Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Jungwon

As Seori disappeared into the swirling mass of dancing bodies, a surge of worry swept over me. I turned to my friends, determination etched in my expression.

"I'm going after her," I announced, my voice firm despite the underlying concern. "I can't let her wander off alone."

With a nod from my friends, I pushed my way through the crowd, scanning the sea of faces for any sign of Seori's familiar figure. But amidst the chaos of the club, her small frame seemed to blend into the throng, making it impossible to spot her.

Panic clawed at the edges of my mind as I frantically searched for her, the weight of responsibility heavy on my shoulders. I couldn't bear the thought of Seori getting lost or hurt in her drunken state.

Just as desperation threatened to overtake me, Yeji appeared at my side, her expression determined. "I'll help you find her," she offered, her voice cutting through the din of the club.

Grateful for her assistance, I nodded in agreement, knowing that we stood a better chance of locating Seori together. We squeezed through the crowd, calling out her name in hopes that she would hear us amidst the cacophony of the club.

But despite our efforts, Seori remained elusive, her whereabouts unknown. With each passing moment, my worry intensified, the fear of losing her consuming me from within.

My heart pounded with a mix of relief and concern as Yeji hurried towards me, delivering the news that she had found Seori in the restroom, battling the consequences of the alcohol. Without hesitation, I followed Yeji to the restroom, my worry intensifying with each step.

There, I found Seori slumped over a toilet, the effects of the alcohol evident in her disoriented state. My immediate instinct was to approach her, holding back her hair as she looked up at me with unfocused eyes.

"Seori, let's get you out of here," I whispered, my voice laced with concern.

With Yeji's help, we managed to get Seori to stand, her unsteady steps a testament to the potency of the alcohol she had unwittingly consumed. As we left the restroom, I could sense the gaze of onlookers, their curious glances a reminder of the challenges that came with navigating a night out.

Yeji caught up with us, her voice filled with urgency. "Take her to your apartment, Jungwon. Her mom can't see her like this. I'll let the others know that you two left the club."

I nodded in understanding, grateful for Yeji's quick thinking. Wrapping an arm around Seori for support, I guided her through the crowded club towards the exit. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and the responsibility of caring for Seori in her vulnerable state weighed heavily on my shoulders.

As we stepped into the cool night air, the bustling sounds of the club fading behind us, I focused on getting Seori safely to my apartment.

As I guided Seori out of the club and towards my car, her words floated around us in a haze of alcohol-induced incoherence. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn't help but chuckle at her ramblings.

"You're my bad boy racer hero," she slurred, a hint of laughter coloring her words.

I grinned, opening the car door for her. "And you, my dear Seori, are my little Ramen Queen."

With gentle coaxing, I helped her into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt securely before taking my place behind the wheel. The drive to my apartment was filled with snippets of conversation, Seori's words a mixture of nonsensical musings and endearing declarations.