até você. Ele consegue alcançá-la, te agarra pelo braço pela segunda vez naquela noite, puxando-a para o corpo dele antes que você possa resistir, te envolvendo nos braços dele em torno de você com tanta força.

— Meu Deus, s.n, você não sabe? Você não pode simplesmente dizer a um cara que gosta dele e ir embora. – Ele se afasta um pouco para inclinar seu rosto para o dele. — Especialmente não antes dele dizer o quanto está apaixonado por você.

— Sunwoo, não estou a fim de ouvir suas piadas. – Você resmunga, tentando não desmoronar.

— Eu juro. Não estou brincando. – Ele se apressa. — Sei que fui um completo idiota esta noite, mas não aguentei ver você com aquele cara! Não quando você ainda não era minha. Eu não suportava a ideia de você escolher ele em vez de mim, mesmo que fosse só por um momento. Eu sinto muito.

O modo como ele acaricia sua bochecha com tanta delicadeza que parece uma pluma. Você provavelmente nem perceberia se ele não irradiasse tanto calor. O polegar dele passa sobre uma lágrima que consegue escapar, e você jura que o toque dele queima.

— Eu me apaixonei por você, s.n. – A voz dele é firme e ao mesmo tempo tão vulnerável.

Basta olhar em seus olhos para saber que é verdade, ele está apaixonado, ou algo muito próximo disso.

E assim, você admite.

— Ainda bem que eu também estou apaixonada. Caso contrário, isso seria muito estranho. – Você ri entre lágrimas.

Sunwoo te abraça com tanta força que sua risada é sufocada pelo alívio.

Não importa como você chegou lá, mas lá estava você no banheiro dele.

Você seca o cabelo com a toalha e se lembra das confissões anteriores. De repente, está sorrindo para o seu reflexo como uma adolescente apaixonada, você ainda não consegue acreditar que ele gosta de você.

Quando você chega em Sunwoo, ele está sentado no sofá, com o cabelo pingando do banho que tomou mais cedo.

— Achei que tinha dito para você secar o cabelo direito. – Você repreende pegando a toalha no ombro dele e secando o cabelo.

— Você disse, mas eu prefiro que você faça isso. – Você não consegue ver o rosto dele direito, mas sabe que ele está orgulhoso de si mesmo.

Suspirando em sinal de irritação você se dedica a pentear o cabelo dele, ouvindo suas divagações sobre o novo jogo que ele comprou e como ele acha que Eric tem uma queda por seu amigo.

Tudo isso parece tão familiar.

E você não consegue evitar, pois sua mente vagueia por todas as sessões de estudo estressantes que você teve e que acabaram se transformando em uma sessão de fofoca. Todas as noites de jogos que resultaram em discussões e só puderam ser resolvidas com um sorvete às 3 da manhã.

Seu dedo passa suavemente sobre a pequena tatuagem atrás da orelha esquerda dele, sem se importar com o fato de que a respiração dele se contrai levemente ao seu toque.

— Sunwoo. – Sua voz é distante, suave e carinhosa.

— Hmm?

— Lembra o que eu disse a você quando fizemos essas tatuagens?

— Como eu poderia esquecer? – Ele ri. — Se você fizer a mesma tatuagem que eu, vou dizer a todos que você quer se casar comigo. – Fala te imitando. — E no dia seguinte, você fez exatamente isso e estamos noivos desde então.

— Bem, você me copiou. A justiça tinha que ser feita! – Você exclama.

— Como eu poderia saber o que você estava fazendo? Você nem sequer me disse!

— Apenas diga que está obcecado por mim e vá embora! – Você esbraveja contra a atitude defensiva dele.

Com isso, Sunwoo imediatamente puxa você para o sofá e para o colo dele. Ele se inclina para perto de seus lábios.

— Estou obcecado por você. – Ele murmura antes de envolvê-la em um beijo profundo.

Gemidos suaves escapam de seus lábios e a língua dele explora sua boca e as mãos dele deslizam por baixo da bainha da camisa, que ele te emprestou, para traçar padrões leves em sua cintura.

Você afasta os lábios dos dele para deixar marcas ao longo do pescoço e da mandíbula, ao chegar no espaço atrás da orelha dele você mordisca gentilmente o lóbulo antes de avisar, sedutora.

— Só eu posso beijar você aqui. – E pressiona um beijo na tatuagem dele. — E aqui.

Você traça a tatuagem da costela dele através da camisa.

— E em qualquer outro lugar onde você possa tê-las. – Você se inclina de volta para os lábios dele, deixando propositalmente um espaço. — Está bem? Ninguém mais vai fazer isso. Nem Krista, nem Kayla, nem ninguém.

Você pergunta, certificando-se de passar seus lábios sobre os dele.

Sunwoo está tão fascinado por você, tão excitado pela sua súbita possessividade, que o cérebro dele esquece momentaneamente como funciona. Mas, quando você começa a se afastar, ele a puxa de volta e se embaralha dizendo.

— Sim, tudo bem. De agora em diante, ninguém além de você vai beijar as minhas tatuagens. – Então ele acrescenta. — Nossas tatuagens. Agora, querida, deixe-me fazer você se sentir bem.

E ele fez.

E em meio à adrenalina você se sente grata pelo fato da confissão não ter mudado nada entre vocês.

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[blossominghunnie]

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Day 1

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x fem!oc

Genre: Horror, angst, established relationship

Summary: An interesting and horrific haunted house experience.

