ss: pov you're a throat goat. han takes you out for a late night drive and you just can’t help but act on the thoughts that are running through your mind.
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the loud buzzing of han’s engine was all that filled your ears as he sped through the streets of roppongi, tokyo. his right hand gripped the steering wheel casually as if he wasn’t going over 100 mph; his left hand was occasionally moving to the clutch to switch gears, but it always returned to its rightful place on your thigh.
his touch still gave you shivers; it doesn’t matter how long you guys have been together. his touch, his smell, and those goddamn eyes… they were all too intoxicating.
your eyes darted to his lap along with your hands reaching to tug at the zipper of his jeans. han turned to look at your innocent face, your eyes slightly hooded over, silently begging for him. he knew what was about to happen, and it definitely wouldn't be the first time.
"do you need something, princess?" he asked casually while he gave your thigh a firm squeeze and casually inched his cold hand higher up your skirt. he always toyed with you, but not tonight.
you swatted his hand away without a word and sat up in your seat onto your knees, moving to face him while the car continued speeding through the streets. your hands tugged and pulled at his pants until you finally freed what you wanted most.
"someone's eager." he chuckled in his seat, moving his hips slightly to give you a better angle, his eyes still glued to the road while he expertly navigated through the city.
"i think you're the eager one, baby." you purred, leaning down to lick a thick stripe up his base before taking him whole into your mouth. the car jolted forward as you took his whole length; sure it was a challenge, but the noises the man was making above you were heavenly.
"fuck... you're so perfect." han groaned, trying to keep his eyes open while you swirled your tongue around him, also making sure to give his throbbing pink tip the attention it desired; various pet names and praises slipped through his moans while the car swerved back and fourth on the empty road.
his hips started to thrust lightly, making you take more and more of him if it was even possible. your moans vibrated his shaft as you continued your expertise even faster than before; you could tell he was about to come undone by his mindless babbles and his jerky driving.
in between moans han mustered out an "i'm gonna-" and then his hot, wet cum shot down your throat, and the car jolted to a stop. it was warm as you swallowed all of it and sucked his length clean. you sat up, wiping your mouth with your perfectly manicured hands as you admired the man in front of you.
han's head was tilted back, heavy breaths slipping from his lips as sweat covered his forehead; he shimmied his pants up and looked at you with sparkling eyes. he grabbed your chin, bringing you towards him to plant a passionate kiss on your plump lips; he could even still taste himself on you.
"y'know, i almost crashed like four times." han smiled at you, raising his eyebrows.
"it was like six times last drive, so was my head not as good this time?" you joked, knowing that could never be the case.
"clearly i'm just getting better at driving while having your mouth wrapped around me." he shrugged his shoulders while he changed gears and took off speeding down the streets once again.
"maybe we need to test that theory." you challenged, still staring at him deeply as he drifted around corners effortlessly, showing off just for you.
"we will, baby, but for now i'm taking you home so i can show you how appreciative i am." han cooed, returning his hand to your thigh this time all the way up your skirt, right where you craved him the most. it was going to be a long, blissful night, and you ached at the thought of it.
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A/N: I have no idea how there are almost no works of this man on here. I was so desperate I had to do something about it. Don't expect this to be good, as this is my first fic ever! Also, this is inspired by "Breakin' Dishes" from Rihanna.
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You were mad, like really mad. You were mad to the point that not even the show you were watching gave you a distraction. It had been hours since Han's last text, and even though you knew about Han's life and his business, this was getting on your nerves.
It wasn't the fact that he was out at this hour that was bothering you or that he hadn't called or answered any of your texts, it was every little thing that had happened before today.
Han has been very secretive lately. Usually he tells you little about his dealings, as he didn't want you that involved in his shady business, but this was different. He ended calls when you entered a room and became really secretive about his phone (which never happened before), and to make it worse, he was coming even later than before without a text or a call to reassure you or at least give you warning.
You weren't usually jealous; yes, sometimes you were jealous when girls tried to make advances on your man, but Han always shut it down, though something about this was different. What made you really suspicious about it all is that he started coming bathed after his supposed business deals. The only reason you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the bruises you saw on his body when you stole a glance while he changed, too large to be hickeys, but at the same time why would he hide them from you? It wouldn't be the first time you helped him with it.
