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published december 31, 2024. 7372 words happy new year! au yuna pov.
"Do you like it when I go fast?" she asks, her voice firm with a gaze of a hawk's and the question layered with double meaning. Our eyes meet briefly, but I quickly twist away to avoid challenging her.
When we hit 100 mph on the highway, I feel my heart pound in my temple, thrill and fear in my veins. We are not only reckless, but we are also obnoxious.
I glance down at my lap with a feeling she'll disapprove of my response. "Um, I don't know." In my head, I'm like, "Holy shit. Are we going to crash?"
As I anticipated, she presses down on the gas, the car's frame vibrating under the force of her fiery need to accelerate. It's so much that the exhaust roars and crackles with sharp pops as we speed.
That's Shin Ryujin, the charmer in the driver's seat. My mom swoons over her and especially favors how wealthy her family is, but my dad sees her as a bad influence, the total opposite of what he'd want for me. And personally, I'm not sure. I think she likes me but talking to her is difficult.
She's like a feral beast in the wild, and I still can't tame her with the amount of treats I've given her. But she has sort of gotten used to me.
One night out, we wandered into one of those high-end stores, just browsing through the prized items I had never seen before. To my surprise, Ryujin bought me a necklace and casually told me to "show it off," her generosity biting my ear.
That's when it hit me—she has more than just a Maybach.
She clasped the necklace around me and I couldn't help but insist she stop with the suggestions of others; it was more than anyone had ever done for me. The sheer price left me speechless and she's still generous! It was like it hadn't fazed her at all. I remember her cute face was as composed as her account—I imagine.
I can't be saved from any embarrassment because she's all I have tonight. The thought of sitting face-to-face with her over dinner makes me uneasy. I wanted to get to know her better, to actually enjoy her company, but every time I tried, I got nervous.
With ego carrying her expressions, perhaps she has never had any discipline. But she's undoubtedly kind-hearted to me.
Tonight, she was taking me to a nice restaurant, a place way across town. At this speed, we'd be there in minutes.
To distract myself from these ragged thoughts, I turn my focus to the window, admiring the simple downtown lights. I notice we're really in the middle of the city this time. I start to wonder if she's taking us somewhere even more upscale or pricey. I can confidently say there's a chance we are.
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I'm pretty sure we're in her Bentley; I just wasn't sure of the model. It felt like an entirely normal car, but it was lightning quick. And being in this car with her gives me weird vibes, like everything feels off.
