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Run to you chapter 4

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of violence, eye fucking (I don't know what that means but there is a lot of staring), mentions of guns

Word count: 9k

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Seungcheol laid on his full size bed, spacing out and in a dilemma of what he did. He was alone for once in the studio. Usually after his late night drives and coming back home, he would still be able to hear the guys laughing in the living area, or the studio garage working on a sample car pulled from the junkyard. But tonight was different, it was eerily quiet, and the quietness played a toll on his thoughts. Sitting up from the bed, reaching out for his phone placed on the night stand as he looks at the messages again. The impulsiveness showed through from each of his messages, angry and frustrated with himself that he couldn’t keep his cool and planned out the messages with a little less aggravation. Slowly shutting his eyes, the memories from many years ago, way before he found SVT’s garage, before he found his group of friends, and when he was a young scrappy teenager. The day he met SangIl, he was on an errand run for a part-time job he had. For a young teenager who left home and has nothing, seeing SangIl (who at the time in his early thirties) in a pawn shop talking to a mid-thirties man on his knees, what looked like pleading. A 9mm in SangIl’s hand, pointed at the man, what looked like a scary situation and it was, except to teenage Seungcheol, the image he saw exuded dominance and importance. Something that he wants to gain for himself. The moment he started his internship under the man’s guidance, putting all of his focus on fixing cars, doing unnecessary grunt work, finding car scraps at the junkyard, and fixing up his own car to “eventually” street race.

“Why? Why did I let my guard down that night?” Seungcheol curses at himself. Sitting up from his bed, his hand ruffling through his hair, he gets up and heads out of the room. Stepping down the spiral staircase and making his way to the tiny kitchen of his studio. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge he stared around the environment, finally realizing how the quietness took a toll on him. Being alone and the silence, he loved that but the company of others before him, even if they weren’t really talking to him, as long as they were in his presence it felt warm and nice. Smiling to himself, he let out a dry chuckle. Closing the cap on the bottle, he makes his way back into his room, stopping mid way on the spiral staircase. That message he received early just kept replaying in his mind and the thought of you being in any kind of dangerous situation because of his past makes his heart leap out of him.

“Shit.” Clutching the water bottle in his hand, he speeds up the stairs into his room. Grabbing the nearest jacket he sees first, a jean jacket hanging on his dresser. Taking his keys from on top of the dresser, he hurrieds over to his Bugatti. The drive from sVT’s garage and to SangIl’s garage was a 90 minute drive, which is also the reason why Seungcheol opened up the garage in the first place. To be far away from him, far away from his past, and far away from any kind of risky situation (beside street racing and the occasional black market set ups). Thankfully for the late night there wasn't that much traffic to hassle with, getting to the garage, he parks his Bugatti a little further away from the place. Huffing out softly, he clutched his phone in his hand. Shoving it into his pocket and checking the glove compartment for the 9mm he usually keeps for precaution. Checking the bullet chamber and the safety lock, placing it into the holster and adjusting it around the loops of his jeans. Hiding it underneath his shirt and jacket, Seungcheol makes his way up to the front door of the garage. Muttering incoherently to himself with a shake of his head. Going into enemy territory even if “said” enemy used to be a mentor, a guardian, and a friend. “I’m making a mistake. This is stupid. Why? Of all nights, did everyone have to go to their respective homes?” Seungcheol stood in front of the metal front door, staring at the familiar presence of it. Eyeing the side intercom by the door frame, as he pushed his thumb onto it. Walking into the place that once provided a roof over his head, a place that he called home for the longest time. Everything looked different, not a kind of remembrance different, but just different. The aesthetic was different to how SangIl is as a person, someone who cherished the 50’s and 60’s, having hung neon signs, random traffic signs, and bold colored paintings that gave off a vintage vibe. This whole new environment in SangIl’s garage gave a darker and modern vibe, getting Seungcheol to be a tad off his game and nervous.

“Seungcheol!” A voice rounding from the corner, a smile gracing the dark haired person as they approached Seungcheol, welcoming them in a warm embrace. “I saw you driving in from the security feed. If SangIl hyung was here, he wouldn’t have allowed you to stroll in so peacefully like this. You should be more careful.”

“SangIl isn’t here?” Seungcheol glanced around the place, making sure that he isn’t deceived or anything, not that he didn’t trust the man before him because for the fact, he trusted the man in front of him. An old friend from back then, when he first started to work for SangIl. None of the people helped Seungcheol, letting him fend for himself, learning things by himself and when Hoon came in months later, Seungcheol took the liberty to help him. Changing the dynamics of the garage of when he first entered. Helping Hoon adjust, and eventually becoming a close friend. “Thanks, Hoon. Don’t worry about me, I can handle whatever situation is thrown at me.” Chuckling at the presence of a familiar friend, his shoulders dropping at ease and the nervousness residing. “I’m only here because I just wanted to remind SangIl about that clause he and I had. We won’t set foot into another’s territory. Some of the crew found their way into a club on my side. I’m not threatening you, just reminding you about what we promised.”

Hoon laughed out, his hand falling onto Seungcheol’s shoulder, lightly tapping against him. “Cheol. Even if our crew or yours set foot anywhere, as long as no guns are blazing, it is all good. Besides, my guys just wanted a fun night out. The clubs in your parts are all uptown, and those uptown girls are classy and savage, they were probably there just to get some good fucks. If that is the reason why you are here. Next time, I will accompany and make sure nothing happens.” Dropping his hand from Seungcheol’s shoulder, turning around, Hoon stuffed his hands into his pocket taking small strides forward. “You can still trust me. Right Cheol? We’re still friends, after all these times?” Hoon turned around, glancing over at Seungcheol who stood still in his spot. Unsure of what to say to the person in front of him, because he did in fact still trust him and value him as a friend.

