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VIOLET INTERLUDE | MYG | Part 1

❝Take it from someone who has seen drivers come and go. You'll never know your last ride.❞

❝Who says I'm here for the last ride?❞

TWO SHOT SERIES

Summary: Cars. They're all you wanted to be surrounded by. Working your way up - you worked to get to an advisory chief engineer for sports cars by the age of 23. You were determined to one day ride in those same cars you fixed. You had no intention of distractions by the drivers on the race course.

Pairing: Formula 1 Racer!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Chapter Warnings: workplace violence (yn gets hit), swearing, smartass!reader, slight anxiety attack, mutual pining, flirting, car accident.

Word Count: 7k

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tuesday

The distant sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the brightened luxury shed. Your body lied underneath a 5 ton beast - built in with the intensity you'd only ever see on that race course. You felt the grease and sweat stick to your skin as you fixed a problem underneath the exhaust valve. Your eyes peered upwards from your laying position - to the engine oil as it dropped into the bucked you'd placed underneath - these cars… were so powerful - but required so much TLC.

You coughed as you smelt the gas from the exhaust - this particular car had issues, always backfiring - so here you were, underneath the beast - trying to dismantle the valves and replacing them with new ones. You couldn't imagine how expensive these car pieces were for the new Porsche GT3 - but this one had a run-in with unexpected problems.

Such a shame. It was a beauty to be wrecked with. But you knew how to look after cars, after all, it was all you were good at.

"Ahem -" You felt someone lightly kick your leg - forcing you to stop what you were doing and roll out underneath the car. Your eyes adjusted for a moment, squinting to the LEDs in the expensive car garage. Your face scrunched up, slowly softened as you relaxed, "Oh, Gerimiah, what are you doing here?" His eyes raked your own, following them as you sat up from your position.

Gerimiah was one of the Formula drivers. Not the greatest, personality-wise, but that didn't matter for whoever he was representing - he was a damn good race car driver. The 28-year-old huffed in annoyance, before crossing his arms. "When is the Porsche going to be ready?" He asks, looking at the multi-sponsored stickers placed around the car, before returning his eyes to your own. "I'll need it for the race in 3 days. It still needs to be test driven."

You grinned at him. His eyebrows raised at your facial expression. "No worries, Geri," You lifted yourself off the seat you had been on all afternoon - trying to fix his Porsche that he kept ruining, with his reckless race driving. "Be ready for ya when I finish it." You looked at the watch on your wrist, tapping it slightly for it to turn on. "Gotta be another six hours on this one. The timing chain is off too - maybe bring it in as soon as you experience these issues, rather than waiting for you to backfire mid race."

This man had no intuitive, no experience with how long it can take to fix cars. And lastly, no respect for the car. No respect for a car, and the car will retaliate. You couldn't blame them - they were their own beings - especially cars like this.

Gerimiah scowled in response to your own - kicking across your car tools. He stepped closer to you, leaning in - God, his breath stank like shit. "Listen here, yn," He mumbled, his lips curled upwards as he spoke. "I don't appreciate the disrespect - if it wasn't for racers like me, you'd have no job." He placed his hand to your shoulder, your head turned to his hand, before looking back at him with a nonchalant expression.

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head, before flicking his hand off yourself. "Who are you to tell me if I haven't got a job? A little engine told me.. One more mistake for you.. and you're scrapped from next season." You turned around, leaning down to put your scattered tools away.

"Who told you that?" His voice rasped out. You could practically feel his nerves. It was amusing - what a highly egotistical man, for his calibre. You turned around, a small smirk etched your features, "I'm a car engineer, I hear everything here.." You placed the last tool in your toolbox before looking back at him. "I even heard a new racer might be joining your ranks - better be careful.." You wiped the grease off your hands, before leaning on the Porsche. "He might take this baby off your hands." You traced the bumper of the car momentarily before looking back at him.

Take it from a woman like you to… tease - no, taunt… that's a better word for whatever you were doing. Sometimes what you said was wrong, sometimes what you said was right, but men like Gerimiah… yeah they couldn't take it. As you blinked, you notably found yourself pushed against the bumper - a sharp pain etched and pierced your cheek.

