Burn up The Road || Haechan

Forty One

Byeol's body was hot, hotter than usual. She had already thrown Hyuck's arm and blanket off from her body, trying her hardest to cool down. Sweat had lined her body, slightly dampening her clothes, more like Hyuck's baggy shirt and a pair of her pyjama shorts.

She had fallen asleep the moment her head laid on Hyuck's chest, which was a few hours ago. Now, a few hours later, she was struggling to put her mind to rest and continue her slumber. She tossed and turned, groaning every time she couldn't find a comfy spot.

She had finally had enough, slowly slipping out of bed and making her way down to the kitchen. The house was quiet this early in the morning, all the lights had been turned off, the only contrast in the dark house was the tv being left on.

Byeol noticed the light of the tv, noticing drama that was playing at a low volume. She made her way towards, noticing a sleeping Jeno who had a late shift at the café. He came home around midnight, wanting to watch a few episodes of his favourite drama before bed, which only ended up in him falling asleep on the couch.

Byeol smiled at the male, grabbing a blanket from the other couch, throwing it over him gently. She turned the tv off before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a clean glass from the upper cabinet and filled it with water, drinking only half before pouring the rest down the sink.

She had been staying at the Dream house for a few weeks now, her mum and Yuta had left a days ago. She had passed the six-week mark, meaning she was able to ditch the sling and wear a 'figure 8' one instead. It was going to allow her to start working again, only light duties.

She had more movement than a few weeks ago, but still struggled to extend all the way. She was horrible at keeping anything on to secure it, she just wanted the injury over with.

The girl still struggled with riding in cars, she could get in one with the guys but was still struggles to get behind the wheel herself. Hyuck and Jaemin had been helping her, slowly introducing her to something that was her norm.

After the first accident it took her two years to finally drive a car again. There was always a chance of getting into another accident when she chose to drive again, she knew that. She knew the risk of racing again; she was willing to take the risks then, but was she willing to do it again?

She girl bought her hand up to her collarbone, slipping underneath the cotton of her shirt, running her no longer calloused fingertips over the raised skin. The two parallel lines still had only little feeling, sensitive to the touch.

Her hand fell from her scar, a sigh falling from her lips. She left the kitchen, instead of walking up the stairs back to Hyuck's room, she took the staircase down to the basement.

Her bare feet touched the cold concrete, cooling down her sweaty body. She felt the wall for the piano tile light switch, she flicked it on, almost blinded by the bright fluorescent light reflecting all metal in the room.

Her eyes gazed over every car in the room. Starting the with white pearlescent BMW e46, it had just been washed, making the flecks in the white paint sparkle as the light hit. Next, her eyes found the lowed artic Evolution, with high mountain tops and snowy terrain all painted on the exterior.

She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time she'd seen all those cars.

On the other side of the room was Renjun, the daffodil yellow vehicle with dainty flowers and beautiful bees was looking sleeker than ever. After Renjun had patch the front of his car and repainted it, her gave the rest of the car a touch up and new gloss over it.

Adjacent to the yellow skyline was her favourite car of all. Donghyuck's fiery Camaro. The gold and burnt orange tendrils wrapped around the wide vehicle, meeting up at the crimson red sun at the boot of the car.