“Of course I still trust you, Hoon. We have been through so much. I guess, I sorted out what I wanted to say to SangIl.” Seungcheol chuckled meekly. “See you.” Turning around, Seungcheol began to step forward, his feet taking a pause when a frantic noise was heard, closing in on them, he slowly turned around to meet the said frantic person. “SangIl is waking up” was all the person said, making Seungcheol confused as ever as Hoon had said that SangIl was out, and he took that as business ventures out.

The look on Hoon’s eyes changed, tapping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he charged a flying fist into the person’s jaw. Massaging his knuckles after, a quick turn to see that Seungcheol hasn’t left and his hand now reaching inside of his jacket. “Don’t even dare Seungcheol. You pull that gun out, and I have all the command right here and now to shoot you. Hands to the side so I can see them and I promise, I won’t shoot you. On account that we are friends.” Hoon’s expression changed dramatically, the sweet and pretty looks that he is known for is now the expression of a deranged person. Hoon turned his head, eyeing the crew from the side, nodding to the fallen man that he had laid a punch on. “Take that idiot to the backroom.” Turning back to face Seungcheol with a sickly sweet smile.

Still in a confused and shocked state, Seungcheol obliged and placed his hands to the side. Looking at his friend, or if he still associates Hoon as a friend. “Where is SangIl? What did he mean when he said SangIl is waking up? You said so yourself if I still trust you. Well, should I trust you, Hoon?”

“Shit, that fucker. Fuck. The charades are off. You are right, Seungcheol. You shouldn’t trust me. SangIl hyung, that bastard is in the hospital. Know why? I shot him. Right in the back. Ask whatever you want right now. I will gladly let you in on the loop of Hoon’s garage.” Hoon walked over to a sports car, his fingers grazing the hood as he sat himself on top.

“Did SangIl even message me? If he “woke up” who has his phone. The SangIl I remember would never leave his phone unattended nor let anyone touch it because of the business inquiries.” Seungcheol glanced to the side, turning his head swiftly behind him and to the side. Making sure that he wasn’t surrounded on all sides. Finally thinking that coming here was a mistake after all. A big stupid misstep.

Hoon looked down, pulling out a phone from his pocket as he tapped on the screen, tilting his head back up in Seungcheol’s direction. “Read your phone, Cheol.” The sickly sweet smile on his face was starting to drive Seungcheol insane but he did what Hoon said. Taking his phone out from his own pocket as he looked at the screen, the same restricted number he got earlier that night. Brows furrowed at the absurdity of it all. Swiping the screen, he opens up his messages.

“Seungcheol. Seungcheol. My good friend. Never imagined that my image would be revealed in such an idiotic way by an idiot. Though, you did throw a surprise at me tonight. I shouldn’t have sent that message but your beautiful girl looked so fucking good, I couldn’t help myself. Wanted to get you on edge. Was craving some kind of excitement after shooting SangIl. Thought you were a good choice. Turns out, not really. Guess the cat is out of the bag.”

Seungcheol looked up from his phone, placing it back into his pocket. “So, when did all of this happen? Where is the Hoon who would always back me up? Where is the Hoon who was like a brother to me?”

“Oh. I have always been those guys. You were always a brother to me, Seungcheol, very much. But you see, some things were different. Like how some brothers get more attention, the love, and the recognition of the guardian. Even though that brother is stupid and defied the guardian and got his ass thrown out of the family. From that point on, I did everything to please SangIl. Practiced my driving until I was good enough for a race. I was appointed as his right hand. I was at the top. He was finally seeing me for my worth. Until last year, when you and SangIl raced, and when he made your car crash. Surprise! The incident was my idea, and oh, he thought it would be a minor thing. To have you lose, so he could continue to remain the king of street racing. When he got word that you were hospitalized for a month, I saw it in him. He changed. He stayed in his office all day and night, doors locked and then one day he told me to come in. He said that he would give you half of his car collection and half of the territories. The audacity. He was changing. I couldn’t let you get anything. So I took matters into my own hands. And here we are now, with me in charge and SangIl, hanging on by a thin line. Or well, I thought he was on a thin line. Could still be though.” Hoon shrugged his shoulders, sitting up from the hood of the car. Strolling over to Seungcheol, with a hand reaching for the gun handle in his holster. “Now that everything is out, without my liking to it. I guess I have to continue on with my plan to acquire everything you own. Even if that includes that pretty girl, then so be it.”

“Don’t touch her. I said it clearly in the message. You touch her or even remotely be near her, I will shoot with no hesitation. I don’t care if you or your new crew is hanging out in my territory. As long as you don’t go anywhere near her, damages won’t be done. And all those years that we have been together, you don’t know how much I have changed Hoon.” Seungcheol reached his hand into his holster as well, his palm brushing against the handle of his 9mm.

“You are bluffing. You haven’t changed one bit, Seungcheol. I can tell that you are still the same person when we met. You are still that passion driven youth with a weak conscience. But don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere near your pretty girl. However if she remotely steps foot around here, bets are off. I do as I please around here.” Hoon smirked. Dropping his hand from the holster, backing away from Seungcheol and heading off into the backroom. Seungcheol dropped his hand as well, turning around and stepping out of the garage, pacing himself over to his Bugatti. His heart thundering at the new found confrontation before him, it never occurred to him that a friend would become violent and evil. But Hoon was right, he hasn’t changed, he is still the same passion driven person he always has been with a clear conscience on life.

