Don't Call Me Kid - Prologue

Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.

Gail Devers (via thehopefulquotes)

Eu nunca fui muito bom em falar de mim, por mais que eu sinta às vezes que só faço isso, eu nunca fui muito bom em lidar com fins, talvez por isso dizem tanto que eu fujo de compromisso.

Zant

eu amei a saga do enzo ceo rico e poderoso mas fiquei imaginando...

enzo artista pobre que acabou de começar a atuar e reader filha de um homem muito influente no mundo dos negócios que odeia ele...

imagina ela toda moça de família e ele levando ela pro mundinho dele e tirando o cabaço dela🗣🗣🗣 aff eu amaria

nossa, como eu adorei isso aqui! amo a virada de chave pra nós comendo o palhaço rolinha pobre coitado.

(não revisado, tenham piedade pls)

segue aqui seu pedido, minha queen:

Você conheceu Enzo em um evento da sua faculdade em que ele era bolsista em teatro e artes cênicas, enquanto você pegava a mensalidade total em um curso renomado. A primeira vez que se encontraram, você ficou totalmente encantada por ele, aqueles cabelos sedosos, o rosto de galã e olhos gentis, mas quando você descobriu que ele fazia teatro e se vestia tão... desleixado, então deixou de lado sua atração por ele, sabendo que sua família nunca aceitaria caso vocês tivessem algo.

Entretanto, Enzo simplesmente estava em todo lugar que você ia. Ficou louco pelo seu jeitinho de princesa e como você parecia uma bonequinha toda inocente e arrumadinha. As suas unhas sempre feitas, o cabelo impecável, usava joias a qualquer momento do dia e suas roupas e sapatos eram de marcas de luxo. Mesmo que ele recebesse olhares enojados do seu pai toda vez que ia te cumprimentar, o moreno fazia questão de te dar pelo menos um oizinho.

Você evita ele em todos esses lugares, mas Enzo sabia que era muito educada para simplesmente ignorá-lo. A situação mudou totalmente no dia que você foi ao teatro sozinha porque seus pais cancelaram de última hora, mas estava ansiosa para ver a obra e era muito fã do diretor, então decidiu assistir sozinha no camarote exclusivo da sua família. Ao ver quem era o ator principal seus olhos se arregalaram e outras reações incomuns surgiram pelo seu corpo, assistir ele atuar era hipnotizante, não só Enzo era extremamente talentoso, como aparecia em algumas cenas sem camisa fazendo uma pulsação irritante crescer no meio das suas pernas. No fim da peça, ficou esperando no hall de entrada do teatro, distraída admirando as belas pinturas e ornamentos do ambiente. Apreensão toma conta do seu ser quando sente uma mão grande tocar suas costas, vira-se rapidamente para ver quem foi.

Seu coração acelera ao dar de cara com aqueles olhos castanhos enquanto os lábios tinham um sorrisinho arrogante.

"Você por aqui, bonequinha." Diz ainda sem tirar as mãos do seu corpo, agora deixando-a descansando no seu ombro.

"Que susto, Enzo." Responde colocando a mão no peito, tentando em vão acalmar seu coração que martelava no seu peito, nervosa com a proximidade dele."V-você é muito talentoso, fiquei impressionada."

"Obrigado, gatita." Fala agora brincando com a alça fina do seu vestido, sorrindo ao ver suas bochechas corarem por causa dos nomes carinhosos que ele te chamava.

Você nem lembra direito como acabou se beijando com ele no corredor escuro dos camarins. Só recorda dele dizendo que te mostraria umas coisas do cenário e quando chegaram perto de um canto escuro, ele só te puxou e te pressionou contra a parede. Agarrando sua cintura e roçando o nariz grande no seu pescoço, falando como você estava cheirosa e muito linda com essa roupinha, sentia seu corpo tremer com a voz grave dele te dizendo tudo o que imaginava antes de dormir.

Não demorou muito para vocês começarem a se beijar enquanto as mãos passeavam pelo corpo um do outro. Enzo subiu seu vestido apertado até a cintura e enfiou uma coxa musculosa no meio das suas pernas, logo empurrava seus quadris para você começar a se esfregar nele. Desajeitada, se mexia buscando estímulo, mas sentia que não era o suficiente, só manchava o tecido fino da calça e sua intimidade pulsava, intensamente, buscando alívio.

