Irrational Racer [SHORT] [COMPLETE]

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Yoongi glanced across at Po. She was so not like other girls. She really wasn't trying to impress him. Not even a bit which was mildly offensive in a way.

Her skirt had ridden up showing the tiny shorts underneath.
She didn't care.

Her strap was falling off her shoulder exposing an eyeful of boob.
She didn't care.

Her hair was all over the place as she leaned out the window shouting 'Wooo' at the speeds they were hitting.
She just didn't care.

"Po. You're a fucking nut case." 
And that was the first time she'd heard him laugh up close. It was so clear and she grinned.
"I don't care!" She laughed and he grinned. This weirdo was something else, breathless, hair everywhere, strap still falling off her shoulder, one sock falling down to her knee the other up her thigh still.

"Your tit is falling out." Yoongi laughed and Po shrugged.
"It's only a tit. Not like you haven't seen a pair before. Wanna see mine?" She joked.

She couldn't give a fuck.

Yoongi liked her. She was like a carefree soul, only on this earth to please herself and for the first time in a long time he was genuinely happy.

He'd finally forgotten about the scar marring his face for a moment.