You moved your hand up to your cheek, be it shock, your mouth gaped at the audacity of the man in front of you. His eyes pierced your face - as his own lip quivered in nerves. You stayed silent for a moment - realising he had just hit you. It seemed as if he himself hadn't realised what he had done.

"D-Don't talk shit yn.." His face flushed up, clear from his own anxiety - and from that he paused, his breath rigid. "Don't talk about shit you don't know." With that, and no time for you to respond, he fled the garage - you, shocked at what happened. You stood beside the car, musing in thoughts, as you looked down at your dented tool box.

You instantly picked up a spanner, throwing it at the nearest wall. "God, that fucker.. I could just -" You rambled to yourself, as you clenched your still greasy hands. You paused next to the car, contemplating.

Don't fix the timing chain - let him lose. He won't continue to be a race car driver. Tamper it.

What type of spastic hits a woman?

Put unleaded instead of the-

"Yn! Are you there?"

Your eyes manoeuvred around the garage - your thoughts interrupted by another voice. This time, you're thankful it wasn't Gerimiah returning… Oh he's such a shit cunt.

Two hands gripped your shoulders as they turned you around. Jimin. Thank God… You sighed as you met his own eyes.

You smiled sheepishly. You were thankful to see his pretty face.

Jimin was another Formula 1 Racer, albeit, a consequently far better one at that. His fans adored him. You'd consider yourself one - if he wasn't your friend already. But who says you couldn't be fans of your own friends.

Jimin cooked his head to the side, almost observingly. His eyebrows narrowed in on your face before he reached for your cheek. "What the fuck happened to your face?" His question left you unguarded - you forgot about the pain until his cooler hand reached for it.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he pressed you for information. "It's alright, Mini - I'm alright.. Just the spanner dropped on my face." You spoke nonchalantly, feeling your own cheek - well aware there was potentially a prominent bruise already developing on your cheek.

Jimin listened to your response before scoffing to himself. He rested a hand on the Porsche - as he ran his other through his blonde hair. "The spanner is next to the wall - meaning you threw it." He glared at you, before moving to pick it up. He reached for the tool, picking it up - before walking back to you.

He placed the tool in your tool box, before he sucked in a breath. "There's also an identifiable hand print on your face - and I watched Gerimiah rush out of here with a guilty look on his face."

You chewed on your bottom lip, out of habit, you licked your lips before humming, "It's fine.. like I said - I'll be alright. You know I'll get him back." You tried winking at him, however your eye flinched and you winced at the sting that only now had actually began spreading across your left cheek.

Jimin grumbled something to himself, his mind in deep thought before he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the first-aid box. You assumed he was grabbing a cold pack out - probably to help with that throbbing feeling you now felt on your face.

You sat down on one of the couches in the employee lounge. The garage was an extension of a circuit - linked into the business rooms - showrooms. The whole place itself was built for the race cars. Each sector had a different car - different team, so forth. The garage was sent through any car, for every problem. The only problem - some racers thought they owned the place.

"I'm just going to report him to the federation board. He does that with everyone," Jimin opened the first aid box, scrummaging around before finding the cold pack. "He's an asshole. Not just to people, but in the races - the amount of times he's tried to run me off the circuit… Yeah, he's not fun to be around." Jimin mumbled to you, his hand squeezed the cold pack - activating it's properties, before he crouched down to the height of where you were sitting.

Jimin carefully examined your cheek, tracing the main bruise lightly - before placing the cold pack on your face. He motioned for you to take it from his hands - as you did, he spoke once more."You're just as important as us racers. Without you, we have no cars to drive. What's a racer without their mechanics, their car engineers?"

You smiled at his words. Jimin was always good with his words - he knew exactly what to say and how to say it. You, on the other hand, were more temperamental - you spoke without thought. That often got you into these types of situations. Not that Gerimiah didn't deserve a good retaliation - you were sure you'd eventually get your revenge. It would be self-defence after all.

