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@♠ park jinyoung Seeing the way the boy froze after he accused him, Hyunwoo felt a bit guilty to be honest because the look on the boy's face showed that he really didn't do anything, and Hyunwoo felt like a moron just like the boy called him for actually accusing him. What was he thinking anyway, he knew Jinyoung....He used to love Jinyoung, why would he think that the boy would actually go all the way of trying to kill him, he honestly didn't know why he reacted that way, it was just the first thing that came into his mind, and now thinking about it he should totally think before he talks from now on, because he realized how much of a stupid he must have sounded like.

Seeing the boy reaching out and grabbing his collar, Hyunwoo didn't react because now he knows he was at fault, so he just thought that it may be better to just let the boy do whatever he wants until he calms down, he already know how much a short temper the boy is, and accusing him for something like this surely pissed him off.Being pushed against the wall gently, he really thought that he deserved to be pushed harder, even though he was in a lot of pain at the moment he really didn't care that much, he just hoped that he didn't have any scars on his face and things like that because he doesn't want to be questioned by his parents, and the fact that he had to go to the company tomorrow only made things worst. "Jin~ah......Mianhie" he said sorry, knowing that he blamed the boy for something he didn't do at all.

Watching Jinyoung walk away, Hyunwoo sighed as he sat down on the floor, not being able to hold his body up anymore. Running his hand through his hair, he wondered what came into him to think such things. Sniffing, he wiped the tears forming in his eyes and sighed, hoping that the boy already went away, because he doesn't want to face him anymore, feeling ashamed of himself. Feeling sharp pain in his whole body, he thought that it may be better to go to the hospital after all. Trying to stand up from his current place, he wondered if the others will come look for him, but honestly he didn't want them to. Slowly limping his way with his hand on his stomach not sure where he's going, he pulled out his phone thanking god that it's still working, thinking of calling a taxi or something like that.

@♠ park jinyoung Coughing as he tried to walk as far away from the car, he heard a car stopping not far from him, but to be honest he didn't care at the moment, all what mattered to him was the fact that he just lost and almost lost his life along the way, and the fact that his car turned into a total mess and may not be able to be repaired only made him more angry. Now that he thinks about it for a second, he was more than sure that his car had been messed with, because let's face it, he repaired it yesterday and everything was fine when he had a race that day, why would it crash this way all of the sudden? It just didn't make sense to him that his car just happened to crash when he had a race with Jinyoung, it just made things really suspicious to him to be honest.

Feeling an arm wrap around his waist, he looked up at the person, and pulled away after he saw who it was "Stay away from you....You " he spat as he tried pulling himself as far away from Jinyoung as he can, but the fact that his leg may be injured didn't help at all since he couldn't walk that well at all. Glaring at the boy as he turned at him, he just couldn't help but wonder if the boy was the one after all of this "You did this, didn't you? You're the one who messed with my car....The brakes weren't working...." he accused the boy as he pointed at him "Do you really want me to be dead? I almost crashed into the wall with such a speed I would have died for sure" he added, feeling somehow hurt to be honest because he didn't know why would the boy go as far as trying to kill him, especially after everything they have been together. Sure they broke up and all, but it wasn't like they hated each other....Right? To be honest Hyunwoo doesn't hate Jinyoung, not at all, sure they broke up in bad terms and everything but he doesn't hate him, so the fact that the other may tried to mess with his car made him hurt.

"Did you want to win against me that bad? Going as far as trying to kill me?" he added as he bit on his lower lip, feeling tears fill his eyes as he tried his best not to cry, because he knows too well how pathetic he would look if he suddenly started crying. He didn't want to cry, it was embarrassing for him to do that in front of people, especially in front of Jinyoung, he rather let anyone else see him cry but not Jinyoung, he can't let the other see his weak side, he was already hurt a lot before when he showed that side to the other.

@♠ bang sungjoon The smell of burnt rubber lingered in his nose, sounds of screeching tires and screeching spectators swimming around him as yet again several sleek cars sped past at illegal speeds. Meto just sat at the side on a bench, legs crossed and eyebrows furrowed. He had a headache. He didn't want to be involved in all this, but it would be rude to decline an invitation to a race where one's own gang was participating in. He was expected to come, but to be honest he didn't really feel like he was a 'real' member of the gang and he didn't think the others felt differently about him. After all, Meto was planning to return to Iceland after 4 months. This... was just temporary. And thank god for that. What Koreans took as entertainment was embarrassing. Street racing? You're just stepping on the gas pedal and running over old grandmas. Offroad, now THAT's something cool. And also his favourite activity back in his birth country so he's rather biased towards it. But offroad in South Korea is close to impossible. He sighed softly to himself and peered up at the racing track once more. What a waste of time. Frankly, he knew of quite a few things he'd rather be doing. But alas...

