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Warnings: None Word Count: 2.7k Paring: Lee Heeseung x Reader
The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and adrenaline, the hum of motorcycle engines filling the alleyway. (Name) stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as Heeseung leaned against his bike, a confident grin on his face. He looked like he belonged there—cool, collected, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on her. His grin softened, and he pushed off the bike, making his way over to her with a casual swagger.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice low and smooth. "Didn't think you'd make it tonight."
"I told you I'd be here," she replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the rapid beating of her heart. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Heeseung's grin widened, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Glad to hear it. I like having you around, you know."
A blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked away, trying to hide her smile. "Yeah, well, someone's got to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You know me too well."
She smiled, but there was an underlying tension in her chest. She had been coming to these races for weeks now, watching Heeseung push himself to the limit, flirting with danger at every turn. She knew how much he loved it—the thrill, the speed, the competition—but it scared her. She couldn't help but worry every time he got on that bike, her heart in her throat until he crossed the finish line.
"I do know you," she replied softly, her eyes meeting his. "And that's what scares me."
Heeseung's smile faltered, and he took a step closer, his expression turning serious. "Hey, I'm careful," he said, his voice gentle. "I promise."
"I know," she whispered, her fingers twisting together nervously. "But it doesn't make it any easier."
Heeseung reached out, taking her hands in his, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over her knuckles. "I don't want you to worry about me," he murmured. "I want you to trust me. Can you do that?" She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his. "I'll try," she finally said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. Her words were sincere, but her heart was still heavy with uncertainty. She wanted to trust him, to believe that he would always come out of these races unscathed, but the fear lingered.
"Good," Heeseung replied, his grip tightening on her hands as if to reassure her. "Because I've got something planned for us after the race. Something special."
She raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Special? Are you going to give me a hint, or do I have to wait?"
His grin returned, the playful spark she was so familiar with lighting up his features. "You'll just have to be patient," he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But I promise, you're going to love it."