You just weren't as kind-hearted as Park Jimin. No one was.

Thursday

A loud sound rang through your early morning coffee time. You slugged your way to your phone as the pot in your kitchen heated up, picking up your phone you looked absently at the bright screen momentarily.

Wane Hill (Boss)

Your eyes widened as you woke up slightly, noticing the call from your boss. You tapped the green button emulating on your phone, accepting the call. You wondered for a second why he was calling. One thought was the incident that happened on Tuesday. Was it really possible that Jimin had actually told him about what happened?

"Hi boss, how're you doing?" You spoke slowly, bringing the phone up to your ear. You watched your pot click finish as you poured the hot water from it in a mug with your other hand.

"Yn. Good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" His voice rang in your ear as you prepared your morning coffee. You didn't need to be in the garage until a little later today. You were thankful for the multitude of mechanics that were scattered around - besides, it wasn't really your job to fix cars - you simply did them for fun. Your job was a little more important than just a mechanic. So was your pay grade.

"Uh. Good, sir." You chewed your bottom lip in suspense. You really couldn't be bothered hearing the bad news, especially first thing in the morning. You absentmindedly opened a kitchen draw, picking up a small teaspoon.

"Good news? We got a new racer. Min Yoongi. He's one of the best upcoming and new racers in the industry. He will be driving for Porsche - so he's driving the 911 Porsche GT3 you fixed the other day, today. Bad news? Gerimiah is gone…" Your boss stopped speaking for a moment, as you took in the news. By then you had already finished stirring your coffee - had time to actually sip it.

You hummed to yourself. Thankfully you didn't tweak the car, and fixed it properly…

"Huh. Really? What's the reasoning?" You coughed slightly from your hot coffee. You had a feeling the reasoning wasn't his driving, but something a little more closer to your incident on Tuesday.

"I think you know, Yn. I heard about the incident from one of our other industry drivers. That type of behaviour isn't okay in this industry.. So he was let go. Yn. Let me know next time these things happen. I know you're stubborn - but talk to me, next time." You hummed in response, as you drank down your morning coffee. You internally grinned at hearing this. Thankfully you didn't have to resort to your own karma - karma did its own work.

"Got it, sir. Anything else?" You, by now, finished your coffee - putting the cup absent-mindedly in your sink - filling it with water before leaving it there for you to do later. You had to start getting ready for work.

"Yeah. One more thing. Get your ass in here and meet the new driver. Show him the car, introduce him to the crew." With that, your boss hung up and you placed your phone back on the counter. This was going to be a big day.

You closed your car door firmly as you clenched your car keys. You turned for a moment as you pressed the lock on your keys, making sure your car did so. As it did, you heard it's small, short-lived 'beep' to let you know it did.

You made your way to the car park elevator, pressing the '^' button on the side. As you waited patiently for the elevator, you tucked your car keys in your bag and grabbed your water bottle. By the time you had done so, the elevator reached your level.

You hopped inside the flashy elevator, pressing the floor you needed to be on. You weren't in the garage so much today. Mainly with board members, racers and sponsors. That made you slightly nervous - having to introduce new racers was always something you despised. You had watched at least several dozen times, the same thing goes.

You introduce a racer to the board members, the sponsors - the racer fails to comply with rules later on, or isn't as good as they hoped. They kick the bucket, then let them go. Simple as that.

Your eyes fixed themselves on the doors opening, as you walked out the elevator. You needed to figure out where the racer you were introducing was. Not in the mood for this part of the job.

"Yn. Over here." You were just about to head to reception when you're called over. You turned your head, halting your movements. You spotted Wane, your boss, standing next to someone who had their back turned to you, speaking to someone beside them.

You walked over to your boss, not before sneaking a sip on your water as you closed the lid. You chucked the water bottle back in your bag, as you met a good distance from your boss. You shook his hand, professionally. "Sir. How are you this morning?"

Your tone radiated professionalism. You weren't here to make mistakes, or get distracted. You were here to win the game - to be chief executive engineer. Counted, that role was more than further away from now. You were only 23, after all.