Percebendo que você gemia implorando por mais, Enzo desceu uma mão até a sua bucetinha, acariciando onde sabia que te fazeria ver estrelas, e pelo o que ele notou você era bem inexperiente, soltando sonzinhos e miados só de ter a língua dele massageando a sua ou as mãos apertando sua bunda e peitos.

Quando ele afastou sua calcinha para o lado e você sentiu o contato pele a pele do indicador dele esfregando seus clitóris, soltou um gemido alto contra os lábios carnudos e desatenta acabou mordendo o a carne macia. Seu rosto ardeu de vergonha por se sentir tão patética.

"Uau, a gatinha morde." Disse rindo e lambendo o cantinho dos lábios que sangrava um pouco. Sua buceta se contraiu ao redor de nada ao perceber que seu batom manchou o queixo dele e como os olhos escuros te devoravam.

Enzo retomou a massagem contra a sua entradinha molhada, esfregava círculos lentos no seu pontinho inchado na medida que distribuia beijos pelo seu rostinho quente, já que você não conseguia beijar ele direito e nem parar de choramingar. Você gemeu mais alto quando ele enfiou um dedo comprido na sua entradinha, penetrava até a metade tentando te fazer se acostumar com a sensação, notando que você começou a se foder no dedo dele, Enzo baixou a frente do seu vestido, chupando seus biquinhos tesos e grunhindo com a sensação deliciosa da sua bucetinha molhada engolindo o dígito.

"Goza pra mim, princesa, quero sentir essa bucetinha me apertando." Sussurra no seu ouvido, adicionando mais um dedo e acelerando os movimentos. Tapou a própria boca ao soltar um gritinho quando seu orgasmo chegou, com a outra mão fincou as unhas no braço musculoso e sentia os espasmos da sua buceta quase expulsando os dedos do mais velho.

Depois disso, vocês engataram em um relacionamento sério, apesar das diferenças, se entendiam como ninguém e ambos estavam começando a se apaixonar.

Enzo te levava a lugares que você nunca tinha ido, aquelas lanchonetes de esquina que seu pai criticava, os brechos e sebos que sua mãe odiava e ainda te fazia acompanhar ele em festas da galera das artes. Além disso, te ensinou a apreciar as pequenas coisas da vida, como andar de bicicleta ao amanhecer e fazer trilhas para se conectar mais com a natureza. Claro, você fazia tudo isso escondido dos seus pais, jurando que estava passando o fim de semana na casa de uma amiga que te acobertava e torcia pelo seu relacionamento com o moreno.

Como era um pouco mais velho e mais experiente, Enzo te ensinou tudo que sabia sobre sexo. Após o dia no teatro, quase todas as vezes que se encotravam rolava algum tipo de atividade sexual. Vocês já tinham feito de quase tudo, te ensinou como chupar o pau dele, como se masturbar da maneira correta, as vezes vocês ficavam só se esfregando até ele gozar na sua coxa e você se contrair ao redor de nada, mas nunca realmente fazendo sexo.

Estava decidida que hoje seria o dia que finalmente sentiria o pau grosso dele dentro de você. Por isso, planejou tudo antecipadamente, colocou uma roupa que sabia deixar ele cheio de mãos bobas, se perfumou mais do que o normal e colocou um filme entediante para vocês assistirem. Não demorou muito para você já estar por baixo dele só de lingerie, Enzo chupava seu pescoço enquanto você gemia em protesto para não deixar marcas que seus pais pudessem ver, ele chupa uma marquinha roxa na sua nuca onde o cabelo cobre e baixa os lábios até encontrar seus peitos cobertos por uma renda fininha. Ele lambia e chupava seus seios por cima do tecido, encharcando o pano e pressionava a ereção pesada na sua calcinha igualmente fina.

"Quero fazer hoje, Enzo." Diz ofegante quando ele retira seu sutiã e começa a chupar seus mamilos enquanto apertava a carne macia. Seus quadris se remexiam um contra o outro e sua umidade melava suas coxas.

