Heartbeat (Im Nayeon X Male Reader)

Egypt

Perspective: (y/n)

"Would you explain it to me again, please?"
I'm currently sitting in the back of my client's new car. Mike is right beside me. I still can't believe what he told me earlier in the warehouse.
He wants to recruit me as a driver. But not a taxi driver or something. A fast driver. A motorsport driver. A formula One driver!
At first I didn't believe him. I mean who would? After he showed me his ID I started to realize that he wasn't joking. It said that he is a member of the Williams Racing Team. Then he gave me a contract. A contract which would make me a formula One driver. It was for one season. Of course I can't expect more since I haven't even driven yet.
BUT I'M GONNA BE IN FORMULA 1!

That's why I'm asking myself for the 13th time now if this is a dream or not.
"You will be our driver for one season. After that you can either leave, or we renew the contract. It can be terminated earlier, if both sides agree."
I keep nodding while he talks.
"The season is going to start in four months. Until then you need some training. I know you are an excellent driver, but I'm sure you are going to need to practice, since you never drove in a f1 car. Right?"
I keeps nodding.
"The problem is, that you are a car thief. That means you can't roam around this country freely right now. That's why I decided that you are going to practice somewhere else. That way no one will recognize you."
"Where?"
"My home country. Egypt."
I raise my eyebrow slightly. I'm not really surprised since his accent already gave away that he wasn't from here. I still can't believe this. I'm going to Egypt to be an f1 driver!
As I check the contract one again, I see a box, which I need to fill.
"What's that for?"
"Your driver number. It's gonna be your own number."
He winks at me.
"Choose carefully."
"How about the number 13?"
"Are you crazy? You know that no one wants that number right? Everyone is superstitious if it comes to 13."
"That's exactly what I want."
Mike gives me a pen and I write the 13 into the box.
Everyone thinks it's a number for bad luck. I'm going to prove them otherwise.

After taking another turn, I can see the airport ahead.
"Before we board the plane, we have to go somewhere else. There is somebody who wants to see you."
I get a bit nervous about who it could be, but nothing can destroy my good mood now.
Once we enter, Mike leads the way, while I walk behind him. Reaching a door, he enters after knocking.
Inside the room is only a table and a few chairs. On one of them sits a man.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jost Capito."
The head of the Williams Racing Team!
"Nice to meet you as well."
I extend my hand across the table for him to shake.
"I'm sure you know that this isn't the usual way how f1 drivers make it into f1. But Mike here saw you driving a few times. We also saw tapes of your kart racing back in Korea. I must say you seem really talented. That's why we want you on the team."
He keeps talking for half an hour until Mike interrupts him.
"The plane is going to take off soon."
"Right! Well, have a nice flight you guys. I hope your practice goes well. Since we have four months left you have time to train. You will use the car from last season. I expect you to be ready for Pre-season testing."

Waking up, I look out of the window. While flying over the pyramids, the pilot tells us we are going to land soon.
Once we get through the security, Mike leads me to the parking lot, where a man waits for us. He stands in front of a van and opens it when he sees us. After introducing him, Mike takes the passenger seat, while I get comfortable in the back.
"Did you get enough sleep on the flight?"
"Yes."
"Great. We are going to drive to the hotel and start your practice tomorrow morning."
"Wait."
He turns around. An idea pops into my head.
"What?"
"I could do some practice right now."
"It's 11pm. It's the middle of the night. You can't practice now. The crew is already sleeping."
"You can drive on the track with carts as a tourist right?"
Mike nods.
"Let me do a few laps. I know it's gonna take a while, it's late and a cart isn't the same as a race car. But at least I will get back into the feeling off racing, before we start tomorrow."
He sighs.
"Fine. But I have to tell you, that you are way to motivated for my taste."
When he smiles, I smile back.
" I just want to do well."