Your eyes met his own wrinkled ones, observing them as he began speaking. "Yn. I'd like to formally introduce you to our new race car driver." You turned your head, facing the suited up driver. You couldn't see his face as he had been speaking to a board member behind him.

Wane tapped him on the shoulder, and you watched intently as he stopped speaking to the person, nodding before bowing slightly. The new driver turned back around, now facing you.

You almost held your breath as his face tilted to your direction. His wavy hair looked to be almost floating the way it volumised on him. His features were no different - if you could, you'd say he looked feline-like. To say the least, he was beautiful.

His lip curled slightly as he looked your way. It seemed as if he were doing almost the same thing as you had been to him. The way you noticed his own eyes - the way they creased slightly at you. "Yn." You left the driver's intense gaze, as you turned your head to face your boss'. "This is the new driver I was telling you about this morning." Wane spoke as he gestured to the man in front of you. Huh… New driver. "Yn. This is Min Yoongi." Your eyes met Yoongi's, once more, as he extended his hand.

"Yoongi. This is our finest car engineer, Yn. Have a problem with your car, speak to her first - before you go to just any mechanic." Wanes' voice vaguely faded out as you raised your own hand, shaking Yoongi's. His hand slightly gripped yours, tighter than you, as you bowed your head in respect.

Your eyes lifted off your hand, as you let go of his own. Back up to his eyes, you observed his face. Lip curled, ever so slightly - furrowed in brows, almost as if he was concentrating on something. You had a guess who that might’ve been. He tilted his head down slightly, "Finest car engineer?" Yoongi's eyes creased slightly, however, you couldn't help but smile sheepishly back.

You lip sucked into your mouth, chewing on it; your habit picked up again. He continued to gaze at you as he spoke. "I'll be sure to go to Yn here for all my car problems - should they arise. I'm sure she'll be able to help out with anything, right?" Yoongi's eyes left yours, as he looked back at your boss.

You watched quietly as your boss nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! There's nothing that Yn can't do." God. Now you're embarrassed. He's making you out to be a big shot. Your eyes danced between the two, as you stood there. What do you even say? Thank you?

"Uh. Thanks, Boss." You coughed out, awkwardly standing there for a moment as you clutched one hand on your bag. You looked behind the two, now noticing the other board member going into the meeting room.

"Shall we go in now?" You turned the attention elsewhere as you gestured a hand behind Yoongi. You had a feeling this meeting was going to be long.

Six hours. Six fucking hours, did that meeting take.

You bowed to the last executive board members as you bid them all farewell. You sighed, after beginning to pick up all the excess paperwork you'd been given. New contracts, intellectual properties, signatures, NDAs. The boring but important information. You shoved the thick stapled papers into your bag as you closed up the board meeting room.

You dangled your keys in your hand for a moment, as you glanced at the keychain on them. You zoned off into them for a moment. That feeling you get when you're aware of your surroundings, but you're just blankly staring at something. Daydreaming.

"Can't be that good of a keychain, can it?" A voice interjected your thoughts, causing you to stop what you were doing. You shook your head, remembering where you were - however, noticing your new Porsche team driver, relaxing, sitting on one of the executive leather seats; his phone swung around clockwise between his index finger and thumb.

You scoffed lowly, your eyes trailing from his fingers, back up to his face. He had a tired expression plastered on his face - you could definitely see he was restless from the six hour-long meeting you both had just endured. Yoongi grasped his phone firmly before shoving it in his suit pocket.

His eyes met your own now, as he lazily ran his fingers through his hair. You stared for a few moments before checking the time on your watch: 8:47pm. You looked back up from your watch as you felt your throat constricting from nerves, "What are you still doing here? Don't you have a race tomorrow? Go home." You pestered him as he rubbed his arm.

A small, but definitely mighty - lazy smirk formed on the edges of his mouth, filling you with a unique feeling. "Aren't you supposed to show me my car? Test drive it with me.?" He questioned, lifting himself off the seat. As he did, you could almost hear the surroundings sound of the leather returning back to its original form.