"Tem certeza, muñequita? Quer que eu foda essa bucetinha virgem, hm?" O moreno te responde, voltando a aproximar o rosto do seu, olhando no fundo dos seus olhos para ter certeza que você realmente queria ele. ao te ver assentir entusiasmada e murmurar vários sim's, Enzo enfia uma mão entre seus corpos para tirar a cueca dele e passar os dedos pelas suas dobrinhas molhadas, gemidos manhosos saiam da sua boca conforme dois dígitos te penetravam e o polegar esfregava seu clitóris. Apesar de você já estar bem molhada, Enzo sabia que não seria fácil meter o pau sem preparo ou se você não estivesse gozado pelo menos uma vez.

O mais velho sabia como te fazer enlouquecer e onde estava todos os seus pontos sensível. Curva os dedos dentro do seu canal, acariciando aquele lugar que te fazia soltar mais lubrificação ainda ao mesmo tempo que beijava seu pescoço sensível. Você agarrava as costas musculosas, gemendo com a chegada inesperada do seu orgasmo. Suas costas arquearam e chamava o nome dele desperadamente, pela sensação elétrica que corria pelas suas veias ao jorrar mais líquidos nos dedos grossos.

Quando você se recuperou, Enzo voltou a unir seus lábios, te dando um beijo amoroso e lento para tentar transmitir toda a paixão que sentia por ti. Pincelava a cabeça vermelha do membro na sua buceta encharcada, ele admirava seus olhos te achando a coisa mais preciosa do mundo e pensando como era sortudo por ser seu primeiro, e com certeza, vai fazer questão de ser o único.

O mais velho enfiou pouco a pouco o pau grosso na sua entradinha apertada, arromabando seu buraco totalmente, te esticando ao máximo e fazendo seus olhos se fecharem para aguentar a ardência que crescia junto com o prazer. Observando sua expressão, Enzo acariciava seu corpo e passava os dedos levemente pelo seu clitóris sensível, quando ele meteu tudo, você se sentia cheia e como se ele cutucasse seu útero com a profundidade que alcançava. Pediu para o seu namorado começar a se mexer, rebolando sutilmente contra os quadris do mais velho.

Ele iniciou um ritmo devagar, pressionando o corpo suado contra o seu, preenchendo todos os seus sentidos, te fazendo gemer loucamente. Enzo gemia alto com o jeito que sua bucetinha quente e estreita apertava o pau dele, massageando o comprimento de uma forma tão gostosa. Além disso, suas bolas tensionavam com a maneira que você estava desesperada por ele, arranhando as costas definidas e agarrando os cabelos sedosos tão forte que o couro cabeludo dele doía.

Quando ele passou a te foder com força, fazendo seus corpos emitirem sons altos ao se chocarem e sua buceta molhar os pelos da virilha dele, choramigou que não iria aguentar mais e precisava gozar no pau dele dentro de você. Enzo também sabia que não duraria muito, subestimando como era sentir uma buceta virgem espreme-lo e ainda por estar fodendo a mulher que ele amava mais que tudo. O uruguaio passa a te foder mais rápido, desengonçado e com grunhidos altos misturados com palavrões.

Enzo enfia o rosto no seu pescoço ao soltar jatos quentes de porra dentro de você, grudando mais ainda seus corpos e levou uma mão para beliscar seu clitóris até sentir suas paredes se contrairem ao redor dele. Se afastou para ver o gozo escorrer pela sua bucetinha arrombada, passeou os dedos pela sua intimidade espalhando o líquido branco por toda a pele da região, te marcando de uma forma que ninguém nunca faria. Por mais que o relacionamento de vocês fosse um segredo por agora, ele não poderia esperar para colocar um anel no seu dedo e te ter assim todos os dias.