A few days passed. Seungcheol’s mind is still swimming with the thought of his former friend taking over his former boss’ garage. In the past, Hoon was easily the generous person, willingly to help others and he never fought or argued for anything. He was a flight type of person, never realizing that all that has been a cover up. Caught up in his thoughts, unaware of that he grabbed the wrong socket wrench for the car he was fixing on.

“Seungcheol?” Soonyoung said, staring at the occupied Seungcheol whose gaze is staring into space. Not sure what to do, Soonyoung scratched the back of his head in contemplation on what to do. “Uh-uh.”

Since that night that drove your heart crazy over Seungcheol’s words about not going on a second date and then taking his words right back got you in a big bundle of mess. Still haven’t sent Minhyun a response text, even though he did say he could wait for you, it was your damn heart that is a mess. What is worse is that Chan forgot his lunch, taking his lunch with you as you thought about leaving it at the garage, since Chan only had two classes that were in the morning for the day. It dreaded your mind, seeing the garage, knowing that no matter where you go, Seungcheol’s presence will always be there. Taking a deep breath, you took a hold of Chan’s lunch bag and got out of the car. Walking over as you see Soonyoung in a daze, the click of your heels caught his attention, turning his head to meet you with a goofy smile on his face.

“Hey there y/n. What brings you here? You want to have lunch with me?” Soonyoung finger guns at you, winking in your direction to get a soft giggle out of you. Quickly shaking your head and holding up Chan’s lunch bag.

“I’m actually just dropping off Chan’s lunch bag. He forgot it this morning. But if you haven’t had lunch, I guess I could make a quick lunch stop. I am a managing director after all, I should be fine going back late?” You thought, placing your arms back down to your side. Shutting off the pros and cons in your heads that take forever for you to decide. “You know what. Yes. I can get lunch with you—” pausing mid-sentence, Seungcheol’s presence comes into your sight as he steps into your view of sight.

“Soonyoung, where did I put that 3/8th socket wrench?” Seungcheol asks, coming from the side of the car, his gaze meeting yours, stopping all movements as he stare stupidly at you. Even in your work clothes, you were still beautiful, pants suit and all. “Y/n. What brings you here?” He finally managed to say, fixing his gaze on you so he doesn’t look like an idiot.

Clearing your throat, you held up the lunch bag again. “Dropping off Chan’s lunch bag. He forgot it this morning. And, Soonyoung wanted lunch, which I haven't had yet. If you haven’t, you should join us as well.” Since that confusing night after your date with Minhyun, Seungcheol’s confusing words kept replaying in your head and as someone who over analyzes things, the words really stuck. Still haven’t sent that message to Minhyun. “I’m going to set the lunch bag in the studio. I will drive?”

Soonyoung’s arm rose upwards instinctively, his small hand waving in the air to grab attention. “I will drive! I know where we should have lunch. I had lunch there weeks ago with Jun, and then a couple days ago with Wonwoo. It’s really good. Go put up Chan’s lunch bag and I will start my car.” Soonyoung finger guns in your direction, setting the socket wrench that Seungcheol was looking for back in the tool box. Scurrying away to the parked car at the side of the garage. While you made your way inside of the studio, setting Chan’s lunch bag on the counter in the tiny kitchen. Sending a quick text message to let him know that his lunch is at the garage waiting for him.

The sight of Soonyoung’s car marveled your thoughts, it was kind of cute but also ferocious in its own way. Walking over to the passenger side, gasping and eyeying the person sitting in the passenger seat. Seungcheol turned his head, facing you with a little smirk playing on his lips. “Shotgun,” he says in a menacing tone, making the sound of his voice gruff which got your skin crawling all over the place. Lucky for you, your blazer jacket was covering you well enough. Seungcheol opens the door, inclining his seat forward to let you into the backseat of the car. The remainder of the drive to the restaurant went by in silence, with the radio turned on to some pop-rock songs from the ‘90s. Staring ahead of the road, leaning a little forward as you position your chin on the passenger seat.

“You have a nice car, Soonyoung. Is this one of your racing cars?” You ask, eyes shifting from Soonyoung in the driver seat to Seungcheol’s side profile, which got you ogling a little longer.

“I worked hard for this baby. 1970 Ford Maverick. I gave it a little spruce when I bought it, and installed a few neat tricks. Seungcheol and Jihoon disapproves of my car choices but this baby can roar. Not fast enough for racing but it’s fast on its own, and I am thinking of showcasing it in this year's event.” Soonyoung’s fingers tap gently on the steering wheel, his lips grinning at having got the chance to show off his car.

"Well, I think it is one great car. Screw Seungcheol and his opinion, they are irrelevant. Maybe I could free up my schedule for the event." Your eyes glanced at the rearview mirror, finding Seungcheol’s gaze in direct contact with yours. His dark brown eyes always seemed like a vortex, getting sucked in to with no prevail. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you turn your head away, shifting your eyes to look somewhere else. "When is it?" Glimpsing at the two men in the front seats, Soonyoung glancing at Seungcheol and then in the rearview mirror.

"It depends on the other "garage". Whenever everyone is ready, a mass invite is sent out via text message. Usually at undisclosed and isolated locations. We haven't, or well Cheol hasn't gotten the invite yet. To my knowledge." Soonyoung looks over at Seungcheol, a soft nod of his head in agreement to what he said. "Are you really thinking about going? If you decide to, I love to be your guide...oh wait, I probably can't, since I'm showcasing this beautiful car this year."

