𓈒𓏸 race track ༄.°

@✧˚ s. kang "hmm, you're wrong there darlin' believe it or not, they would dress to impress and draw us in, for illegal activities, while even enjoying a drink or two. maybe even," she pauses and tips her voice down to a hushed whisper, leaning over towards the taller. "they may even have a rump or two with a girl while on duty - after all, how many times can they say they go out on the job and got a nice ?" shrugging a little, she leans back, a knowing smile flashing over at the man, only for a low chuckle to sound out.

ning would know all too well - after all, that's who she is, no? just another free soul looking for a good next hit in the sack and as she looks at the now proclaimed CEO, eyes raking from his head to toe slowly, she can see it. he has that air of confidence, firm authority and the smoothness in his charm and wit - mostlikely attributes carried by him so he can attract prospective clients and models to run the show.

"so you're hunting down models at a car show, no less? i think you've by passed quite a lot of pretty faces, y bodies too I might add..." she's a bit confused, scrunching her features as she takes a slow swing from her flask of apple vodka, only for her eyes to suddenly bulge out at the male's comment. a laughter fills the air, head hung back and wisps of onyx strands flapping in the wind as the goosebumps that trail her skin - sear an intensifying heat deep within her core.

"woah there, cowboy, you're trying to tell me - that your eyes captured me out of all these bombshell beauties? i think... do you need glasses? i am not necessarily what one would call a model - more of an outcast or punk type of girl, but a model... that's.... unless you're looking for what I offer?" leaning back on her hands as she settle back on her throne - making the car her very own model and wearing it well. ning brings her body back a bit as she looks at him once more, studying his features in hopes of seeing if he's bullting her or he's serious.

from the looks of the emotions crossing his features, she couldn't help but snicker under her breath, "I guess you're serious after all... but... i mean you just seem like... a rich kid that came to a gun fight unprepared. i think you might be enjoying a ride or two if I was to join a race tonight. say - if you were to get into this very car with me and come on for a round. i just might consider your proposal and ask just what it is that entails becoming one of your fancy models, mister song." purring out his name, the young woman moves off from her hood, hopping down and landing on her heels, her boots causing her frame to stand tall, pompous and proud as her skirt shimmer in the wind along with the strands of her hair flickering to and fro.

a delicate hand lifts up to brush her hair back from annoying her and she inches closer towards the man, flask in hand, apple vodka and a hint of berry on her breath from her vape earlier as her orbs roam his handsome features - the man is good looking, she gives him that much. "I think you're on . i don't trust or believe people easily, but you're a pretty face that I might be interested in sitting on who knows. so you've managed to pique my attention. what do you say hm? backing down from the challenge? if you do I just may have valid rights in underestimating you after all, pretty boy."

@✧˚ n. yizhuo The smirk spread lazily across Song Kang's face as he watched her reaction. The subtle shift from sultry confidence to sharp-eyed scrutiny, peeling back the layers to figure him out. He hadn't missed the look she had given him, the slow, careful scan from his shoes up to his face, her raised brow suggesting she wasn't used to men like him, buttoned-up and looking more suited for a boardroom than a racetrack. But he wasn't in the least bit intimidated, he had been in his fair share of circles where every look or gesture was a test, and he liked a challenge.

"Undercover cop? That's new," he said, laughing, raising his hands in a mock show of innocence. "Though you'd think I'd be a bit better dressed for that. And probably wouldn't take up your offer on the drink." His gaze lingered on the flash in her hand, his eyes alight with humor. He could imagine how he might appear out of place here, but it didn't bother him. On the contrary, standing out wasn't something he had ever been daunted by. "You could say I'm here on business," he pressed on, delving into his pocket to pull out a slim business card, his fingers flicking it before her. "Song Kang, CEO of Above Modeling Agency. I heard there were a few new faces here worth meeting, but… so far, let's say I haven't been impressed."

He met her gaze steadily, his voice elevating a touch with intrigue. "That is, until I saw you." That curiosity had drawn him in, that air of assurance combined with the sharpness that clearly wasn't just for show. She looked like one who bowed to no one, not even the crowd of raucous spectators scattered around them, and something told him she didn't have much patience for someone like him.

When she didn't retract her flask away, he took it, tipping it back with a nod of thanks. Apple vodka wasn't really his drink of choice, but the burn was welcomed in hopes of loosening some tension. He handed it back, catching her eyes narrowing a fraction again as she surveyed him once more. "Let me guess, you don't have a high opinion of guys who come to places like this dressed like I do," he ventured, amusement threading his voice.

He cocked his head, looking over at her car as he spoke. "But I think you're underestimating me. You wouldn't be the first, though." He didn't look away from her, waiting to see if she'd take his words as a challenge or dismiss him completely. Either way, he was enjoying the game.

