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tbzhours · 1 year

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the race is on

juyeon x you, car racer au, rivals to lovers au, suggestive

[summary] you and juyeon are car race rivals. there’s nothing more than that, right? [warnings] sexual tension, drinking, suggestive [words] 3k [a/n] an old request that i finally got around to write! no smut though hehe hope you like this!

You had walked into the bathroom of the restaurant that your racer friends usually meet up at after your car race competitions when you couldn’t keep that memory of Juyeon from earlier off your mind.

Juyeon had taken off his helmet when he got out of his racecar after your victorious win. He smirked as if he had won the race and you knew he would do that just to piss you off. You wouldn’t lie if you like it though, and somewhere in between, he’s definitely hot. Like when he messes his hair up after that helmet comes off then he pulls it back with that big leather-gloved hand of his. Sometimes, you wondered how that hand would feel like around your neck and–

Juyeon appeared in front of you as you walked out of the single bathroom. An eyebrow of yours heightened, wondering when he had gotten here and forgetting that he meets his friends frequently at this restaurant too. It had become a hot spot for car racers because of the new arena nearby. Juyeon didn’t move though, his hands in his pockets and a smirk sticking at his face. You sucked in your breath, realizing that he was in a black t-shirt tucked in black jeans because you usually don’t get to see his bare arms. His arms had always been covered in his race gears so you tried to keep your cool and crossed your arms.

“Get out of my way.” You said before you moved to one side so you could walk back to your table.

Juyeon followed and had you stop. He could see how annoyed you were but you copied his smirk and moved to the other side but his step stopped you again.

“No.” Juyeon played, then he stopped you again and again.

“Don’t tell me you’re still upset about losing earlier.” You teased, face expressing fake pity.

Juyeon hummed in question and you took a step just to be stopped again by him before you pushed him against the wall behind him. Your hand was placed on the wall beside his face and his lips parted, a smirk still lingering there. Your faces were close as you could feel his breath against your lips and you hadn’t realized your knee fell between his thighs. He hoped you would notice how much he likes being in this position if you could just press on him some more.

“You better stop or I’ll keep making you lose.” You threatened but it sounded sweet to Juyeon. He had always lost to you whenever you found yourself in a race with him but little did you know, he doesn’t really care about that.

“You’re scaring me.” He smiled in an obvious tease.

“You should be scared.” You sighed, annoyed that you could literally punch him in the face. You smiled quickly and blinked a few times as you continued, “Try me again or your rank will be at risk.”

“Oh, I’ll try you again.” He said and in a flash, you found yourself on the wall this time. His cologne washed over your nose when he continued. “Any time actually.” He chuckled then he winked as he invited you, “Come watch my next race and maybe you’ll want something else too.”

You knew what he was thinking because that was exactly what you wanted.

“Okay, let’s bet then.” You challenged.

“Oh really?”

“If you lose your race, you do what I want but if you win-”

“You’ll do what I want…” Juyeon nodded and it caught you a bit off-guard at how quickly he agreed to this. “Sounds like a deal.” Juyeon moved away from you and started walking away. Before he left you there, he peeked back with that annoying smirk. “Hope you don’t regret this.”

As you watched him go, he made you feel like you were the one who lost the race earlier. You ended up following him anyway so you could go back to your table. You hoped that his table wasn’t near yours or you might actually lose your mind about who the real winner is today.

You went for a race run in the morning and came back home to a nice hot bath. Somehow after a race competition, you always find yourself too tired to really do anything other than rest. You thought the morning race would help but you realized going fast wasn’t enough to calm the rush you felt since feeling Juyeon up on you the day before.

You recalled the conversation and remembered that his next race was in a few days. You were always checking his schedule though because that’s what rivals do, not because you were obsessed with winning over him or something. You didn’t even know how long this has been going between you two, this rivalry competitiveness but you think it started because he’s been ranking up quicker lately and you wanted to stop him from reaching you. In a way, you also didn’t want him to stop too. Feeling embarrassed at your own thought, you sank into your tub.

You found yourself sitting at the bar in the club one night as the shots didn’t seem to help calm your mind about Juyeon. The music was loud but low, and the beats pounded like the rush in your chest as you closed your eyes, head resting on your palm with an elbow on the table. Nothing was helping when Juyeon suddenly appeared next to you.

“What are you doing here?” Juyeon asked and you wished you could answer that question truthfully because he’s clouded in your head.

“Just to drink.” You said without even looking at him. You pretended he’s just an illusion but you knew that the moment you saw him, you might do the unknown of your bet.

