❀ rosy ❀

You didn’t even realize you’d fallen asleep. You’d been lying in bed with your phone when you dozed off, your boyfriend a few feet away sitting at his desk in front of his computer talking about “pushing the payload.” You’d tried so hard to stay awake and wait for him to come to bed, but the exhaustion of the day quickly caught up to you.

Now, at 1:03 in the morning, you are stirring awake to the noises coming from the desk beside the bed.

“We need more heals, Chris. Can you swap to a different support?” Then, a few moments later, a string of loud curses and a groan, along with the chair squeaking under his weight as Felix leans back in it, running his fingers through his beautiful blonde hair.

“Should we go again? I’ll play tank this time; Hyunjin can go DPS.”

You inhale deeply as you lift your head up from your pillow to glance over at him. You squint as the brightness of his computer lights up the room around you.

“Lix?” You call out, but you get no response. He must’ve put on his headphones over both ears once he noticed you had fallen asleep on the bed behind him. You sigh and sit up. You weren’t going to get much sleep now with your boyfriend unaware of how unintentionally loud he was being while speaking to his friends over voice coms in the game.

Your feet meet the cold floor of your bedroom, and you push yourself out of bed despite your body just wanting to climb right back under the warmth of the comforter and go right back to sleep.

You walk over to Felix’s chair and gently wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind, being careful not to startle him. You’re still warm from sleep as you wrap around him. He reaches over and mutes himself before turning to you.

“Are you alright? Did I wake you?” He asks softly, as if not wanting to disturb you more than he already has.

A little ‘mhm’ is all you manage to get out as a response.

“’M sorry, baby, I got carried away. I didn’t realize I was being too loud.” He leans in and kisses your cheek, one of his hands coming up to cover yours.

“Come to bed? You’ve been playing for so long already,” you say, your voice deep and words slurred from sleep.

“I’ll come to bed after this game, I promise, just one more.” Felix turns his chair towards you and pulls you into his lap, your legs over his, so he can hold you while he plays.

He turns back towards his computer and unmutes himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” he says to his friends over his mic.

One more game…

You watch his monitor for a few moments before turning away, the action on the monitor becoming too overstimulating for your sleep-addled brain.

In the few seconds he has after every death, he takes them to kiss your face, or to caress your thigh and make sure you’re still comfortable.

One more game turns into: “Just one more; we can’t end on a loss.”

And that “just one more” turns into “we’re doing so good now, just one more win.”

You end up dozing off in his arms.

Once he realizes how still you’ve gone in his arms, he decides he should probably call it a night, as the clock marks 1:54am.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to call it a night for today. I’ll be on at the same time tomorrow.”

“Alright, goodnight, Felix.”

“’Night, guys.”

He exits the game and shuts down his computer before securing his hold on you, one arm around your shoulders, the other beneath your knees. He carefully stands up with you and heads towards the bed.

He lays you down on your side of the bed, shushing you as you stir but ultimately stay asleep. He kisses your brow before going around the bed and slipping into his side of the bed behind you, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you in closer.

He presses a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you nestled in his arms.

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jester! jisung whose entire reason for living is entertain the royal family, sing jolly songs for the court and come up with witty jokes even on his worst days, but even on those dark days where he wished only to be a commoner worrying about trading milk and vegetables for his family behind the castle walls, the only thought that actually kept him going day after day under humiliation was his beloved princess

jester! jisung who didn’t understand the maids’ comments about what a spoiled girl you grew up to be, how every knight dreaded escorting you through the city to talk to the people, or even the bishops pretended they weren’t at the church when you showed up by orders of the queen, for him you were the only person in the whole kingdom he was willing to spend the entire night thinking about a new melody just for you, if you demanded a joke he was already tripping down the stairs for a fragment of your laughter

jester! jisung who lived by the mantra that every word that came out of your mouth was an order higher than the king himself, ever since he was taken to the castle and saw a frown forming in your beautiful face he made everything to bring a laugh out of your pouty lips every day after it, a delightful sound that sent him higher than any ale he could find on the kingdom, but not higher than all the teasing you’ve been doing lately

jester! jisung who didn’t understand why you were suddenly so interested in asking him things such as how to know if a man liked you, how to be more pleasant as a partner, how to make a prince fall in love with you, and he answered every question, he had to, it was his job to entertain the royal family and play by the rules of any games they ordered him to do, even if just hearing the princess say those kind of things sent a feverish wave of heat to every corner of his body

jester! jisung who laid on the hard mattress inside his candlelit chambers in the middle of the night, words and tunes drifting through his mind now flooded solely by images of you—the sight of you bending down to reach for a fallen book was scorched into his brain, alongside the swell of your breasts that seemed to almost spill over your too tight corset, even the mere glance of your bare feet and ankles while stubbornly dancing in the stream near the castle’s forest sent him to heaven

jester! jisung who saw the shadows dancing over the walls of his chambers, wishing it was you in front of him, swaying your hips on top of him where in an ideal world a jester could live the dream of having a perfect night of passion with the gracious heir of the throne, where your skin of silk would shudder under the roughness of his calloused palms, and the sound of your moans would match the same pitch of your brightest laughter

jester! jisung who closed his eyes just as tightly as he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, hidden under strained trousers, bursting with the need of pressing your sweaty breasts against his heaving chest, seeing the drool dripping from the corner of your bruised and swollen lips as his pristine and noble lady came undone by the mere touch of him

jester! jisung who feels guilty by all the thoughts he tries to keep away from his mind every time he looks at you, but also undoubtedly noticing that you were more distant lately, lashing out on the servants more often, even with your parents, and the frown poor jisung worked so hard to take away from you was now taking over your beautiful features, feeling bitter jealousy slowly taking over him for the reason of your sudden change was that one of your suitors rejected you for being “too difficult and not docile”

jester! jisung who storms down the stone walls late at night, joining on a search for you after the knights reported you were nowhere to be seen in your aisle, jisung knew you better than anyone on that castle, he knew each of your secret hideouts for when you threw one of your fits and just wanted to pout alone where no one could bother you with royal duties, but this time he also knew you wanted more than anything to be seen by someone, and he wanted to be that one

jester! jisung who found you by a balcony on the east wing that contemplated the dark forest, you heard his steps getting closer but didn't turn around, simply terrified of letting your jolly jester see you the high and mighty princess so depressed about not being worshiped by another pretty and plain prince, you thought about making some snarky remark or witty joke just like him but in a heartbeat jisung’s loud voice echoed through the silent corridor “look at me!”, he strided closer even though your back was still turned to him, reaching for your shivering shivering from the cold night breezes and finally turning you around to face him, only to be met by the glistening shine of your tears rolling down your cheeks

jester! jisung who froze in place for a moment too long, desperation taking over of every fiber of his being when seeing his beloved suffering from a broken heart, he wanted to think about a lame joke to make you laugh, a jolly song to soothe your pleading gaze, but in a matter as devastating as this he knew he had to do something effective and quick, only enough time for him to slowly lean down, brush his trembling fingers under your chin, your glossy eyes widening and at last focusing on him alone as he captured your lips in a soft kiss

jester! jisung who can feel your stiff muscles at first softening under his warm embrace, tongues beginning to swirl against one another as if that was the only language they could talk equally, without you needing to use noble terms or his local accent slipping through his lips, the grip on the soft flesh of your ass wasn’t very respectable of him, but that was the only was his body could respond to every one of your moans that he swallowed into his mouth, needy whines that dripped from your lips and died down on the tip of his tongue

jester! jisung who let you guide him to your private chambers, the wide candlelit room decorated with ribbons and everything he ever imagined a princess would like, but the only thing he could focus on that moment was the desperation of your fingers gripping his rattling collar and throwing him on your soft and silky bed, with an hesitance he never saw you disclose publicly, you stripped from the rich fabrics that engulfed your body and climbed bare on top of him, finally out of his checkered clothes he could feel every slight shiver traveling down on your thighs as you leaned down for another feverish kiss

jester! jisung who couldn't help but feel delighted not only by your soaked core sliding against his carved stomach but his stiff manhood edging closer to the curve of your round ass, with a slow glance around your majestic figure caging him under plush thighs he rests his palms on your waist to let you know you were the one in charge that night, a shaky exhale escapes your swollen lips as you wrapped your fingers around his bursting member, sliding his flushed tip to your entrance and letting it painfully yet deliciously stretch out every inch of your insides

jester! jisung who fought against the urge to come at the sight of you circling your hips to welcome him in easier inside you or biting your lower lip when you finally reached the base of his length, meaty flesh gripping every sensitive bit of him as you rested your palms on his muscular chest and picked up a lavish pace, covering him in a coat of your juices while leaving the tiniest red crescent moon marks near his shoulders

jester! jisung who spent years learning every side of you, but that night he finally got to wrap his arms around your waist as you engulfed him in pleasure, capturing your mouth into his as a weak attempt to muffle both of your moans when the climax washed down your sore and slick bodies that still gripped into one another even as he softened inside you, at last your backs fell into the mattress in a mess of silky sheets and erratic breaths, with your head tucked safely to the crook of his neck you two cuddled even closer to each other, almost falling in slumber a weak and pleased whisper leaves your lips asking for one of his lullabies for sweet dreams

“under the dancing gleam of stars in the night

from sleep my poor eyes fight

so haunted by you, I write a funny song

because my heart beats in a way that's wrong

it knows that to the crown my soul oblige

but I rather love in the shadows only to be able to dream by your side”

As you’re lying in bed watching TikToks, scrolling through Instagram, liking and commenting on your friends’ posts, you hear the front door creak open.

Your stomach drops; you’d completely forgotten about Jisung’s “surprise”. You were still so scared to see what he’d possibly brought home. Maybe it was nothing at all, and he’d just been playing a prank on you, right? Right?

“Jagiya! I’m home.” He calls out from the living room. You take a final deep breath to prepare yourself before standing up from the bed and heading out into the hallway.