"That is fine. I only heard about the event a couple of times from Chan and thought I should take some time off and see why my brother is so enthralled in street racing." Sitting back in the seat, you cross your feet around one another. Glancing at the mirror in front of Seungcheol. Meeting with his gaze again, and for odd reasons uncomprehend, you were unwilling to let go of his gaze. "How large of a crowd would it be? Like an EDM festival crowd or what?" Soonyoung laughs softly at the questions, his eyes slightly rolling back at the absurdity.

"Nah. It isn't an EDM festival kind of crowd. It is sort of a large scale on its own but not too attention seeking. Don't want cops to come." Soonyoung glimpse into the rearview mirror, finding your gaze still trained on Seungcheol. "Anyways. We are here." He turned into the parking lot of a small diner, finding a spot to park his car. Turning off the engine, Soonyoung looked over at Seungcheol to the side, his eyes widened and batting at the confusion of the stares the both of you were doing. "Well, mhmm, I am going to get us a table. Whenever you guys are "done staring at one another" I will be inside with a window seat." Soonyoung's words brought you back to reality, eyes still fixated on Seungcheol as you grabbed onto your purse and exited out of the car.

"Damn it." Softly mumbling to yourself, fingers clutched on the purse a big tight. The sound of your heels clicking, following Soonyoung into the diner. As you stepped inside, shutting your eyes briefly to regain some sort of control. Finding Soonyoung at a side window table, you walked over and sat yourself across from him. Seungcheol sat himself beside his friend, which happened to be the seat in front of you. While his gaze at times was solely on you. Eyes fixed on the laminated menu in front of you as you browse at the food to be served. "So how did you find this place?" Finger softly grazing the menu, lifting your head for a quick glance at Soonyoung, to which your eyes also found Seungcheol.

"Well, I found this gem after returning from a, uhm," Soonyoung paused, glimpsing over at Seungcheol. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. To bluntly say the truth or say something ridiculous that would make sense? "Y'know. The junkyard. I was returning from the junkyard, having salvaged some car parts for my Maverick and my stomach grumbled on the way back. Found this diner and couldn't stop coming." Soonyoung nodded his head, for sure that his ridiculous story made sense.

Not buying what Soonyoung said, your eyes squinted, softly huffing out and placing your hands on top of the table. Lightly tapping your nails against the wooden table top. "That was an awfully long pause? Are you sure that the story is true? Chan is my younger brother, I have seen countless times where he tries to cover things up with outrageous stories. Most of the time, I go along with it." Lightly giving Soonyoung a wink, a grin playing on your lips as you wrinkled your nose. "You can say whatever you were doing that day. I already know about Seungcheol's office cabinet." With those words, Seungcheol looked over at you, his facial emotionless.

"Seungcheol's office? Well, uh, hyung?" Soonyoung turned his head to face Seungcheol for any sort of answer. With a light nod from his head, he turned back in his seat to face you. "Alright. You're really perceptive. I was on an errand run that day. Seungcheol and Jihoon said all I had to do was drop the package and pick up our package. Easy peasy. It was a four hour drive, I had to wait another two hour for our package and I was hungry by the time I got back. The real story of finding this place."

Still skeptical of Soonyoung's story, even though he told the whole true story. Some parts left you baffled, like the package drop off. What was in it? Drugs? Weapons? Car parts? Human parts? Your eyes widening at the sudden thought, reaching over for the cup of water and taking dainty sips. Softly shaking your head at the absurd thought. It is Seungcheol, he wouldn't be doing illegal businesses. Or could he? The thoughts in your head floated around again. The sound of your name brought you back, seeing Soonyoung and Seungcheol gazing at you. As well as the server standing beside the table with their little note pad out to take the order. "Oh. My order." Chuckling lightly, you lowered your head to look at the menu in front of you. Quickly glimpsing for whatever seems applicable. "I will have the mushroom and gouda panini as well as the farm salad, and could you set aside the dressing?" Sliding the menu over to the edge of the table.

After the server left, having gotten all the orders, crossing your leg over another as you stare at the two men sitting in front of you. The thought of the package that Soonyoung was transporting and also receiving was still lingering. As if he could read minds, Seungcheol's eyes were set on you, even when he took a sip of his water, his gaze still lingered on you. "What?" You ask him. The nervous foot jutting underneath the table and the heart hammering inside of your chest. "Am I so beautiful that you can't stop staring?" Uncrossing your leg and placing your feet back on the ground, and fingers entwined together on your lap.

A smirk formed on Seungcheol’s lips, setting his cup down on the table. "Beautiful isn't even the word I would use," he teased. "Scattered-brain. Would be the word I use. You have been dozing off for the last few minutes. The thought of you being a directing manager has me baffled. If you worked for me, I would have done something about that wandering mind of yours."

"Scattered-brain?" Lips forming into an O-shape. As your fingers gripped onto your thighs, glaring at him from across the table. "For your information. I got the managing director job for all the hard work and successful projects I committed to the company." Gloating about the past projects that you were a part of. “What kind of things would you do? From seeing how your employees act and work, I say half of them are also pretty scattered-brain.” Leaning yourself closer to the table as you set your elbows on top of the table, resting your chin in between your enclosed hands. Eyelashes fluttering at Seungcheol, who is just staring right back with his expressionless facial.

Seungcheol leaned himself inwards, watching the way your eyelashes fluttered and the way your lips jutted outwards. “For one, my employees are men. How I treat them when they aren’t listening to me would be different to how I would treat you.” Seungcheol’s tongue slightly sticks out from his lip, grazing it softly across his bottom lip.

