𓈒𓏸 race track ༄.°

@✧˚ n. yizhuo This was not Song Kang's scene-smoky electric gatherings where speed reigned supreme and reputations are made or broken. One of his clients, a car enthusiast with ties to Haepung's underground racing scene, had invited him, telling him about fresh faces which might have what it took to be his agency's next big thing. He was not very hopeful, but business was business, and he knew that a gem in the rough could make his agency even bigger.

Most of the night, he tagged around his client as the latter took him around to show him every car on the lot. Heavily modded classics and high-end models. Song Kang nodded here and there, kept his polite smile in place, but his interest was only half there. There were girls, as promised, some hanging around their boyfriends' cars, others giving him quick glances and eager smiles. Of course, they were stunningly beautiful, but in the very instant when they'd catch his eye, he noticed in every one of them that same shine - ambition, verging on desperation. They wanted to be famous, to get a taste of that limelight, and that attitude took away the shine. He wasn't just looking for looks, he was looking for that fire, that rare spark not nurtured by the need to be seen.

It was going to be one of those nights, he thought, turning to head off, till one face caught his gaze. A woman who sat on top of a Ferrari, her fingers lazily rolling a joint as if the car and the whole street belonged to her. She had confidence worn upon her skin, dark eyes surrounded by strands of black hair fell with every nod that she gave to greet each passerby. It was her calm detachment that felt so familiar somehow, as if she wasn't here for the people but for herself.

Song Kang tilted his head, half-smiling as he watched her take it all in with an air of indifference. She didn't fit into anyone's idea of what should be, and yet she belonged here, this invisible part of the thrill and the grime. Maybe in another life, they would have known each other by now, but tonight she was a novelty, a distraction from the weights that followed him like a leash.

He found himself weaving through the crowd until he could get near enough to talk. "Not many people treat their Ferrari like a throne," he called out, his voice steady but his curiosity betrayed in the slight rise. The soft unthreatening smile lingered on his lips as he met her gaze, and he knew right then and there she'd decide in an instant if he was worth the time or just another face in the haze of smoke and revving engines.

()I snickered pls

'sells weed

@✧˚ n. yizhuo The noise, the smell of petrol and exhaust, coupled with cheers and noises from the people; it was an eye-opener for Wonyoung, and she had to admit that she felt out of place. A higher pitched, rather feisty voice caught her attention, along with the billowing white smoke across them, and she turned to face what was Mark's supposed opponent of the day, a grungy y lady, full of attitude and confidence. It was a style 180° difference of what Wonyoung usually wore and vibed with, even as her persona as Bunny, but somehow, she felt like she had to get close to this person, to befriend, because she'd probably show a whole new world Wonyoung had never seen before. "Pft, please Ning, here to win, here to break your wallet and treat us all to drinks tonight, am I right my brothers?" Loud cheers and roars erupted from what was Mark's group of buddies, Wonyoung herself barely cheering just because she was paid to support the boyfriend of the day, but internally, she was a little embarrassed that he was facing off against a woman. A sudden arm wrapping around her waist, she was pulled closer to Mark, the latter flashing a wide grin back at her. "I'll show you that you're sticking with the best guy on the track, Bun," he sniggered, Wonyoung simply flashing him a grin and slipping out of his hold, pushing him lightly towards the car. "Show me then, impress me!"

@✧˚ s. kang [Warning: mention of w33d just in case]
[Her look for visual reference : https://pin.it/7Bzy3gvGX]

It wasn't new for ning to find herself on the wrong side of town, as wrong as the officials make it be or the uptight people around that aren't necessarily into listening to engines Rev, or seeing— smelling the burn out from the tired revving around the tracks and leaving burnt tracks in its wake. Clearly their tired burning out in the process, but that's young guys for you, some old as well, even some women. Ning on the other hand? Would dare not, do that to her precious baby, rubbing a hand over her ferrari sf90 stradale's hood as she moves to the front, her hips press down on the surface, a usual spot for her to take as she gets comfortable and prime up for one of the races for tonight.

It wasn't between her, but maybe, just maybe, she might take part before the night ends for her, who knows? Her week was packed with schedules and assessments at school, nagging professors and judgmental students as she turns left and right. Ning always wore a residing face, but she was still kind to those — who absolutely deserved it. Otherwise? She wouldn't give a rats about you. It was tiring, stressful and quite annoying.

She wasn't looking forward to the ending of her weekend that would lead her into the nightmare that's her life on campus. Some days are good and easy on her but majority it can be taxing and stressful when all they do, is drain her full force. She stays close to campus in a little, niche apartment, nothing too hot or much, her money comes from winning multiple races around these tracks— the Chinese woman did build a name for herself, despite being a little young in the game. As she stands there, a joint lodged in between two slender digits, she takes a long, slow drag, it in between her pearly whites and sighing out a soft moan of approval once the weed hits her system and immediately starts soothing and calming her down.