Jisung chuckles as he watches you approach cautiously from the hallway.

“Hi,” you say cautiously. Jisung smiles at how nervous you are about approaching him.

He lifts his hands, showing you that he has nothing in them. “Babe, I don’t like this. What was that text about? I’m nervous,” you say as you finally reach him. He presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen.

“Let’s wash our hands first.”

You do exactly as instructed, thoroughly washing your hands with warm water and the unscented soap.

You’re cautious as he leads you back into the living room once both of you have washed your hands. He sits on the floor in front of the coffee table. There was a small plexiglass enclosure you must’ve missed before.

The enclosure was small, a temporary home, made out of plexiglass with holes for airflow along the top of the enclosure. There’s a paper towel lining the floor of the enclosure, a little log for climbing, and a small hollowed-out rock structure to hide under.

You kneel beside Jisung and look inside the enclosure…

“This is our daughter.”

You tilt your head, looking at the small animal currently sitting on top of the log in its enclosure.

“What… What is it?” You ask as you watch it look around and lick its left eye.

“It? Really, jagi? It? She’s our daughter.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. What is she?”

“She’s a crested gecko; her name is Richard.” You pause and turn your head to look at Jisung.

“Richard?”

“Changbin named her.” The expression on your face is a mix of surprise, confusion, and shock. Jisung just looks like a proud father as he introduces you to Richard. “Would you like to hold her?”

“I would love to hold Richard.” You can’t help but smile at how gentle Jisung is with Richard. He places one hand in front of her and another behind her to gently coax her to walk onto his the palm of his hand. You hold out your own hands, and he carefully transfers Richard into your palms. You hold her up in front of your face and study her up close.

She licks her eye.

“Hello, Richard. I’m Y/n. I’m your mom.” You look at Jisung, then back at Richard. “I don’t know if she likes me, babe.”

“She’s not much of a talker.”

It’s a bit of an understatement to say you quickly fall in love with your new daughter. You absorb every bit of knowledge from Jisung. You help feed Richard, even when insects are involved; you cut up fruit into small portions that are more manageable for her, and you clean her enclosure when Jisung can’t do it.

You just enjoy holding her and watching her climb and walk around in her temporary enclosure.

Once her permanent terrarium comes in, you clear out a space in your shared bedroom for her. You go to the pet store and help Jisung pick out the things you need, from foliage and hiding spots to thermometers and substrate.

You both make sure Richard has the best possible living space. You even DIY a little sign that says “Princess Richard” on it to put on the outside of her enclosure.

Jisung quickly changed his wallpaper from a picture of you to a picture of Richard. It probably would’ve made you jealous if you hadn’t done the same.

hey baby want to go get dinner tn?

You look down at your phone and snap a picture of Richard on your shoulder.

Sorry it’s girls night tonight.

wow…

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It began the first night he stayed over at your apartment.

You had just poured the bag of microwave popcorn into bowls, and were rounding the corner into the living room just as the opening soundtrack began to rumble through the TV speakers.

"Awwww, is this her??" Felix's voice raises in pitch as he coos towards the far end of your couch.

"Hm?" your eyes follow his gaze to the far arm of your couch. Behind which you spot the tricoloured head of your calico, peering unsurely.

"Oh yeah, that's cookie." you smile. "She doesn't like strangers—"

You'd barely got the words out before they rang true — the moment Felix reaches a hand out in her direction, Cookie scampers away at the speed of light.

His warm smile quickly falls into rejected bewilderment. He whips his head around to you, his now widened eyes expecting you to scold him for whatever he clearly did wrong.

Both his expression and the strength of her reaction has you stifling a laugh before you can stop yourself.

"She's like that with everyone, don't worry." You quickly clarify, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder as you settle beside him on the couch.

"Everyone?" he repeats sceptically.

Well... maybe not everyone. As wary as Cookie was with new faces, her reaction to them usually wasn't that strong.

"I barely moved and she literally bolted!"

But you don't tell him that.

"I told you, she doesn't like strangers!" you defend, as you shuffle into the couch, into him and his warmth, trying to bring you both back to the cozy movie night planned, rather than the rejection of your cat.

You turn to him. A soft line forms between his brows as he knits them together, one raised doubtfully. His chin is scrunched, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout, and his eyes narrow at you in faux suspicion — he's teasing you. Not hurt. Not genuinely, except maybe for his ego.

Relieved, you swipe a blonde strand of hair from his face, voice quieter now. "She'll warm up to you, promise."

The promise is punctuated by a kiss to his freckled cheek — pressing soft, warm reassurance into the skin, which tightens under your lips as he smiles.

"She just has to get used to you first..."

He may not be fully convinced, but he is whipped and now struggling to keep his pout from cracking into a smile.

He glances over to you with the boyish glint he gets when he's proud of his own smooth talking. "…Guess I'll just have to come over more."

It was a logical plan — cookie doesn't like strangers. Felix wouldn't be a stranger if he was around more often, right?

"It's fine," he thinks. "I'll just win her over."

Except the plan didn't work.

By the third visit, Cookie still wasn't any less avoidant. By the fourth, he'd begun to attempt bribes.

Cookie's paws make a small "click clack" sound on the tile as she trots into the kitchen, seemingly carefree until she rounds the peninsula, and freezes in her tracks.

"There you are…" Felix says in a low, cooing voice, meant to sound non-threatening. "you want a treat, Cookie..?"

He reaches into the bright bag sitting between his crossed legs and pulls out a small brown pebble, which he half-throws, half-rolls in her direction.

She initially flinches, but when it lands about a foot ahead of her, stationary now — interest betrays her wariness, and her little head begins to bob from side to side as she eyes it up from afar.

Felix has to push down the urge for celebration when she cautiously pads towards his offering, her dilated pupils never leaving him for too long, until she crouches down to sniff at it.

"There you go…!" Felix praises as she finally crunches the treat between her sharp teeth. Getting ahead of himself, he pulls another out of the bag, and extends it out to her between clasped fingers.

Bad idea. The moment he moves in her direction she darts behind the peninsula, peeking her head out to look at him before scampering away completely at the next micro movement he makes. Mission failed.

"No no no—"

You walk into the kitchen just in time for Cookie speed past your feet, and hear a disgruntled huff from your kitchen floor. Felix looks up at you with an expression of defeat.

"Oh lix…" you give him a sympathetic smile. "she'll come round, just give her time."

By the fifth visit, you begun to silently worry. Cookie may not be fond of new people, but she usually warmed up a little by now.

But Felix wasn't one to have his morale shaken so easily. If treats didn't work then maybe toys will.

"Pspsps… here kitty kitty kitty…"

You walk into your living room sifting through the mail in your hand, only to look up and see your boyfriend squatting next to a cabinet, neck craned in a way that can't be comfortable just to look underneath. He's holding one of those dangling cat toys, dangling the feathered end in a way that's attempting to be tantalising, and you already know what he's trying... and failing.

"Felix?" you blink.

"I don't think she likes toys." he concludes, deflated. You don't have the heart to correct him.

The more time passes, the more Felix feels like Cookie's weird stepdad she doesn't want around — an intruder, an awkward presence in her space and family of two.

He tried more treats, every type under the sun, but she never ate them when they came from him. He tried catnip, she wasn't impressed. He got her a new bed, new scratching post. Both of which she did actually use, but he received no credit for them.

All the while you introduced him to all your close circles. He'd earned the stamp of approval from usually critical girlfriends, made a good impression on colleagues, been accepted by your family — he had to gently explain to your grandmother that no, his idol schedule would not allow him to come home with you for Christmas, and yet he still couldn't get Cookie to so much as tolerate him!

The final straw came during a games night he suggested you have with his members.

Cookie didn't bolt when Hyunjin suddenly swung his legs off the couch in her direction, she gave Changbin's pant leg an investigative sniff and — most offensively, she allowed Minho to give her ears a brief scratch.

It wasn't much, maybe not exactly friendliness, but it was more than they'd ever earned!

It was after this game night that Felix begrudgingly, finally, accepted defeat.

He lay beside you on the couch, slumped against your side and sulking with a pout you would've thought he'd be capable of producing.

"I never expected to see you so down in the dumps." it doesn't suit him.

"Your daughter hates me." he groans, the sound muffling as he tucks his face away in your hoodie.

"She doesn't hate you, Felix." the rare dramatics has you smiling softly as you try convince him. "She'll come round eventually..."

"Baby," he begins bluntly "we've been together for nearly five months. I won your second cousin over before Cookie's even let me pet her."

"She just needs to get used to you...!" you testify.

He lifts his head to look up at you, eyebrows furrowed in a way that makes it seems like he's actually offended at your outlandish statement.

"I've stayed over 28 times. It's not happening."

You pause. "Have you been counting??"

"Not the point." he deflects "And she didn't need to 'get used to' the guys tonight!"

He huffs, butting his head into your shoulder. His hopelessness is genuine — and painful to watch.

Because as much as this whole situation made for a humorous bit, you know how hard Felix has been trying to prove himself to the people important to you. To prove he's worthy of being in your life — and Cookie's important. He knows that. That was never a bit to him.

"I just want her to like me." he mumbles after a moment.

The words sound like they're trying to be minimising, to assure you the situation isn't as dramatic as he may have made it out to be — but they're honest. Honesty so simple it makes him sound small.

You sigh, bringing your hand up to hold the crown of his head.

"Well…" you begin, voice lower now. "maybe Cookie's just gonna have to suck it up, because you're not going anywhere." you murmur conclusively.

"...At least I hope not."

That makes him smile.

"You're sure you want a boyfriend who doesn't have the Cookie stamp of approval…?" he mumbles sarcastically.

You chuckle "I think we can make it work."

Feeling dispirited still, but strangely loved, his limbs begin to relax, and he lets them sink into you as he actually begins to watch whatever had been playing on the TV.

Slowly, the warmth of your body and the soothing motion of your fingers threading through his hair lull him closer and closer to sleep.

