Heartbeat (Im Nayeon X Male Reader)

Jeddah

Perspective: (y/n)

One hour. The meeting started one hour ago. At first, I thought about not going. But I was afraid that it would make the situation even worse. I was able to avoid most of the reporters, who asked for interviews, but some did catch me.
I kept my answers even shorter than usual. The only words I spoke during the three interviews were "Yes", " No", "No comment" and "Let's see".
All the reporters looked at me weirdly and I'm sure the people who will watch the interviews will look at me the same way, but honestly, I don't really care.
They all know, that I don't talk a lot. Today, my brakes were pretty much not existent, until they caught fire. And I fucked up the chance of eight place.
What did they expect?
"(Y/n)."
I look at Jody. The technical director of our team.
"Do you have anything to add?"
I keep my mouth shut, as I just look back at him.
"I think we have gone over this a couple of times now."
Mike turns their attention towards him.
He knows that I won't be saying a word.
"We all know, that (y/n) would have taken home some points today, if he would have cooled the brakes. But he didn't. And we had to retire the car. It pains me just as much as you guys, but (y/n) is a race car driver. He is a risk taker. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be sitting here."
I agree with Mike in silence. Sometimes I'm a little bit too stubborn, but I do admit, that I would have been able to limit the damage, if I would have gone slower.
"The biggest problem here are the brakes. You can't expect (y/n) to finish in a high position, without working brakes. If we can't fix this, we won't be scoring much points this season."
Jody nods.
"You are right, Mike. We will do everything possible, to make the car better until we arrive in Jeddah."

"Stop doing this to yourself."
Mike takes the remote control of the tv in my hotel room and turns it off.
First, I watched the end of the interviews and all, after we got back from the meeting. Afterwards, following my routine, I watched the race again and again.
I fall into a dark whole, everytime I drive a race like this. It happened after Monaco, too. I know that I could have done better. And I hate myself for not doing the right thing. Going slower, cooling the brakes. It would have been the right thing.
"You know, you can't let this get to you. I'm positive, that you will ace the next race."
Thinking about Jeddah, I'm reminded of last year. It was my second race in formula One. It wasn't a very good race, but I was able to get from last place almost into the midfield.
The ringtone of my phone, pulls me out of my memories. I quickly check who is calling.
🐰Bunny🐰
I stare at the screen, until it turns black again.
I feel horrible, not taking Nayeon's calls, but I can't talk to her right now. I can talk to no one.
Out of impulse, I get up and walk to the bedroom. Mike watches me, as I come out a couple of seconds later.
"Where are you going?"
"For a run."
These are the first words I have spoken, since I thanked him for talking for me, after the meeting.
"Don't stay out for too long."
I put on my shoes and leave the room.
Mike knows me better, than asking if he should come or not. I really appreciate, that he is giving me space.

Perspective: Nayeon

"He is still not answering my calls."
I let my phone fall onto the sofa I'm sitting on. It has been days after the race in Bahrain already. I get that (y/n) isn't a very talk active person and he is in a bad mood right now. But it's me. I'm his girlfriend. When he isn't talking to anyone, he should still be talking to me.
"Come on, Nayeon. Don't take it personally."
Jihyo sits down next to me, starting to watch a k-drama.
"You know him. And if you are his girlfriend, he will talk to you sooner or later."
"I am his girlfriend."
I hear my angry tone, as I cross my arms.
Jihyo rolls her eyes.
"You know what I mean. Trust me. I had a boyfriend before. Remember?"
I shrug my shoulders in defeat.
I do know how it is. And I also know, that I shouldn't take it personally. But it still makes me feel bad.
He is halfway around the world and I'm not able to comfort him, while he is in a tough situation.
I know how hard it is, when everyone looks at you. Expecting your performance to be flawless. To a degree, I enjoy watching (y/n) interviews. It makes me kinda jealous. I wish I could be able to just show it, when I'm not in the right mood. But, if the only thing I would say is "Hello", during a seven minute interview, JYP would kill me.

Perspective: Gahyeon

"And after a great day during qualifying yesterday, (y/n) Lee doesn't make it to the finish line, for a second time. What do you think about that?"
I groan, as I rest my chin on the table.
"Of course we could blame his brakes during the race in Bahrain. But tonight?"
I see the reporter shaking his head.
"This one was all (y/n). Let's have another look."
Clenching my fist, I can't do anything else, than watch the replay of my brother's crash. He hit the wall really hard. I still flinch, everytime I see the pieces of his car flying through the air.
"Although I'm glad that he is okay, it is safe to say that (y/n) is having a bad start to this season."
"That is definitely true. Do you think the people at AlphaTauri are regretting their decision?"
I slam my fist on the table. Why are they so rude?
I'm usually a really calm person, but everytime, someone talks bad about my brother, I only see red.
"Calm down, Gahyeon."
Siyeon unnie walks up behind me.
"I'm sure he will recover from this soon."
I hesitantly nod, but when I hear the next question, I feel my blood boiling again.
"A few people online think, that (y/n) Lee's third place in Japan was just beginners luck. And that the wet made it easier for him. What is your opinion on that?"
Siyeon has to stop me from throwing my phone against the window.
I'm unable to listen anymore.
I clench my teeth, as Siyeon holds onto me.