E claro que sua família descobre tudo quando acha um teste de gravidez positivo no meio do seu lixo❣️

Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

i love 5th generation idol duo “brothers” so very much 😔🤍

Drive to Survive • 1

pairing: f1 racer!Jungkook x f. race engineer!reader rating: +18, MDNI genre: Colleagues 2 Lovers, romcom, angst, fluff, smut warnings: mature themes and explicit content wc: ~3.5K

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. 💕

masterlist • 2

Standing alone at the deserted pit stop of the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team, two days before the start of training for the eighteenth race out of twenty-four this weekend at the Hockenheimring in Germany, you can't help but exhale deeply. This moment finally marks the culmination of your ambitions, a goal you've pursued tirelessly since childhood.

Growing up in a motorsport family, you were immersed in the world of high-stakes automotive and racing enterprises equally surrounded by their high-ups thanks to your father. You admired everything about cars, particularly Formula 1. Every training session, qualifying round, and race became your passion and study material. Often, you found yourself in VIP lounges, observing the action alongside your father.

Your teenage years were a series of hard work and academic excellence, especially in STEM subjects like Mathematics, Physics, and Computer Science. These achievements earned you prestigious positions in robotics and engineering clubs. While others spent their free time socialising and partying like every normal and healthy teenager would, you dedicated yours to assisting smaller racing clubs with car setups, data analysis, and strategy planning.

In your late teenage years, you had the opportunity to accompany your father to a race once more, this time with the goal of making your own connections. You were on the brink of completing your bachelor’s degree as one of the youngest graduates in the world, with additional majors in automotive and aeronautical engineering. This combination was designed to secure your future and fulfil your aspiration of becoming a race engineer. Despite facing constant belittlement and pushback for being a woman, a very feminine woman at that, and having few friends besides a handful of aspiring F1 drivers and some girlfriends of family friends, your social skills remained intact, thanks largely to your mother’s unwavering support and guidance. 

Her words were engraved into every cell of your being: „It’s okay to have your own passion.“ she said one day after you were again bullied at school for being the only girl at the robotics club, „There’s nothing inherently feminine or masculine about it. Wanting something in a male-dominated field doesn’t mean you have to shut off your feminine side or stop embracing who you are. It’s all part of you, so be proud of it. So am I.“

Meeting Toto Wolff, the team principal of Mercedes, and Mattia Binotto, team principal of Ferrari, was a dream come true. Their genuine interest in your future within their teams was a validation of your hard work. That day also marked your first encounter with Jeon Jungkook, a prodigious new talent under the Mercedes team and son of a former, now retired F1 driver. After enduring his lingering gaze for several uncomfortable seconds, the lame flirting that followed made you turn away silently in mild disgust. You had no desire to entertain such behaviour, something you had grown accustomed to dismissing as one of the few, and even fewer attractive, women in the field.

Years flew by as you completed both your bachelor's and master's degrees with flying colours, nothing able to slow you down. Your relentless pursuit of your dream resulted in an offer from the Haas team for a race engineer position for the upcoming season. Although not your first choice due to reservations about their team principal, you saw it as a stepping stone in your career.

A week ago, you received a call from an unknown number late at night. You frowned, debating whether to send it straight to voicemail, as you were never a fan of calls, especially from someone not in your contact list. But something, a deep feeling in your gut, made you pick it up at the last second. Your heart rate spiked and stopped several times during the call when Toto himself offered you the position of race engineer for their first driver starting next week even though the season was in full swing. You tried hard to keep your tears of happiness from being heard through the receiver as you accepted and thanked him. The next day, you signed the contract sent via email, and after consulting with your father and lawyers, you sent it back. Then, you called to decline Haas' offer, which had yet to be formalised with a contract or any other written confirmation.

Now, here you stand at the starting line of a new chapter in your life, ready to embrace the challenges and triumphs that await. As a reminder pings on your phone, alerting you that it’s time to head to the Mercedes-Benz headquarters in Stuttgart for your first in-person briefing and introduction to the team and driver, you leave the premises of the ring with a smile on your face that illuminates the way to your car. A gentle breeze captures your hair, and the sunny day is filled with the sound of birds chirping, a symphony soon to be drowned out by the roar of engines.