A few hours pass, and Felix is now slumped against your lap rather than your shoulder. Your arm has fallen languidly to your side, and he can hear you snoring softly above him as he's pulled from his own unconsciousness.

Heavy eyes blink open on the now too-bright light of the netflix "are you still watching screen", and he immediately cringes.

Something is tickling his cheek.

He flinches, head snapping to his left while bleary eyes attempt to focus on whatever's hovering above him.

His face freezes in alarm — no, disbelief. Or maybe both.

It's Cookie — looking down at him with a similar expression. Except she seems to mainly be confused at what he's making such a fuss about.

She leans back in, her whiskers tickling his face again as she gives him a curious sniff. Felix resists the urge to wince away from the sensation. If he so much as moves a muscle, he'll surely scare her off.

She continues down his arm, wading her little legs through the river of blanket, before losing interest. Felix's eyes follow her the whole time, until she conclusively plops herself down next to his abdomen, just above his bent knees.

"No way…" Felix mutters in disbelief, not daring to move yet.

Slowly, cautiously, he reaches a hand down to scratch behind her ear with a single finger, half bracing for her to suddenly realise he's the same man she's been avoiding like the plague for the past few months, and dart.

But she doesn't, she stays right there, satisfied in her place.

He keeps scratching, hesitation slowly fading, and like a soft engine roaring to life, she begins to purr.

Felix breathes out a quiet laugh of absurd disbelief. "You're kidding me."

She pays him no mind, only adjusting her head so his hand can get a better angle at her ears.

"Just playing hard to get, huh?" his lips part into a toothy grin, bright and triumphant at last.

Cookie's rich purrs begin to fade as sleep reclaims him, and the only thing on his mind as he drifts off is how excited he is to tell you about this in the morning.

Hey guys! Sorry to the 2 followers who check my account for disappearing for 4-5 months 😓 School was overwhelming me, I wasnt as into skz for a while, and it was hard to bring myself to write when I wasnt satisfied with anything I produced.

I'm not going to promise to start posting regularly, because I don't want to put pressure on myself, or set goals I don't know if I can or want to achieve. But I have been making an effort to be kinder to myself because I've realised that being hard on myself when it comes to pursuing things only paralyses me from doing them. In future I hope to improve my writing skills and interact with my interests through fanfiction, and hopefully adopting this healthier mindset means you'll see more of me :) (and better quality fics 😭)

Even though this fic is no magnum opus, and I'm sure it has flaws and awkward elements, I actually enjoyed writing this one alot more than anything else I've written. I think it's because I tried to prioritise pacing, flow and simple language rather than awkwardly trying to make every line and sentence "profound" or complicated 💔 Not to be dramatic, but genuinely feeling like I've made some progress is lowkey so relieving and euphoric 😭

in conclusion: future pixie's gonna do her best and try not to bite off more than she can chew, and actually enjoy hobbies like you're fucking supposed to 🫶

(this a/n will also be a separate post on my acc)

Divider creds:

pawprints: pixopix

cats: pngblog and junabuggy

Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that it could burst. Sweat dripped down your face, making all the air in your helmet humid. The adrenaline was rushing through your system, and your hands were tightly gripping the wheel. The number on the dash was about eighty or ninety–it was hard to tell when your focus was on the track. Everything was passing by fast. No time to take in the views of the trees, large brand logos, and the empty rows of seats surrounding the track. Your foot was completely pressed down onto the pedal, and you were ten seconds away from finally beating the score.

“Come on…” You said to yourself as you swerved past all the obstacles and kept your eyes on the white and black checkered flag in the distance. “Please, please, please, please…”

You were close. You were so close. You sucked in a breath, feeling like you were on the verge of flying. Your eyes were widened, and all the adrenaline was about to burst out of your veins. three seconds until you get to beat the highest score. You were about to reach the finish line, and—

Boom!!

Another red race car sped past you at a speed beyond yours and crossed the finish line. You choked on air, your eyes widened with disbelief, and all the blood vessels under your skin were popping with sudden anger. You couldn’t even take the time to process everything within those few seconds because if you did, you’d crash the car.

“And Yang Jeongin beats the high score!!” Changbin’s voice boomed through the speakers, echoing across the empty track.

You crossed the finish line, but not with profound happiness, excitement, or a sense of fulfillment. You crossed it with the feeling of being robbed and humiliated. After many days and nights of training and running and driving, you still didn’t get to beat your stupid rival and his stupid grin. Your eyes burned with fury as you watched the red car pull over to the side. There, stepped out a man dressed in all red and black racer gear covered in all kinds of logos and the number twenty-three largely placed on the back of his racer jacket. His helmet was also completely red and glossy and covered in pointless stickers, and he removed it to reveal his somewhat messy black smooth hair, his fox eyes, and his shit eating grin. Oh, you wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face.

“How many seconds was I at?” he asked.

“About five seconds,” Changbin replied, clapping his hands. “Good job, Jeongin! This is higher than your score of seven seconds.”

“You fucking piece of shit!!” you shouted, bursting out of your purple race car. You stormed out of the vehicle, taking off your purple helmet and tossing it to the ground. “I was going to cross that finish line first, but you had to ruin it, asshole!”

Jeongin turned around, and his face immediately contorted into a scoff. He stood up even prouder, with his arms crossed and shoulders shrugged, as he took in your hunched shoulders, tightened fists, and heavy stomps toward him. To him, you were just a petulant rabbit fighting a wild fox.

“Guess your tires got cold, Cutie,” he said, “Better luck next time.”

Oh, you wanted to punch him. However, for the sake of keeping your already vulnerable spot in the team, you settled with a shove, which only caused Jeongin to stumble back a little bit but not fall.

“That was my shot! And you took it!” you yelled, “You already got the highest score last time we did this.”

Jeongin looked at you with offense, not taking your sour attitude lightly.

“Come on, Cutie, there are other ways to handle losing,” he rolled his eyes, “What happened to ‘good game’ or ‘you earned it?’”

“Well, this game wasn’t good,” you seethed, “And I should’ve earned it, but you had to steal my chance at getting a top score after hours of hard work—”

“Work harder then.”

He said it so sternly, but of course, he had to finish it off with a cocky smirk. That damn smirk he uses whenever he’s mocking you in some way. Your fists clenched tighter, your heart pounded, and you were sure harsh steam was blowing out of your ears. You were ready to launch at him, but Changbin quickly stepped in between you and Jeongin, his arms creating distance between you two.

“That’s enough fighting,” Changbin said, “You both are supposed to be a team and work together to win the Grand Prix coming up, and we can’t have that without you getting along.”

“Well, he should at least give me a chance to excel,” you crossed your arms and glared at Jeongin, making sure that you were serious about losing. “It’s not fair that he gets to steal the thunder.”

“Crying isn’t going to get you anywhere, Cutie,” Jeongin sighed, “As long as you have me, we’re going to win anyway.”

You couldn’t say much. Your jaw was too tight, and all your brain was doing was coming up with the next string of insults to throw Jeongin’s way. Your knuckles were whitening so much that it was almost painful, your hair was frizzed up, and one of your blood vessels may be on the verge of bursting. All you could do was turn away and storm off, kicking whatever rocks were in your way. You busted through the doors of the racecourse, your skin getting hit with the cool air conditioning. Everyone in the room looked at you, their faces immediately struck with worry.

However, you didn’t pay them any attention because you just wanted to get into your reserved room. You slammed the door shut, furiously ripped off all of your racer gear, and crashed onto the bed. Your eyes were hot and bottling up with tears, and you punched the pillow next to you with every last bit of energy you had. You hated him. You wished he would just stop being so arrogant and so cocky, that he’d give you a goddamn chance. If he was going to make you train harder, then you’ll train harder. You will do whatever it takes to take Yang Jeongin down.

x•x•x•x

“I don’t know why she gets so worked up,” Jeongin leaned back in his seat, propping up his feet onto the desk, as he sucked on a cherry-flavored lollipop. “I did what I was tasked to do, which was to finish the lap.”

“Yes, you did that well, Innie,” Changbin said. He was sitting on the other side of the desk, looking over the footage of Jeongin beating you on the track and the number of seconds it took to get to the finish line for both of you. “But maybe you should’ve acted less…mean to her.”

“Ha! Mean? I’m not mean, Changbin. I’m just not going to hold her hand and let her win for the sake of ‘fairness.’ I’m only doing what I do best, and she needs to step up her game if she wants to ‘beat me.’”

“Well, yes, while she can train harder, you also have to understand that she’s a rookie, and technically, your job is to help her. You both are team TOPLINE, and we can’t have a team if one is falling behind and the other is doing all the work. I say that you apologize to her, and you will make sure that she’s on equal footing with you.”

Changbin turned off the footage on his computer screen and looked Jeongin in the eyes, telling him that he is serious about this proposition. Jeongin popped the lollipop out of his mouth, a string of cherry-flavored saliva connecting his lips to the red, rounded candy. He looked at Changbin, seeing the way his buff arms were crossed and his eyebrows raised. Jeongin then groaned and lolled his head back to look at the ceiling.

“Fine,” Jeongin said, “I’ll be less…‘mean’ to our precious rookie.”

Jeongin put his legs down from the desk and stood up from his seat. He stretched his arms out before heading to the door.

“Any idea where she’d be?” Jeongin asked.

“Knowing her…probably the simulator room,” Changbin said.

Jeongin couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Yeah, of course…” Jeongin opened the office door. “Anyways, I’ll catch you later.”

“I believe in you,” Changbin said.

Of course he does, Jeongin thought. He stepped out of Changbin’s office and walked through the incredibly white hallways. The walls were decorated with pictures of race cars, both old and new, maps of the track, and framed pictures of tires used in the races. The squeaks of his red leather boots echoed across the halls, and his presence sent a shiver down the spines of those he came across. The way to the simulation room wasn’t that far from Changbin’s office. In fact, it was close to the repair and car engineering room, which was often full of people fixing any race cars that were damaged during either races, test runs, or simple practices.