Meto pursed his lips slightly and then reached to his side, for the bag he'd clipped to his belt. It was a bag in form of a stuffed teddybear and one opened it by ping it's head, much like when decapitating. He loved that bag and had even given it a name. He fished out a small mirror first and checked his make-up meticulously - nothing better to do after all. Yes, he wore make-up. On a regular basis in fact. Meto was wearing leather pants with 8cm heeled boots, making his total height reach 173. On top, he was wearing a ragged and stylishly torn black top with an over-sized theme. Casual goth. His long blonde hair was done half up half down today and fell to his hip bone. Until he was 16 years old, Meto had still been a serious cross-dresser, now he settled for uni. But in Korea as he'd noticed, it wasn't all too weird for a guy to dress in an androgynous way. In Iceland it was far more alien, but where he'd lived his mom and her eccentric ways were legendary. Meto and his dresses really couldn't top that.

Regardless, he was still bored out of his mind. And what does one do when one is bored out of one's mind? Fantasize. And so he did just that. He crossed his legs, closed his eyes and slipped away into the land of daydreams, full of rifles, reindeers, volcanoes, hot springs, 4WD and of course his mom. I'm not sure if it's right to see he's a mommy's boy... Okay no, he totally is a mommy's boy.

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@♠ park jinyoung Running his hand through his hair, Hyunwoo glanced out of his window, looking at the boy in the car beside him being ready to try and beat him, and Hyunwoo would have been fine with that because he was sure that he would be able to win, but the only problem was in the person that he was going to race with. To be honest he never cared about who he's racing with because all what mattered to him was winning, but now that he was told who it was, he just didn't feel right. "From all the people why did it have to be him" he whined to himself. "I should totally tell his parents about this" he added, mumbling to himself. Being busy mumbling to himself about how bad he's luck the leader of his crew approached him, saying that he should just be calm and drive like he usually does, but to be honest he couldn't do that at the moment.

As the guy between their cars gave the signal, Hyunwoo drove away slowly picking up his speed as his car and Jinyoung's were right beside each other. As he noticed that the other took a bit of head before him, he automatically picked up his own speed when his car started shaking out of nowhere. Not having much control over his car anymore, he tried his best hitting the brackets which didn't work out at all. Biting on his lower lip as he felt nervous, he was really left with not much of options because he was about to hit a wall at the moment. Turning the wheel and trying to stop the car, he felt it turning for a few times then hit the wall with the passenger side making his head bang on the wheel as the air bags came out.

Raising his head up, he immediately felt pain in his neck. Taking off his seat belt, he cough from the smoke as he slowly opened the door, and made his way out of the car, limping his way out, feeling himself being self conscious at the moment.

@♠ kim jongin /I scoffed, rolling my eyes without hesitation/ I'm much better behind the wheel then waving a flag around.

/I shook my head is disbelief, sneering in annoyance. Not being able to see your expression only made the sneer worst. I stood up straight, biting down on my tongue to keep me from saying the million of vulgarities in my mind./
Does it look like I want that? I'm not sure if you heard me say the word was, but I'm much more of a fan of myself now.

/I placed a hand over my heart, pretending to be hurt by your words. I spoke sarcastically, a smirk on my lips / Ouch, that actually stung a bit. But if you must go back to work, I'd much rather admire your then look at your face. Or your eyes since you're obviously trying to keep me from seeing the rest of your face.

@♣ lee taemin /I looked over at you, holding myself not to roll my eyes at you once you leaned on the car./
Why don't you become a flagmen? It would suit you really well.

/I commented before leaning in to place a finger under your chin, a smile hidden under my mask./

Really? then do you want my autograph sweetheart? Maybe a ride in the back of my car? /I felt the need to tease you as I saw how easy you seemed although it may not be the case, stepping back to show I had no actual interest in you./

I'm sorry, but I won't be showing you my face, now or ever. Why don't you go see your own fans instead of acting like one, hm Taemin? /I raised a brow while crossing my arms, obviously showing that you are distracting me and I'd like you to stop./

@♠ kim jongin If you don't love yourself, who will? /I looked away from you, eyes staring at a spot on the ground as my lips fell into a frown. Before I look back up at you, I collect myself, pulling a smile back/

The sass keeps people at a distance. People don't take you seriously here if you're nice. I learned that the hard way. Maybe you could learn a bit from me. /I smirked, wickedly, crossing my arms over my chest/

I'm in a good mood, so I'll ignore the second part and take the compliment. Thank you, Jongin. /I chuckled as you walked away, following slowly behind with a mischievous glint in my eyes. I leaned on the car, blinking innocently at you/

I really wish I could see your entire face. I do remember you being quite the looker. Dare I say, I was actually quite a big fan.