"I'm tired. Let's do it tomorrow morning." You began as you pushed your keys in your pocket - alongside your hand. You moved your body from the board meeting door, now almost itching to leave.

You couldn't help yourself. This man was quite almost the most stunning man you'd ever seen in your life. But you promised yourself no distractions. Certainly not from any Formula 1 race car drivers.

A hand gripped your forearm almost too quickly - as you attempted to leave, manoeuvring around Yoongi. "Hey. Wait." He murmured, loosening his hand from your arm. You barely noticed your flinch from his fast reflexes, but he surely did. Your body unconsciously must've thought he may have gone in to hit you.

Pfffttt. You internally scoffed. As if he would. Your eyes found his own. Goddamnit. Thanks Gerimiah.

"Fine. But make this quick. I haven't got all night." You rushed. Shrugging the remaining touch of Yoongi off your arm. You puffed out a breath as you walked away from Yoongi - almost exhaling loudly.

"So you're telling me the last driver, Jeremy -"

"No I said Gerimia -" You corrected, shaking your head to Yoongi as you finally sat in the passenger seat of the Porsche. You looked away for a second buckling yourself in.

"I don't care what his name is. You're telling me that guy slapped you because you had to fix the timing chain in this car. Something that obviously takes time - and he couldn't bring it to you earlier?" His eyes flickered between your eyes, a disgusted look etched upon his face.

You almost found it cute. No.

You ignored the subconscious thoughts itching your brain as you spoke with him. You opened the glove box hastily - tearing your eyes from his own, as you picked up the spare key for the car. "Yeah…" You trailed off. "So take it from someone who has seen dozens of drivers come and go," you said nonchalantly as you placed the key in his hands. "You never know when you'll have your last ride."

His face spoke more than you thought he even realised. He gripped the key, before placing it in the ignition. You almost found, by observation, that he often never spoke directly to your face - be it a sense of eye contact he disliked, or perhaps a sense of anxiety. Even just meeting him today, you could already tell he was like this. You'd say he was an open book.. but open books tend to flicker their pages from time to time. They never stayed in one spot.

He turned the car on - a loud roar echoed throughout the garage as he did. You hadn't test driven it yet - so you hoped the timing chain actually worked this time.

"Be careful with her, she's still a work in progress." You murmured, your hands caressed the console- the light smell of leather fuelling your senses. "This one has a tendency to backfire."

You turned your head from the console, as you heard Yoongi chuckle. "Treat a car well, and it'll treat you well in return." He coaxed, almost entranced by the car itself. His fingers wrapped themselves around the wheel. "Don't worry, Yn, I'm a great driver."

His eyes met yours momentarily before moving one of his hands to the gear shifts, reversing the car back. You felt the small buzz of the engine as you reversed out the garage - moving towards the small test driving circuit.

"Remember, take it easy -" You rambled as your arms crossed. "I'm not in those suits you drivers are in - I don't think I'll be able to handle going too fast." These cars were beasts, like you always had said. The horsepower, most people would underestimate. You hoped Yoongi would not underestimate this car.

You watched as Yoongi rolled his tongue in his mouth before quickly taking a glance at you. You raised your eyebrow as he smirked. You found him to be almost taunting you slightly - as he revved the acceleration - shifting into sixth gear.

You gasped slightly at the pressure - your back going further into your seat. "Yoongi.." You warned - feeling your head spin slightly from the corners. He, however, began to chuckle - before slowing himself down, even just a fraction - it still made a huge difference.

"Relax, Yn. I'm just playing," he hushed you, as one of his hands steered the car - the other blatantly resting on the gear shift. "I'm aware you don't have protective gear on.. so don't worry your little mind - I won't hurt you."

Him shushing you had made you want to respond - your mouth gaped slightly, wanting to say something. You decided against it. Seeing no use to speak of other miscellaneous things, if not about work.

Your mind drifted off, as you continued to observe the car. As Yoongi drove, there was not once a feeling of misfiring pistons, or engine backfiring. In fact, you would have to agree, Yoongi was, in fact, a great driver.