The pounding sensation of your heart, added with the agape mouth. Quickly closing your mouth shut as you cross your leg over another underneath the table, the tip of your heel hitting Seungcheol’s knee in the process. Pretending that you did no such thing, softly shrugging your shoulders. "Sorry. Was that your knee?" Grinning cheekily as you swing your foot, deliberately hitting his knee again. Seungcheol chuckled, his arm reaching underneath the table as he grabbed a hold of your swinging foot. His fingers gripping onto your heel and slipping it off of your foot. Getting a soft gasp out from your lips.

"You can have your heel back, after you stop kicking me in the knee." Seungcheol set the heel on the other side of him. Reaching his hand back down to take your foot in his hand. His hand grasping on tight as he straightens your leg towards him, softly loosening his grip with his fingers brushing upwards to your ankle. "How was work? You aren't still overworking yourself, are you?" He asks. Averting the attention to something else as he keeps his hand around your ankle. His thumb pressing into the soft skin just below your ankle bone.

"Nope. My girl friends helped me with that and I talked it out with Chan. I promised that I won't overwork, and if I do. He can, however he sees fit, shake me out of my overwork mode. Plus the project is coming along well. I can totally see a sample coming up from the lab soon." Telling Seungcheol about your work and whatnot made you forget about his hand around your ankle, his fingers brushing along your skin. His eyes gazing over you, watching intently with his upper body leaning against the table. It was intense, Seungcheol's stare was intense, but the way his eyes never left your features made your heart flutter.

"What kind of cosmetics are your team going for?" Soonyoung's voice broke the intense staring between you and Seungcheol. Remembering that you weren't on a lunch break with Seungcheol alone. Slightly twisting your foot around against Seungcheol’s grip, his thumb softly caressing your achilles and upwards. Averting your gaze away from him and turning your head at an angle to face Soonyoung.

"We decided on the basics of beauty. Moisturizer, cleanser, and sun care. The lab is currently working on the moisturizer and sun protectant sample. It shouldn't be long now for a sample to come out for the moisturizer." While explaining your company product to Soonyoung, your breathing hitched at the feel of Seungcheol’s fingers skimming upwards along your calf. If Soonyoung looked over to his side, he would notice the slight slouch of Seungcheol’s posture. "I--If the samples come out nicely, we could send them up to the directors and have it be mass produced for consumers." Softy breathing out with every word coming out of your mouth. Seungcheol's hand at the hem of the pencil skirt you were wearing. If he dared to, he would have found his way towards your thigh. Having to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent any sort of indecent moan from escaping. Seungcheol's eyes darkened at the lip bite, a light smirk on his lips at feeling the subtle motions of your leg straightening in his hold.

“When Chan said you were a career woman, I didn't think you were a fully dedicated career woman. I am at your command. You are my superior.” Soonyoung bows his head, and his hands placed on top of the table, getting a glance over from Seungcheol.

A giddy chuckle erupts from you as you kick Seungcheol underneath the table, getting a soft grunt from him and also letting go of your ankle in the process. “I don't think I'm qualified as your superior. Wouldn't Seungcheol get sulky if you said that?” You ask. Glimpsing in front of you, gazing at Seungcheol with a knowing smirk. Soonyoung turned his head to face Seungcheol, then at you and eyeing the both of you in consideration of what you said.

“Hyung. I like you and I look up to, a lot, but y/n is an amazing and wonderful person who is great at everything and I look up to them.” Soonyoung salutes two fingers at Seungcheol, and straightens his posture after. “Unless you could work a full shift in the morning to the evening and still be able to cook up dinner for ten grown men?”

Seungcheol stared flabbergasted at Soonyoung’s unforeseen question. He could, if he wanted to cook for his group of friends, but cooking requires time and then there is also the conclusion of washing and cleaning. You raise your arm upwards, waving your hand softly in the air.

“That’s me, Soonyoung. I definitely am able to do that. Working from eight in the morning to six in the evening, sometimes even later until ten. And I still come home and feed Chan until his stomach is all full and nourished. Not saying that I could do that with you guys, but I totally could.” Grinning smugly at the found confidence, you glimpse in front of you at Seungcheol. Seeing his round eyes glaring and with his plump lips pouty. “Just say the word, and I will come running.”

Soonyoung’s eyes popped at the suggestion, his mouth slightly hung at what was said. Turning his head to Seungcheol for any type of clue and then towards you, not sure what he is looking for in either of you. “Yeah. Sure. Of course. Definitely! The rest of the guys would love it. I would love it. Seungcheol would probably love it too.” Seungcheol turned his head at the mention of his name, now glaring at Soonyoung with a soft shake of the head. “I, uh, I mean, Seungcheol? What? He would hate it. He hates not being in control. I, oh, look, the server is coming with our food. I think?” Soonyoung lowered his head, taking the cup in his hand as he placed his lips onto the straw. Staring at the ripple of water in his cup.

Uncertain to what Soonyoung meant by quote Seungcheol hates not being in control. Thinking back on the time spent with him, it dawns on you that Soonyoung is right. Everything, even the little details, Seungcheol has to be right. Glancing over to the side, the server indeed was nearing the table with the tray of food. Not wanting to dwell on Seungcheol and his control habits, putting a pause on the issue. Watching Seungcheol’s and Soonyoung’s plate being set in front of you, as you realized that perhaps a salad and a meatless panini wasn’t the best choice. Lips frowning slightly at watching Soonyoung pick up his triple stacked burger in his hands, eyes wide at him taking a huge bite. Quickly glimpsing over to Seungcheol and seeing him cut his burger in half. Mouth still hung, involuntarily licking your lips and gulping at the sight of their plate.