@✧˚ s. kang why try to impress when people aren't worth one's time impressing? that's the belief ning kept in her mind as she looked on over at the array of people crowding around, one or two tried talking to her, maybe newbies in the scene, but everyone else that knows of ning's rep - they would know to just be clear of her, before a race or in general. tonight, she wasn't particularly keen on taking part but one of the races did drag her attention and she was intrigued about the opponent in mind. she wanted to see how well the young Japanese woman would fair against her. she hasn't raced against women as much as she'd like - a fair game one would say. since men love jumping the gun and into the fire and making bets against her, all because she's a simple woman.

quite judgemental, she might add. because there's much more than that. upon hearing a new voice coming over, a new pair of shoes too - huh. are those dress shoes? that's different, her eyes slowly roamed over the pants cladded legs, eyeing the shirt and finally making way to the male's face that came with that soft voice causing her to quirk a brow as she takes a slow pull from her joint in hand, billows of smoke puffing out from silken, pink brims as her eyes twinkled a little in amusement before scoffing out a soft laughter.

"not many people come and interrupt a girl on her throne, you got some balls." she muses lazily, her dark orbs are glancing away quickly as she takes In the brewing fight waiting to happen. "ah, of course, young fools who think that coming to these things while unable to handle their alcohol and drugs... getting into stupid fights over little girls," a soft chuckle flickers past her couplets before turning her gaze over to the male, standing proud and tall - he might very well be a model. leaning back on an elbow and propping up, she takes one last hit- the smoke venturing from - past her lips and out of her nostrils as she looks into the steely, dark orbs that gaze back at her.

"anyways, what are you doing in these parts of the city? doesn't seem to me like you're a regular face. if you were, i'd be sitting on your lap instead of my boring ferrari and squishing her, no?" a small smirk plays on her lips as ning says this, her eyes away from the man once again, fixated on the drama and confusion that just bursted out before them. causing her attention to be fixated on this as entertainment was highkey something she looked forward to at times when coming to race-offs and she wasn't taking much of a part. at least it was something to pay attention to - rather than being bored.

fishing out a flash from the side pocket of her mini skirt, it's sleek and dainty in her hold as she takes a large sip from the apple vodka hidden in the silver container, offering the male without sparing a glance as she shakes it at him, "drink some of this, you might loosen up a bit, you could also a shirt or two - you give off the impression of a cop under cover and you might scare some of the peeps around," finally her eyes find the male's and she tips her head to the side, brows furrowing as her lips parted in a small 'o'. "well - are you just that?" her eyes squint a bit at him, even with being a criminology student and top of her class at that. ning rather not with cops when she's out and about on track. her body shifted as she sat right up, alert now, the sultry haze that was on her visage from the potent weed immediately dissipates as she scrutinize the man before her now from head to toe.

it would seem as if she was checking him out - which she was but not in the sense that he may think. instead, she was eyeing to see if anything on him would give off the fact about who the heck he really was. "a party pooper or..."

@✧˚ j. wonyoung ning's eyes traveled over to this 'bun' person and scanned her from head to toe. her expression doesn't once waver. sure she's a pretty little thing, but ning wasn't the type to show much of an expression for anything that isn't someone she was looking for a good with or - someone she wanted to beat such as mark in a race tonight. her eyes sparkled with a wicked sense of mischief and intrigue as a low chuckle sounds from her lips. "at least darling, I don't need a posse of people pretending to cheer on for me, because I'm daddy's little boy who can't take no for an answer," her words are as sweet as honey as a small smirk plays on her rosy pair. a soft laugh makes way past her lips over time as ning her heels, but not before catching the woman's words and her voice, causing the dark haired woman to turn back and flash mark a little grin. "yeah mark, show her how great of a loser you can be, impress her that much, and see just who she's gonna go back home with," ning glanced over at the pretty blonde, flashing her a wink before taking another drag from her her vape, heading back over to her car as she lower down the trunk so she could tuck her music in safely. turning it off and playing something much more at ease and mellow- for now, calming her nerves as she get ready and get into the headspace to take on mark.

it's not her first rodeo, she has been doing this for quite too long, it has been years ning has been racing others and winning, time and time again. she was lucky to have learned from the best of the best. a guy who died last year, a mentor you can say. but also - a lover. she never really loved anyone per-se but herself, always being selfish and demanding, even with exes, she just used them, chewed them up and spit them right back out. but each time, she would sit in her Ferrari, getting ready to venture off on the track, hands holding onto the steering wheel firmly as her knuckles turned white and her deep-rooted prayer would be uttered in the comfort of her four doors. a little prayer to the heavens if he's even there, "if you're listening ty... watch over me tonight." with that, the woman comes front, ready to pop off the pistol in her hand and ning steps on the gas, ready to enter the race, hand shifting her gear back, one hand on the wheel and dark eyes glance over at mark's taunting face next to her - in the car right off her side which did nothing to deter her.

a race of the month started off, nice and easy - trialing and spiralling down into cheapstake notions as mark tried to pull too much on her side and run her off course, but of course, ning wasn't a coward to give in. she pushed back just as much as he did and with the last lap - that's when she took over the course of things for the night. adding her last push and firing up the turbocharger to push her car forward and drive past the finish line without an ounce of regret or mercy. mark's spluttering wheels coming a minute or so after with his muffler puffing out pathetically which only caused the standing ning, leaning against the door, people congratulating her as mark staggered out, glaring daggers at her. but she was used to this- men couldn't handle being beaten down by a - that being ning yizhuo.

@✧˚ 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..."