For the sake of peace, you decided to let it go, but that peace was running lower every passing minute. This was the third night this week that he decided it was a good idea to not call you even though it was well past three am. Is he cheating on you? You have no idea, but if you don't do something right now, you are going to start throwing shit.
So you shut off the TV and started walking towards your shared room. Drawer after drawer was thrown out to find something, anything either to calm you down or give you a reason to kill him. Halfway through his stuff, you found it, a scribbled note hidden in a jacket he wore like two days ago. The note itself was a list of tasks barely described that gave you more questions than answers.
That was until you read the last one.
“Sean stands watch, night affair”
Sean was so dead.
Without thinking twice, you grabbed your keys and sped your way to the garage. You weren't jealous, like at all, but you are not dumb either. Even though you didn't want to believe that Han could cheat, you knew his past, and the sole idea of it is making you madder by the second.
After braking every spending limit to get to the garage, you get out of the car, slamming the door so hard all the faces in the place look at you. Sean is not in the garage, but to the man's bad luck, Twinkie is. The moment he locks eyes with you he can tell he is done for and tries to turn around to leave.
“Twinkie, don't you fucking dare." You scream, making the guy turn to look at you with a face of pure terror and guilt. “You are going to tell me right now where the fuck Han and your little friend Sean are if you want to keep all your teeth."
Twinkie was so scared he started stuttering nonsense. He was so shocked at your behavior, as you were always so nice and bubbly to everybody, but he was no fool; he knew you could pack a punch if given the chance, and he was not about to give it to you.
“I swear I have no idea where they are, at some deal or something!" That was a lie, and you knew it, he refused to look you in the eyes and that was all you needed. “Bullshit!” And as you were grabbing him by the shirt and ready to hit his face, he shook his hands as he spoke, “OKAY, okay, I lied. I know, I'll tell you, please."
You let go of his shirt so he can explain himself. “They are at some type of business in Kabukichō.” You knew Kabukichō, you also knew that it wasn't called the red district of Tokyo for no reason. This ‘night affair’ he was dealing with had no business being there, and Han better have a really good explanation if he wanted to live another day.
“Okay, take me there." He looked at you like you were crazy. “What? No, I can't; Sean would kill me and then Han would kill me again.”
“I wasn't asking.” You kept staring at each other, and you could see the gears turning in his head, pondering his options. In the end, after a heavy sigh, he agreed, "Fine!" I just know I will regret it.”
The ride there was mostly silent, momentarily interrupted by Twinkies' (useless) attempts to calm you down and you trying to get information on what type of deal he had. “How many times do I have to tell you? Sean only told me where they were going. Bet he didn't even know what it was about.”
That was weird. Lately Sean got to accompany Han a lot, so the fact that even he didn't know made you more suspicious. “The only thing I overheard is that Han is meeting someone.”
Oh, so he is with a bitch...
Maybe it was not a 'nonchalant' move what you did next, but at this point you were mad because as far as you knew he could be getting down to some girl. “What the hell are you doing? PUT THAT BACK!” “Eyes on the road man, and I just want to give them a little scare, nothing too serious." You say as you take a gun out of the glove box. To be fair you dont want to kill someone, just a little scare, and if this was actually a deal, you would need protection anyways.
The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful aside from Twinkie's nervous glances at you when you reached a building. Sean could be seen occasionally peering through the door, so you both knew you were in the right place. That and the car parked in the ally that you knew was Han’s.
The moment he saw you both, he started almost screaming at Twinkie, "Man, what are you doing here? You know you both shouldn't be here, especially you—" He pointed in your direction but was cut short when a loud crash came from inside the building.
In that moment you could care less what the boys thought. You pushed past them and entered the building, getting your gun out and ready. Voices could be heard from the floor above. “I won't repeat myself, Han. You screwed up. Now where are the goods?” You could hear a punch, and as you got closer to the door, you saw Han, tied to a chair and beaten up.
“And how many times do I have to tell you? I don't know." That's when another man that was in the room punched him. As much as you thought this was his karma for lying to you, you weren't about to leave him to deal with this.
You turn around to see Twinkie and Sean coming up the stairs, and without thinking twice, you kick the door open while telling them, “Cover me." Both men scramble to take out their guns as you go to the man in front of Han, hitting him with the holster of your own.
