Omg Pls Continue Slow Down (jake)!! I Absolutely Love Chase Atlantic And Your Idea For This Story, I
omg pls continue slow down (jake)!! I absolutely love Chase Atlantic and your idea for this story, I would love as a reader to continue reading it :D
hi!!! i'm addicted to the songs of chase atlantic too, some edits on tiktok pushed me towards this idea for jake. thanks for encouraging me, i'll definitely be continuing writing, i hope you enjoy reading on 🫶🏻
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where is the continuation of slow down? 😔
it's on its way, i promise! i know i posted 2 stories earlier, but slow down is being worked on at full speed 🥺🫶🏻
racer!heeseung will always ALWAYS A-L-W-A-Y-S be one of my weakest points 😮💨🙏🏻😩
AM I WRONG FOR CRAVING ILLEGAL CAR RACER ShyBestfriend!HEESEUNG WITH UNDERCUT, LEATHER JACKET who notices you standing next to your shitty boyfriend who came to watch the race but dragged you with him. You're shocked to find your best friend in this situation, and before the race even begins, he stares at you—no, STARES at you—gets into his supercar, gives you a sly wink, and then takes off at top speed. And after winning, he chooses you to be 'one of his girls' for tonight, linking his hand with yours, dragging you into his car, as you boyfriend watches helpless. (can I be 🌸anon please 🥺?)
NO STOP BC I LOVE THIS??? LIKE HELLO?? this is perfect??? street racer heeseung is a WEAKNESSSSSS. also yes of course you can be 🌸 anon🩷
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one of your girls tonight: lee heeseung
pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 1.3k
The last thing both you and Heeseung thought you’d see tonight was, well, each other.
Heeseung had just pulled his leather jacket on his body and zipped it up when he glanced out into the crowd and saw you standing there looking right back at him, eyes wide and filled with surprise.
What were you doing here?
It was the question both of you were asking each other at this moment.
Heeseung apologizes with his eyes, pleading with you to forgive him, but you aren’t being so forgiven.
You pulled your phone from your back pocket, sending a flurry of text messages to your best friend.
You: WHAT THE F U C K LEE HEESEUNG You: When were you going to tell me you raced ILLEGALLY?!? You: You’re so fucking dead after this race. Heeseung: oops?
You sent daggers in his direction, dropping your eyes back to your phone and thumbs typing fast.
Heeseung honestly was trying to not laugh and smirk at you, seeing you being so protective over him was pulling at his heartstrings.
Heeseung: Before you send whatever paragraph about being pissed off at me, I am sorry I kept this a secret. Heeseung: But why the fuck are YOU here? You: bf likes these races…dragged me alone.
Heeseung didn’t respond after that, locking his phone and shoving it back into his pocket.
You glanced back up at your best friend, worry written all over your face. The Heeseung you knew was anything but an illegal racer. He was shy and clingy to your side at the college or when you’d both be out and about. So to see him in this setting…
“Who would have thought it,” your boyfriend snickers, wrapping his arm over your shoulders, “Didn’t think Lee would be into illegal racing.”
Heeseung glared at your boyfriend and how close he was standing next to you. He never liked him, he was terrible to you and treated you like shit. The number of times Heeseung wants to rip you from his grasp and show you what it feels to actually be in a loving relationship…
Heeseung was so in love with you that it made him crazy. Your boyfriend knew it too. He knew Heeseung raced and hated him just as much. He brought you here on purpose.
The officials for the race started shouting orders for every racer to get ready. Heeseung ran his hand through his hair, pulling back the front pieces to reveal his undercut that made every female in the crowd go crazy.
You wanted to bite each of their heads off for screaming for him. Because deep down, you were in love with him too. Heeseung was a good-looking man, you don’t blame them for being weak in the knees for him.
The other racers started pointing at other females in the crowd, picking who they would take home with them after the race. Heeseung just scoffs at them as he stands beside his car, ready to climb in before looking back into the crowd at you, seeing how your boyfriend was clinging to you but your eyes were on him—HIM—not your boyfriend.
Heeseung knew what he had to do, but first, he needed to win the race.
So he climbed in, starting the car and mentally preparing himself. He’s won plenty of races before, but there was more on the line tonight than just winning: It was you.
A girl wearing a sexy skimpy outfit, walked into the middle of the street, waving her hands in the air with the flags blowing in the wind. She smiled wide, looking at each car.
Time slowed for Heeseung just then, he looked back into the crowd, staring directly at you. He smirks and gives you a wink, seeing out of his peripheral vision the girl waves the flags down, signaling for the race to start. He takes off at top speed, eyes now back on the road. Heeseung swears he saw you blushing before he looked away.
The track was like any normal circular track, except ya know, everyone was here on the track illegally. Heeseung just had to push forward, stay ahead of the crowd, and hug the inner corner of the track when he turned. His heart was pumping faster than it normally would, but how could it not? You were the prize.
Heeseung stayed ahead for most of the race, taking that corner with ease but his rival racer came up on his close, getting ahead by a few inches. Heeseung glances at the rival racer, seeing him smirking and laughing, giving Heeseung the middle finger.
He was pissed now, adding another reason to win this race.
They took the second corner. The clock was ticking. His heart was racing. You were waiting. You were waiting for him. You covered your hand over your mouth and glued your eyes on Heeseung’s car as he slowly gained up on the other driver inch by inch. The finish line was fast approaching, but it felt like a thousand years to you and Heeseung both.
