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It wasn’t dramatic. It was… a Wednesday. Oscar asked, nervously, “Uh… so, would you maybe want to grab dinner? Like, not in the paddock. Somewhere with… chairs. And food?”

You laughed. “Chairs and food? Revolutionary. Yes.”

Cue the chaos:

George, overhearing, whispered: “He’s actually going to date her??”

Lando: “Bro, you have no idea what you’re signing up for.”

Charles: facepalming “He will never recover from the speed of her energy.”

And no one in the paddock slept that night, waiting for updates.

Date Vibes

The dinner was… surprisingly calm. You and Oscar sat outside, talking about random things that had nothing to do with racing or performing.

You teased him about fanchants.

He laughed, realizing he was still muttering “break the wall” under his breath sometimes.

Both of you ended up sharing earbuds and listening to Guerilla quietly, ironically, while sipping water.

It was chaotic in thought but quiet in reality. A perfect paradox.

By dessert, Oscar blurted: “You know… I didn’t expect to like someone like you.”

You, grinning: “Someone like me? A global K-pop maknae with enough energy to startle an entire F1 grid?”

He nodded. “Exactly. And I like it.”

And that, my friends, was the official start of Y/N x Oscar™.

Back in the Paddock: Chaos Unfolds

News didn’t stay secret for long. By the next practice session:

Lando had noticed Oscar walking extra carefully, looking like he was carrying a precious package (spoiler: it was your jacket).

Charles tried to “subtly” take photos of them together but ended up taking 47 blurry shots of them laughing.

Max commented to Lewis: “So… he’s dating her?”

Lewis, deadpan: “Yes. And good luck.”

Somehow, the internet got wind of it before the drivers themselves did. “F1 drivers dating K-pop stars?” became an instant trending topic. Fan edits, gifs, memes, and “supportive fan theories” exploded:

“Oscar holding Y/N’s hand mid-pit? Literal icon energy.” “Y/N and Oscar’s relationship will end the season—like, literally, engines might blow from chaos overload.”

Secret Training Sessions

Oscar, of course, became curious. “You know… I should probably learn some of the moves from Guerilla. For… bonding purposes.”

You laughed, nearly spitting out water. “Bonding purposes?? You’ll break something—probably yourself—trying to keep up with me.”

But the next day, in the Mercedes simulator room, he was awkwardly attempting a shuffle step you had done mid-performance.

George walked in. Jaw dropped. “I can’t. Just… can’t. He’s actually doing it.”

Charles whispered: “He might die before the first corner of the next race.”

You helped him, showing step by step, and yes, he fell… twice. But he was smiling the whole time.

Race Weekend Drama

When race weekend came again, the grid was already stressed. Tires, strategy, fan media… and now a public K-pop couple.

During Friday practice, cameras caught:

Oscar nervously checking if Y/N was watching him from the hospitality suite.

Y/N waving, causing every driver within 100 meters to melt in disbelief again.

Tweets going viral: “Oscar Piastri trying not to crash while thinking about Y/N”

Fernando: “This is unfair. My concentration…” Lewis: “Let them be happy.” Lando: internally screaming while documenting everything for memes.

Post-Race: Confession Moments

After the podium ceremony, with champagne flying and press snapping photos, Oscar finally whispered to you: “I know we’ve only just started… but I really like you, Y/N.”

You, leaning on his shoulder, tired from dance rehearsals and adrenaline, grinned. “I like you too. And yes, I’ll still stomp at 200 bpm in front of your entire team if I want.”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And that’s how chaos met love. In the paddock. In public. In viral memes.

Internet Chaos

By Monday:

Tweets: “Oscar x Y/N: F1 x K-pop OTP we never knew we needed.”

Instagram: Fan edits of him trying to dance with Y/N mid-performance.

TikTok: Compilations titled ‘F1 drivers lose their minds over Y/N.’

The drivers themselves? Mutually agreeing: “We can’t. Just… can’t deal.”

Epilogue

So yes. Race weekends are still chaotic. The Guerilla Incident™ is still a benchmark. But now, there’s laughter, late-night texts, secret dances, and the occasional public wink from Y/N that makes Oscar fluster faster than any pit stop.

And somewhere, deep in the Mercedes garage, George mutters to Charles:

“They’re dating. And somehow, the world survived it.”

Charles:

“Barely.”

End.