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With one final huff, Junhui dropped the last box into his new apartment. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked around the room that was drowning in boxes. His smile slipped when he thought about unpacking everything. Figuring he'd just unpack what was needed for the night, Junhui collapsed on the floor.

Wiping his face, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to a certain someone who was back in China.

"And the next car pulls into the stop! Who do we have here?" The announcer's voice spoke out from the speakers. Junhui felt a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He had placed a lot of money on the next racer, so he better win. Walking onto the race track, he rapped his knuckles against the race car. The window rolled down enough to see the racers eyes.

"You better win, yeah?"

The racer smirked as the window rolled down all the way, "Of course"

Junhui scanned the racer and was pleasantly surprised to find him attractive. But it was his eyes that captivated him. The racer gave him an amused smile, as if he knew what effect he had on the other. Giving a small wave, he pulled into the starting lanes, leaving Junhui to stare after him.

And that was how their first meeting went. Junhui smiled slightly, wondering what the racer was doing right now.

As fate would have it, the racer ended up losing, not that Junhui minded. Of course, he resented the fact that he lost hundreds of dollars in the process. Leaning against a light pole, Junhui waited until the racer came out of the officials building. As the crowds cleared, he finally caught sight of his bright silver hair.

"So why didn't you win?" Junhui asked casually, walking in step with the glowering racer.

"He played dirty," He replied. Junhui barked out a laugh.

"This is an underground race, of course there is going to dirty play"

If anything, the racer started to pout even more.

"So what are you going to do about my lost money?" Junhui ventured, smirk taking over his face.

"Look, it's not my fault you bet money on me" the racer growled out, spinning to face him. Junhui raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I got it, relax" Junhui tried, laughter clear in his voice. He could tell it was starting to annoy the other. "So, why don't you go to dinner with me? In return for losing the race"

The other stopped walking, his shoulders visibly sagging. Junhui smiled, already knowing that he could fall for the man. This racer was just too cute to resist!

"...Fine"

A fond smile grew on Junhui's lips as he remembered their first date. Of course, it was a disaster as Junhui forgot he had no money; leaving them to sneak out the restaurant without paying.

"How could you be so stupid?" Minghao accused as they ducked behind tables on their way out of the fancy restaurant. Junhui wanted to laugh; the feeling that they could get caught at any time was so thrilling...it had him on an adrenaline rush.

"Hey!" someone yelled at them. Whipping his head around, he saw management coming right for them. Minghao immediately dove for his hand and off they went at neck breaking speed. They didn't stop running until they were blocks away from the establishment. Gasping for breath, a fit of giggles erupted from Junhui. Soon enough, Minghao was also laughing. Sitting on the sidewalk, they rested back to back until the laughter subsided and their breathing returned to normal. Junhui could feel his start to beat faster as Minghao leaned his head on his shoulder. He knew it wasn't from the running.

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