street racing [j.wooyoung]

eighteen

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wooyoung

After tying her up, I started to ride to the exit of Changwon, a few hundred meters away.

I could not imagine that the ride could be so nauseating and nightmarish. My chest remained compressed despite the silent rocking of the heater. She still hadn't woken up and her skin was still cold.

— Adjana, I whispered regularly.

Hope saved my throat from sobbing, and yet there was no need. Her rib cage was struggling to rise, but I couldn't afford to stop. The cops were lurking around with the certainty of getting their hands on me. Jongho was silent, not a word or a question had passed his lips except for locating the next roundabout to the highway, because I still had to get back to the fucking parking lot at the entrance of Busan.

I breathed out for a long time, my eyes going back and forth between the tarmac clearly lit by my lights and her head stranded against the window. With each new glance, I examined her down to the smallest details, like that morning, on the restaurant terrace before the first race. Except that this evening, I was afraid to see a scratch, a trickle of blood suddenly fleeing by painting her temple.

Fate was making me suffer for which I had hardly asked to be responsible.

— Yeosang.

— Uh, yes?

— Try to find San's car. It's a red Mitsubishi fto.

— I'm looking, he informed me while typing on his keyboard.

I couldn't describe the silence we were feeding on. It had a rather melancholic sapidity, almost wet and ready to furrow our cheeks. This emptiness deepened that paradox that Jongho's cretinities used to extinguish. It was confusing.

— He's a mile behind you.

My shoulders lightened. In addition to saving us, he had managed to duck out from under the peddling gaze of the truckers.
Relieved, my eyelids slowly closed as my right hand slid with a jolt against Adjana's thigh. My Adam's apple quivered. It was inviting me to embrace it, to hold it lovingly until the end of the night. I wanted her to know that everything was okay and that there was no need to worry because I was there.

— Adjana," I whispered wearily, my retina fixed on the horizon until it burned.

I had some hair in front of my eyes. In spite of the smoke and the gasoline which had lacerated my lungs, they seemed to have spared her soft female envelope. She was perfuming my cabin, bringing back sweet memories of those sovereign minutes running with the rain under the neon glow of the gas station.

Nevertheless, the more my BM advanced, the more I filled myself with questions about her. I also realized that that familiar smell that had rubbed my blood in the McLauren was none other than hers. In the end, she was far from being that sweet candy you were afraid to bite into, let alone an undercover agent.

In fact, I hardly knew her at all.

The rubbing of her leather jacket suddenly caught my attention.

— Mmh. Her body shook slightly before her voice broke my eardrums weakly. Woo...young?

— Adjana! I had only said her name, but I was already out of breath, as if the worry that was eating away at me from the inside had blocked my breathing without me realizing it. Hey, can you hear me?!

I wasn't even paying attention to the road anymore, I preferred to make sure her eyes didn't close.

— Don't close your eyes, stay with me.

— Woo, watch the road," Jongho scolded.

— Mmh. A glance towards the par-prise and then my gaze was again hanging on her drowsy face. Adjana.

My tone seemed to have surprised her, but I was so worried that there was no way she would go back to sleep.

In what seemed like a laborious effort, her eyelids opened further before her glassy pupils peered out at me with difficulty.

My feet gradually pushed down the brake pedal, I found myself driving at five kilometers an hour. As if everything was possible.

My fingers slipped to hers before I gently wrapped them around.

— Cops car five kilometers behind you Wooyoung.

I swallowed as I scanned the tar once more and then some buildings in the distance. Her hand shyly tickled mine. My head turned to the right.

Her lips fell away, she was going to speak but there was no way she would try so hard.

— Don't waste your energy on words, just squeeze my hand to answer me. Once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?

She gave my fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go.

— Hey! A sigh escaped me, I was forced to stop. Adjana. With the handbrake on, my body leaned into hers before I took her cheeks between the palms of my hands. I know it's difficult, but you have to find the strength to stay awake, I'm sure you can. My eyes caressed hers. She had a few blond locks in disorder and her cheekbones were a little blackened. A grin had the audacity to implant itself in the corner of my mouth. Otherwise you would never have put my urban legend title in jeopardy.

A thin smile finally lit up her face and encouraged me to kiss her forehead.

— Take my hand, don't let it go. Never again. Do you understand?

She exerted a pressure. I took the road again, my heart a little more relieved, even if it wasn't for long.

We arrived at the roundabout that Jongho had indicated to me.

— Hey, I'm at the roundabout.

— Good. Take the second exit.

— Wooyoung, her sweet scratchy voice broke my heart, t-the race...

— I know. We'll cross the line together.

She seemed surprised by my sentence, but it was obvious to me. Even though I had formidable opponents and it would be an honor to compete for first place in the final with one of them, my mind told me that it had to be her and no one else.

Maybe lightning had struck too hard that night when we had desperately eaten our mouths after Yeongwol's race. I had been afraid that she would not hear from me again, but in reality her tongue was so hurtful to touch because she had seen me near death.
She had been afraid of losing me too.

Her thoughts must have been soaked with anguish. I almost had tears in my eyes. She had a strong heart. She had saved my life and today I was returning the favor.

I probably wouldn't have reacted this way in a different context. Maybe I would have been more annoyed, offended or on the contrary, thirsty and excited that her little piece of woman dared to lead a double affront on the ground of love and passion. Even if I believe that I was already.

She deserved her place at my side. We deserved to confront each other respectfully, because we had shat and despite the storms, I had promised her what was in the infinite.

So I came back one last time in the silence of the present moment. No doubt she expected me to be angry with her, but I was not resentful. Then she must have had her reasons that I hoped she would explain to me.

— Two people win or lose, just as two people love or hate each other. There is no other choice, Adjana.

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Love with two pieces :)

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