Heeseung barely got a couple of inches ahead of the other driver, his car passing through the finish line first.
“FUCK YEAH!” Heeseung screams, bumping his fist into the roof of his car and turning into the grassy area spinning in one full circle before coming to a stop.
“Show off,” you mumbled to yourself, tears in your eyes. He did it. He won. And you got to witness it.
Heeseung climbed out of the window, watching as the rest of the racers fasted the finish line, then ran across the street.
You pushed your boyfriend off you, placing your hands on the cool railing of the fence, lifting your leg to it, and pushing yourself over. You felt it deep in your heart that Heeseung was running to you. His heart calling for you like yours was for him.
“YN!” your boyfriend yelled, trying to grab you by the belt loop of your jean shorts but barely missing.
Your feet had just touched the ground when Heeseung was two steps away and then none. His body crashed to yours, arms wrapped around your waist and lifting you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck in the same motion as his lips connecting to yours.
Heeseung’s fangirls cheered, and the other racers chanted his name. Heeseung never took home a girl after a race, but tonight was changing that. All because of you.
He felt dizzy standing here kissing his best friend—kissing you. It felt like a dream.
“Break up with him,” he whispered between the kisses, setting you back down to the ground and cupping your face, never once leaving your lips, “Date me instead.”
You could hear your boyfriend screaming at you and Heeseung. Curses leave his lips and struggling to jump the fence because of the other drivers keeping him from doing so. Heeseung was thankful. He didn’t want to have to flat out your boyfriend in front of everyone, that would be embarrassing.
You finally pulled from Heeseung’s lips, taking his hands in yours and looking back at your boyfriend, “It’s over, you’re a shitty person and I didn’t deserve how you treated me.”
His face reddened with anger, but Heeseung found it hilarious. He pulled you to his chest, giving your now ex a smirk as he dragged you off down the street and to his car.
Heeseung helped you climb in, then rushed around and got in, pulling you back towards him for a kiss.
He finally got his “One of his girls for the night” except you’re now one of his girls for the rest of time. Because he isn’t letting you go. Heeseung could see it now, all the future races and seeing you standing in the crowd cheering for him and waiting for him. He couldn’t be happier.
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i felt an immense desire to cradle him and make this insecurity go away :( you write so well, you detail so precisely. i don't think i want to stop reading your stories anymore 🥺🫶🏻
Sunghoon Drabble {riddhi's event}
wrote this for an event and it's prolly one of my worst works yet 😭😭no cause writing fics in pressure is not for me {it's harder than cramming my chem lectures of a week in a night}
synopsis: Sunghoon was mad at you for coming home late without informing him and ignoring his text messages. He's kinda insecure and breaks down into tears {i'm sorry T_T} genre: comfort, fluff, SFW
The party was in full swing, the music thumping against the walls and the laughter of my friends filling the air. I'd been having the time of my life, dancing and drinking and catching up with everyone. Finally, I decided to call it a night. I gathered my things, said my goodbyes, and made my way out of the apartment.
The cool night air felt refreshing against my flushed cheeks as I hurried home. I opened my phone to check my text messages and immediately my mind was filled with guilt.
As I approached our apartment, I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I knew Sunghoon would be upset that I was late, but I never expected the intensity of his anger. When I stepped through the door, he was pacing back and forth in the living room, his expression a mixture of fury and hurt.
"Y/n," he practically growled my name, "Where the hell have you been?"
I opened my mouth to apologize, but the words caught in my throat as he continued to pace, his eyes burning into me. "I-I'm sorry," I managed to stammer. "I didn't mean to stay out so late, I just had a really good time with my friends and-"
But before I could finish, he cut me off, his voice harsh and angry. "You never think about how your actions affect me, do you? It's always about what you want, what makes you happy! Well, guess what? I'm not happy right now, and you don't seem to care!"
It's been a while since we last had an argument. Truthfully, I was beginning to think we'd grown out of them. But here we are, on the brink of another one, and I can feel the anger rising in my chest like bile. I should be used to it by now, considering Sunghoon's possessive nature. It's one of the things I love most about him, but it also drives me insane sometimes.
"Can't I even have one night to myself?" I ask him, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. He doesn't respond, just continues to stare at me with those angry eyes. I take a seat beside him, careful not to touch him.
The tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife.
He finally speaks, "One Night?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly. "You're always out with your friends, either having a party, or working.You're always out with your friends, and I'm stuck here, waiting for you to come home. I feel like I'm not enough for you anymore."
My heart drops into my stomach at his words. "Hoon, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I lost track of time, that's all. I never meant to make you feel like I didn't care." I reach out to touch his hand, but he pulls it away, huffing angrily.
"How can you not know how it feels?" he says, his eyes were watering, tears threatening to fall out of them any moment.
I could feel my heart twisting at his words. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down myself and him... "I'm sorry hoon," I repeated, meeting his watery eyes. "I promise, I won't stay out so late again. I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Sunghoon wrapped his arms around me. "I know you will" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, nuzzling his head on my shoulders. "I just want us to be together, you know? I love spending time with you." He pulled back, his fingers tracing my cheek. "I love being with you too babe." I hugged him tighter.
We spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie and laughing. Sunghoon keeps glancing at me every now and then, making sure I'm okay, and I can't help but feel relieved that we were able to work things out.
Maybe our argument was just a bump in the road, but together, we'll get past it. Because in the end, we're in this together, and that's all that matters.
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