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DOWNTOWN. chapter thirty-seven | newcomers.
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I leaned on the railing of the stands, watching as Mark and Taeyong leaned against the barriers. Seunghan, who drove a neon blue Mustang, chased after his older Japanese friend, who drove a red Challenger. Shotaro was far better than I had ever believed he could be–he had already done five laps around Taeyong's giant track in only seven minutes. Although it wasn't filled with twists and turns, Shotaro had smooth swerving going over a hundred. The only time I've seen such distinct driving is when my boyfriend did it.
Just on cue, Donghyuck joined me on my right, arms hung on the railing. "Where did you meet these fools?" Fools? I thought they were pretty competent. I huffed, not saying anything. I felt his hand lay against the back of my head, patting it gently. "Have you really given up?"
"Their appearance is temporary–unless everyone likes them enough to keep them around," I smiled. Donghyuck continued to stare, hand still on my head. "What do you think, hm? Do they race well?"
"Hm," He quietly evaluated, arm moving back to the railing. "Well, I think whatever decision my girlfriend makes is the best decision–but I don't know what Taeyong hyung thinks. He's the one you should ask."
I looked down at them again–Mark was slowly nodding while Taeyong stood there, unmoving. "I think Taeyong approves," I commented, laughing to myself. "When he hates something, he's in disbelief. When he likes something, he admires it until he's forced not to. He's always into things as if it's his centerpiece–like it means everything to him."
When silence ensued, I faced him, seeing him biting his cheek. "Hm, what? Did I say something?"
"Talking about Taeyong hyung in such a light... I'm jealous that you see him that way," He muttered just enough for me to hear, staring at Taeyong from behind. I can't help but laugh, scooting closer. "Makes me ill just thinking about what you guys could've been if I didn't make a move. God, I should've beat him more."
"You're so cute."
Donghyuck widened his eyes. "I'm not!" He defended, but I pinched his cheek gently. Then, he smiled slowly, falling deeper for me. "It sucks to know you're right, though. Perhaps your new acquaintances can bring us closer."