“The only one who can hit Han Lue and get away with it is me.” Han looked up at you and his eyes lit up for a moment until he saw the look in your eyes. “Baby, I—" "Don't talk, you are in as much trouble as they are." You said while pointing the gun at the man who punched him previously. The man seemed to realize he was in fact now in a fight, charging at you. But before he could get closer, you shot him in the leg.
After Twinkie and Sean took care of the rest, you went to Han so you could untie him. “You are mad, and I have a feeling I'm the culprit.” “No shit, Sherlock," you said while getting him out of that chair and helping him out of the building while he groans in pain. The moment he was free you gripped his face so he was looking directly at you. “If you ever do something stupid like that, you are as good as dead. You hear?” He wasn't about to admit what that did to him; it isn't the time. "Yes, ma’am.”
After getting out of there, you get in Han’s car with him in the passenger seat so you can get back home. Sean and Twinkie left together, as they clearly didn't want to be in the middle of whatever was happening. The ride was tense, you were fuming, but you were also worried for him, and the faster you got to your apartment, the better.
Getting Han into the apartment was a challenge in itself. He was really beaten up, and moving seemed painful. You were thankful that because of the hour none of your neighbors were up so nobody saw you get into the elevator with a beat-up man. As the elevator closes its doors, Han turns slightly to have you closer and whispers near your ear, "Please don't hate me.” You could hear the pain in his voice. “I don’t hate you, I just hate when you are an idiot.” He huffed a little, and when he was about to tell you something, the elevator doors opened.
You sat him in a chair as you got the first aid kit. As you helped him get his shirt off so you could get to the wounds on his chest, he started to apologize in between groans of pain. “If you are so sorry, why did you lie? I was left here to guess if you were half dead in a random place or worse, cheating on me." He chuckled. “Is me cheating on you worse than dying?" “Not the point, besides, you never hid this from me. I was worried.”
After tending to his wounds, you stared at him, deciding if you were still mad. Almost as if reading your mind, he leaned in to kiss you. “Does this work as an apology?” You kissed him lightly again before sitting up and flicking his forehead. “Bearly.”
a/n: I was going to let this rot and die in the drafts but I didn’t want to let the mini story go to waste soooo eat up <3
•Late-night ramen and lingering glances
You start hanging out at the garage more often. You don’t really belong to the racing scene, but Han never makes you feel out of place. One night, he asks if you want food — and instead of bringing you back takeout, he picks you up in his RX-7 and drives you through neon-lit Tokyo just for a tiny, hole-in-the-wall ramen spot.
He doesn’t say much. But when he watches you slurp your noodles, hiding a grin behind his hand?
That’s the first time you feel like maybe he’s not just being nice.
• Teaching you how to drift... sort of
You’re not a racer—not really, but one night Han catches you watching him a little too long during a tune-up session. Without a word, he tosses you the keys to one of the older cars in the garage.
“Let’s see what you got.”
“What?” You said, too slow to understand the implication.
“Garage car. She’s got bite. But she’ll be nice if you treat her right.”
“Wait. You want me to drive?”
“No,” he deadpans. “I want you to try. Let’s see if you’re more than just pretty looks and long stares.”
“I can drive,” you insist.
“Good,” Han replies, leaning back on the hood, arms folded. “Show me.”
You slide into the driver’s seat, heart pounding. The interior smells like dust and old vinyl. You adjust everything like you’ve seen in the movies.
Then stall the engine.
Once.
Twice.
Five times.
Okay, maybe I can’t drive,” you mutter to yourself. Watching how Han looked at you in amusement
Han strolls over and taps the window.
“Mind if I join?” he asks.
“To mock me properly?”
“I mock better up close.”
He slides into the passenger seat, one arm casually resting across the back of yours, and gestures toward the wheel.
“Alright, let’s fix whatever that was.”
“You mean my confidence?”
“That too.”
He reaches for the gearshift, brushing your hand. His fingers are rough, warm, steady.
“Clutch, gas. It’s like dancing,” he says. “You don’t step on your partner’s feet, you listen to the rhythm.”
“I’m more of a freestyle girl.”
“Clearly.”
You try again. The car jerks forward, protesting, but doesn’t stall.
“Hey!” you exclaim, triumphant.
“Don’t celebrate yet. That was beginner’s luck.”
“No faith?”
“I’ve got faith,” Han says, turning toward you with a teasing glint. “But also really good reflexes in case you crash.”
