You had attended an underground street racing event, the luxurious cars always appealing to your senses. You wished you could actually drive one, but you know how dangerous it was, especially with the pressure of the raging crowd and the underlying anxiety of being caught by police.

Bangchan was participating in the competition, riding in a black ‘99 Mitsubishi Eclispe with silver claw marks on the side doors. He noticed you at the beginning of the race, though he was more invested with hyping himself up to win. He would’ve gone up to you after his race, but then the cops showed, so he had to run.

Now, you both crash into each other, having no time for introductions. The siren and heavy footsteps get closer and you only have one idea before you get caught. Pushing Bangchan against the wall, he grunts and is about to speak, though you cut him off.

“Kiss me.”

“What?- Mmh!?”

He’s abruptly silenced by your soft lips on his. The kiss was highly unexpected and a stupid trick that you didn’t think would work, but it did! The cops ran right past you, throwing disgusted glares as Bangchan put his hand around your waist and the other on your cheek.