Personal Message
C.C
smoke me out
Chanhee
Auto-Racer. 25. F1
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now serving — Choi Chanhee
If you're in control, you're not going fast enough.
-Mario Andretti
featured flavor
white jasmine
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kill me before you leave me.
[things i fancy]
cars. floral cologne. knives. silk and leather. physical affection. soft toys. possessive pet names. rain. petrichor. sugar. a love that is obsessive. adrenaline. blood. you.
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he can't make you cry (like i can).
[things to perish]
cheap fabric. slow drivers. pineapple. being alone in the cold. hospitals. loud people in quiet spaces. getting lost in crowds. letting obsessions go.
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the scars on your heart are still mine.
[quick and dirty facts]
1. April 26, 1998. 25.
2. Car racer with a hobby for homicide.
3. Morally gray. Exclusions apply.
4. Omega.
5. Formula 1 teams; Mclaren & Aston Martin
breathe me in 'til you suffocate [0/5]
plotting
1st stage
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reply needed (from me)
2nd stage
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awaiting reply (from others)
3rd stage
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melt on my tongue
and let me consume you
Sharp and sweet, like shards of sugar glass dipped in honey. Doted upon and drowned to the root with fondness by many; Choi Chanhee grew up with all one could ask for. Overdosed on affection and filled to the brim with love and its’ entirety, the twenty-five year old lacked nothing. Despite all the efforts, no amount of precious metals and cherubic smiles could offset the darling’s ever-simmering nefarious nature. Sixteen. Mercedes-Benz. Hit and run. Case unsolved. The man had SA-ed his friend.
Mishaps have a price, and Chanhee’s parents always tipped double. The incident was made to be a ghost, but my, was it a revelation. The adrenaline rush in that very moment never felt so good. The wind combing through his locks, a firm grip on a leather-studded wheel, and blood decorating a crystal clear windshield. It glistened like rubies under the moonlight.
Infatuated, Chanhee busied himself with racing. The cuts got deeper while the fires from caramelizing cars burned brighter. And the best part? He was left shaking after each race. Delving further into the maze of obsession, the doll of a woman took an affinity to aromas. They linger on his like a second skin; because nothing better compliments the smell of blood than notes of jasmine and honey.
Some nights the beautiful crimson would add a layer of metal to the otherwise sugary fragrance. It was addictive. It was messy. It was right for all the wrong reasons. All. So. Wrong.
He knew that. Hence, he packed up overnight and nestled himself in the quaint town of Astoria. What better place to drift than the town his parents fell in love? Astoria could use another accident.
Mishaps have a price, and Chanhee’s parents always tipped double. The incident was made to be a ghost, but my, was it a revelation. The adrenaline rush in that very moment never felt so good. The wind combing through his locks, a firm grip on a leather-studded wheel, and blood decorating a crystal clear windshield. It glistened like rubies under the moonlight.
Infatuated, Chanhee busied himself with racing. The cuts got deeper while the fires from caramelizing cars burned brighter. And the best part? He was left shaking after each race. Delving further into the maze of obsession, the doll of a woman took an affinity to aromas. They linger on his like a second skin; because nothing better compliments the smell of blood than notes of jasmine and honey.
Some nights the beautiful crimson would add a layer of metal to the otherwise sugary fragrance. It was addictive. It was messy. It was right for all the wrong reasons. All. So. Wrong.
He knew that. Hence, he packed up overnight and nestled himself in the quaint town of Astoria. What better place to drift than the town his parents fell in love? Astoria could use another accident.
vanilla chocolate honey
A love that is adamant. Plots soon.
you, disrespectfully (0/1): You’re better than Chanhee and he loathes you for it. One upping him in every way since you two met- perhaps even at the one thing he’s good at, racing. He didn’t expect to run into you, until he did. Safe to say, Chanhee booked his flight back home right then and there… Til he lost everything he needed to leave. Passport, credit cards, ID, all of it. Being the one person Chanhee knows in Astoria, simply put, you’ve got the pink-haired speed-demon on a leash for a week. Normally, you’d tell him to off, but something about your mere presence visibly riling him up is too entertaining to pass up.
Hold my hand, (0/1): From strangers to friends. The two of you met at a local library and next thing you know, you’re both bar hopping ’til 2 in the morning. Getting drunk off your asses and roaming the streets of Thailand became a weekly event. Next thing you know, the two of you are spending more and more free time together and sharing hobbies. It’s a comfortable relationship, and perhaps you’re the reason Chanhee decides to extend his stay a tad bit longer.
You can't hit 120? (0/1): You’re a cry baby behind the wheel and Chanhee takes pity on you. Decidedly, he takes it upon himself to teach you the ways of the road and NOT shake hands with God.
Unreasonable (0/1): A work relationship turned awry. Chanhee avoided you at first and then he couldn’t tear himself away. A whirlwind romance that ended up with the two of you engaged, only to break it off a year later. Your career required more and more travel down the road and Chanhee’s career was an ever consistence dance with death. Chanhee didn’t have you when he needed you, and the anxiety of losing your fiancé with every race started holding more and more weight. Add in a couple nuances and the engagement was off. Chanhee called the shot and he was sure it was the right thing to do… But…
Soft spot (0/1): All it takes is one call and Chanhee’s on the next flight. A text and he's hitting the road. Lavish bouquets and overpriced desserts litter your doorstep on a weekly basis. Best friends, the two of you call it. A person he cherishes, but is so reluctant to hold. You're Chanhee’s soft spot..
you, disrespectfully (0/1): You’re better than Chanhee and he loathes you for it. One upping him in every way since you two met- perhaps even at the one thing he’s good at, racing. He didn’t expect to run into you, until he did. Safe to say, Chanhee booked his flight back home right then and there… Til he lost everything he needed to leave. Passport, credit cards, ID, all of it. Being the one person Chanhee knows in Astoria, simply put, you’ve got the pink-haired speed-demon on a leash for a week. Normally, you’d tell him to off, but something about your mere presence visibly riling him up is too entertaining to pass up.
Hold my hand, (0/1): From strangers to friends. The two of you met at a local library and next thing you know, you’re both bar hopping ’til 2 in the morning. Getting drunk off your asses and roaming the streets of Thailand became a weekly event. Next thing you know, the two of you are spending more and more free time together and sharing hobbies. It’s a comfortable relationship, and perhaps you’re the reason Chanhee decides to extend his stay a tad bit longer.
You can't hit 120? (0/1): You’re a cry baby behind the wheel and Chanhee takes pity on you. Decidedly, he takes it upon himself to teach you the ways of the road and NOT shake hands with God.
Unreasonable (0/1): A work relationship turned awry. Chanhee avoided you at first and then he couldn’t tear himself away. A whirlwind romance that ended up with the two of you engaged, only to break it off a year later. Your career required more and more travel down the road and Chanhee’s career was an ever consistence dance with death. Chanhee didn’t have you when he needed you, and the anxiety of losing your fiancé with every race started holding more and more weight. Add in a couple nuances and the engagement was off. Chanhee called the shot and he was sure it was the right thing to do… But…
Soft spot (0/1): All it takes is one call and Chanhee’s on the next flight. A text and he's hitting the road. Lavish bouquets and overpriced desserts litter your doorstep on a weekly basis. Best friends, the two of you call it. A person he cherishes, but is so reluctant to hold. You're Chanhee’s soft spot..
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