143 MPH

goin' 90 in the rain

The colour violet ; Tory Lanez (0:58)

"Angel, move your hips forward for me please."

Felix said as he gripped onto Jeongin's waist and pushed it forward, moving the boy further infront on the bike seat. Jeongin shivering from the unexpected sensation of his crush's warm hands on his exposed hips, courtesy of the unbelievably low waisted skirt he had on. Felix then threw his leg over the seat and hopped onto his own race bike, now seated behind Jeongin.

Simple explanation really, they got bored after they finished the pack of penguin gummies. Jeongin then suggested to play 20 questions to fill their time, in which the game ended only at the second question.
Felix had asked if Jeongin could drive a car or ride a bike and Jeongin answered no to both. Felix's eyes had sparkled when he heard Jeongin's answer, he stood up and got to work immediately saying he'll teach Jeongin how to ride. Ride a race bike that is.
For now.

Now, Felix was seated behind Jeongin, his hands gripping tightly onto Jeongin's waist, both to guide him and also for the fear of falling off incase Jeongin fucks up. His body pressed against Jeongin's back as Jeongin leaned forward, both hands on the bike handles. Felix turned the key inserted in the bike, lighting the ignition. His warm hands now overlapping Jeongin's on the bike handle, both arms trapping the boy in between.

"Do you trust me, angel?"

Jeongin nodded hesitantly, feeling fear and anxiety course through his veins. You see, these street racers didn't really have a thing for safety. In fact, they be living like they've got nine lives, and if that was really the case, he was sure Felix was down to only 2 lives with how reckless he was. Jeongin's only protection was Felix's helmet and leather jacket. Everything else? Exposed. Thighs and ass? Free for Jeongin to feel the wind given that he needed to straddle the seat yet was wearing a fucking miniskirt. Felix back there had zero protection. Helmet gone, now on Jeongin's head instead. Arms fully exposed as he was wearing a black wife beater, and had given his jacket to Jeongin as well. He didn't care though. #YOLO the boy says. No literally. He said it. Out loud. He even made that hashtag sign with his hands. Strange, but Jeongin liked strange.

"Ease off the clutch slowly," Felix says, and Jeongin feels the bike inch forward. The wind tickles his skin, and he grips the handlebars tighter, trying to keep his composure. With every subtle movement, Felix offers gentle encouragement, helping Jeongin find the rhythm of the engine and the road.

As the motorcycle glides slowly along the open space, Jeongin's nervousness begins to transform into exhilaration. The scenery blurs past, and the world seems both distant and immediate. Felix's voice in Jeongin's ear is a lifeline, guiding him through turns and maneuvers, his touch offering reassurance.

"Relax angel, I won't let anything happen to you."
Felix uttered behind Jeongin when he felt the other boys body tense harshly when the bike started moving, even if it was slow.  Too slow. This was eating at Felix, come on, he was a racer. It was in his blood to speed past everything like it was second nature.

Jeongin gripped this handles tighter as Felix words swirled in his mind, making his thoughts blurry and vision unclear. Just a reminder, Jeongin still had a massive crush on Felix, and he was literally riding a bike with him. Their bodies so close together all Jeongin could feel was Felix's warmth. The feeling of Felix gripping onto his hands to drive the bike also made him giddy, but he is confident he wouldn't rather be in this situation with anyone else.

Soon with a triumphant rev Felix took the lead instead, muttering to Jeongin that they were 'on a race bike and it was a crime to go this slow', or something along the lines of that.  And they zoomed forward. Jeongin's screams of half-terror, half-exhilaration trailing behind him like a flag. The wind whips through his exposed thighs, and he wonders if he had made a deal with a speed demon.

"Lean into the turns!" Felix shouts over the wind, guiding Jeongin's body that was trapped between his arms through swerves and loops that feel like roller coaster drops.

"I'm leaning so hard, I'm practically horizontal!" Jeongin yell back, hanging on for dear life. His grip on the handles were so tight he was scared it would implode. Felix, noticing this, glided his thumb over Jeongin's knuckles repeatedly, hoping it would calm the pink haired boy down. Even with all that, Felix was still able to control the speed of the bike and focus on the road showing how he was truly experienced in riding his metal monster. The two continued down the empty highways, Jeongin clueless as to where they were headed since Felix was leading.

Instead, Jeongin took the time to admire the quiet 4am world around him. There was something so magical about being up when the world is still half-asleep, and both boys felt it. It was as though they were the only two people that existed in the world. Jeongin let a tiny sigh escape his pink-stained lips, feeling a warm sensation spread in his chest. He was so glad Felix had let down his walls. Even if it was a little, it was still a start. Jeongin was glad that he was given the chance to spend all this time with someone he was dying to learn more about. He ended up lost in his thoughts while Felix drove the bike the entire time. Although both their hands were on the handles, let's all admit that Jeongin wasn't really of much help.

Jeongin was only slapped out of his thoughts when his thighs felt damp. He looked up, and just as he suspected, water droplets landed on the visor of the helmet he had on. His thoughts started racing faster than the bike he was on, worried for the boy behind him who was exposed to all the worldly elements. Felix didn't have a jacket or a helmet on and Jeongin didn't want him to fall sick because of it.

"Lix turn back, you're gonna fall sick!"
Jeongin's request to make their way back to the warehouse was miserably ignored, but only because he didn't know what Felix had planned.

Felix revved the engine again before speeding up, faster than he was already going. Jeongin's breath caught in his chest, feeling an unhealthy amount of fear and adrenaline course through him. Sure, he trusted Felix, and he knows the boy was very experienced and skilled, but it didn't mean he would be any less scared since it was his first time on a race bike. Hell it was his first time on anything other than the bus or Chan's car. Jeongin opted to keep his eyes close as he felt the rain fall harder and harder on the skin of his exposed legs. He was really concerned for Felix. His hair must be dripping wet and his body must be cold and shivering. But everything Jeongin said or did to make Felix turn back to the warehouse, Felix had ignored, only keeping a steady yet fast pace on the road.

After 10 minutes of racing against nothing but the rain and wind, Felix brought the race bike to a stop under the shelter of a parking lot. Both boys were now soaked in rain, Felix more wet than Jeongin of course. Felix got off the bike first after parking it. He then helped Jeongin remove the helmet off his head, before raking his hands through his own blue and black rain-soaked hair. Felix then took a rubber band from his pocket and tied his hair half up-half down into a bun. Jeongin was seated on the race bike the entire time, watching as Felix got more and more attractive with each second.

"Where are we, Felix?"

"My place, angel."