"That's all, you may go", Jaemin dismissed the meeting.
He reclined his back on the seat, massaged his temples, and was about to close his eyes when he heard loud footsteps nearing him.
"Jaemin"
The said male looked up to see the obvious newcomer and arched his brow.
Mark sighed. "You kissed."
"Who?"
"My sister"
"Ah", Jaemin boredly looked at the older man. "It just happened."
"Jaemin, she's drunk!", Mark retorted. "And I know you aren't. You drove her home."
"I drove with my life, Mark. I'm a little tipsy."
"And should I be proud?"
Jaemin just shut his eyes closed for a second and stood up with a small, tired grunt.
"Okay, what do you want me to do? Apologize?"
"You don't get it.", Mark said, looking at him with disbelief.
"I get it. She's your sister."
"And you should've stopped."
"I stopped, Mark. If I haven't, we've already fucked."
"Jaemin.", Mark could just calm himself and take a deep breath. "Just don't go near her."
"Why?", he flashed a grin. "Scared that she'll finally know what dirty business you and your dad are in? Poor her, I could give her everything, even the minimum honesty."
"Jaemin Devon Na" Mark finally lost it. "Don't ever forget that you owe your own life to my dad. Without his care, you're good as dead and irrelevant now. Also, without me, you will never win against your brother. So stay out of my family if you don't want us gone."
With that, Jaemin's grin instantly faded. Eyes narrowing back and face stone cold.
Mark just sent a glare and walked out of his office, his footsteps fading as the door slammed close.
Jaemin threw his head back, poking a tongue inside his mouth.
Feeling a wave of stress daunting him, he started lighting his first cigarette.
He didn't want to lose his cool.
Because if he does, he doesn't know what he will do.
What he can do.
❥๑━━━━dance with the devil━━━━๑❥
Afternoon on the next day, Areum just lazed in the living room.
Her head was on Chenle's cousin's lap, while her legs stretched out to her best friend Jeno.
Chenle himself is just on another couch, munching some chips.
"You look hopeless.", Renjun said as he handed her the bowl of popcorn, which she requested.
"I can take your insults far too well. Nothing can beat Minhyung's you're grounded phase."
"You deserve it.", Jeno muttered from the other side, which made her gasp out loud.
"You know you should be thankful that I invited you in, and get blessed with my presence!"
Jeno can just roll his eyes and say, "On a good side, you can wash off your liquor intake from these past days. Your liver's barely breathing."
"Did my liver tell you that?"
Renjun snorted, "Stop attacking Jeno; you know how he is when worried."
"Ugh, I wanna go out!", Areum pushed herself up with a pout. "Help me."
"Auto pass", Jeno yanked her legs away from his lap and was about to walk away when she held his arm.
"I'll do everything you want.", Areum batted her eyelashes.
"What I want is for you to let your restriction pass."
"I'll buy everything you want."
"New sports car"
Areum scowled, "Fake friend."
"Brat"
"You guys, bicker somewhere else!", Chenle whined. "And noona, you can ask dad about it. Hyung can't disagree with him anyway."
Jeno's eyes widened. "Le, you did not."
"LELE, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE MY FAVORITE!", Areum squealed and launched herself at the younger, who pushed her face away when she was about to kiss him.
"Though you three will come with me", she grinned.
"No", Jeno immediately replied.
"We won't drink! Actually, you won't be with us, literally, Jen, just in one place."
"I think I know what she's talking about", Renjun said after a few moments of silence. "We'll go to your race, Jeno."
Areum sported an evil grin and evilly laughed, "Correcto!"
"What, no! And why now, you never go to the race!"
"You said the Jaemin I might know is a racer."
"Oh no", Jeno shook his head. "Not him."
"Yup, Minhyung also said that! Te veo luego people, I'll talk to my dearest papa!"
❥๑━━━━dance with the devil━━━━๑❥
Crowding bodies, bright lights, and loud engines under the night sky.
The huge racing track is a new wonderland for her, her eyes round and sparkling on everything she sees.
"Renj, don't let her wander around", Jeno came up to them after securing his car, "Areum Soleen."
"Yeah? Oh yeah yeah, good luck, my Jenjen!", she beamed and playfully kissed his cheek, then whispered, "Is he here?"
Jeno rolled his eyes and pushed her away by her forehead. "I'm here to race, not to get banged. And please do me a favor and behave, hm? What did you even tell your dad?"
"He trusts you with me. Everywhere I go, if you, Renji, and Lele are coming with me, my permissions are magically agreed."
"Whatever, and Chenle, I have snacks in my bag. You guys can eat them."
"Good luck, hyung,", Chenle giggled.
"Don't get hurt, okay?", Renjun smiled.
"Mhm, thanks", Jeno flashed an eye smile and glanced at the girl who's obviously on a hunt, "Soleen."
"Hm?"
"Sol, I'm going down."
Areum faced him with a wide smile and nodded. "I'll cheer for you! Win, okay?"
After another hour and the race almost starting, Jeno drove to the starting line, where fourteen other racers were lined up.
On his left is the all-too-familiar car—blood red and midnight black—and the well-known Na Jaemin on the racing track.
Their eyes met, and a smirk curled on his lips almost instantly.
"Nice to see you again, Jen!"
"I'm not!", Jeno replied with a forced smile. "How did she even meet you?"
"You're saying something!"
Jeno just looked back at him and shook his head. "Watch your back, Na! I might bump you to the side."
Jaemin just laughed. "That'll be a good game then."
And with the pull of a gun, the race started.
Louder cheers deafen every ear, and names are being yelled.
One distinct name caught Areum's ears almost instantly, and then, snapping on the large screen, she saw him.
Jaemin.
"He's here! Le, he's here!", she loudly spoke.
"I know; I'm hearing his name like a mantra."
Areum just smiled, and her cheers for Jeno faded. With her eyes daunting on Jaemin's car like a locked target.