As you arrive at the headquarters of Mercedes-Benz, you're granted access to the premises with an access card that was sent to you by post some days prior. Your smiling face greets you from the picture on the card as you hang it around your neck. You drive towards the imposing glass building, its sheer size both awe-inspiring and intimidating. Turning into the designated section of the underground garage, you park your car and make your way to the escalators. The ascent is smooth and swift, leading you up to the floor where the meeting room awaits. 

You are dressed in a modest, yet professional dress that strikes the perfect balance between formality and approachability. From the outset, you made it clear that you would not conform to the typical attire of the men, dress shirts and pants. This choice has been met without objection, thanks to the variety of coats and accessories available from the merchandise shop for the team while on track. Your attire, though different, fits seamlessly into the polished, modern and dynamic environment of Mercedes.

As you make your way to the meeting room, you pass several acquaintances of your father, exchanging quick greetings in the process. The walls are adorned with intricate technical drawings and striking photographs of every car model the company has produced, each piece telling a story of innovation and their commitment to excellence.

In various corners, you notice miniature sculptures, meticulously crafted to capture the essence of the brand, alongside occasional pieces of abstract artwork that add a touch of artistic flair to the high-tech environment. These thoughtful touches elevate the space, creating a perfect mixture of functionality and aesthetics. The glass front of the building provides a breathtaking view of the training grounds of the local football club, a team that competes in the national first league. You take a moment to appreciate the seamless integration of sports and engineering excellence, both striving for peak performance like you do too.

Turning the last corner, the meeting room comes into your view where you immediately spot Toto, the technical director, George Russell's race engineer, George Russell himself, and Jeon Jungkook waiting for you. Walking confidently towards them, Jungkook is the first to notice you, his expression shifting from surprise to confusion, then realisation, and finally settling on repulsion within seconds. Internally, you sigh; professionalism, it seems, might be a stretch for him today.

You softly knock on the open door with a friendly smile, making eye contact with everyone as you greet them. Toto is the first to stand and quickly walks over to you, prompting everyone else to rise except for Jungkook, who only stands after George nudges him and whispers, "Don't be a dick."

You shake hands with Toto, a moment you had long dreamed of in this setting. "Good morning, __. Thank you for being here."

As Toto turns around and introductions follow, the room reveals a spectrum of reception, from warmth to evident boredom, particularly noticeable in Jungkook's demeanour.

„Please have a seat.“ Toto motions to the empty chair beside him and George's race engineer. To your right, at the head of the table, are Toto and the technical director, with Jungkook directly in front of you and George beside him.

Undeterred by Jungkook's thinly veiled hostility, which is a familiar challenge throughout your career, you settle in, extracting your tablet from your purse as Toto initiates the proceedings.

„Today, we’re introducing our new race engineer for Jungkook, ___. ___, welcome to the team.“ 

„Thank you, it’s great to be here.“

The encouraging voice of the technical director catches your attention. „We’re glad to have you onboard. You’ll be working closely with Jungkook, and I know you bring a wealth of knowledge that’ll compensate for your lack of experience.“

„Yeah, welcome to the team. And if you need any help settling in or understanding our processes, feel free to ask.“ George's race engineer smiles kindly your way, toying with his pencil.

„Thank you, I appreciate that.“

Toto continues, ignoring Jungkook’s scoff beside him. „As you know, our team philosophy revolves around meticulous preparation and strategic execution. Let’s discuss what you’ve been focusing on since joining us a week ago and how we’ll integrate your approach into our existing strategies.“

Now it's your time to shine. Every previous conversation in this field has been off-track and informal. Now is your chance to prove you are worth their trust and the right choice for the job. „Certainly. I’ve been reviewing the recent race data and simulations, especially focusing on Jungkook’s driving style and preferences. I’ve also been familiarising myself with our car’s setup and the team’s historical performance at this circuit.“ 

As you mention Jungkook's name, you glance briefly at him. He stares back at you without blinking or moving, his reaction unclear, whether positive or negative that you mentioned his name. 

„Good to hear. Jungkook has specific preferences regarding car balance and feedback. Have you had a chance to discuss these details with them?“ The technical director asks further.