Warning: Blood, injuries, cussing, mention of spiders

Notes: Day 1! I decided that I’ll use an oc instead of reader. 🤠

“Come on, Sun! It will be fun.” Chae pouted looking at her boyfriend.

“Yeah, because it is fun to get scared by strangers.” He sarcastically said.

“Oh, don’t be like that! And I bet it isn’t that scary.”

“I don’t believe that. I know this is one of the scariest haunted houses in the country.”

“And how do you know that?” The girl questioned.

“Because you told me a few days ago.”

“Dammit.” She cussed and crossed her arms. “Pleaseee baby, it’s not like something is going to happen to us. Eric came last year with Eun and they were fine.”

“Let me think about it… no.”

“Sunwooo.” She whined. “I’ll buy dinner.”

“Keep talking.”

Chae sighted. “And we can go on that ride you wanted to go, even if I’m afraid of heights.”

“You’re the best, baby!” He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hmm.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He hugged her and gave her a peck in the lips.

“Come on, babe.” She took his hand and their journey through the house began.

They entered alone since their group of friends were already ahead of them.

The house had a couple of rooms, it wasn’t that big but you could get easily lost.

They walked through the first room, it was dark, the only thing illuminating was a lamp on the corner.

Chae looked around trying to see if there was anything that could potentially scare them or just Sunwoo, everyone knew he was a scaredy cat.

As they were reaching the other door across the room, she began feeling cold.

“Are you cold, too?” She asked her boyfriend.

“Yeah, but it’s weird. All the windows are closed.”

After a moment, they looked at each other.

“You know that means there is a spirit around, right?” The brown haired nodded. “Come on, Sun. Let’s go to another room.”

“C-Chae?”

“Yeah?”

“There is something there.” He pointed to another corner. “It’s watching us.”

“Oh my god.” The girl walked faster, practically dragging Sunwoo. Opening and closing the door quickly once they were near it and took a deep breath.

“Let’s keep going, we have four rooms left.” The boy didn’t say anything and just clung to her right arm.

They reached the door down the hall and entered.

It was peach black as well, but there were two lanterns shining brightly on the floor. They grabbed them and continued.

Everything was okay until Chae felt something fell on her hair. Scared, she stopped walking and reached for it. It looked like spider webs, which made her scream, she hated spiders.

“What happened, love? What’s that?” Sunwoo asked preoccupied.

“I-it’s a spider web. But it looks abnormally big.” Her face turned white as a sheet. “Please tell me there isn’t a huge spider above us.”

The boy pointed at the ceiling and quickly lowered the light.

“There definitely isn’t a huge spider above us.”

“Sunwooo, you need to lie better.” She whined.

“I’m sorry, babe. But I’m nervous.”

“I know. But anyway, how are we going to escape without us being its next victim?”

“Let’s duck there and wait until it moves further.”

They quietly squatted and crawled towards the coach that was in the middle of the room.

They could hear like a tapping sound near them. When it was far enough they ran as fast as they could but Sunwoo got trapped in the sticky substance.

“Chae! Chae! Chae! Help me.” He shouted in despair.

“Oh my god! Give me a second, Sun!”

She turned around and jumped the webs that were laying on the floor until she was next to him.

“Let’s get out of here first.”

Since he was covered from head to toe, she grabbed his arm and pulled him, guiding him to the exit.

“Holy shit, that was horrible.” She spoke as soon as they were out.

“Tell me about it.”

The boy wiped his eyes and face with his hands and pouted.

“This is never coming off.”

“I don’t think so.” His girlfriend giggled. “Come on, two more and we’re done.”

“Can’t we just look for a way out?” Sunwoo asked pleadingly. “They keep getting worse and worse.”

“Okay, let’s do that and if we can’t find it we’ll have to keep entering the rooms.”

“Nooo, I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want either but if it’s the only way out we won’t have a choice.”

The boy just sighted. “Fine.”

They walked for a while, looking for the Exit sign that this houses normally have.

Not finding it, they looked through some doors, quickly closing them when they saw something creepy.

“This is taking foreveeer.” Sunoco whined.

“I know. Oh! Look!” Just a few feet away was a big door that had spray painted the word “Exit”.

“This seems suspicious but at this point, I don’t care.” Chae had a point but the pair was exhausted and just wanted to leave the place.

“Let’s just be careful and quick.” She nodded.

They entered the room that had led red lights all over the edge of the ceiling. They strutted towards the other door that was a little far away. They could see that it was the real exit since it had a glass window that looked to the fair.

Sighting in relief, they continued but halfway through they heard a sinister giggle.

“What’s that?” The brown haired asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.”

Turns out, it was a person wearing a mask and holding a bat.

They charged at the pair, making them scream in fear.

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

Chae saw the bat almost hitting her right arm, and leaped to the left. Since she wasn’t looking where she jumped, she landed hard on her left foot, making her wince in pain.

“Come on, babe!”

“Ow! I can’t walk!” She cried. “My ankle hurts.” She had tears on her eyes.

Sunwoo stopped running and carried her on his arms.

And after what it felt like hours, they were able to leave the house, without dying.

“We’re not going to enter another haunted house, ever.”

“Agreed.”

“Now, let’s take you to the hospital and then order take out, okay?”

The girl nodded, hugging her boyfriend by the neck. “Thank you, Sun.”

“Anytime, love.”

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