@♣ lee taemin Everyone but me. /I corrected as I pinched the bridge of my nose, holding my laugh./

You seriously didn't change, how can someone be so full of themselves? /I snorted, walking a few steps closer to you;; my eyes fixating your features./

Yeah, you have a pretty face and all- but damn, you need to loose the sass. /my teeth tugging at my lower lip under my mask, actually being caught off by your close up looks./

You actually look better, good for you- it was hard to look at you before. /I commented before walking back to the car I was working on, all attention on you dropped./

@♠ kim jongin Why shut my mouth when people love my voice? That would be a crime! I wouldn't dare put people through the pain of not hearing me speak.

/I scrunched my nose, taking in deep breaths. The distinct smell of sweaty bodies and the unmistakable smell of hit me. Trying to play it off cool, I laughed, keeping the grimace off of my face/

Okay, you have a point. It reeks out and drugs, but it's not that bad. The least you could do is let the world see that handsome face of yours. Or have you suddenly became a gremlin?

/I grinned at you, childishly/

A brat? A brat! I'm not a brat, first off. Secondly, I am racing now. No more standing in the sidelines. Well, maybe today, but I'm hot stuff now like you were. How about you? Still grumpy, I see.

@♠ byun baekhyun /once stopping nearby the other racers, he jumps off and goes to talk to some of s, dismissing some ideas and advices from them;
I don't need this, you guys know very well that i work by myself.
When is that goddamn race starting, by the way?
/is starting to get annoyed by the delay as he takes a look around, then spotting your figure once again, rolling eyes to himself in disapproval;
As if.. /he clicks his tongue while turning his attention to s, then pulls out his phone to check the current time;
Well, they're kinda late.

@♣ lee taemin /I raised a brow, crossing my arms. I wondered if you could really recognize me, can't ignore the mask covering half my face. I rolled my eyes, nodding./

Yes, is that really a question?

/I asked before clapping my hands together, nodding my head; the irritation only growing bigger once you called my mask a style, not that I chose it for a style but reasons I hated remembering, of course you had to ask to make me remember; I looked at your hand, looking back at you before tsking./

do you ever think of shutting your mouth sometimes? I just prefer wearing a mask, did you smell this place? It's disgusting, it's the least I can do to bear it.

/I lied, shrugging a little before pointing my chin lightly at you./

What are you up to? Being a brat as always aren't ya?

@♠ kim jongin Y-you know me?

/I leaned in closer, trying to figure out where i knew the guy from. Just be looking in his eyes, I knew exactly who he was. I smiled brightly, ignoring his discomfort with ease. Letting out a hearty chuckle, I laid a hand on his shoulder/

Jongin? Is that really you? Man, I didn't even recognize you. It's been ages since I've last seen you. I see you've adapted a new style with the mask and all. What's up with it?

/tilts head slightly in curiosity as i dropped my hand in fear of it being chopped off. Knowing the old Jongin, he'd probably do it. I stared at the mask, wondering whether or not to continue bothering him about it/

@♣ oh sehun -
/he can still hear you over the voices of his
members, which pisses him off as he turns his head
to glance in your direction, wanting to just snap
at you and break your neck for being so cocky, but
instead, he tries his best to stay calm and ignores
your comment, as hard as it is, only for your own
sake./ exactly. . . i don't talk to peasants. /he
mumbles to himself at your few words before watching
as you get back in your car and judging you from
afar as he then turns his attention back to s,
trying his best to tell them what they have to do and
what they shouldn't if they want to win the race, only
to get in his own car afterwards to follow the road you
just took before parking his mclaren there and taking
in a deep breath; he gets out after a few seconds of
being seated in his vehicle, only to make his way in
front of it and sit down on the hood./ ah- it's not the
time to fool around, you're going to race in less than
a minute, loser. get in place! /he ruffles the back of
his hair in annoyance as he speaks to one of his racers,
soon rubbing his forehead before leaning back, ready to
just watch the show, well aware that you're not too far
from where he is./