Jeongin found the door to the simulation room, a room with no light except for the light coming from the giant screen that surrounded not only the entire room but also the fake race car in the center. The screen showed a race track and a pov of a racer zooming through the road at a very high speed. Jeongin looked at the fake race car in the center of the room, and he saw you through one of the windows. You were wearing your racing gear, your determined eyes visible through the helmet, and Jeongin could feel the frustration burning from you.

“Come on…” You seethed. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and your foot pressed against the pedal that it reached the floor. You were going as fast as you possibly could, but you reached the finish line within the typical eight seconds. “Fuck!”

The simulation paused, and you let go of the wheel. The doors of the race car opened up, and you reluctantly stepped out to take off your helmet. As you took off your helmet and shook some of your hair, your eyes met Jeongin’s. He was standing tall and proud, as he usually does, with his arms crossed, and your bad mood had increased tenfold.

“Are you here to mock me?” you asked, your tone bitter like dark coffee.

“Eight seconds…” Jeongin said, “Not bad for a rookie.”

“Piss off.”

Jeongin let out an amused laugh.

“Come on now, Cutie,” he said as he walked up to you. “That isn’t a way to treat your teammate.”

“Oh really?” you stuck your nose up and looked at him dead in the eye. “Well, maybe I can say the same to you when you took my chances at beating the high score. What was that thing you said again? ‘As long as you have me, we’re going to win anyway?’ As far as we’re concerned, we’re not teammates.”

You pushed him aside and walked past him to make your way to the exit.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get back to training—”

Suddenly, Jeongin grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking. You tried to escape from his grip, but it’s too tight and strong.

“Let go of me—” you struggled.

“Meet me at the track at 8:00,” Jeongin said.

“Are you serious?”

“You want to get better at racing? Then meet me at 8:00.”

Jeongin’s voice was firm, almost like there was no choice in the matter. His fox eyes were sharp and commanding, and you couldn’t help the chills you felt down your spine. You swallowed and pulled your hand away from his. You didn’t even say anything back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying yes. Your back turned to Jeongin, and you simply walked away, leaving the simulation room. Meanwhile, Jeongin only sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Is this even going to work?

x•x•x•x

The large clock on the stadium board read 8:00 p.m., and Jeongin was waiting outside, wearing his typical gym attire: a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and sneakers. Even though the sky was an incredible dark blue with the full moon shining bright up there, the weather still had that summer air: hot, sometimes sticky, and maybe a coastal breeze. A few minutes passed by, and Jeongin looked around to see if you were going to come at all. However, no one was in sight. It was only him and the sounds of crickets.

“Jesus, of course, she wouldn’t want to come…” Jeongin scoffed, “Arrogant rookie…”

He was ready to get back inside and return to the living quarters, but to his surprise, you actually showed up. You showed up in your typical racer gear: all black and purple fabric with any random brand logos people go feral over.

“Where’s your racer gear?” you asked as you approached him.

“We aren’t driving tonight,” Jeongin said.

“Huh? Then what are we doing?” You felt your voice rise a little, out of the fear that Jeongin’s taking the time out of his night to waste yours.

“We’re going to take a run. So lose the racer gear. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

Jeongin’s tone was firm but a little sarcastic. It ticked you off to no end, but since you chose to be outside at night alone with him, you might as well cooperate if you wanted to get better at racing. You unzipped your racer’s jacket, since you didn’t want to sweat your tits out.

“Leclerc? Really?” Jeongin asked, eyeing the loose-fitted red Ferrari tank top you were wearing that had a picture of Charles Leclerc and his number sixteen in bold, plastered all over your chest.

“What?” Your cheeks heated up a little, noticing the teasing smirk creeping up on Jeongin’s lips. “He’s just…cool.”

“Wearing that on the track might make you a traitor, Cutie.”

“Shut up,” you huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from Jeongin. “He just motivates me…”

“I’m more of a Piastri kind of guy,” Jeongin stretched his arms out and lowered himself to the ground to get into position. His palms were flattened against the pavement. His right knee was close to his chest, while his left leg was a little extended back, and his back was curved upward. He posed like he was about to start a marathon.

You couldn’t help but stare at his shoulders. The way they looked more broader and defined under the stadium lights. You could even see some of his toned back muscles peek out from his compressed black tank top. The veins in his arms were popping out from the pressure he’s put on himself, and you saw the determined look in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to pounce and hunt like a wild fox.

“Ready to go, Cutie?” he asked.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, already feeling the embarrassment wash over you from eyeing the man you’re supposed to take down. You tossed your racer jacket to the side and got in the same position as Jeongin. He turned to his right to look at you, noticing how toned your muscles were. They were more toned than he thought, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush down his spine when he noticed how well your racer pants hugged your ass.

“Alright…” Jeongin started, “On the count of three…”

“Wait, are we racing each other?” you asked.

“Duh.”

“Then why aren’t we in the cars?”

“Because running is good for you, Dummy. Now, on the count of three…”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t protest any further. You took a deep breath and waited for Jeongin to finish counting to three.

“One…two…three!”

And just like that, both of you bolted. Jeongin was already ahead of you because of course he was. He gritted his teeth and let out the quickest breaths as he ran, and you were determined to beat him. You quickened your pace and managed to get an inch behind him. Your legs were burning already, sweat began to drip down your skin, and you could hear your heartbeat with every step on the road. You wondered how much of the track that you and Jeongin were going to run, but it didn’t matter at the moment. You needed to beat him. You swallowed and huffed and puffed as you finally managed to run past Jeongin. Triumph flowed through your veins, and you were determined to make it to whatever finish line there was.

Jeongin looked at you, seeing the way that you were running. You were running so unbelievably fast. All he could do was sigh and keep at his own pace, while you were stuck on your own mission to be the best. You looked behind you, noticing that Jeongin was a bit far behind you. You grinned and ran more and more. However, your lungs were forcefully pumping in and out as much air as they could, and your legs were aching and burning. You even felt your arms getting tired from all the back-and-forth movement. Your head was spinning a little, as your whole body heated up.

No…I can’t be tired now…I need to win…

You pushed and pushed, trying to keep up your speed. However, all the energy was draining out of you, and you had no choice but to stop running. Fuck…no…

Your hands covered your knees, your chest was heaving, and your head was still spinning. Your throat and tongue were dry, and your body tilted a little from the borderline exhaustion. Suddenly, your body jolted when you heard footsteps behind you.

“What’s the matter, Cutie? We just started running.”

Jeongin finally stopped running and stood behind you with his arms crossed.

“I won, by the way,” you breathed.

“No, you didn’t. You only ran about half a mile.”

“Oh, shut up, you stopped too.”

“Well, you exhausted yourself, so no one wins.”

You stood up straight and looked at him in the eye, ready to rebut, but no words would come out of your mouth. You just stared into his eyes, noticing how relaxed they seemed. You saw the way his smooth skin and black hair were covered in a sheen of sweat, droplets dripping down from the tips of his hair strands. His Adam’s apple was bobbing, and his tank top was stuck to his body like a second skin, letting his defined pecs speak for themselves. He looked so fucking hot, and your irritation only increased.

“What’s wrong? Got nothing to say back?” Jeongin challenged.

“What’s your point?” you asked.

“My point is…we can’t be a team if we’re trying to beat each other.”

All you did was laugh.

“Says the guy who stole my chances at beating the high score.”

“I didn’t steal your chances,” Jeongin rolled his eyes, “I just so happened to have more experience than you, Rookie.”

“Well, why am I even in your team then, huh?” you retorted. Your voice rose a little. “Why aren’t you in the higher-ups?”

“Ask Changbin. You think I chose to be paired up with you? A fucking brat who is literally one-track minded?”

“Excuse me?!”

Your mouth was agape. Your heart rate quickened, your body heated up like a hot pot of boiling water, and your fists tightened that your knuckles turned white.

“You heard me,” Jeongin said. His arms were still crossed, but his voice got more stern and laced with venom. “You can’t even drive without thinking about beating me, and you just think that driving fast will get you anywhere.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do if you keep on winning the race by yourself?! You talk about teamwork, but let’s be so fucking for real here, Yang Jeongin. You’ve always acted like this is a one-man show, and you keep your stage partner locked up backstage.”

Silence was between the two of you. All Jeongin could do was glare at you, like you said the craziest thing imaginable. All you could do was stare at him, wondering if your words actually got through to his skull. But despite how powerful your words might’ve been, his posture didn’t falter. He managed to stand still and proud, and his glare wasn’t a sign of a change of heart. All you could do in that moment was scoff and walk past him, bumping your shoulder against his on purpose, and going back to where you came from. Jeongin watched you walk further and further away from him, completely frustrated. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Dammit, Changbin. I told you this wasn’t ever going to work. Now, she might fucking quit.

x•x•x•x

“That damn bastard!” you huffed, throwing your red stressball across Changbin’s office. It bounced off the walls, and you caught it when it went back at you. “Stupid fucking idiot who all of a sudden doesn’t want things to be a competition. If he didn’t want it to be a competition, he shouldn’t have acted like it was one in the first place!”

You threw the stressball again, but this time it was aimed at the window. You were ready to catch it, but the ball didn’t bounce right back at you. It was flying towards Changbin, but he quickly caught it before it could hit the side of his head. His eyes then met yours, and he tossed the ball to you. You swiftly caught the ball as he moved a little closer to you.

“I know how you feel, Y/N,” Changbin said, “You’re frustrated because Jeongin is trying to take the spotlight, and I’ve talked to him about it the other day—”

“What did he say?”

“He…said that he was just doing what he does best, which, in a sense, is true.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but Changbin put his hand up, urging you to let him continue.

“But I told him to give you a chance,” he said, “Because you can’t be a team when you’re struggling and he isn’t.”

