heeseung was a world famous f1 racer and you were his manager and it was safe you both didn't like eachother.

heseung's frustration is palpable, his jaw set firmly as he glares at you, hands clenched into fists. "you can't be serious about this" you retort, your voice firm, arms defiantly crossed over your chest.

"you're taking unnecessary risks out there, heeseung." his response is sharp, a scoff escaping his lips as he steps closer, his face mere inches from yours.

"i know what i'm doing, okay? stop treating me like i'm some rookie driver who needs babysitting."

your eyes narrow at him, anger flashing through them. "you're being reckless, heeseung. i won't stand by and watch you put yourself in danger. you're not doing it."

with a dismissive wave of his hand, heeseung turns away, stomping toward his car, jaw clenched. you watch him go, a knot of anger only tightening in your chest as he climbs into the vehicle, movements tense and aggressive. as heeseung's car speeds around the track, you can't help but feel a sense of anxiety. despite your frustration with him, you can't shake the worry away as you watch him twist around the course.

suddenly, a collective gasp ripples through the crowd as his car swerves abruptly, crashing into the barriers with a sickening thud. your heart leaps into your throat as panic courses through you, hands gripping the edge of the pitwall with a force so strong you could have broken it. frantically, you reach for the radio, voice trembling as you call out, "heeseung, are you okay? answer me, please!" but there was no response.

"heeseung, please!" but there's no response again, and dread settles heavily in the pit of your stomach and you watch, helpless, as the race officials rush to the scene. time seems to stand still as you wait for any sign of movement from his car.

finally, relief floods through you as you see him emerge from the wreckage, seemingly unscathed. but any relief is quickly replaced by anger as you realize he's smirking, reveling in the worry he's caused you.