“Y/n?” Soonyoung said. Placing his burger on his plate, gently wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Are you alright? You haven’t touched your salad?”

“Huh? Oh–” Blinking rather excessively, picking up the fork beside you as you stab a piece of arugula and spinach, smiling at Soonyoung and taking a bite of your salad. “No, my salad is great. Delicious and nutritious and totally not fattening.” Taking another bite of the salad. Softly humming and shaking your head delightfully.

“You're such a bad liar.” Seungcheol mumbled. Taking a few french fries from his tray as he dips them in the special ketchup sauce at the side. Lightly glimpsing upwards at you, seeing your puffed out cheeks and pouty lips he reached over your plate, grabbing the mushroom panini you had ordered and replacing it with a halved burger he had cut a moment ago.

Staring confused at Seungcheol’s action, reluctant to pick up that halved burger he placed on the plate. Eyes like saucer and mouth hung open at the sight of the beef patty, the bibb lettuce tucked underneath the bun, the caramelized onions, and the gooey gouda cheese. With a light tremble of the lip, your eyes continue to stare at the juicy halved burger on the plate. “I can’t. I am trying to diet for my best friend’s wedding. I am the maid of honor, I can’t gain too much weight.” Sighing softly, you push the plate towards Seungcheol with a shake of the head. “Thanks. But the salad and mushroom panini I ordered is good.” Taking the fork from the side as you stab a few lettuce pieces together.

“Stop being stubborn. I already cut it in half, are you really going to waste food like this?” Seungcheol giving a glower look in your direction. Pushing the plate back in the spot in front of you. “Just eat it. Or do you want me to feed it to you?” A sly smirk on his lip, Seungcheol leaned back against the leather cushion of the dining booth. His arms crossed over his chest, softly flexing his biceps. Though he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, it still did wonders with the way the fabric cling onto his arms and a visible outline of his biceps. His wide hands comfortably resting on each side. Lightly gnawing on your bottom lip, and eyes gazing at his biceps far too long to see them flex underneath his sleeves. “So, is that a yes on me having to feed you?” Seungcheol leaned off of the seat, lowering his head to meet your gaze.

Mouth agape, staring at Seungcheol dumbfounded and speechless. The corner of his lip twitching upwards in a smirk. Clearing your throat softly, shaking your head at the questionable question. “N-no. I don’t need you to feed me.” Grabbing onto the halved burger, glancing between the burger and Seungcheol as you take a tentative bite. Subconsciously shutting your eyes at the flavor of the patty, and the soft grilled garlic smashed in between the patty. “Mhmm,” moaning involuntarily at the burst of flavors from the bite. “Oh…my…gawd!”

Seungcheol gulps visibly, his eyes slightly hooded at the sound of your moan. Trying to calm his heart, he watches you take another bite of the halved burger. Controlling his breathing from how sexy and cute you looked; the shape of your mouth as you chewed on the burger to your dainty eyelashes. His heart rate seemingly accelerated at the sight as he held back his internal desires, since the two of you weren’t alone. Glancing away to look at anything besides you, Seungcheol, grabbed onto the other half of the burger on his plate, distracting himself in any way as much as possible. Meanwhile, on his side, Soonyoung gazes side to side, having noticed the tense posture that Seungcheol had when he saw you taking the bite of the hamburger. Skeptical but also way over his head, Soonyoung watches how oblivious you were with your hamburger while Seungcheol was deep in a one-way staring contest. "Should I report this to the others? But how much is needed to be reported and is it worth it?" Contemplating on his thoughts, Soonyoung leans forward, taking a drink of his cola. “I guess it should be fine? They aren’t really doing anything, besides the occasional weird glance at one another.”

A big sigh, and a big smile after finishing the halved hamburger. Taking a couple napkins from the side to wipe your lips and your fingers. “That was actually really delicious. So, thanks for sharing your hamburger. Now I feel bad that I ate almost all of it.” Glancing over at Seungcheol, your lips softly in a pout. Noticing your uneaten mushroom panini still in front of you. Grabbing hold of the plastic knife beside the tray, as you cut the panini in half. “I should at least reciprocate, since you did, voluntarily offer the other half of your hamburger.” Unsure of the use of the word “voluntarily” since he sort of didn't and it was more of a command. Pushing the plate with the halved mushroom panini towards Seungcheol as you didn't want to change the word that you used, knowing that Seungcheol would say something snarky back.

Seungcheol stared at the sandwich warily, his brow raised in skepticism. Eyeing the sandwich and back at you with his brow scrunch upwards. “It was never meant to be voluntary. I offered on my own accord and I am not going to take your half of the sandwich. I still have my fries.” Taking a few pieces off of his tray as he places it into his mouth. “You need more of the nutrients for the work that you are doing.” Staring at him with your head tilted, lips pressed tight from his statement. His hand softly grazed against the sole of your foot, slipping the heel back onto your foot that he had taken off of you a while ago.

“Well...too bad, I can't eat all of it and if I do, I end up looking bloated. So you have to take it. No backsy.” Furrowing your brows slightly at the childish word you used. Backsy. Remembering all the times when you and Chan were little and fought over things, how one person would use the word and the fighting would stop for the time being. “If I become fat, it is all your fault. Are you going to take responsibility for that?”

Seungcheol’s mind lingered, a faint smirk playing on his lips, imagining you getting fat which led his imagination to something else. His smirk fading and his eyes squinting at a sudden thought, going back to the night you guys had sex. Softly tilting his head, another thought occurred to him, his mind wandering beyond if you could possibly be pregnant. He usually has condoms with him, but that was when he was active in the sexual scene, lately after his incident at the last street event he hasn’t been feeling up for such activities. Until recently, with you. Coming back from his wandering mind, Seungcheol licked his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest. “Take responsibility for you if you get fat? Absolutely. You are talking about getting big from me feeding you or from me feeding you?” Softly winking in your direction.