“Well, he’s certainly doing that,” you said dryly, “Be honest, Changbin. Why did you put me and him in a team together? Why isn’t the great Yang Jeongin up there hanging out with Lewis Hamilton or Oscar Piastri?”

Changbin didn’t answer right away. His expression was more thoughtful, as if he were trying to piece together what he was going to say. He took off his glasses, pressed his palms together, and looked at you straight into the eyes and soul.

“He may be proud and skilled,” Changbin said, “but he is not as skilled as the higher-ups. And he’s very aware of that…which could explain why his determination is pushing you away.”

“So you just think pairing him with me is good?”

“Why, yes. He can learn a lot from you, and you can learn a lot from him.”

Changbin tilted his head as he looked at you, giving you a moment to take in what he said. You thought more about the night before. You thought about how he wasn’t bolting across the track like you did. Then you thought about his words. “Well, you exhausted yourself. So no one wins.” That fucking bastard…

“The Grand Prix is in three days,” Changbin said, “I believe in you both.” 

You didn’t say anything afterward. You only nodded and walked out of Changbin’s office, and for some God forsaken reason, you couldn’t figure out why you were in front of Jeongin’s door. The door to his room was plain and white, but there was a large twenty-three sticker, proudly displaying his number as if he were someone important. The door was closed, but if you leaned in closely, you could hear the sounds of highlight reels playing.

“And just like Oscar Piastri is the first Australian driver to take the lead in fifteen years!”

You opened the door to see Jeongin lying back on his bed with his eyes locked on the TV screen across from him. He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt with black sweatpants: nothing super special. The TV showed old footage of a race from a few months ago, and Jeongin looked at it intently. He watched it like he was carefully analyzing it, like it was the 100th time he’d watched it. Jeongin didn’t notice you. Or maybe he did and didn’t want to give you any sliver of attention.

You stepped further into his room. You didn’t understand why your heart was pounding so much. Maybe it was the alarms in your head screaming at you to step out of enemy territory. His room looked like your suite: white walls with framed pictures related to the race track and sports, yellow circle lights, and a nice queen bed with black sheets. The only difference was that Jeongin’s racer outfit was hanging from one of the hooks on the wall, ready to grab when the time comes. 

“What are you doing here, Cutie?” Jeongin asked. His voice sounded a little detached. He didn’t even turn his head to look at you.

Your heart jumped from the sudden acknowledgment, but you quickly recovered and swallowed.

“Why are you watching Piastri’s highlights?” you asked.

Jeongin smirked and let out a dry chuckle.

“He just motivates me,” he finally looked at you as he repeated your words from last night. His eyes were narrow, his grin teasing, both actively trying to get under your skin. And boy, was he already under your skin. Your heart pounded more, you felt more breathless every minute, and warmth spread all over your body. “Anyways, what do you want? Shouldn’t you be out training to beat me?”

“Well, something’s bugging me,” you said, as you tried to keep your breath steady.

“Oh, color me shocked.”

“Shut up! This is serious!”

“Okay, okay, Cutie,” Jeongin laughed before reaching his hand out to you to make a “come here” gesture. If he wasn’t under your skin before, he was already possessing you in some way because you were already sitting on his bed. There was some distance between you two, but it felt closer than you’d prefer. His gaze was hard to avoid, too. Something about his fox eyes, smooth skin, and the way his black hair framed his face drove something mad in you. You mentally scolded yourself for failing to stop looking at his plush lips. “Tell me all about it.”

Jeongin’s smile may have been simple, but there was a hint of mischief, as if he was brewing new ways to mess with you.

“What you said last night,” you started, “About neither of us winning…were you serious about that?”

His expression changed a little. From what seemed to be less mischievous or annoyed, he’s now a little serious.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I think…” You mentally kicked yourself for even considering what to say next. “You’re right…Even though you might have been repeating whatever Changbin said before. The Grand Prix is in three days, and if we want to win this, we have to work together.”

“Did Changbin tell you that?”

“Yeah, and…I agree with him. We may hate each other, Jeongin, but if we’re honest with ourselves…we’re not in the higher-ups. We’re fresh meat, but Changbin believes in us. We just need to focus on the race and winning together. And maybe we can go back to hating each other afterward.”

Jeongin couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your last sentence, but he was silent afterward. Your words were sinking into him, marinating in his head. Even though he wanted to rebut and argue with you, he couldn’t. All he could think about was the rigorous days he spent driving, running, lifting, dieting, and doing whatever exercise he could to make sure that he was the best. However, none of that work was going to be sufficient if he were on the road by himself in a team-based sport. He may be fast, but not as fast as his idols. He knew you were right, which annoyed him to no end. He sighed and inched a little closer to you.

“You’re right, Y/N,” he admitted reluctantly. “And yes, what I said last night…I was serious about it. If we’re going to win the Grand Prix…we need to be more strategic.”

You swear you could feel your eyes light up at his admission. Nothing more satisfying than Yang Jeongin saying that you were right.

“So are we going to train together?” you asked.

“You want to?” Jeongin raised his eyebrow, a little surprised by your proposal.

“Well…if we’re gonna be a team on the track, might as well be a team in the gym.”

“Want to meet tonight at 6:00 then?”

Normally, you’d hesitate or not give a straight answer. But this time, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Yes.”

x•x•x•x

The next two days, you were training with Yang Jeongin. Yes, you were willingly training with him, even though you were sure that he still hated you and that you hated him. You both were running laps outside together, took turns with the driving simulator, raced each other on the track, and you were now at the gym. You were fully prepared, wearing your tight white tank top that hugged your curves perfectly, your navy blue track pants, and white sneakers. Your hair was tied up in a ponytail, and you were warming up by sitting on one of the benches, lifting your dumbbells. It was fairly easy for you to do. You weren’t pushing yourself too hard, since the plan was to do the bench press.

Jeongin finally arrived at the gym, wearing his casual gym clothes: a black compression shirt, matching shorts, and his regular black sneakers. He was going to announce his arrival, but he couldn’t help but stop for a moment to look at you. He’s seen you in tight clothes before, but something about you in your gym clothes stirred something in him. The way your top fitted like a second skin, making the swells of your breasts more prominent, but he couldn’t help but like the way your pants made you look like some badass. Hell, even the way you’re lifting the dumbbell was fucking attractive. His throat went dry, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the growing tent in his shorts.

Jeongin, for fuck sake, calm down.

He shook away the intruding thoughts and walked over to greet you.

“Hey,” Jeongin said.

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You immediately felt like you were in a dream. Why was he so hot? His fucking compression shirt. It was so tight and so right that you could see his abs through the fabric. And his shorts? Something about them felt illegal. Your brain was buzzing. No coherent thought in your head, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.

“Hi,” you cleared your throat, trying to avoid the pink glow in your skin. “You’re a little late.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that late,” Jeongin laughed it off. “Only about two minutes late.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before putting down the heavy dumbbell and presenting the bench press.

“Wanna bench press?” you asked.

“Well, isn’t that what we agreed to?” Jeongin smiled.

“Yes.”

“So yes.”

“You wanna go first? I can spot you.”

“Sure.”

Jeongin laid his back down against the hard but also semi-soft bench. His head was underneath the large metal barbell, which was perfectly perpendicular to his shoulders. You went ahead to grab the weights.

“How many pounds?”

“Maybe 100.”

You nodded and grabbed two of the fifty-pound weight plates to put on the large barbell. Jeongin wrapped his hands around the barbell, maintaining a proper distance between his arms, and you were positioned behind him to spot.

“On the count of three,” you started, “One, two, three.”

Jeongin lifted the barbell, gritting his teeth together, and brought it a little closer to his chest. You stepped a little away from him, not to distract him. Once Jeongin brought the large weight near his chest, he pushed it back up and then repeated it. He only let out a couple of grunts, his muscles flexing with every push and pull. You couldn’t pull your eyes away. You couldn’t help but stare at his veins popping underneath his skin with his bulging muscles, and his flexed abs that you could see through his compression shirt. The sweat pouring down his body wasn’t helping much either, making his shirt stick to him even more. He lifted the barbell about two more times, letting out more pants and grunts.

“I’m done, Cutie,” he said.

You quickly helped him put the barbell back on the J-cups, where it’s meant to be, and Jeongin sat up.

“Damn, that was good,” he said, as he massaged his newly exercised muscles.

“You should spot me,” you said.

“You sure?” Jeongin smirked, “100 is a lot to carry.”

“I can try.”

You got on the bench, pushing Jeongin to get off. He rolled his eyes playfully, stood up, and got into position to spot you. He was about to ask you if you were ready to lift the weight, but he immediately stopped to look at you. As if you didn’t look tempting before, now you looked extra tempting with you lying back and your doe eyes looking up at him. Jeongin swallowed a breath, and his mind began to wander to not-so-innocent places, wondering what it would look like if you were truly underneath him. The image of his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head, his hard crotch rubbing against your sticky and wet track pants, and hearing your sweet whimpers plagued his mind.

“Jeongin, I’m ready,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Jeongin shook his head, bringing him back down to reality.

“Oh, right,” he said. He wanted to avoid eye contact with you, but he couldn’t help it. You looked too cute. “On the count of three…One, two, three.”

You tried to lift the barbell with all the strength you had. You felt the strain in your arms, all the gravity coming down on you with immense force. You pushed the barbell a bit high above your chest. Your teeth were tightly pressed up against each other, your chest caved in with the amount of air you sucked in, and your eyes widened when your arms began to give out. Jeongin quickly grabbed the barbell before it fell completely on your chest and eased it back on the J-cups. 

“Told you it was going to be too heavy,” Jeongin said.

“Shut up,” you pouted, as you sat up on the bench. “I thought I had it.”

“I’m only surprised that it didn’t fall on you right off the bat. You did hold it up for a good five seconds or so.”

“That makes it sound like I’m weak.”

“One step at a time, Cutie. One step at a time.”

