「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」
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Lily sighed, the sound h...
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It was supposed to be a quiet moment.
Some drivers were tucked in corners with their girlfriends, others tapping their knees with AirPods in. Somewhere in the VIP paddock lounge-that sleek air-conditioned haven with fruit-infused water and white leather couches no one ever sat on properly-two men were silently trying to commit murder. With their eyes.
Ni-ki sat on a sleek, minimalist couch like he owned not just the lounge, but the entire circuit. His long legs were spread wide, a picture of arrogant ease, one arm thrown across the backrest like a king surveying his kingdom, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.
Across from him,Sunghoon leaned against the pristine white wall, arms crossed over his chest, his face a mask of practiced indifference. But his eyes... his eyes, usually cool and composed, burned with something close to pure, unadulterated loathing as they bore into Ni-ki.
Between them, perched on a low, impossibly expensive pouf, sat Jake.
The only person brave (dumb) enough to be the neutral party, the referee in this war.
He sipped his bright green protein shake like it was fine Earl Grey tea, his gaze darting between the two drivers.
"Okay," Jake finally said, smacking his lips with a theatrical flourish, breaking the heavy silence. "Since nobody's gonna say it, I will. Ni-ki... are you actually dating Liliana Visconti?" His voice, cheerful and entirely too loud for the tension, cut through the air.
Ni-ki didn't even glance at him. His eyes remained locked on Sunghoon. He just gave a slow, deliberate nod. The kind of nod you give when you're intentionally dragging your rival's heart through mud.
Sunghoon's jaw tightened, the muscle ticking once, sharp and clean, a tell-tale sign of barely controlled fury.
"That's good," Sunghoon said, his voice deceptively cool, a thin sheet of ice over a roaring fire. "I was worried you were still stuck on my girlfriend."
Ni-ki didn't even blink. His expression remained utterly flat, unreadable. "And I thought you weren't the type to care about mine," he countered, the words a quiet, razor-sharp edge.
Jake, mid-sip, choked on his protein shake, a muffled, watery gasp escaping him. He buried his face in his elbow, shaking with silent laughter.
Sunghoon's left brow arched, a single, elegant question mark. "Which one? You've collected quite a few, haven't you?"
The implication was clear: Ni-ki was a player, Lily just another notch.
Ni-ki tilted his head, his expression still carefully blank. "The one you stepped on over and over again, only to realize someone else wanted her." The words landed with the precision of a perfectly timed pit stop, a direct hit.