Han teaches you the way he drives — calm, fluid, like he’s got nowhere to be but enjoys getting there. You, on the other hand, learn the hard way. Curbs are hit. Cones are sacrificed.
“You trying to drift or parallel park a tank?”
“Is that tire smoke or your ego burning out?”
“You’re still terrible,” he says one night after a particularly wild turn. “But damn, you make it look fun.”
One night, you finally nail it — a clean, sharp drift that slices through the dockside corner like a knife. You hit the throttle just right, countersteer without overthinking. The tires screech, smoke curls, and when you stop, heart racing, you look over at him.
He’s quiet. For once.
“Speechless?” you ask, breathless, grinning.
“Shocked,” he admits, mouth twitching up. “Thought we’d be in the bay by now.”
“Told you I could drive.”
“Mmm. I’m starting to think you just like me close.”
“You wish.”
He leans in, that lazy grin softening just a touch. There's a pause — full of heat, the hum of the idling engine, the slow rise of something more.
“Y’know,” he says, voice low, “when I gave you those keys… I wasn’t just testing your driving.”
“Oh yeah?” you reply, arching a brow. “Then what were you testing?”
“Whether or not I’d have to keep pretending I wasn’t into you.”
Your breath hitches. He’s so close you can see the gold flecks in his eyes, the smallest curve of his lip.
You smile — smug, playful, yours.
“So how’d I do?”
He grins back, nodding toward the wheel.
“You passed. Now drive.”
• Sleeping in the car — together, unspoken
One night you stay late at the garage. Han’s reclined in the RX-7, and you're too tired to go home. He opens the passenger side, pats the seat like it’s always been yours.
Neither of you talk much — just sit in the silence while Tokyo hums outside. You fall asleep before you realize it. When you wake up, his jacket is over your legs, and he’s still awake, watching the stars through the windshield.
• Han shares his snacks, always
You never ask. He never offers. But his bag of chips? His Pocky? His peach gummies from the vending machine?
He always hands them to you first, wordlessly, like it’s automatic. Like you’re already a part of his rhythm.
Even when you’re arguing. Especially when you’re arguing.
• Tangled legs and parking garage conversations
You’ve started crashing in the RX-7 after late nights — both of you curled up together in the back seat or lying across the hood, legs tangled, listening to music
You talk about nothing. Everything. The quiet in the city. What you'd do if you left Tokyo. Whether drifting is freedom or just a distraction.
He never says "I love you." But he looks at you like the words are too small to fit what he feels.
• Protectiveness that doesn’t look like anger
Han doesn’t raise his voice. Ever. But the one time a drunk bystander gets too close to you, says something slick that lands wrong?
Han’s already in front of you, one hand lightly guiding you back, the other gripping his arm just a little too hard.
He doesn't say much — just leans in and murmurs something to the guy.
Later, when you ask what he said, Han just shrugs and says, “Told him not to get comfortable.”
• You patch him up
He comes back one night, knuckles bruised, a small cut on his cheekbone.
He brushes it off, of course. "Wasn’t a big deal." But he doesn’t stop you when you pull him into the bathroom and clean him up with cotton pads and ointment.
He watches you in the mirror. Quiet. Still.
“You always take care of people like this?” he asks softly.
You don’t answer — you just kiss the corner of his mouth and say, “Just you.”
• Shared routine
Han starts making you part of his rhythm without ever asking.
You start showing up around the same time. He plays the same playlist you two created while you help tidy up the garage. You hand him tools without needing to be asked. He knows your go-to snack and starts stocking it without saying anything.
They met in Rio, when Dom called them both, they answered. Like what Roman had done to Gisele when she showed, he walked over, “Sexy body baby, you gon let me have a peek in that backseat” he laughed and smiled at the girl , Y/n pulled a gun on him, and aimed at his jewels, Roman’s response was to cover his jewels and crouch, a pathetic attempt to protect them.
“You can look the day this gun melts.” she retorted, a small smirk growing on her face, “Well your looks could do just that” Roman whimpered, she laughed, loud, as she tucked the gun away. Tej looked at roman, ranting about how he didn’t learn his lesson with the last girl, Roman fought back, “Well this is just another dogfight” another voice spoke, coming up behind her, y/n turned her head, her eyes falling on an attractive Asian man. She laughed softly, eyes crinkling in the corners, he smiled too.
‘Han Lue.” He spoke; his eyes trained on the woman.