Her eyes are casted down south as she peeks down at her shoes lodged atop the asphalt and listening to the small greetings here and there, her onyx strands just bobbed and shifted with each nod of her head as she acknowledged them all but she wasn't in the mood for any lengthy talk. Sometimes it's nice,,but that's just when that high hits and ning becomes quite the chatterbox. Most times? She rather isolation and solitude like this, must be the dark introvert within her. Music blasts from her trunk as it's left open for the usual build up of the sound offs before races and the bass shakes her body as it settles atop her hood as her dark, curious orbs scan the area.

Maybe, a new, pretty face is she's lucky might just be the distraction needed tonight. But thus far? It's rather bland, same old, no one new, at least from what she can observe from her vantage point.

@✧˚ y. taegyun It was no surprise that ning would bump into the crowd that her ex-fling hangs out with. Taegyun, his eyes still wise and bright as pretty as she once saw and remembered, her heart did ache but not in a way of losing what they had per-se. It's much more along the lines of hurting someone dearly whom she ended up caring for much more than some measly hook up. After all, taegyun was a good, kindhearted soul and she never wished to break him apart, but so it happened and so it did. She didn't fancy the way he bragged about him being able to tame ning and settling down with him, it was a fling, a friends with benefit type of situationship and frankly — it was meant to remain that way. It wasn't supposed or agreed upon, at least by ning for it to ever become more. Taegyun wanted more, ning did not. Her heart has been ice cold over the years, and that cannot change where the young woman is concerned. However, after a month of not speaking to him and avoiding him on the tracks, with her engine running, music pumping and her vape in between slender fingers, her feet carefully guided her over to where her friends are circled around her ex-fling.

"Hello Tae." Dark eyes fixate on the male, ignoring the others, but her fellow racers and druggies are used to the cool demeanor ning gives off, especially when she's not beating around the bush.

@✧˚ j. wonyoung Decked off in black as per usual, her go to type of grunge style, y and not too flashy and glamorous, at least not today, oh no. The charming Chinese woman decided her car with the pretty sparkles freshly painted over the design patterns on the side of her ferrari sf90 stradale, would be able to pinpoint the designs better and show it off to roaming eyes especially in the dark, glimmer of the night.

Streetlights lined the way, smoke fused in the air, pollution at its finest. Ning's nose scrunches momentarily as she takes a hit from her vale, the scent of weed slithering in the air before her mixed with the essence of berry blast, leaving a sweetness on the pad of her tongue. A tongue that most likely would be finding a new home that isn't her own mouth by the end of the night, or so she hopes and prays. Her mini skirt flutters momentarily in the chill of the night, air slithering around her and rising her pores on end, her crop top exposing her tattoos and her belly button piercing. Her lips a bright red, a contrast to her all black, sleek and y outfit. Thigh high stockings with heels adorned on her slender feet and her onyx strands trailing down beautifully over her shoulders flicker with each trail of a breeze that flashes by.

Ning's eyes flicker around the arena momentarily before spotting the silly male who felt as if his bet with her would result in her losing. She spotted a new woman next to him, this mark always had someone new which caused her to snort under her breath. Deciding to trek her way over, her slender hips swayed with each step as she stands before the obnoxious male and pretty blonde before puffing out a billow of vape smoke right across the male's idiotic face. "Well, hello there Mark, here to lose your silly bet, I assume?" Her car remained running behind them, music blasting from her opened speakers that comes from behind as the earth shake under them from the numerous cars surround system sound off in attempts to show off their sound system. Ning and mark's included.

@✧˚ n. yizhou Truly, the rent-a-girlfriend services from this app were spread far and wide in Korea; Wonyoung would've thought this worked best back in Seoul, but there were even requests all the way here in Haepung. Having some free time, she decided to pick up a job since the young man, Mark, was willing to pay quite a lot, and there was her other persona, Bunny, when she went on a date with him again, long silky blonde hair, thick, heavier make-up, crop top, mini skirt with leather knee-high boots. She couldn't deny the fact that she was receiving attention and she totally loved it, and her date, obviously loved it as well, more touchy, more animated with his conversations and expressions. Wonyoung didn't mind a single bit, honestly. He looked good, and wasn't being all weird, just a little bit showy. "You know, I do street racing, and there's a race tonight. Want to head over later? I'll give you a ride and you can watch me win~" he quipped with a silly grin on his face, and she responded with a cheery laugh. "Really? Show me then!"

And then there she was, her first time on Haepung's race track, a variety of cars and sport bikes, an atmosphere she'd never been in before, and the loud engine noises and flashy lights got her a little nervous, opting to stick closer to Mark as a form of safe space. "Woah..."