Mouth and eyes widened at what he said, lips tightly shut as you processed what he meant. Getting big from him feeding you? “Ya! Choi Seungcheol!” You shout. Face furiously blushing at what he meant. You couldn't be pregnant, it was only one night of sex and you were sure you weren't on that stage yet. Although, maybe you were? Getting pregnant from one night of sex, a possibilty, the screws in your mind turning at the thought of going back on the little pill. Seungcheol stared longingly, softly chuckling at seeing your astound facial feature. “What? What are you so amuse about? About me getting fat?” Glowering in his direction, as you turned your head away, cheeks puffed out in agitation. “Get that image out of your head.”

“Aww, baby is upset because I said I would take responsibility if you ever get fat? I would. I am going to be the cause of it, so I might as well take responsibility.” Seungcheol straightened his posture from his seat, leaning closer towards you as he reached his arm out, taking your chin in between his fingers. “Don't look away. Even if you get a food belly, you're still going to be as gorgeous as ever.” Seungcheol decided it would be better to go in that direction than the other he was thinking about. He could never imagine you being pregnant all because of him, and it was just one night of sex. Though the notion of a little you slash him growing inside your belly seems thrilling, it also terrified him greatly. He isn’t ready to be a dad, with the reputation he holds in the street racing community, being a father isn’t on his agenda. Not wanting to push this further, he grabbed onto the sandwich, waving it in front of you with a sarcastic grin. “Happy?”

“Very much. That was all you had to do anyways, you didn’t have to filibuster your way to it.” Softly chuckling, you stick your tongue out slightly at him in mockery. Knowing that you won yourself a battle of wits, or well whatever this whole debacle of a conversation was. “I had a nibble on my half earlier, I think the chef added truffle oil to the sandwich.” Eyes glancing away from Seungcheol, feeling somewhat flustered from the confidence– even though confidence comes easily to you, having done meetings at your work multiple times with a breeze. The confidence in front of Seungcheol was different, his piercing gaze and his tone of voice that could melt you into a puddle.

“Oh, yeah, the chef does use truffle oil on his sandwiches. It’s his signature trademark. And the best part about this diner, the donuts. They make it fresh and warm, so when you take a bite of the donut, it is still warm and soft in your mouth. I’m gonna order us some.” Soonyoung chirped up from the side. Your eyes averted over to him and all realization comes crashing back that you weren’t having lunch alone with Seungcheol. “You have to try it Y/n, the donuts here are delicious when they come out straight from the deep fryer, all still warm and soft.” Soonyoung stood from his seat, walking away towards the bar counter to order the donuts. Leaving you alone at the table with Seungcheol and with that, you have run out of things to talk about with him that won’t make your heart go crazy.

Seungcheol softly cleared his throat, his eyes glancing into his cup of water. “Are you going to go on that second date?” He asks hesitantly, as he finishes off the fries on his tray.

Taken by surprise at his question, you fiddle with the spork in between your fingers, unsure on how to respond to Seungcheol’s question as you also don’t know if you want to go on the second date with Minhyun. Despite having a good time, your head and heart were in two different directions. Your head saying “yes” while your heart saying “no”. And that other thing that Seungcheol said, making your heart and mind confused with anger. Does he want you to go on the date or does he not want you to? “Should I?” Glancing softly upwards at him and softly poking around the salad greens in the bowl. “I haven’t messaged or called Minhyun yet. He said it was okay if I took my time to reach out to him.”

“Don’t.” Seungcheol softly spoke, clearly his throat, tilting his head upwards as he made eye contact with yours. “I meant as in, don’t message or call him. Was your first date really that memorable? I’m just saying but I bet I could make a first date way more memorable and exciting.” Taking the end bits of the fries, Seungcheol finishes off his food. Swiping a napkin from the side, he wipes his fingers and then his mouth.

Flabbergasted at what he said, as it all sounded like a demand of sorts. Softly tapping your heel on the tile floor, you consider Seungcheol’s ridiculous demand. “So, let’s say that I said yes to whatever you just did. Where would we go and exactly how would you make it memorable and exciting?”

“It will be a surprise. That’s what dates are supposed to be anyways. A surprise packed with excitement that will leave you with an unforgettable memory. Do you even remember your date with Minhyun?”

That cocky attitude that Seungcheol is exuding is really, somewhat, pissing you off. The tapping of your heel against the tile floor grows erratic with annoyance. Lips softly pouted and your head tilting slightly to the side, watching him in front of you. “So…?” You hum lightly, squinting your eyes as you think of the next words to say, ‘cause lord knows you will say something ridiculous if you didn’t think it first. “What you are proposing is that you can make a date way more memorable and excitable? Correct me if I am wrong. And I know you don't like to be wrong.” Seungcheol’s eyes bore into yours’ and the way his posture remained leaned against the cushion of the dining booth felt empowering. His brow raised menacingly and his bulging biceps hidden in his black tee shirt. Softly, and trying not to show any signs of it, you let out a low breath.

Seungcheol shook his head lightly, a twinge at the corner of his lips that had a full display of a smirk. "You aren't wrong." He simply says, keeping his posture the same against the booth seat. "I meant what I meant. Describe to me what Minhyun's date was like and I can guarantee that what I have in mind for a date is far exciting."