“A few shots already, I see.” Juyeon noticed a few empty glass cups in front of you and his concerned face did not fail to please you. You must have been drunk when he asked, “Will you be alright?”

“Don’t you worry about me.” You words sounded drunk and you happened to realize that he was hiding a laugh in his smile. You frowned and sighed deeply before he took a shot from your glasses, groaning at the satisfying bitter taste.

“Why aren’t I if I want you to come see my race tomorrow?” Juyeon asked.

“Do you want me to be there or do you need me to be there?” You turned to him when you asked. Juyeon smiled softly at your drunk state. In a way, he wanted to take care of you and in a way, he wanted to see how far you can go with your words tonight.

“I need you to be there so you can watch me win.”

“What do you want if you win?”

“I can’t tell you until I win.”

You scoffed into a pout. “This is boring. I’m gonna go dance.”

Juyeon followed you and you didn’t realize he was holding your hand so you didn't fall. He pulled you to the dance floor and he started to dance. He watched you stand there and his head nodded for you to follow his movements. He didn’t seem like a good dancer but then you also didn’t know a lot about dancing. Despite that, it was easy to blend in when you have someone dancing with you, so you started to follow your words.

Juyeon came in close to you, more than he should have when he said into your ears. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded in a smile. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol that told you to or if you actually did that consciously, but you gasped softly when Juyeon turned you around and wrapped his hand over your ribcage. Your back latched onto his chest, his body heat burning through your clothes. His head hovered over your shoulder as your bodies swayed along to the music.

Your ears felt like they got caught up by the loud sound and you closed your eyes like before. Your hand brushed over his at your abdomen before Juyeon grinded down against you. It wasn’t just one time. He continued for a few more times before you shot a look over your shoulder, like does he realize that you’re about to lose your mind over him? Strangely, you were enjoying it. You wanted to feel him even closer than now, and to undress him, bite him.

Meeting his eyes from the glance, your other hand reached up and gripped onto his upper sleeve. “Juyeon…”

His hum vibrated behind you, his hips still moving along and you wished how badly you wanted him to pin you down. Definitely not in here though. You tried to think of a place to hide right now but your mind just went all white.

“Tell me why you’re here again.” You managed to ask as the music shifted to a softer beat.

His grinds slowed as he wondered if you’re doing okay. With a smile, he peeked at your face and answered, “To see you and how you’re putting up with the bet.”

“W-what? That doesn’t really make sense.”

Juyeon knew. He just wanted to play with you. He chuckled lightly and this time, it was his turn to ask you a question. “What did you want for the bet?”

“I want…” Your head felt heavy as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t help to lean back onto him and softly, your voice whispered, “you.”

Juyeon turned you around again, and this time, your chest connected and his arm still wrapped behind you. Your arms found their way behind him too, almost subconsciously. You noticed his wondrous eyes, seeming hungry yet lost, and the softness his lips shone under the colorful lights in the room as if they wanted to say something more. His bulge pressed between your legs and you felt weak. What the hell was running in his mind to hold you this close?

He gazed into your eyes and you wouldn’t mind at all if he does anything else to you right now.

Your bodies continued to sway along to the music. The rocking wasn’t really helping with how heavy your head was feeling and you couldn’t hear a word Juyeon was saying. Your head leaned onto his chest and before you knew it, your mind went all black.

You woke up the next day, the room unrecognized. You were still in the same outfit from the night before, not recalling how you got here and you felt light-headed. Getting up with a hand on your head, you found a cup of water at your side and a note. You picked it up and soon, the hangover wasn’t going to pass if you don’t get yourself out of there as soon as possible.

See you at 1PM :) - Juyeon

You didn’t have time to prepare when you left his place because it was already past 11AM. You cleaned yourself up after getting to your place and quickly getting a cap on, along with an oversized jacket and sunglasses, you made your way to Juyeon’s race feeling like a mess.

When you got there, hair still damp from the morning shower, Juyeon had reserved a front row seat for you. It was the best view as you were still trying to process whatever happened last night. You leaned forward onto the railing in front of your seat, slowly picking up the scene at the bar and how Juyeon showed up in a white shirt and loosened tie. He had taken a few of your drinks and you were dancing with him, and then you gasped.

It wasn’t an illusion.

And you made it obvious that you had wanted him.

You could see the four cars at the starting line, all in red and black. Juyeon and his opponents came out, exchanging ‘good luck’ handshakes before they all headed to their race cars. Juyeon’s was red and to tell the difference between the other one, his looked like it was Lightning McQueen with the yellow fire on the front and side of his car. With a helmet in his hands after he stopped at his car door, he saw you there.