“Y/n L/n” she replied quietly. He nodded, “I uh like your car” he spoke, looking over at it.
“Thank you” y/n muttered, he nodded looking at her one more time before turning his attention to Dom and Brian who had walked in the room. She walked over beside Han quietly, walking past a arguing Tej and Roman. Han looked at her once more, as she moved to stand beside Mia, his eyes lingering on the woman, he took notice of the way her hair fell, the way her eyes followed every movement, listening as though her life depended on it. Han smiled slightly when she did.
He looked down taking a pack of snacks from his pocket and munching on them, trying to distract his mind from his thoughts of her.
When he knew he loved her:
He watched her closely, watching as you she drifted around the corners quickly, the mock camera set up making sure you she wouldn’t get caught. Y/n hit the brakes, drifting the car to a stop, Han smiled. “I’m in love” he muttered, Dom chuckled. His eyes remained on Han as he watched her exit the car, calling out to Mia, “Did I make it?” she called walking up onto the platform, Mia shook her head. “Your still to slow” she would’ve had said if y/n groan hadn’t cut her off. y/n walked over to Dom who watched everyone else drive.
“We’ll never make it. These cars, they’re too noticeable.” Y/n spoke standing beside him, Dom nodded.
“Okay so, we need to blend in?” Han asked, he walked up beside y/n, his body barely touching hers, but the feeling was there.
Lingering.
His breath fanned down her neck slightly, causing goosebumps to rise in a storm.
“Exactly.” Dom replied, he turned to the two his eye’s scanning over their proximity. He smiled slightly before walking off to Brian.
“What was he smiling about?” Han asked.
She smiled looking down at his hand for a second, his hand rested on my hip, gently and featherlight. He pulled it away sheepishly and looked away. Y/n smiled, a small laugh filling the air.
When she knew she loved him:
It hit like a train, y/n had driven them to the fence of the police station, the others had quickly climbed out. Han looked at her for a second, she turned to him, gently pressing the breaks to slow the car. She grinned “Don’t hurt yourself.” Han smiled, climbing from the car awkwardly, his lanky frame bending to fit through the window. Y/n watched him jump over the fence catching up with the others, she smiled. Taking off down the road and back to their hideout, she hopped out the car in silence offering a small smile to the others before sitting down in a chair, Han’s chair. She sat quietly, drawing on a scrap piece of paper, her fingers moved aimlessly sketching out a face among the white.
“Do you like him?” a thick accent called behind her, she looked up at Gisele.
“No? I just needed something to draw” she reasoned. Gisele smirked at her, “I know love when I see it”
Y/n turned away, scrunching up the drawing, and trying to rest her eyes. They fluttered shut, enveloping her mind in pure silence.
“You can’t lie to me.” Gisele whispered in her ear, Y/n smiled. The sound of tires screeching ran through the building, police sirens followed, the women all looked up, alert. The boys stepped out, as Brian yelling and smiling about how he won against Dom, Han and Roman spoke to him quietly making his face fall. “Good to see no casualties.” Y/n muttered as Dom walked past her, he grinned before speaking.
“Don’t worry, no on hurt your boyfriend.”
y/n rolled her eyes at his teasing before looking away, “You missed me?” Han mumbled coming up beside her, she blushed before speaking.
“In your dreams.”
He grinned, “After this is over, I’m going to take you to dinner.”
“Dinner date? Or just dinner?” she replied.
“Dinner date, somewhere expensive with really good food.” He spoke before walking over to Dom.
Y/n smiled, turning away from before biting her knuckles in excitement, she suppressed a squeal before resuming her composure and turning back, she locked eyes with Gisele. Who raised her brow and smirked, clearly knowing the girls’ feelings.
When they both confessed:
The heist was over, and now in front of them was a huge, scratched vault being hacked by Tej.
“Y/n” Han mumbled looking at the girl sitting beside him, she turned to him with a small “Hm?”
Han sucked in a breath before speaking again, “I love you.”
She laughed quietly, “So you know? I don’t like being mocked.”
Han froze, his brows furrowing in confusion, “I’m serious, I love you. No jokes or mockery.” He gripped her hand pulling it from her lap and into his own.
Y/n froze, “Your serious?” she muttered in a small voice.