You rolled your eyes, but you jumped a little when his hand found its way in your hair, ruffling it up a little. Your face turned red, and your mind was buzzing. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering like crazy, and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin from his slight tug on your hair.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Nothing, Cutie. Just giving you some encouragement.”

You were going to say something back, but the words were lost on you the moment you saw his cheeky smile. The way his eyes formed into small crescents made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re just messing with me,” you huffed.

“Well…it seems like you don’t fully mind,” he said.

“What? Of course I mind.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Hey!—”

“C’mon, Cutie. Let’s exercise your muscles more.”

Jeongin walked away for a moment, and he replaced the fifty-pound weight plates from the barbell and replaced them with the twenty-five-pound weight plates.

“One step at a time,” he said, prompting you to lie back down on the bench.

You rolled your eyes a little but went ahead to lie down. Jeongin spotted you while you were lifting the barbell. The thing was still heavy, but it was easier to lift it up without putting so much strain on your arms. You both then proceeded to work out with the other equipment at the gym: the treadmills, the pull-up bars, and the leg extension. You also did regular exercises like push-ups, crunches, and sit-ups.

While both of you mostly got through the workout routine, you could not for the life of you keep your eyes off his buff muscles. You were obsessed with the way his veins protruded from his skin. Even the way he was taking a breather was fucking hot. His long tongue would just hang out from his lips, sweat dripping down his black hair, with his chest heaving, and the way he dryly laughs whenever he says that he should keep going.

You blamed your mind for making you picture what it would be like to have him in your sheets. His testosterone all the way up, his large hands grabbing your plush skin, and his tongue in places where it shouldn’t be. His heavy breaths against your heated skin, and all the things he could say to you while he has you under him. Would he sound so soft, or would he take all of his frustrations out on you?

No, Y/N! You can’t be weak for him. Not now!

Jeongin’s hands were tightly gripping your feet, keeping you in place while you did your set of sit-ups. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven….you almost lost track, but thankfully, Jeongin was the one paying attention. Your goal was twenty sit-ups. You were at about fifteen.

“You’re almost there,” Jeongin encouraged.

“Sixteen,” you panted, “Ugh, Jeongin, I’m tired.”

You weren’t lying. Your lungs were fighting for their lives, and the rest of your body was already sore from the other exercises you’d done for the past hour. You were even getting lightheaded, but you weren’t sure if it was from the exercises or from looking at Jeongin’s shifty fox eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your mouth dry from the constant panting, before going back to do more sit-ups.

“Hmm….nothing, Cutie,” Jeongin said.

“You have something planned, I know it.”

“To win the Grand Prix, yes.”

“Hmm….you’re obviously hiding something from me.”

“What is there to hide?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a plan to sabotage me on the track or something.”

Jeongin laughed.

“I would never,” Jeongin said, “I mean, come on, we agreed to work together, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Although….I guess I can embarrass you in front of Leclerc.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” you asked, your face contorted in confusion and your cheeks reddening.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll just tell him all about you in the off-chance I meet the Charles Leclerc face to face. Spill all your darkest secrets to him.”

“What dark secrets do I even have?” Your face was completely red with slight embarrassment, and what’s worse is that you don’t think you could handle the idea of your favorite racer knowing of your existence.

“Maybe….the fact that you have a cute journal dedicated to him,” Jeongin smirked.

“How did you know that?!” you bolted up, immediately stopping your sit-ups, and looked at him with your eyes wide open, adrenaline rushing through your veins, and your heart pounding like there’s no tomorrow.

“I caught a glimpse of you making your little collage the other day. You, in your pajamas sitting on your bed, stickers and markers surrounding you, and of course, the many pictures of him.”

“Don’t ever tell him!” So much heat radiated from your skin that water could evaporate if it touched it. You even looked away from Jeongin, hiding your face in your knees. Embarrassment was an understatement.

“No promises, Cutie,” Jeongin smirked before lifting your chin up to meet your eyes. “I think he’d find it endearing anyway.”

You sucked in a breath when you realized just how close your nose was to Jeongin’s. They were practically touching. His hand was already holding your chin, and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips: pink, plush, and utterly kissable. Jeongin’s Adam's apple was bobbing as he swallowed, his eyes failing to avoid your lips. God, he wanted to kiss you. Kiss you so much that he could devour you. You looked too cute: your lips were soft like a pillow, and you just looked at him with the biggest doe eyes he’s ever seen. And of course, your goddamn workout clothes were hard to look away from.

“How about we call it a day?” he asked.

You blinked, finally broken out of the weird trance. Jeongin pulled himself back, his hand letting go of your chin, leaving your skin cold. You reluctantly nodded, and just like that, you later found yourself in your shower, letting all the hot water trickle down your body. You stared and stared at the marble wall, noticing your very faint reflection. Your body was on autopilot, but your mind was stuck on Jeongin’s face. His face when he stared at your face for longer than ever. His face when his hand tightly gripped your chin. His face when his Adam’s apple was bobbing with every beat of his heart. His eyes haunted you. They were full of nothing but carnal want.

What would you have done if he just kissed you at that moment, you wondered. He’s your enemy, as you are his. You hated him. You wouldn’t let him, but what would his kisses even be like? Was he a good kisser or a bad one? Would his kisses be hard or soft? What would it be like to have his big, veiny hands on your thighs? How would he hold you—

No! I need to stop. I don’t want him, and he doesn’t want me. He’s just messing with me, that’s all.

Even with that assumption, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling. The water dripping down your body was running cold, making your skin textured with goosebumps. You felt a twitch in your spine, and yet, a rush came down your body, heat building up in your stomach. His eyes, his hands, his damn shoulders, his hard abs, and his stupid smirk that you’d slap right off wouldn’t let you be. 

Damn you, Yang Jeongin.

x•x•x•x

Tonight was the night. It was finally the Grand Prix. The big stadium lights were on, the crowd was cheering and screaming with excitement, and you were putting on your racer gear. Normally, you’d wear purple and black, but since you were representing your team, red and black were the colors. Jeongin was already dressed, and you immediately had to look away. Why the fuck was he so hot? The way his racer suit clinged to his body like a second skin made your mouth water, and you tried to keep your eyes away from his crotch, not wanting to act like some pervert during the big day.

Come on, Y/N! You’ve got a race to win. Focus!!

You huffed and finally put on your special jacket, put your hair up in a ponytail, and grabbed your helmet.

“This is it,” Jeongin said.

You turned your head to look at him, adjusting his boots, tightly pulling the laces together, and tying them. His hair looked slightly messy, but his face was wide awake.

“Yeah…” you said, “You better not screw it up.”

“Oh, please, Cutie. You know I won’t.”

Jeongin stood up and crossed his arms, eyeing you up and down.

“Let’s kick some ass,” he said before extending his hand out to you. You looked up to see his eyes, formed into crescents as his lips formed into a smile. Not a smirk. An actual smile. You smiled back and took his hand.

“Let’s kick some ass,” you said back.

“Good to see you two come around,” Changbin said. You and Jeongin turned to look at him, noting how proud he looked to see that there was no hostility between you. “I knew you could do it.”

“Thank you, Changbin,” you said a little bashfully. 

“I believe in you both. Even if you don’t win today, you can always win tomorrow.”

Changbin circled around you and Jeongin and stood behind you both. He put his hands on both of your shoulders, giving them a soft massage of encouragement.

“Go get them!” he said before walking away.

“We will, Changbin,” Jeongin chuckled.

The race was about to start, so you and Jeongin put on your helmets and stepped out to your track station. Several people were at the pit stop, working on final preparations for the racecars. You took a peek outside to see the screaming crowds and the scoreboard towering over everyone in the racecourse. The scoreboard was pretty empty since the race hadn’t started, but it showcased all the teams that would be participating. You couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride when you saw your team name on the board: TOPLINE. You felt prouder when the large screens in the distance displayed a picture of you, standing so confidently and ready to conquer the race.

“Come on, Cutie,” Jeongin called as he hopped into his racecar. “This race isn’t gonna win itself.”

You nodded and hopped into your racecar. Once you were seated, you tightly buckled in all the straps, and your hands found the steering wheel.

“Cutie? Can you hear me?” Jeongin said through the intercoms.

Shivers were sent up and down your spine, hearing the deep husk of his voice. Why did he sound so seductive? Your cheeks heated up, making your helmet hotter and humid with your breath.

“Cutie?” he asked again.

“Yes, I can hear you,” you said, trying to keep your head straight and not completely mad over his stupidly attractive voice.

“We’re queued to get in line.”

“Okay, I’ll line up.”

You looked through the windshield to see that Jeongin started to drive and left the pit stop. You shifted the gears in your car and followed him, reaching the track, and the adrenaline was already running through your veins when you realized that you were placed right behind a Ferrari racecar. Your heart was pounding, and you couldn’t help but feel very giddy. Your favorite team as a kid was right in front of you. However, you were very aware that you needed to focus on the race and not fall behind because of severe fangirling. You looked ahead of the Ferrari to see that Jeongin was placed a little ahead of you. You sucked in a small breath, hoping that your worst fear wouldn’t come true in this race.

I hope he doesn’t do what I think he’s gonna do. All that time training had better be worth something.

“Now all the racers are perfectly lined up!” the commentator’s voice boomed through the large speakers in the racecourse. “Today’s race is quite special, since it’s technically the official debut of Team TOPLINE with rookie racer Y/N L/N with her stunning determination and talent. And let’s not forget the pleasant surprise of Yang Jeongin, who originally auditioned to be part of McLaren, but he didn’t make the cut. Well, we’re glad to have him join us on the racecourse anyway.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the sudden fact that the commentator dropped. You didn’t know Jeongin actually tried for McLaren. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was that stopped him from joining the team. Maybe he wasn’t fast enough for them? Impossible. Jeongin’s the fastest. You imagined what expression his face could be making in that moment. Was he reveling in his failure to make it on one of the biggest racing teams, or was he motivated to do better than they ever could?