After approximately an hour of test driving the car, you both ended back up at the garage. As Yoongi turned the car off - you spoke up softly. "I've got to say. I'm a little impressed." You watched Yoongi as a smirk formed on his face. "No - no." You reprimanded, holding your hand up before continuing, "I'm impressed the car didn't backfire. Mainly impressed on myself.. don't get your hopes up."

Yoongi chuckled at your response as you slightly shrunk back into your seat. Of course his laugh had to be attractive. No. No.

His eyes gleamed a sense of playfulness as he raised a singular eyebrow back at you."Oh. The car? The car impressed you.? You impressed yourself?" He tilted his head, a fraction of his hair dropped into his face frame - as he leaned a little closer. "Hmm. Are you sure about that?" He hummed, his tongue grazed the front section of his lips.

You gulped. Get out. Abort. Where's that confidence? Yn. Head in mindless thoughts you scrunched your face up as a response to his comments. The two of you locked eyes for several seconds. That was when you began to become fidgety, you had never been like this with anyone. Ever.

"Alright. I'm tired - I'm outta here." You spluttered out, swiftly taking the keys from Yoongi's open hand - shoving them in the glove box. You broke eye contact as you opened the car door, only for your hand to be caught by a certain person's hand. "Slow down, little racer.." He dimly began, his voice lowering a small octave. You looked anywhere but into his eyes. "Look at me, little racer."

You couldn't help but look into those eyes, once more. His features softened from the gazed expression he had just moments ago. "I was only teasing. I'm sorry if you didn't like that." Yoongi murmured, his hand absently still holding your own. You felt something stir in your own body as he apologised.

Unaware his thumb had been slightly caressing the outside of your hand. You felt something fluttering settle within your body - and it almost made you dizzy. Your body - half out of the car, half in - sat absent of any emotion. You never really liked showing much. Especially at work. You didn't need to. You worked with cars, people? Not so much.

You blinked slowly before you lightly shook your head at him. "No. It's fine." You muttered lowly, eyes connected with him. "I'm just tired. Boss had me up at the crack of dawn to make sure you had everything for the meeting this afternoon. He's not joking when he says I do everything. I really do."

Yoongi chewed his lip, before moving his hand from yours, to his throat - scratching it slightly. "No. I get that. No stress.." He moved his body in the seat for a second, squirming - you almost thought he was nervous - only to exhale a short-lived laugh. "You'll be up at the crack of dawn again for me tomorrow. Won't you?" Yoongi smirked, causing you to huff in annoyance.

You shook your head at him, as you took the rest of your body out of the car. You closed the door, watching as Yoongi swiftly took himself out of the car, his head popped over the roof - "Wane gave me your number, I'll be in contact."

You feigned a look of disgust - as you turned away from him, walking towards the set of elevators near the garage. You shouted slightly as you pushed the elevators button. "No thanks. Prefer if you don't."

D - 1 Race Day

The echo of cars, as they zoomed past the pits, always excited you. You could never think of anything else that pushed adrenaline so rast through you. The crowd cheering, engines roaring. You could almost imagine yourself in the seats of one. You wanted to race at least once in your life. Even if it were at the lower levels. You didn't care any less.

Your laminated AAA lanyard swished back and forth on your chest as you walked closer to the Porsche sector pits. You were a little nervous, but adamant about Yoongi racing in the race today. You had never seen him race, not once, and you were unsure how he even became a race car driver. You didn't even know about him until he got here.

A drift of wind blew your hair in all directions as you glanced up at the sky. The grey-ish clouds cut short the light that the sun emitted into the atmosphere. You furrowed your eyebrows as you began noticing the wind pick up. It felt like the weather today wouldn't be too nice. You even picked up an extra jacket, just in case you got cold.

You figured it'd be safer than sorry. The weather was usually unpredictable. Especially where this race was.

"Yn, over here!" Your boss yelled out from several metres away. You turned your body - spotting him with a headset on. You both wore Porsche race team suits - the kind the pits usually had. You jogged over to where he stood, not before noticing Yoongi had already left for the race.