Han nodded placing a warm hand on her cheek, he pulled her in gently, pressing his warm plump lips against hers. She leaned in gently, pushing her body into his. Their lips moved in sync, flesh meeting flesh, love entwining with love. Claps surround them and a defeated groan form roman, y/n pulled back slightly licking her lips and taking deep breaths.
“Marry me” Han muttered, leaning in for another kiss, she smiled kissing him again and entangling her hands in his dark hair.
“ok” she mumbled, Han pulled her into his lap, his lips desperately fighting with her.
“OKAY OKAY.” Roman yelled a frown on his face, “You don’t have to rub it in man.”
Han chuckled, his arms wrapping around y/ns waist.
Tej turned back to the vault placing the plastic on the handprint and then his own hand, a click filled the room, as Tej removed his hand.
Y/n sucked in her breath, hand intertwined with Han’s, Tej grabbed the handle pulling on the door, he opened his watching as money fell out onto the concrete floor, a smile grew on y/n’s face as she looked back at Han.
His eyes were already on her, a huge smile on his face, as he connected their lips again. She kissed him back, lips moving in passionate desperation.
a/n: maybe ill decide to write the wedding and yes he would be so serious he did not care how you got married he just wanted to marry you.
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pairing: drift king lee know! x han lue's younger sister oc!
warnings (not really): slight suggestive scenes, curse words, street racing, drifting, bad grammar (i think).
a/n: oc's name is shego lue and she's a racer too, is mentioned that minho is half japanese and a sukeban's son, han's referred as hannie by shego, han likes to call shego, go-go.
btw lino's header credits to @hyunminsunger on Tumblr
originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws
During the time Han had became business partners with DK and started going to the car meetings, he never expected to see his baby sister Shego being whispered on her ear and tightly hugged on the waist by Hirai Yuka's son, Lee Minho on a dim corner of the parking lot after winning a purple 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV. Yes, he was aware that his sister was in Japan, after all he had seen her leaving Sean's school with Lee one day on a blue 1996 Nissan Skyline GT-R R33.
The truth was that Han never expected Shego to be that close with Lee Minho or DK Lee Know as people in Minato called him, he knew that his mother Hirai Yuka used to be a sukeban on her teenage years to later get married with a korean financial advisor. So why they were secretly clingy towards eachother only made him more curious, with slow movements he stopped leaning on his car and carefully approached the young adults in the corner.
Lee's back now was facing to him, his right hand was set on the concrete wall and his dominant hand was covering Shegos's cheek and part of her jaw, the sound of slow making out filled Han's ears making him clear his throat and the younger's to separate.
“It's nice to see that you haven't lost your touch Go-Go” Han's usual lazy tone filled Shegos and Minho's ears. Slowly her left hand slipped out of her boy's neck while the other one patted his chest to come out of the darkness.
“And it's nice to finally see you Hannie” Shego's silky voice reached his ears making him smile softly. “I thought I had to go to your garage for you."
Han chuckled, his gaze flicking between Shego and Minho. "You know where to find me, little sister. But it seems like you've found some other... distractions here in Tokyo."
Minho stepped forward, his stance protective yet respectful. "Han, I didn't expected to see you here tonight." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension, unsure of how Han would react to the situation.
Shego rolled her eyes playfully, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, Hannie, you knew I'd make friends here. Minho's been showing me around since I arrived. He's actually quite the gentleman when he's not racing."
Han raised a corner of his lips, his curiosity piqued. "And here I thought you'd stick to your books, Go-Go. Isn't that why you were sent here?."
Shego smirked. "There's more to life than just books, Han. Besides, Minho here has been teaching me a few more things about cars. Turns out, I do have a knack for it."
Minho nodded, adding, "She's a quick learner. Not only that, she's really got some natural talent behind the wheel."
Han looked at the purple Supra, then back at the duo. "I know, I taught her how to drive. Speaking of talent, whose car is this?"
"Mine," Minho answered with a hint of pride. "Won it tonight. Thought it might look good next to my GT-R."
Han walked over to the car, running his hand along the smooth bodywork. "Nice choice. Seems like you've both joined forces on car racing, huh?" Suggestion slipped in his voice
Shego stepped closer to Han, her voice softening. "Don't worry. I'm safe here. Minho takes care of me, you know I'm learning, growing."
Han gave a slow nod, understanding the unspoken message. "Just make sure you keep your head in the game. Both of you." His eyes met Minho's, a silent agreement passing between them.
