"We are all here for a reason Choi Y/N," he stared you down. "You're an idiot if you think this is a coincidence."
"I can assure you, this was all an accident," you glared viciously at your roommate. "Why would I mix myself up with people like you?"...
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"Na Y/N!" Chanyeol yelled, despite you being right next to him. "Pay attention to the red car, it's gonna beat the shit out of everyone."
The group had collectively decided to somehow stumble out of The Tree Trove, down the massive hallway, up the stairs into Hell, and through the crowd to yet another hallway that led to various viewing rooms for the race.
It was truly an incredible feat that no one was lost along the way, despite the fact that most of you were crossed out of your minds.
Well, Jimin, Chanyeol, Chaewon, and Jinyoung were the only ones actually crossed out of their minds and the rest of you were all finding it extremely difficult to control them. The Parks, as it turns out, were lightweights. Both families.
You had stopped at the shots you'd taken with Yeonjun, knowing that if you took anymore that it probably would've ended badly.
"Chanyeol, sweetie," you spoke softly. "There is no red car."
You and Chanyeol were standing at the window looking out to the track. When the group was walking, he used you as a crutch due to his inability to walk in a straight line.
"Alright, buddy, you're coming with me," Jamie grabbed her brother and sat him down next to her other brother, who was hugging a bottle of soju to his chest.
"That's enough for you," she sighed, plucking the bottle out of Jinyoung's arms.
She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some blankets.
"This place has everything," you spoke to the air, taking a hit from the pen you had taken from The Tree Trove.
"Everything but structure," Johnny huffed. "And a janitor."
He stared out onto the track, eyes following a car that had just arrived through a large opening you assumed led out to the parking garage.
Now there was a red car.
"You like cars, Suh?" You chuckled and offered him your pen.
He accepted.
He wrapped his pink lips around the cart, jaw flexing as he inhaled the fruit-flavored smoke. You admired his cheekbones and generally perfect skin. The way his eyes were trained on the red car.
"I like fast things, bright lights," he turned to you and exhaled the smoke from his lungs, eyes connecting with yours. "... adrenaline."
You blinked.
"Choi Y/N," he looked into your eyes intensely. "You of all people should know how much I love adrenaline."
His words traced your jaw, as well as his mouth. His hands held your waist securely.