You noticed his smile before he got into the car.

What did that mean?

Your heart raced. It always did when it came to racing, though you think this time was different. You couldn’t deny it.

Juyeon’s seat was warm as he was all geared up and ready. His hands, covered in leather gloves, wrapped at the wheel as the announcer continued to talk and his foot pressed on the peg below him, the engine roaring along with the crowd. It was a sound he was familiar with. The thrill ran through his body before the countdown started.

3, 2, 1.

The flags swung and the four cars shot through the race tracks.

It was quite a scene, watching Juyeon leading the race. You hoped that he would win after he got through a few rounds of the tracks but soon, the other red car jotted faster behind him. He hadn’t checked his rearview mirror and before he knew it, the fresh red appeared at his side window. That opponent nodded along at how well this race was going and Juyeon scoffed.

He didn’t panic but you definitely did. You couldn’t watch it. You turned away for a second then you headed down to where he would be when he crossed the checkered lines on the tracks.

Running in the familiar arena, you knew exactly where to go. Passing through some people in the concourse, you entered the ground floor and through the hall that led to the tracks. The crowd cheered when you saw Juyeon’s car zooming through the opening of the hall. Your feet raced towards him as the other cars flew by. They all had stopped and Juyeon hadn’t gotten out of his car when it was announced that Juyeon had won.

The racers got out of their cars and gave compliments to each other before they saw you there. A few waves were exchanged because you all knew each other as racers but you still ran toward Juyeon’s car. They didn’t realize that he hadn’t gotten out and continued their conversations as they waited.

You were out of breath once you reached his window. He pulled it down and his helmet had been taken off. His hair was wet from sweat he had pushed them back. He was smiling from ear to ear like he was proud then his lips parted, showing his teeth in his smile when he turned to you.

“You won.” You announced.

“How are you feeling today?” Juyeon asked, smiling at your acknowledgement. He was thinking about last night and his concern seemed to touch your heart as it had been racing all day.

“Could be better.”

Juyeon leaned onto the lower part of the window, arms over one another as he tried to look through your eyes. His smile softened. “How can it be better?”

“You won so,” You paused and thought about the bet again. “What do you want?”

“I want…”

He dragged the silence between the two of you and it was killing you inside. You wanted him to finish his words or you might end up walking away. Your tiredness really got you this impatient.

“...You.”

You watched how his smile was still there, recalling those exact words you said last night to him. Was he just playing or was he serious?

“Did you hear me?” Juyeon asked. “I want–”

“I heard you.” You turned away, wishing this headache could go away. “You don’t need to repeat it.”

“I thought you might want to keep hearing it because sometimes, hearing it once isn’t enough.” Juyeon shrugged and when you weren’t saying anything, he switched the conversation. “How did I do?”

He hummed in question after another silence from you and with just that sound from him, you had shivers running down your back.

“You did great, like usual.”

“Does that mean I did great too when I lost to you?”

You could hear his laugh in that question and you couldn’t help to glare at him. “Yes.”

Admitting was one thing but being real was another that you didn’t expect to come out of you.

“Thanks.” Juyeon chuckled like the night before when you were dancing against each other.

You took off your sunglasses, trying to get a good look of him when you couldn’t find the words to say next. He suddenly got up, bringing half of his body out through his opened window. A hand reached over behind your neck as he pulled you toward him. Your hand rested at his shoulder as your eyes widened when he pressed his lips onto yours.

His cologne washed over you once again before you realized he’s kissing you. You almost stumbled back but his strong hand held you well enough as your hand gripped at the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes closed and your lips moved along with his, a smirk of his appearing in the gap of your parting mouths. You loved every part of this: his nose poking your cheek, his lips never ending, his delicate gloved hand pressing on your skin. Your other hand tucked into his wet hair before you pulled back.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“You wouldn’t let me out of my car?” Juyeon smiled, tilting his head because you’ve been blocking his side of the car since you got there.

Your face burned up in embarrassment before you groaned, walking away from him.

“Wait, come back!” Juyeon attempted, laughing at your funny stomps.

He finally got out of his car and as he followed you, his opponents cheered him on. It looked like he had won something more than just the race.

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #kpop imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #juyeon imagines #car racer au #racer au #rivals to lovers #rivals to lovers au

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NASCAR!Steve/Mechanic!Eddie (Thinking of Someone For Whom He Still Burns)

this one’s for you @grimmfitzz my dear <33 you’re too good to me really I’m going to become undomesticated or something ;)

The house was still thick with gold.

