"Drive me like you drive your car. Crazily."
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In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under tha...
"Helmet." "Check! Let's go!!!" I exclaim, walking in circles around Jungkook who emotionlessly stares at his phone with a checklist on it.
Suddenly tripping on my feet I flee towards his broad chest, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor. I clutch his shirt with scrunched eyes, my thoughts hazed by skinship.
These days I have this force of attraction towards his chest and end up with my face planted there.
Fuck my karma- my manifestations do work. I just keep asking for the wrong thing at the wrong time.
With a frustrated sigh, I breathe onto his shirt, grabbing his shoulder blades and trying to hold myself up.
"Y/n..." he starts, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. His hand looms around my waist as he tosses me on the edge of the bed like a coin tossed into the wishing fountain.
My face heats up, I try looking away. My eyes trail back to him when he crouches down in front of me.
I looked away when he glanced my way from the gaps in his eyelashes. Never letting out orbs lock together again.
"You didn't tie your shoe dimwit." He hisses, pulling my leg forward earning a yelp.
"I never learnt." I sheepishly confess, his shock visible in the orbs of his glinting eyes.
Tying the lace in a cute bow, he clears his throat looking ahead, ignoring my curious gaze, "Thanks." I smile genuinely.
"You wore your good luck socks." I nudge him with a teasing tone, his toothy grin in view as he shyly nods. For the first time, I noticed a small mole under his lip, the lip-biting making the cute dot on his skin visible.
My finger tingles with the desire to touch it but I force myself to grab his hand with frustration, feeling my heartbeat rapidly.
I inhale, "don't be nervous."
"Is it that visible?" He rolls his eyes, pulls me to my feet, walking out of our room.
"Maybe, maybe not," I reply, looking forward to my first race. My purpose for being here. To prove where I belong.
I grabbed Jungkook's hand, locked the door behind me, and walked past other racers, reaching our pits which were bustling with trainees, racers, reporters, and cameramen all over the place. Placing my hand on his one last time I barely squeezed it, nodding.
"Oh-ho-ho, did we interrupt something important?" Jimin comes over with the rest of the gang following, Hobi circling his arm around me.
"Seems like the sugar mallows worked." He whispers, I wink at him shooting finger guns, giggling at the success.
"I knew that bitch was easy to bribe with cereal." Namjoon towers over, smiling with a snort.
"Are you guys taking her side now?!" Jungkook defends himself, at the quirky group huddling together around me. They nod in unison. "Don't tell me you revealed my favourite cereal to her!" He whines, meeting my awkward smile that stretches further with the eyebrows. They nod again, together. Silently celebrating with high-fives at the back.
"Argh-" He walks away, hands digging deep in his pocket.
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Hopefully, they didn't see my smile, or else I would never hear the end of it.
I walk towards my black Volkswagen, crouching to check over the tires. A helmet drops, causing me to jump as I turn around, hitting my calf against the tires.
"And what entertainment are you here for?!" I grimace when the blue-eyed jerk runs his scrawny fingers on the bonnet of my car.
"I just came here to warn my old friend," His friends snickered. "Leave, Alex." My jaw tightened slightly.
"Are you going to support the girl who is waiting for the perfect chance to outrace you? Who will innocently overtake you in front of your eyes?"
I stopped thinking. His words sink in.
An unspoken communication between eyes brought me back to reality. I slowly gaze upon Hyung talking with y/n, having the brightest smile they could muster up. That's just who they are. Maybe meeting y/n made me forget who I am. What I am here for.
I promised someone I would win this race.
"Think over this rookie, she is sly like a fox." He pats my shoulder taking his leave with his groupies.
Alex's words settle down in my brain, a surge of anxiety rushing. Suddenly making a choice feels hard.
'Are you going to support the girl who will outrace you?' 'Open your eyes.' 'Her smile is fake.' 'Her words are fake.' 'She is fake.'
"I am sorry Y/n, but screw you," I murmur at last. Finally breaking my eyes away from her soundly laughter.