“I know you’re behind your man, Cutie, but you have to stay focused,” Jeongin said through the intercomms, interrupting your train of thought. His voice didn’t sound humorless, and instead had that same teasing tone he always had. 

“Hey!” you retorted, blushing once more. “I’ll be focused!!”

“Alright, Cutie.”

“Just don’t try to take the victory for yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jeongin didn’t say another word to you, and you didn’t say another word to him. You hoped that he actually meant it. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, and you were very sure that he didn’t want to embarrass himself either. All you had to do was breathe. Inhale and exhale. Your heart was pounding so much that you felt your limbs tremble. You looked through the windshield to see the red lights ahead blinking one by one. Once the final light turned on, all the cars started to move. Your foot was fully pressed against the accelerator the moment you gained enough distance. Your hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, and your eyes were trained on the track you practiced on so many times. You could hear your heart pound as you sped past the cars with logos you remember fangirling over as a young teenager. Your heart pounded so much that you could hear it in your ears.

“Y/N? Are you catching up?” Jeongin asked.

“Yeah…” you said, “I’ve passed like three of them now…I’m still a little behind.”

“Hmm…okay. Just try to get past as many cars as you can. Finish those laps.”

“Got it.”

You increased your speed and managed to get past another car, only to suddenly find yourself right next to a Ferrari. You were so tempted to look through the windows, maybe as an attempt to get one of your idols to notice you. However, you couldn’t afford to get distracted.

“And look at that! Y/N L/N has just passed another Ferrari!” the commentator announced. “She’s not giving any mercy to the veterans on the road. That rookie is surely determined! Hopefully her tires won’t give out midway through the race with this speed.”

“Jeongin! How far ahead are you?” you called.

“I’m about five cars away until I take the lead,” he replied, “Where are you?”

“I think I’m two cars behind you.”

“Keep that position, and only focus on defense.”

“Defense? Don’t tell me you’re trying to win the race on your own!”

“Trust me, Cutie, I wouldn’t have given you directions if I were.”

“Ugh, this better work.”

You looked at your rearview mirrors, noticing that someone was trying to get past you. You immediately huffed and blocked the car’s path, and when it tried to go another direction, you swiftly blocked that way too.

“Looks like Yang Jeongin has finished his first lap of the night!” the commentator said, “Will his partner Y/N L/N be able to catch up?”

“Jeongin!” you said.

“You’re almost there, Cutie, just hold on tight,” Jeongin assured, “I’ll have to make a quick pit stop anyway, so take the lead.”

Your foot was against the floor, pressing fully against the accelerator, and you fought your way to get past the cars that were in front of you. You saw Jeongin drive to the pit stop, and with a surge of adrenaline, you sped to where you were right next to the leading car, which had the very distinctive white, blue, and had the Red Bull logo all over it. You slightly averted your gaze to your right to see that the car was moving towards you and gently clashed against the side of your car, rubbing its side up your car. The scratching noise of metal rubbing against metal echoed in the small space of your racecar, piercing your ears through your helmet.

“Shit!”

You tightened your grip on the wheel, and you pushed back, not harshly but enough. The Red Bull car was pushed to the side of the track, orange sparks flying from its side. Immediately, you sped right into the lead.

“And Y/N L/N has taken the lead!!” the commentator hollered through the speakers, and the yells and cheers from the crowd echoed across the track. “And look at that! She completed her first lap of the night! Yang Jeongin has also finished his pit stop, and he’s now speeding his way to join his mate!”

“Stay in the lead, Cutie,” Jeongin said through the comms again. “I’ll focus on defense.”

“Not focused on winning for yourself, eh?” you smirked, “You for real?”

“Unless being in the spotlight is too much for you.”

“No, no. I was just wondering.”

“Alright then. Just stay where you are and do your laps.”

A whole hour went by. You and Jeongin were going back and forth on the track between taking the lead and focusing on defense against the other racers trying to increase their ranking on the board. There were some moments where other racers ended up being faster than you, some pit stops lasted a few seconds longer than you’d like, and Jeongin was in the lead more than you. You were behind about seven cars. You had about forty-six laps down, but Jeongin was already past fifty. The time was ticking, and you wanted nothing but to just speed past the cars and cross the finish line. However, despite the urge of wanting to scold him for having more laps down than you, you also knew that you just had to trust him. Trusting Yang Jeongin was a crazy idea, but maybe trusting him was the only way to win.

“We have only fifteen minutes left in this Grand Prix,” the commentator said, “And it is between McLaren and TOPLINE to take the win! Jeongin is at fifty laps, trying to catch up to Piastri’s records from the last couple of races. Who will cross that finish line first?”

“Jeongin! I’m falling behind,” you said, trying to get past the other racecars in front of you.

“Hold on, Y/N. We’re almost to the finish line,” Jeongin said.

“Well, you are close to the finish line. What about me?”

“I’m about to do a pit stop again. You can take the lead now.”

You quickly sped up again, passing all the racecars in front of you. Your teeth were grinding against each other, your knuckles were white, and you were ready to jump the moment you finally got another lap in. You weren’t sure when Jeongin was gonna come back from the pitstop, but that didn’t stop you from zooming through the track. Any car you saw ahead of you, you overtook it. Any pit stop you had to take, you made sure that it was as quick as possible. You were finally at about fifty-seven laps. Jeongin was at fifty-six.

“Looks like Team TOPLINE is taking over the leader board!” The commentator said, “Yang Jeongin is at the highest number of laps for this Grand Prix, and Y/N L/N is catching up to him. We have three minutes left until they finally cross that finish line.”

You were still in the lead, far away from everyone else. Your heart pounded, the adrenaline was coursing through your veins, your body was twitching, and your tunnel vision was unmatched. All you were focused on was the track, making sure that your speed was above eighty miles per hour. You didn’t even notice that Jeongin was finally right beside you. He glanced to his side, looking right at your determined face. You were ready to win, pushing past every obstacle to get what you want. A soft smile crept up on his lips, and he found his foot ease a little on the accelerator.

“On the count of three,” he said.

You sucked in a breath, and your pupils began to open more. His voice felt more electrifying than before. Everything began to feel silent. All the tensions in your body were gone. Even the roughness of the road you couldn’t feel. You were flying.

One…two…three!

Boom!!

Time stopped. Cheers echoed across the racecourse, confetti was flying everywhere, and you and Jeongin were speeding across the track all wild and free.

“And just like that!! TOPLINE takes the win for this Grand Prix!!” the commentator announced with so much energy in his voice. “Y/N L/N and Yang Jeongin crossed the finish line together. Y/N L/N finished the race with fifty-eight laps, and Yang Jeongin finished with fifty-seven! Very close tie in laps!”

You eventually stopped the car, smoke rising from the pavement. You couldn’t move. You were stuck. Sweat was dripping down your skin, soaking all the fabric of your racer outfit. The plastic shield of your helmet was all fogged up with every heavy breath you huffed out. Your arms and legs felt like jelly, as if it all were some crazy dream. Suddenly, you jumped when you heard a tap on your window. Your eyes met Jeongin’s through the glass.

“Come on, Cutie, get out,” he said, “The podium’s waiting.”

You stepped out of the racecar, slamming the door behind you. Nothing felt real at all. The crowd cheering, confetti dancing around you, the stadium lights focused on you, and Yang Jeongin, the man you’ve been hating since you were even paired with him, was smiling at you. It was like he was proud of you. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, and you didn’t bother pushing him away.

“We did it,” he said, “We won.”

“Yeah…” you replied, “We won.”

x•x•x•x

Three glasses of celebratory drinks clanked against each other, the music was blasting, and the TVs in the bar were playing the highlight reels of the Grand Prix. The place was rather crowded, but the majority of the people in the bar were mostly focused on the amazing win that just happened an hour ago.

“And what did I say?” Changbin said, “You both could do it!”

“I can’t believe I won my first race,” you giggled as you pulled the large gold trophy closer to you, casually smirking at Jeongin.

“Well, it was also my first race, too.” Jeongin playfully rolled his eyes and pulled the trophy close to him before taking another sip of his victory beer.

“Oh, piss off,” you scoffed.

“Come on, Cutie, it’s true.”

He leaned close, and you could smell the alcohol on him, making your mind feel a little fuzzy. His arm was nearing your waist, but it wasn’t brave enough to touch yet. Your cheeks were flushed, and you were sure it was from your strong, bitter drink too.

“Okay, come on,” Changbin chuckled, “It was a team effort. You both won your first race! That’s huge!”

“Eh, I guess you’re right, Changbin,” you laughed.

“Well, tonight is a night of celebration. You and Jeongin should treat yourselves. And don’t worry about the drinks. They’re on me for tonight.”

“Wow, Changbin,” Jeongin’s eyes widened, “You really didn’t have to—”

“It’s my gift to you both. Go have fun, you two. I will be enjoying my drink with the other team chiefs here.”

Changbin grabbed his glass and walked away from the bar, leaving you and Jeongin alone. You drank more from your glass, and Jeongin drank more from his.

“So…I guess we’ll go back to hating each other, right?” you asked.

“You think we could even do that after this?” Jeongin replied.

“Well, yeah…You still tried to take the win, didn’t you?”

You looked into Jeongin’s eyes, noticing the way they sparkled under the orange lights in the bar. His eyes really were like a fox’s up close. His smile was small, but it was wide enough to show his pearly teeth. His cheeks were glowing slightly pink, and he leaned closer to you. Your shoulders began to feel more relaxed, the lights got slightly blurry, and the music only became more distant in the background. Jeongin was the only person in your line of focus.

“I slowed down at the last second, Cutie,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

“What?” Your eyes widened, and you looked at him with confusion.

“When we were closing in on the finish line, I saw how ready you were to take that trophy. So, I decided to let you take it. Besides, I already beat Piastri’s record from the last race. I’m at his level now.”

You couldn’t believe it.