Minho nodded, acknowledging the responsibility. "I will, Han. You have my word."
The tension eased as Han leaned back against his car with a lighter vibe. "Well then, I guess we should celebrate your new ride, Minho. And Shego, you owe me a race to see what you've learned.
Shego laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Challenge accepted, Hannie. But let's make it interesting. If we win would you let Minho officially date me?"
Han smirked. "Sure, why not. You're on, Go-Go. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my sister."
The air was thick with anticipation as Han, Shego, and Minho prepared for the race. The makeshift track was the old runway at Haneda, long and straight with a few sharp turns that would test their skill and strategy.
The cars lined up, headlights piercing the night. Han’s black Evo IX sat sleek and menacing, its turbocharged engine purring with potential. Next to it, Minho's newly won purple Supra MK IV had a reputation for speed but was less known for its handling. Shego, now behind the wheel of the Supra, felt the power beneath her hands, her nerves tingling with excitement.
Han gave a nod to Shego, his eyes conveying both challenge and pride. "Remember, Go-Go, it's not just about speed. You've got to feel the road."
Shego smirked back, her confidence bolstered by her brother's words. "Don't worry, Hannie. I've been paying attention."
Minho, standing beside Shego, patted the hood of the car. "This baby's got some tricks up its sleeve. We'll show you."
A little crowd who had gathered around counted down, the tension palpable. "Three... Two... One... GO!"
Tires screeched as all three cars launched forward, the sound echoing across the empty runway.
Han took an early lead, his Evo's all-wheel drive giving him superior traction. He used this to his advantage, pulling a quick slingshot maneuver to get ahead. His driving was smooth, each shift and drift a calculated move.
Shego, however, wasn't far behind. She leaned into the first turn, feeling the car's weight transfer. Minho had shown her how to use the Supra's weight distribution to her advantage, teaching her to initiate a drift by slightly letting off the throttle at the apex of the turn, then counter-steering to control the slide. She executed this perfectly, the car's taillights forming a wide arc of light as she kept the momentum going, closing in on Han.
Minho's voice was heard from the passenger seat, calm and instructional. "Use the handbrake for a tighter turn. It'll unsettle the rear, but we can control it."
Shego nodded, as they approached a sharper bend, she gently pulled the handbrake, feeling the back end begin to slide. She counter-steered, her hands dancing over the wheel, keeping the car's nose pointed where she wanted it to go. The technique shaved off precious seconds, allowing her to nip at Han's heels.
Han chuckled over a little radio Minho had given him, "Nice move, Go-Go. But let's see you handle this."
He feigned a wide drift into the next turn, making it look like he was losing control. Shego, expecting an opening, committed to overtaking on the inside. But at the last second, Han tightened his line, his car's turbo kicking in, propelling him forward with a burst of speed.
"Oldest trick in the book," Han muttered to himself, grinning.
Minho, anticipating Han's strategy, instructed Shego, "Draft off him! Use his slipstream."
Shego caught up, tucking in close behind Han's Evo. The aerodynamic pull helped her close the gap. As they approached the final stretch, where precision would count more than power, Minho's voice was calm, "Now, let's show him the Supra's real power. Shift down, then floor it at the exit of this turn."
Shego followed his advice, downshifting just before the turn, then as she powered out, she floored the accelerator. The turbo lag was minimal thanks to the car's tuning, and she felt the surge of power, the car rocketing forward.
The finish line was in sight, and it was neck and neck. Han, knowing he couldn't outrun the Supra on the straight, attempted to block Shego's path. But she was ready, braking later into the last corner, cutting inside with a precision that made her brother proud.
They crossed the line together, but the crowd's roar suggested Shego had edged out Han by a hair's breadth.
Pulling over, the engines quieted, and Han laughed, shaking his head as he got out of his car. "I guess I owe you more than dinner now, huh?"
Shego hopped out, her face alight with victory and adrenaline. "Looks like I've got myself a boyfriend, thanks to you, Hannie."
Minho joined them, his hand finding Shego's, a look of genuine pride in his eyes. "And you've got yourself one hell of a racer, Han."
Han looked at them, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Seems I do. But you won't win the next time Go-Go."
Han Lue
Fast and Furious
Words: 844
*Trigger Warning* jealousy, interpersonal conflict, social tension, subtle harassment, alcohol use, romantic intimacy (non-explicit), street-racing environment, car culture elements
The days blurred together after that night.
