Evan Lee Heeseung.HEEJAKE.bl.Gay

The night is sticky with heat and gasoline, the asphalt shining under the streetlights like it was just poured with oil. The crowd hums, music somewhere in the distance clashes with the roar of engines. This place isn’t for normal people, and Jake understands that a minute after Ni-ki literally drags him by the sleeve.

— If I die here, it’s your fault, — Jake mutters, looking around like he was brought not to a race, but to some underground fight.

— Relax, — Ni-ki is glowing like a fanatic. — You’re about to see legends.

— I already see idiots with a car complex.

Ni-ki doesn’t answer, because at that moment all attention shifts to the center of the track. Sunoo is standing there. And Jake actually freezes for a second. Wide jeans sliding down his hips, a tight shirt wrapping around his body so you can see his waist, light hair, a face… too pretty to fit into this dirty picture.

— Is that a…guy? —* Jake asks quietly.*

— Yeah, and better not ask dumb questions out loud, — Ni-ki snorts. — That’s Sunoo. He starts the races.

Sunoo raises the flag, and the crowd instantly goes silent, like someone muted the world.And that’s when it appears. A red Ferrari. And behind the wheel — Heeseung. The car stops sharply, almost arrogantly. The door opens, and he steps out like all this noise is just background for him. Tall, relaxed, with that lazy smirk, like he’s already beaten everyone here before the start.

Jake snorts: — And that’s why everyone’s drooling?

— Look closer, —* Ni-ki says quietly.*

And Jake looks.At that moment, Heeseung catches someone’s gaze, first looking into their eyes, then at their lips, then back again, and the person just loses it. Easily. Without effort.

— Fuck… — Jake exhales. — Okay. I kind of get it.

And as if he felt that, Heeseung turns his head. And looks straight at him.

Jake immediately squints:

— Why is he staring?

— Congrats, — Ni-ki smirks.