Eddie dragged his fingers down the cream walls on his way down the stairs, stepping softly so he didn’t break the perfect silence. Not that it was silent; Wayne left the windows open when he went out in the mornings. The white, transparent cotton curtains billowed out, bringing in the warm breeze with them. There was a lawnmower outside, giving some white noise to the gentleness of the house; must be Chrissy finding an excuse to have her headphones on all morning. She probably just got back from her run, still feeling the adrenaline, the restlessness, and electing to put it into something productive.

The light was amber, the way it seemingly danced in through the walls to fill the house up with the same gold of the daffodils in the flowerbed right outside. The air smelled faintly of greenery, whether it was Chrissy’s grass shavings or Wayne’s precious flower gardens, Eddie couldn’t say.

He filled a glass with water and sipped on it, washing the taste of sleep from his mouth. Flipped on the tv to add another set of lively voices to the sound of summer mornings. It was already tuned into the news, and he almost went to change it, switch it to cartoons or something, but he had already taken the toaster from the cabinet and suddenly breakfast seemed infinitely more important.

“-nvestigating the disappearance of the famous racer.” The newscaster explained eagerly. “While officials at California Speedway are still waiting for his arrival, his managers have been holding press conferences to ease the fans’ anxieties.”

Eddie popped two slices of wheat bread into the toaster, and leaned back against the counter to see what was going on.

The film switched from the newscaster lady in a pencil skirt and a blazer, to another woman in a pencil skirt and a blazer, backed by a man with more freckles than should have been possible- Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan, the caption provided. “We have no reason to suspect foul play regarding our client at this time. We’re sure it’s nothing more than a miscommunication or misunderstanding of some kind. However, if anyone has any information regarding his whereabouts, we urge you to come forward immediately.”

The toast popped out. Eddie burned his hand throwing them onto the plate.

The newscaster returned as voiceover to footage of the racer- not that you could actually see him; in every shot, he was either wearing his helmet or turned away- from “Tuesday’s Indianapolis Race,” as the caption provided. “Starting last season as a complete rookie-“

“Turn that NASCAR shit off.”

Eddie startled, dropping his toast back on the plate, before realizing Wayne had just gotten back and rushing to swallow the bite he’d just taken. “Just a sec, I wanna see...”

“When competitor Billy Hargrove was asked about his absence, he said:” The clip cut to the grossest man Eddie had ever seen, with long messy, blond hair and the kind of mustache that just screamed I-disrespect-women. “I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably blacked out in a ditch somewhere and he’ll show up hungover as hell. In the meantime,” He looked dead at the camera, as if he was speaking directly to the missing racer. “I’ll be here hanging out with The King, buddy.”

The way he said the last word certainly implied nothing congenial about the relationship.

“Fans line the streets outside the Speedway-” The camera panned to corroborate. “-to catch a glimpse of his car. In lieu of last week’s interview, some fans are afraid of a darker story. After announcing on live television that he identified as bisexual, then going missing after just five days has his supporters truly hoping this is just a misunderstanding on his teams’ part.”

And back to the press conference and Miss Carol Perkins.

“We cannot confirm or deny the rumors of death threats being sent to the team at this time. However, with any large announcement from anyone of any fame, there is expected to be public backlash, and our client’s coming out is no exception. We have worked continuously with security and law enforcement to look into any and all potential threats and provide reasonable protection against them. We have no reason to believe the disappearance is a hate crime in nature or related to the coming out at all. Once again, if anyone has any information-”

The tv shut off, the sudden black of the screen swallowing any of the color and Eddie cried out indignantly. “Wayne! I was watching that!”

Wayne’s flat expression didn’t change, but he answered softly, “It’ll just upset you.”

That was true-already, Eddie’s toast was starting to taste like sawdust- but it wasn’t like people didn’t get hate-crimed every day. Especially people like Eddie. Like...

Damn, Eddie hadn’t even caught the missing racer’s name.

Maybe the slimy misogynist was right. Maybe he had just blacked out somewhere, so hungover he forgot what day it was.

Hopefully.

Yes it’s the plot of Cars (2006). I’ve never watched a NASCAR race in my life. I don’t know anything about NASCAR. This amuses me though so I’m doing it anyway because that’s where I am in my life. Anyway! If you’re interested in more let me know!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #cars au #nascar racer steve harrington #mechanic eddie munson #the distance #is this crack? yeah okay sure #steddie crack

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