"Ride or Die"
Street Racer, Ara, teams with a famous racing company to earn money for her ill mother.
Since the racing industry is discriminative towards female drivers, she disguises her identity as a male driver known as AJ.
Her rival, Park Jimi...
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The smile on Ara's sleepy face quickly turned into a frown when she patted down the empty space next to her on the bed. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her arms wrapped around a pillow instead of Jimin. She huffed out a loud sigh, sitting up on her bed as she pulled her hair out of her face.
"Guess he had other things to do after all," Ara mumbled to herself, forcing her body out of bed. She glanced at the clock on her way out of her room. '10:00 am' it read.
On her way down the grand staircase, Ara mentally scolded herself for getting her hopes up. With each step she took, a sad sigh left her lips, more sad than angry. Do you really think Jimin would stay to look after a mess like you?
She hopped off the last step of the staircase, her hand reaching up her shirt to undo the clasp of her bra. She flung the lace material to the couch she passed on her way to the kitchen, scrunching her nose at the uncomfortable material. Feeling a lot freer without her bra, she smiled at the scent of vanilla and pancake mix that lead her to the kitchen. Then, when Ara heard the soft, soothing sound of singing.
She realized she was not home alone.
Her first thought was to grab a baseball bat and approach the intruder after calling the police, but when she heard the soulful voice powerfully sing the lyrics to a comforting song combined with the delicious smell of breakfast, she thought 'what kind of a twisted criminal would sing beautifully while making breakfast?'.
So, Ara confidently walked into her kitchen, lips curving into a bright smile when her eyes fell on Jimin body rolling in front of the stove with the spatula to his lips. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip, holding back the laugh she wanted to so badly let out. She quietly made herself comfortable on island stool, watching as a Jimin danced sexily to the music and he perfectly belted the notes.
With a pancake on the spatula, Jimin twirled, eyes landing on a giggling Ara. Muscles freezing and heat crawling up his cheeks and ears, the fluffy pancake fell off the spatual, landing on the marble floors with a sad 'spalt'.
Ara giggled over the music playing on Jimin's phone, her elbows rested on the island as she smiled at Jimin in adoration and amusement. While Ara was having the time of her life, Jimin wanted to fall off the face of the Earth and float around space for the rest of his life. His wide puppy dog eyes and pouted lips forming an 'o' painted a frantic look on his face, a face that Ara found absolutely adorable. She wanted to reach out and cup his squishy cheeks in her hands while constantly reminding him how cute he was.
But she did no such thing. Instead, she scrunched her nose at him, giggles filling the room once the song came to an end and the mellow intro of the next began. The giggles rolling off her tongue unleashed the millions of butterflies in Jimin's stomach, easing him back to reality as he fell out of the lock his muscles were in.
