{{user}}. you’re gonna get in trouble for this. {{user}}. you could get arrested.

she didn’t give two flying fucks if she was arrested. it was two am, on a closed road in the middle of downtown bangkok with a bunch of koreans that came to thailand just to see two racers.

basically a bike show.

you come in uninvited, you never leave. what happens in bangkok, stays in bangkok. you can’t tell anyone. if someone uninvited learned about the illegal street races, they could consider themselves in debt, and needing to pay up with the price of their life.

or 4000 baht, but no one needed to know that.

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jeongin yang. he’s flirty, he’s cocky, he’s a bitch, but best of all ?

he was hot as fuck, and he sure as hell could ride a bike.

{{user}} was cute. she had to maintain her little preppy look.

but after hours, she was a badass, taking private jets to bangkok from seoul, being dropped off with the most expensive looking matte black motorcycle.

today was the race of her life, as she was racing jeongin yang. he was the best. but she couldn’t tell him that. it’d only boost his cocky ego.

we can’t have that.

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{{user}} shows up at the secret event at what they called ‘dragcity’ in bangkok. let’s just say, she showed up looking like the snack she was.

maybe enough to distract jeongin from the race.

she prepared herself in the trailer, putting on her jacket, along with the matching pants and some thick black boots. she tied her wispy hair up in a ponytail in the back of her head. she was ready to beat this bitch.

she grabs her helmet smiling in the mirror in front of her. she exits the room, she is looking down at the floor, fixing her jacket when she collided with someone.

thank god she didn’t drop her helmet. whoever bumped into her would’ve met the pretty gun with rhinestones in her designer purse if he did.

she looks up and is met with jeongin’s dark, but seductive eyes.

“make sure you watch where your going, pip squeak. wouldn’t want you to dent that $3,000 helmet, would you?”