Gritting your teeth at hearing Seungcheol's ridiculousness, or well to you it was. Seeing how unbothered and intimidating he looked from across the table, a sudden idea, a bad one but nonetheless you're going to risk it anyways. "Honestly, the first date with Minhyun, I guess it doesn't count. Since it was an initial meet up that my friend set up. So, I might have to get back to you on that when I do go on an official date with Minhyun." Smiling at seeing Seungcheol's demeanor change as you lightly gnaw on your bottom lip. Keeping his gaze on you, you felt the heated tension rise in your body and maybe other places too but that doesn't matter now. Your heart was racing at his prolonged stare. The way it made you unstable and questioning all sorts of intellectual thoughts. His deep brown eyes are at fault, like starting into an abyss.

"I got the donuts!" Soonyoung announces himself, a box in his hands as he walks back to the table. Unaware of the heated tension between you and Seungcheol. "And they are still piping hot, perfect with some ice coffee." He glances between the both of you, not sure what the staring contest is all about.

Revving out of the stare, softly gasping at how long you had your gaze on Seungcheol. Turning your head to meet Soonyoung's confused and excited expression. "Ice coffee with hot donuts does sound like a great dessert choice." Keep your head where it is, as the risk of looking at Seungcheol will break something inside. Shuffling inside your purse, and taking your wallet out to bring out your credit card. "Thanks for lunch Soonyoung. Let me at least pay for half of it." Waving your credit card in between your fingers. Seungcheol stood up, grabbing your credit card from your fingers. Side stepping out of the booth seat, he makes his way to your side of the seat and places your card back in your purse.

"I got it. Keep your money to yourself. I will meet you guys back in the car." Seungcheol took out his wallet from his back pocket, walking away from the table before you could protest or do anything.

"Ok!" Soonyoung saluted him, watching you with your mouth agape. "Well, you heard the man. He will meet us back in the car. And we can stop by Starbucks to get some ice coffee to go with our donuts." He lightly pulled out his hand in front of you, taking it instinctively into your hand, then both of you walked out of the diner and towards his car. The inevitable was hanging between Soonyoung's mind and his mouth. Should he confront what the whole staring contest was or should he forget about it? He may be a little dim-witted, but the staring felt more like it should have been. Ignoring his mind, as he didn't want to pursue what might not even be true. Without the others to assist.

Back at the garage, your mind was still processing at Seungcheol, paying for your lunch. Head held high, you stepped in front of him. "Okay. Listen and let me finish. I always pay back what other offers, and you denied my card so you could pay all by yourself. Well, I'm letting it go. At least let me pay for something." Seungcheol stared down at your features, you weren't that short but then again he wasn't that tall either.

"You really aren't going to let this go?" He questions. Lowering his head slightly and closer to you. "In exchange for me paying for all of our lunches…" he paused. Thinking of something and Hoon came to mind, his sickening threat and you in any sorts of danger. "Let me upgrade your car." Confused at his request, you let out a light laughter.

"I'm sorry for laughing. An upgrade on my car? I'm sorry I don't need my car to be super fast." Unable to contain your laugh, you continue to chuckle and grin at his request. Seeing Seungcheol's unchanged expression, you stopped laughing. "What upgrade are you talking about?"

"I'm not planning on boosting your car. Just minor interior grades, maybe tint your windows, and buff out the paint on your car. Nothing much. Should take up to a week." Seungcheol shrugged. "You can take my car as a replacement. Your choice of car, the Bugatti or the Mercedes."

"Oh–" interrupted by a notification ping from your phone alerting you to get back to work. "The Mercedes is fine." Grabbing your car key out of your purse as you hand it over to Seungcheol. "I am going to pay for these upgrades. Right?"

"We will see." He winked, taking your car key into his hand. "If you follow me to my office, I will get you the key to the car you will be driving." Following Seungcheol to his office, you glimpse down at your watch. Sprinting onward to catch up with him, colliding into his back from having not noticed he stopped. "Oof," stepping lightly back, your eyes end up gawking at his wide shoulders. Reminding you of that night, your fingers grazing against his shoulders and down his back as his length pounds the light out of you. Staring into space at the sudden remembrance, you don't notice Seungcheol facing forward with a pair of keys dangling in between his fingers. The amusement on his face at seeing your spaced out expression.

"If you are done ogling me, here is the key to my Bugatti." Seungcheol interjects, waving the key in front of your face. Pulling out of your spaced out thought at the word "Bugatti" you blink and step back from him.

"Bugatti? I…wait, I said I will take your Mercedes. Seungcheol–" you begin to protest, softly huffing as he intercepts the rest of your banter. "Just take it. The Bugatti is safer, just don't press the NOS button." He chuckles, placing the keys in your palm. "A week. Or a week and a half, depending on when the shipments get here. Y/n, please." Your mind halted at the sudden use of the word please. Seungcheol always has this intimidating aura to him and now hearing him pleading with you, felt new as your heart began thundering again. Nodding your head quietly, you clasp your fingers around the key. "Alright. Thank you, Seungcheol." Meeting with his gaze again, instead of drowning in his eyes like you usually do, you saw a light speck in his eyes. Turning around to head back to work because one, work and two, Seungcheol's eyes always made you think of crazy things to do.

"Oh, Y/n!" Seungcheol exclaimed before you got out the door. Lightly turning around to face him, a playful grin on his lips. "Chan is not allowed to drive my Bugatti. Just you and only you. Take care." You chuckled at his words. Nodding your head with a quick response of "Got it".

I'm back from the dead! And I am sorry. But I got the ball rolling again and will be posting frequently-ish again :D trying to write shorter and trying to not add a bunch random detailed shit because I tend to do that a lot.

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