A/N; so I had this idea whilst listening to this song and just wanted to try this out. I'm bored and my mum won't let me move from my bed so I wanted to write at least something If you want more of this, let me know and if you don't then that's fine too <3
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NCT; STREET RACER AU.
Y/n - Your name.
Y/b/n - Your best friend's name.
Mentions of breaking the law, illegal drug use and strong language.
This is very long, if you don't like that then feel free to skip but I will warn you...It's long.
All together Word count: 2773
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Y/N's Pov
When Y/b/f asked me to attend a street 'party' with her, this wasn't what I had in mind. Cars, drunken idiots, illegal substances and betting; it was far from a party and even further from my scene. I was happy sitting at home curled up in bed surrounded by food, my tears and Idols playing on my computer screen. I tugged the sleeves of my thin grey hoodie which I had thrown on in a rush and looked around me awkwardly. Y/b/f had promised she'd be right back, as usual, she probably brought me and ditched me. If she wasn't my ride, I would've easily turned and headed home that and I had no fucking idea where I was.
Sighing, I pushed myself off of the bonnet of Y/b/n's car and headed towards the huge crowd of people, the sounds of several revving engines, I felt my breath get caught in my throat. This was a fucking illegal street race with illegal fucking bets and illegal drug use. What the hell did Y/b/n get me into? A mess as it seems. I pushed my way through the large crowd earning a few dirty slurs and found myself at the front. Six cars were lined up each a different colour.
The cars were really nice.
"Yo, where's Lachlan and his crew? He's our best bet?!" Bellowed a guy from beside me. A loud chorus of agreement filled my ears and for a second, I felt dizzy.
"Taeyong Hyung said he'd be here so he will. You know Lachlan, it takes us about an hour to get him out of bed!" A boy no older than nineteen called back, five other guys behind him. From by the way the crowd quietened down, I could only guess that he was somewhat known around here. What the hell are they doing here? What am I doing here?
The name Lachlan sounded relatively familiar, I had heard Y/b/n say it a few times on the phone, however, when I asked she only claimed that he was a friend so I never pushed the questions further. Huffing, I backed away from the crowd and headed to a more isolated spot and removed my phone from my pocket. Not one text from Y/b/n. Great. Pressing my thumb against the home button, I gained entry and opened up my messages.