You vaguely watched as he bowed slightly to someone before popping himself inside the car. His helmet was already on his head as his car began to steer to the starting line. You turned your head back to your boss - as you were handed a headset. You mumbled a quiet 'thank you' as you placed it on your head.

"Nervous about our new drivers' first race?" You spoke nonchalantly to your Wane. His eyebrow raised a proportion, as his lips pierced in thought. "I took him for a test drive last night - after the meeting. He wasn't too bad - you know. He's pretty good."

Wane smiled almost in accomplishment. You knew what you said had probably given him more confidence in Yoongi. Although, you hadn't actually seen him in a race. This was his first one. That slightly gave you some nerves as you were unsure of his skills on the course.

"That's fantastic to hear! I'm looking forward to seeing his race." Wane pressed the comms button on the control panel, activating the link to Yoongi and anyone connected on headsets. You included.

"Yoongi. How are you feeling? Fit inside the car alright?" You overheard Wane speaking to Yoongi through the headset. Your body shook slightly due to the chilled air around you, as you pushed some of your hair from your face. God, you hated this weather.

"Perfect, sir. I'm all good to go." His raspy voice echoed into your headset as a fragment of static cut his voice off slightly. "Is Yn here today?" Your face turned to Wane's as you scrunched up your face slightly.

Why was he asking for you?

You pressed on your microphone, pulling it down to your lips. "I'm here, Yoongi. Do well today, and I'll personally buy you a drink. Champagne is only for winners." Wane tilted your head as you spoke - smiling slightly at your answer to your new team driver.

You heard a slight chuckle bounce in your ears, making your body shiver in response; that or the temperature had just dropped around you. You took your jacket from the chair it lay on, pulling it around you. Instantly you felt much warmer than before. "I'll hold you to that, little racer." You almost forgot you could hear him for a second - as you rugged yourself closer to the jacket. You hummed slightly in response, before lifting your mic back up - switching yours to mute.

You watched the monitors in front of you as the race began to start. You anxiously nibbled on your bottom lip, watching as each race car sped up from the starting line. You noticed Yoongi's car alongside Jimin's McLaren - you really hoped he wasn't a dirty player.

But to your own unconsidered anxieties - he wasn't a dirty player. In fact, you watched as he cleanly overtook Jimin's position in 3rd place. You could only imagine the look on Jimin's face at the moment. He might even have competition now.

You hadn't realised last night, but you did now. Yoongi was more than a great driver, in fact, he was great. But that didn't mean anything until he won this race. You watched aimlessly as the racers did several laps, over the duration of a few hours.

Yoongi held his third place position for a solid third of the race. It was when the final lap had come up - was when things changed. You noticed his tires looked overused - this made you anxious about his race.

"Yoongi. Can you hear me?" You spoke, after pulling down your comms to him. You really hoped the tires could withstand the last lap, but they looked to be in poor condition. If he couldn’t pit stop - there was a chance these tires would give way and ruin his chance at securing a spot on the podium.

"Yoongi get to the pit and change those tires - you're not gonna make it." You repeated in his ear. You heard Yoongi speaking from the other side of the comms - as you heard a slight roar from his engine.

"Can't do that, it's the last lap - I need to make this worth it."

"Yoongi, you won't make it. Those tires are done for." You pushed, locking eyes with his car, on the monitors in front of you. You watched intensely as they all neared the finish line. Your heart raced as they came up to the final kilometres, and you stressed slightly as Yoongi hadn't responded to your last comment.

You gripped your clipboard and jacket as Yoongi pushed his car - the last four-hundred metres approaching. His car slowly began smoking, and that's when you stressed he'll flatline and lose his place in the race.

Three-Hundred.. His car smoked worse.

Two-Hundred.. You gripped the clipboard tighter. His car slowed slightly.

One-Hundred.. You inhaled sharply, leaning closer to the monitor. "Yoongi.." You murmured, nibbling your lower lip in suspense. You noticed a fragment of flames which caused your heart to stop - you thought you might collapse at the anxiety of this finale.