Yang Jeongin, your worst enemy. The man you swore to take down. He gave you your first victory.

“Jeongin, I…” you started, your words a little slurred and stuttered. “I don’t know what to say…”

“You’re welcome, Cutie,” he said, “Thought I’d be generous to you.”

You wanted to kiss him. You weren’t even sure if it was the damn alcohol or the fact that he looked so damn hot, admitting that he finally gave you a chance, but you really wanted to kiss him. Your eyes fluttered a little, your breath became light and shallow, and your nose lightly touched Jeongin’s. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s heart was pounding, his mind short-circuited, and his hands finally wrapped around your waist. No brain was between you both. You didn’t want to think too much about anything from now on, and neither did he. All you wanted was to touch him, and all he wanted was to touch you.

You weren’t so sure how you both ended up back in the hotel room, but you somehow found yourself colliding against the wall. The lights were very dim, giving an intimate atmosphere. Jeongin’s hands were gripping your waist, and your lips were crashing against each other. Deep breathless kisses like you both were putting all the tensions from however long you’ve known each other into them. His knee ended up right between your legs, coaxing a breathy moan out of you.

“Fuck!” you whined, as he rubbed his knee against you. Heat rushed down your body, and you suddenly feel wet and sticky, not just in your panties but in your racer pants. You were so fucking wet already, it’s embarrassing.

“What’s wrong, Cutie?” he whispered before sinking his teeth into your sensitive neck. You whined and dug your nails into his back. He rubbed his knee against your pussy more, so that you could feel it right up against your clothed clit. “You like that?”

You couldn’t speak. Your mind was so fuzzy from the alcohol and his touch that you were overheating. Your back arched against the wall, and you were sure that you were soaking the fabric of his pants too. Jeongin nibbled on your neck so that a purple splotch formed, and his hands reached down from your waist to your ass, firmly grabbing it, squishing the flesh through your pants.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, Cutie,” Jeongin groaned, letting his hot breath steam up your skin.

“Jeongin, please,” you begged.

“Please, what? What is it that you want, Cutie?”

He lifted you slightly up against the wall, his knee getting a slightly better angle of rubbing your clit, making you whine out loud. You were sweating so much in your racer suit that you were gonna die from the heat, and you could tell Jeongin was feeling the same way. But you knew that the man was so fucking stubborn. Unlike the victory at the Grand Prix, he wasn’t going to give you anything unless you begged.

“Fuck me, please,” you whined.

“Oh, really?” Jeongin feigned shock, “You want me to do that? Your sworn enemy?”

“Yes, Jeongin. Yes!”

Jeongin smirked before kissing you hard once more and finishing it off with a bite on your lower lip. You moaned against his lips, and he effortlessly carried you to the queen bed that was in the center of the room, very close to the large, uncovered windows that revealed the other dazzling buildings of the city. It was like that, the world was ready to watch their newest winners take their second reward of the night. Once you were pressed against the soft marshmallow sheets of the bed, Jeongin kissed you again, but this time he opened up your racer jacket, revealing your black sports bra underneath.

“No Leclerc?” he raised his eyebrow, amused.

“Didn’t wanna be a traitor on the track,” you casually rolled your eyes.

“Good. That means you’re loyal to me, right?”

You softly gasped when Jeongin reached down to grip your chin, carefully tilting it up so your already glassy eyes were looking straight up at his. He stared down at you with intent and a hint of possessiveness, just like his grip on your chin with his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but think about the one time in the gym when he had you exactly like that. He looked at you with so much want and need, and you were unbelievably horny. Even hornier than before.

“Yes,” you said plainly without any extra thought. It was like your one-track mind only led to Jeongin and Jeongin only.

“That’s right, Cutie,” Jeongin smirked, “You’re mine, and no other fucking racer is going to take you away from me.”

Jeongin kissed you again, but this time, you weren’t feeling his knee up against your pussy. It was his damn crotch. You moaned and clutched onto him tightly, feeling how fucking bricked he was in his pants. He was grinding his hips against yours, and you felt all the wet stickiness drip down to your thighs.

“Jeongin,” you whined, “Stop teasing me.”

“But teasing is so much fun…” he laughed breathlessly.

“It’s not fair…”

“Oh, Cutie. Life is unfair.”

“Jeongin!”

“Alright, fine. Fine. I got you.”

Jeongin kissed your neck as his lips traveled down your body. His face was right up against your tits, his nose fitting right in between them. You feel like you could scream with the way his teeth pulled down on the fabric of your sports bra, revealing your perky nipples to him. And in fact, you did scream with the way his lips latched onto one of your sensitive peaks and suctioned onto them so tightly. You moaned, and your hands found his dark hair, tugging on the strands tightly. He moaned against your skin, sucking and kissing your sensitive skin, and he gave the same amount of attention to your other breast. Meanwhile, his free hand found its way down your pants to the band of your sports underwear. His long fingers crept underneath the second layer of fabric and finally touched your soaking wet slit.

“Fuck!” you moaned again.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Jeongin groaned, after his tongue released your swollen nipple, a string of saliva connecting them. “You’re soaking.”

A whine escaped your throat when he stuck his one finger inside of your folds, swirling it around. Jeongin thrusted his finger, hitting your sweet spot so easily and deliciously. You moaned more, feeling your wetness soak everything.

“Jeongin,” you whimpered.

“You’re so fucking tight, Cutie,” he said, “Squeezing my one finger too…I wonder if you can take more like the champion you are.”

He begins to pull your pants and underwear down a bit more, revealing your glistening, wet skin to him. Jeongin held back a breath, otherwise he would completely explode on you. But he couldn’t let himself explode on you. He wanted to take his time, even if it drove you insane. He shoved a second finger inside you, forcing your back to arch.

“Jeongin!” you whined.

“Oh my god, Cutie. You’re sucking my fingers in.”

Jeongin continued to thrust his two fingers in and out of your desperate pussy, reveling in how tightly it clenches on them. You moaned and whined, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to form.

“Fuck, Jeongin! I’m gonna fucking cum!” you whined, not caring if anyone could hear you through the blue walls of the hotel room.

The knot in your tummy was getting tighter and tighter. Your mind was getting foggier with every time Jeongin’s fingers hit your sweet spot, coaxing squeaky moans out of you.

“Is that so?” he asked, smirking again with mischief brewing in his head. “You wanna cum, Cutie?”

“Yes!”

“Really badly? So soon? Without having my cock first?”

“Fuck, Jeongin! Let me cum!!”

He playfully rolled his eyes, and Jeongin thrusted his fingers harder into you, stretching your tight cunt out and hitting your sweet spot again and again until your eyes rolled back and spilled all over his hand and your half-way pulled down pants and underwear. You heaved out heavy breaths and whined when Jeongin pulled his fingers out of you, making a pop sound. You looked intently at him, watching the way your essence was dripping down his fingers and the way the hunger in his eyes only grew. He took his two fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking in every last drop he could get of you, reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue.

“My, my, Cutie…” he said. His voice was so dark and low like sin, and combined with his foxy glare, it only sent shivers down your spine. “You taste like Heaven. Can’t wait to feel you around me…”

Jeongin moved a little away from you, finally stripping off his clothes. He took off his racer jacket to reveal his hard and smooth abs, and he took off his pants to reveal his hard cock, ready to go. Your eyes widened at the sight. His body looked like it was personally crafted by the gods. Every chisel and dimple in his skin was made with intent, and his veins were protruding so much that you wanted to bite them. And oh God, his fucking cock was not what you could’ve imagined. And Jeongin wasn’t oblivious to the way you were looking at him. He could tell when your pupils were blown wide and if your mouth was watering.

“Like what you see, Cutie?” Jeongin asked.

You could only nod. His looks have completely left you speechless. Jeongin’s heart melted at how adorable you looked.

“God, you’re so cute,” he said before getting close to you again and completely pulling down your pants and underwear, disregarding them on the floor. One of his hands was placed right beside your head, and the other found its way on your waist. Your arms also found their way around him. “On the count of three. One…two…three.”

And just like that, Jeongin easily slipped his cock into your cunt. You gasped, and with Jeongin’s immediate thrust, you let out a loud moan. He thrusted in more, and by God, did he feel better than you could ever imagine. You clenched around him like you were made for him, as he continued to fuck you harder and faster.

“Jeongin!” you moaned, letting your blunt nails dig into his bare, muscled back, which only fueled his desire even more.

“How does it feel, Cutie?” he groaned, pounding his hard cock into you more and more, the tip colliding with your sweet spot.

“So…good.”

“That’s right, Baby…You’re fucking gripping me like crazy….like you were made for me.”

Jeongin’s grip on your hip tightened even more as he kept going at his rough and fast pace, and he reached down to play with your sensitive and swollen clit. You whined and felt the knot in your stomach form again. Your mind was so foggy that you didn’t ask to cum for the second time. You just squirted on him, and Jeongin only had three more thrusts left until he completely exploded and spilled all of himself inside you. Jeongin slowed his pace down, and he looked into your dazed eyes, flushed face, and frizzy hair. You looked completely drunk on lust, and he was not complaining.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Hmmm?” you couldn’t hear him at first, your mind still stuck in the clouds, but you noticed the way he caressed your cheek with so much tenderness; a complete contrast to his rough pounding. “It felt so good.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, and Jeongin smiled softly before leaning in to kiss you. However, this kiss was more soft, unlike the rough making out from before. You kissed him back, still relishing the way he felt inside you. He felt so fucking good, and you would have never thought things could have turned out this way. Yang Jeongin. Your sworn enemy in the world of racing. The man who you tried so hard to beat in this competition you had with him. Who would’ve thought you’d let your sworn enemy fuck you so good?

You may have won the Grand Prix, gotten your name in lights, and taken the trophy home. But nothing could have been more rewarding than the warm embrace of your sworn enemy Yang Jeongin. The man who finally gave you a chance to win.

Fuck you, Yang Jeongin. Fuck you for feeling so damn good.

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