Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Seori

As I finished blow-drying Jungwon's hair, I reached for a comb, intending to smooth out any stray strands. Leaning forward over his shoulder, I focused on the task at hand, gently running the comb through his hair.

Glancing down, I noticed that Jungwon's eyes were closed, his expression relaxed. A soft smile played on his lips, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had dozed off during the head massage I had given him.

"Hey, are you sleeping?" I asked, a teasing lilt in my voice as I continued to comb through his hair.

Jungwon's eyes fluttered open at my question, and he chuckled softly. "No, just enjoying the moment," he replied, his voice warm and sincere.

I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for the man sitting in front of me. Despite the tough exterior he often presented to the world, there was a vulnerability to him that I found endearing. In moments like these, when he let his guard down and allowed himself to simply be, I felt a deeper connection forming between us.

"Good," I murmured, my voice soft as I continued to comb through his hair. "Because I'm not done pampering you yet."

Jungwon chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I can get used to this," he remarked, his tone teasing.

As I finished combing through his hair, I leaned back, admiring my handiwork. Jungwon's hair looked neat and well-groomed, a testament to my efforts. In that moment, as we sat together in the quiet intimacy of the racing house, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.

As I continued to pamper Jungwon, running a hand through his hair and smoothing out any stray strands, he glanced at me with a curious expression.

"Why are you making me look good before going to sleep?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I shrugged playfully. "Well, you have to be relaxed and good-looking for your future street races, don't you?" I replied, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

Jungwon chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I guess I can't argue with that logic," he conceded, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I grinned, satisfied with my handiwork, and settled back onto the bed beside him. The warmth of his presence filled the room, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

"So, when's your next race?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us.

Jungwon glanced at the clock on the bedside table before replying. "Next Saturday. You can come if you want," he offered, his tone casual but inviting.

I smiled at the invitation, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of attending one of Jungwon's street races. "I'd love to," I replied, my voice filled with enthusiasm.

With that settled, we both settled into bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Jungwon reached over and turned off the light, plunging us into darkness.

In the quiet of the room we talked, our conversation flowing easily as we shared stories and secrets. As the minutes ticked by, I felt myself growing drowsy, the events of the day catching up with me.

Closing my eyes, I shifted to get comfortable, my back facing Jungwon. But before I could drift off to sleep, I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His breath tickled the back of my neck as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

A small giggle escaped my lips at the sensation, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the intimacy of the moment. In Jungwon's arms, I felt safe and cherished, the worries of the day fading away as sleep claimed me.