You watched intensely as Yoongi's car zoomed past the end of the finish line in third place, meaning he would stand that podium.. Meaning you owed him a drink. You exhaled as he began slowing his car down. However, luck wasn’t bestowed upon the third place driver too much as you noticed his car engine stutter - coughing a black smog of gas.

"Oh my God. Yoongi your -" Your mic cut out as the car halted swiftly - you guessed he pulled the break - however you watched at the front of the car erupted in flames. You gasped - shaking as you watched emergency vehicles rush to the scene, safety cars, etc. It was all happening too soon.

You forgot your headset, as you ripped it from your head. You turned from your position near the pits - running towards the race course. You dropped your clipboard on the pit's floor, ignoring the yells from the pit for you to come back.

After a few minutes, you made it to where the safety crew, medics and rest of the fire-fighters were. There were people crowding - mainly the ones getting the fire out. You gasped as you watched Yoongi hopping out of the vehicle - a stuttering swing as he ripped his helmet off his head.

His face, drenched in sweat - he wobbled as he coughed from the smoke. You gasped as you saw his outfit, stained in black from the car's heat, the flames, where he had almost been burnt. Had it not been for his protective gear - God knows what would have happened.

You rushed over to him - alongside the medics, who brought medical gear. "Yoongi!" You quavered slightly, as his eyes met your own. You rushed to his aid, grabbing hold of him. "You idiot! Look what happened, look what almost happened to you."

Yoongi's infamous lazy smirk etched along his slightly dirty face as your hand took his arm - pulling it over your shoulder. "But it didn't.. and I won a spot on the podium.." He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to fold down your back. Not the time, place or moment to be having this feeling.

You inched your head away from him when you felt his nose brushed your cheek. You began walking forwards, away from the ruined Porsche - towards the medic bay. He needed to be treated - for smoke inhalation, anything, he needed to be checked up.

"Yoongi, this is serious. You could have gotten seriously injured." You yelped, as his hand gripped your hand. You turned to face him as you wobbled the both of you closer to the med bay. "What then?"

Yoongi coughed as he exhaled a breathy laugh. "You worried about me, little racer?" He leaned closer, causing you to flinch slightly from the proximity. His dark brown eyes glazed into your own - kicking a feeling into your stomach. "Don't worry. You still owe me a drink."

You huffed, as he continued to tease your reaction. Yoongi inhaled sharply as you released him, lying on the medical stretcher - immediately surrounded by paramedics. You exhaled in relief as you propped yourself on a seat next to him. You thanked the medic who kindly offered you water - perhaps it was the deep breathing that made them think you were parched. In reality, you were freaking out slightly.

You warned him. He didn't listen. Now look at him. What an idiot. You watched as he pushed himself up slightly from the stretcher - eyeing his movements. "Better not take back anything you said about buying me a drink - it's the only thing I'm looking forward to."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "What makes you think you deserve it now?" You then unscrewed the bottle cap on your water - taking a few sips from it before putting its lid back on.

The medics continued to check his medical stat's, blood pressure and oxygen levels as he spoke to you. You wished for a moment for him to go to sleep. He was so… agitating. "Ooh, going back on promises - doesn't that leave you with a bad reputation, little racer." He cooed from the inside of his oxygen mask, shaking his index finger from side to side - almost tauntingly.

You tutted, running your hands through your hair; you shook it, before pulling your hair up with a hair tie. You couldn't understand him. "I think all that smoke inhalation is getting to you. Now shut up before I injure you." You stood up, as you felt your phone ring from your back pocket.

You looked at Yoongi once more before leaving him for the medics to deal with.

His first race and he's already trying to dismantle his car. You wondered just how much stubbornness and determination he had - it seemed as if whatever he wanted he got. You hoped he wouldn't continue to behave that reckless on the race circuit in his upcoming races; it would do him no good if he hurt himself.

Like you said to him before. You've seen drivers come and go - you never know your last ride.