Falling in love with your soulmate is predetermined. Like a rush of tingles that run down your spine, like a river that flows smoothly and steadily in the right path. This is Jung Jaehyun to you - expert street racer and your destined soulmate.
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"He could die today," you state as your eyes are fixed on the purple Skyline R-34, or at least you are trying. A shade closer to Indigo. Integrity. Sincerity. "Oh my god," you hold Mark's arm. "He could die today."
"Y/N," Mark has a lot of patience. If it had been you, you'd have slapped yourself already. "He won't die today. It's Jaehyun. He's been doing this for so long."
"How's the whole feeling of enjoying your very first drag race in color?" Johnny asks as he loops his arm with yours.
"It's scary. I'm a part of something illegal now. I— my soulmate drives cars really fast for a living. Illegally. Holy shit. This whole night shouldn't have happened," your voice is airy and Johnny laughs, patting your back.
"Jaehyun doesn't do this for a living. He does this because he likes it. He likes the feeling of the car speeding as he presses on the gas. He likes the smell of the tyres burning and the cheers and everything about this whole thing. It's more than the money. However, I won't deny that the amount of money is a nice catch," Mark explains and he screams as soon as he is done because the same purple Skyline R-34 crosses the finish line, with a white S15, to what seems to you like mere micrometres away.
"Do they not feel cold?" You point at the women dressed skimpily who are now hoarding around Jaehyun.
"Jealous much?" Mark gives you a look.
"I just met the guy minutes ago. It's too early to feel anything. I just—" you keep rubbing your palms up and down your arms in hopes of warmth. You groan, "Why do they host these at this ungodly hour?"
Mark looks at you like you asked one of the stupidest questions out there, "Because the police won't be out at this time. They time it according to when the police will be away."
The thought of it being illegal dawns upon you all over again and you hyperventilate within yourself. You're shivering at this point and you wonder whether it is because you're feeling cold or if it's because you're scared.
You take a stride forward in surprise when someone puts a leather jacket around your shoulders. Your hand clutches at your chest and you bite your lower lip as you quickly turn to look at the man.
Jung Jaehyun. Twenty three years of age with a smile that could win your heart any day. The silver streaks in his hair glistens under the floodlights and you smile back at him.
"Hi," you say, a chuckle resonating along with the last syllable.
"Hi."
The pads of his fingers linger on your shoulder for a little longer than normal and your features seemingly soften around him. You think it's the whole soulmate thing that makes you vulnerable to Jaehyun's charms and you cannot help but wonder if you would still swoon over him had he not been your soulmate.
"Do you guys want to bask in the glory of my post-win settings?" Jaehyun offers and you watch him.
You didn't have a say. Mark's balance is dangling on his support on your shoulder while he ecstatically screams, "Hell yeah," right into your ears that you screw your eyes shut in annoyance. Johnny is laughing at Mark and you can't help but smile.