Morning coffee turned into afternoons under the hood, evenings on the road, and nights tangled in Han’s loft above the garage — the quiet kind of closeness that didn’t need words.
You’d gotten used to the rhythm: the sound of him tuning engines while you handed him tools, the way he’d toss you that lazy grin over a fender, the smell of oil and citrus that clung to everything. Han wasn’t a man of declarations — he just showed up. Every day. Every night.
And so did you.
By the end of the week, people had stopped whispering about it — well, mostly. Sean hadn’t.
The garage buzzed louder than usual that Friday. Someone had decided a successful week of races deserved a celebration, which in Han’s circle meant a party.
Music blared, cars lined the street outside, and the smell of street food and burnt tires filled the air.
You and Han arrived together — his hand resting casually at the small of your back, the kind of touch that said everything without a word. Heads turned as you walked in. You caught more than a few looks — some curious, some jealous, some downright annoyed.
Sean spotted you first, grinning as he sauntered over.
“Would you look at that,” he drawled. “Han Lue, the man who never gets attached, showing up with someone for once. Didn’t think I’d live to see the day.”
Han didn’t even glance at him. “Guess you’re living longer than expected.”
Sean laughed, raising his hands. “Hey, no judgment. Just surprised to see you this domestic.”
You smirked. “Relax, Sean. I promise I’m not keeping him on a leash.”
Han’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “You sure?”
Sean groaned. “Okay, gross. Forget I said anything.”
You laughed, shaking your head as Sean wandered off to find another drink.
For a while, the party rolled easy — music, laughter, lights bouncing off polished metal. You found yourself leaning against Han’s RX-7, talking with a few of the drivers while Han slipped away to grab drinks.
That’s when it started.
A couple of girls — familiar faces from the Tokyo drift scene — sauntered over, all smiles that didn’t reach their eyes.
“So you’re the reason Han’s been too busy for anyone else lately,” one said, tone light but edged.
You tilted your head, polite smile steady. “Guess so.”
“Cute,” another chimed in. “Didn’t think he was into… mechanics.”
Your jaw tightened, but you kept your voice even. “Better a mechanic than a backseat driver.”
The first girl laughed — not kindly. “He must really like you. Usually, he’s not the type to—”
“—to what?” Han’s voice cut through the noise before she could finish.
He was behind you, calm but unmistakably sharp, two drinks in hand. The girls froze as he stepped closer, his presence doing what his tone didn’t need to.
“Problem?” he asked, eyes moving from them to you and back again.
The girls exchanged nervous glances. “No problem, Han. We were just talking.”
“Mm,” he said, voice low, nonchalant. “Funny. Didn’t sound like talking.”
One of them tried to recover. “We were just saying it’s… new. Seeing you so—”
“Happy?” he finished for her, passing you your drink without looking away.
The silence that followed was cutting.
You took the glass, trying not to smile, while the girls muttered quick excuses and slipped off toward the crowd.
Han turned back to you, unbothered, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “You okay?”
You raised a brow. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t like the tone.”
“I can handle myself, you know.”
“I know,” he said simply, leaning beside you. “But I like handling it with you.”
You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Smooth.”
He gave a lazy grin. “Always.”
Sean passed by again, catching the tail end of the exchange. “Man, you two are disgustingly cute. What happened to the mysterious loner thing, Han?”
Han didn’t miss a beat. “Guess it got tuned out.”
You nearly choked on your drink. “Tuned out?”
He gave a half-shrug. “New part, better performance.”
Sean groaned. “You’ve officially gone soft.”
Han’s grin didn’t fade. “Nah. Just smarter.”
Later, when the party thinned out and the music quieted, you found yourselves outside, leaning against your Silvia, Tokyo lights painting everything in gold and violet.
“You didn’t have to defend me back there,” you said softly.
“I know,” he replied, just as quiet. “But I wanted to make sure they knew.”
“Knew what?”
He looked at you — that slow, steady gaze that could stop time. “That I don’t hide what matters to me.”
The noise from inside faded, replaced by the hum of the city and your heartbeat syncing with his.
You smiled, brushing your thumb against the edge of his hand. “You’re getting bold, Han.”
He smirked. “You’re worth showing off.”
And under the flickering neon, with laughter fading in the distance, you realized that for once, he wasn’t running from connection — he was standing right next to it.