@♠ byun baekhyun /he secretly chuckles to self as he notices your reaction upon seeing his figure, pulling off a expression of a bastard as he wiggles the keys on his index finger;
Ohh, of course. Can't you tell by my face how happy i am to see you?
/he huffs softly using a total ironic tone while looking at you with a complete straight face, breaking eye contact afterwards;
Well, that's something i can't help, to be honest. /replies straight away while looking around in hope to see s;
Oh sure, i forgot you're the main who doesn't talk to peasants, right? /a mocking laugh escape his lips as he does the joke, already knowing your next reaction because he's quite used to tease you in the worst possible ways;
Don't worry, it won't take too long.
/he finishes and once again plops into his car before making his way to the exact spot where the race will happen;

@♣ oh sehun -
/as he's looking away from you, he can still
hear your words, making him clench his jaw as he
turns his head to glance back at you, feeling
his veins boiling already because of your presence,
which he obviously dislikes./ aren't you pleased
to see me here, sehun? /a fake smile takes place
upon pale features before disappearing after only
a second of being in place./ don't be an ,
would you? i'm not in the mood to play around
with basic people. /he mutters, pushing a hand in
the pocket of his pants to take his phone out and
open the message he just received about one of his
members who's going to be late, saying not to wait
for him./ that's just great. /he sighs to himself
and scratches the back of his head before looking
back up and looking around, motioning for his
members to come closer so he can speak to them
about the race that's about to start./

@♠ byun baekhyun /looking through the screen of his phone, he checks out the time and realizes he's somewhat late for the race meeting, but doesn't care at all since he's always late for everything he goes;
/he soon arrives at the place, driving his black bugatti in a slow pace once he drives between the other cars and people, then stops in a perfect visible place, catching some attention around;
/turns off the car before stepping out and closing the tiny door behind him, running his slender fingers through his bleached locks then takes a few steps around and leans against his own vehicle, crossing his arms as he lifts up a brow while looking around for s;
/upon noticing your figure, he lets out a quiet scoff, looking at your face with a uninterested expression;
Look who's there.

@♣ oh sehun -
/getting out of his white mclaren, baekhyun lifts
a hand up to run lithe digits through his hair, slightly
ruffling it before taking in a deep breath and closing
the door behind himself once he's straight on his feet;
his eyes wander over his surroundings for a moment as
he tries to see who's already here for the race, and
who isn't- it seems like most of s are ready,
yet the other team is still missing a few people, which
makes him groan to himself in annoyance; he doesn't
really want to wait after people he despises because he
is one to always be there on time whenever he has meetings
and races to attend to and he hates wasting his time, no
matter for what reason it might be./ the are they-
/he grumbles under his breath, turning around and trying
to see if maybe the cars will be arriving from the other
side and as soon as he notices you, not too far from where
he's standing, he narrows his eyes and almost instantly
avoids your gaze, not really in the mood to talk to you
nor anyone right now./

@♣ lee taemin /as I was taking break, I went in a corner, pulling my mask down as I took a couple gulps from my beer, then going back to my work. My ears burning with fire as I heard an ignorant comment, obviously pointed towards me. I turned around, tsk'ing as I recognize the face of my old mate./

Lee taemin. What is it that you want from me?

/I asked with despise, my grip on my tool tightening as I tried to keep my breathing even. I hadn't seen that old mate in decades, it was funny to see that he hadn't changed at all, still so sassy looking just by appearance./

@♠ kim jongin /surrounded by a group of racers and the average groupies, I stared lazily past a tall curvy woman who, despite my lack of interest, continued to speak to me. I nodded, too annoyed to even respond to whatever she was saying. Quietly excusing myself, I slipped away without another word, plucking a cigarette from behind my ear. I lit it up, taking a big puff before handing it off to a groupie. I quickly pushed through the crowd to get to where the action was./

/stopping in front of a bunch of technicians fixing cars, I carefully scanned the crowd out of curiosity. A slight chuckle escaped my lips as I noticed a man with a mask covering half of his face working on a car. As interesting as he seemed, I tried to hold myself back from walking over and asking a stupid question. I bite down on my lip, letting my curiosity get the better of me as I walked towards the mysterious person. I cleared my throat loudly before speaking/

It's pretty dark out. I'm sure if you're hiding from someone they wouldn't even know you are here considering there a load of people here.

@♣ lee taemin /arriving on my motorcycle, I got off once parked and took off my helmet, placing it on
my seat before taking my personal tool bag that I usually carry around with me, especially
when it comes to events like this one. I looked around at the craziness that happened around, loud dubstep, people drinking, I couldn't deny the I smelled even through my mask. I placed the back of my hand on my nose, walking towards my team's usual spot, giving a greeting head nod to everyone, not usually the talkative type./

/doing some check ups on all the cars, changing engine oil for some of our racers; I pulled my denim jacket off, throwing it on a dusty couch nearby then continuing my work before the race would start./