street racing [j.wooyoung]

seven

|| 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 ||

wooyoung

I observed her straightening up with an air of nothing. Her hand pushed back, on her hair, some imaginary locks before touching, in a gesture which seemed to be a reflex, the ponytail which was running down her spine.

It was at this moment that my eyes had perceived her tattoo which seemed to run from her nape of the neck to the bottom of her back.

Her hand littered the ground before she faced me with an air of certainty.

— You dropped it," she said, handing me my cap.

— So come and put it on me.

I had noticed her confusion in the irregularity of her ribcage lifting, but she didn't let herself be impressed.

Her feet approached timidly until a small distance separated us. She hesitated at first, then awkwardly stood on her toes. I couldn't help detailing her hips, finely undulated in the fabric of her work clothes. I wanted to take them in my hands, to show her that a second person at her side could bring her stability, a certain comfort.

— C-Can you..., she moistened the coquettish cover of her lips in a breath, bewildered, stop looking at me like that and help me put it back on.

A soft smile tickled me.

Naughty girl was gone.

Looking into her pleading eyes one last time, I took her waist with the delicacy of a candy. My upper body tilted slightly, our faces almost together. I could feel her breath whispering sweet nothings on my mouth.

Her fingers brushed sensually over the back of my head before she screwed my cap on my ebony hair. She backed away slowly, my hands slipped reluctantly, a moan escaped her. It was discreet, almost inaudible, but the few centimeters which embraced us had not been enough to erase it.

She turned nervously then left hastily towards the case.

A shiver ran down my spine, I suddenly regained consciousness.

I had lost control.

I had lost my way and gotten carried away, just like driving that night. My guard had dropped to its knees and my character had been laid low.

With my attention once again riveted to my shopping cart, I added seven bags of chips.

Despite this pleasurable temptation that whispered in my eyes to go back and admire her figure, I would not give in, I could not. I had to concentrate on the shopping for tonight, if I had the misfortune to forget something on Jongho's list, I could say goodbye to my beautiful face.

I got lost in the deodorants, I couldn't find mine. This part was barely a quarter of the shelf, yet there were enough versions to build a tide of stench.

A bloody sigh came from my lips before the spray I was desperately searching for miraculously appeared in front of me, dangling between her fingers.

[...]
Seoul
Service station
5:48 pm

???

I rushed to the back of the store, my cheekbones feverish.

By what means ?

What had happened, where had I not been vigilant enough? Where was the crack in which he had slipped his eye that had observed me in such an impudent way ?

Why had my heart also approached this breach ?

My hands were trembling slightly.
No, it was only attraction. He had this glow in his eyes, the same as Saturday night, when I had passed him by effortlessly. This amativity had just spread through me like a virus.

There was no other explanation I could think of.

On the one hand, I was reassured by this altercation, I had from now on the certainty that he had not put his finger on my identity.

At least, as a pilot.

I was unknown to street racing, I had only participated in races in my small neighborhood in the south of the country, where it all started for this illegal practice. Women were not welcome there, I had often been spat on, literally. But I had never let myself be tricked. I had learned, drove, despised and then fallen. The floor had washed my mouth out before I climbed back up the ladder, crushed them all one by one.

That I proudly humiliate them by giving them back their money.

And then I would go on to bigger events. It was then that I became more discreet, I erased myself and my sex.

I had decided to haunt the circuits, because I had only one goal; the first place. I had to prove to my father that being an assassin didn't run in my family, it wasn't for me.
The blood I had spilled had sworn to him that my name would be the most chewed up, feared and coveted.

However I had to reach the top, dared to touch your legendary title then,

at last,

make you fall.

Jung Woo-Young.

But I had the painful feeling that everything would not go according to my plans, that our hearts would also be in the game.

-----------

OMG

The serious stuff is starting, I'm starving.

ATEEZ come back soon we don't forget <3

First POV of our mysterious young lady, I hope you enjoyed it? Or that you were a little bit intrigued or liked her? Tell me 👀

Next chapter early next week :)

Have a nice day ♡