„Not yet, but I’ve prepared a setup proposal based on our simulations and historical data. I plan to discuss it with Jungkook later today, if he’s free.“

Jungkook's eye twitches at that, his face showing clear signs of displeasure. Nonetheless, he nods his head once.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, George interjects casually with a warm laugh to ease the tension, „Jungkook prefers a more stable rear end through the high-speed corners, just a heads-up. He’s very particular about it.“

„Understood. I’ll make sure to incorporate that into our setup options.“ you note it down immediately.

„Our drivers rely heavily on trust and communication with their engineers. Building that rapport is crucial for success on the track. How do you plan to approach this relationship?“ Toto challenges you, making it clear everyone in the room senses Jungkook's hostility.

You are certain that the job requirements themselves will not be the most challenging aspect; rather, it will be establishing a stable relationship with Jungkook. His approval and cooperation will ultimately determine whether you can secure your position and succeed in this role or face immediate dismissal.

You met Jungkook's gaze directly, intent on conveying your sincerity. “I believe in open communication and transparency. I aim to build a strong working relationship with Jungkook based on mutual trust and respect. I’ll be proactive in seeking his feedback and ensuring he feels fully supported.”

Your words seem to have struck a nerve, evidenced by Jungkook's growing irritation. There’s a short silence until George discreetly kicks Jungkook under the table. Jungkook coughs, masking a wince from the kick, and replies with a forced smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “I appreciate that approach. Communication is key during the race weekend, especially with strategy adjustments and car performance updates.”

You are slightly startled by the technical director's clap. “Perfect. Let’s ensure our focus remains on optimising our performance for the upcoming race. ___, if you need any additional resources or support, don’t hesitate to reach out. We’re all here to ensure both drivers have the best possible setup and strategy.”

“Thank you. I’m excited to contribute to our team’s success.”

“Excellent. Let’s continue our preparations. We have a packed schedule ahead of us. ___, welcome once again. Let’s make this a successful weekend.” Toto's words do little to soothe the burn of Jungkook's scrutinising stare.

After one and a half hours of intense briefing, Toto finally adjourns the meeting. The next session is set for Friday morning at the track, with every staff member involved in the training scheduled for that day.

As the room begins to empty, George turns to you with a warm smile. “Okay, let me properly welcome you to the team. I’m super excited to have you on board.”

“I’m very honoured, thank you, Mr. Russell.”

“Oh, please, call me George.” Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook rolling his eyes and throwing his head back while George approaches and embraces you in a short, welcoming hug.

“Oh wow, you’re taller than I thought,” you say to George after pulling away, Jungkook faking gag sounds. 

“And you’re so tiny.” George ruffles your hair which earns him a playful glare. “Anyways, I’ll leave you both to it. See you tomorrow.” He winks and heads out. After a moment, his head pops back in. “You,” he points to Jungkook, “behave.” And with that, he's gone.

A silence stretches between you and Jungkook, both of you locking gazes in a challenge you didn’t realise was happening until you blink and Jungkook bursts out, “Ha! You lost.”

You blink again, slower this time, perplexed by the absurdity of it all. “Okay, now that that’s settled, let’s get down to business, shall we? So, the Hockenheimring was dropped from the calendar for the last few years, so it’ll be not only new to me but also to…”

Jungkook interrupts, “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

You slowly turn your gaze from your tablet to him, blinking as you compose yourself. “We should obviously review the track. I’m sure you’re aware of its tight hairpins and long straights. Also, I’d like to know your preferred tires so the technical sectors don’t…”

Jungkook scoffs, clearly not having listened to a word you said. His arms are crossed, his look equal parts challenging and condescending. “It all makes sense now. You’ve been obsessed with me since the first time you saw me. Doing everything in your power to work with me. Even graduating ridiculously young and declining the offer from Haas.”

Your irritation reaches a boiling point. “I think it’s funny you’ve kept tabs on me for all those years.”

“No, I haven’t. It’s common knowledge. You’ve always wanted a piece of me. It’s flattering, really.”

“I can assure you, my interest has always been in the job, not in you. And it’s flattering to know that my vitae seems to be common knowledge to you.”

“Sure, of course. You don’t have to play coy. It’s perfectly natural to be drawn to someone as experienced as I am. But let’s keep things professional, aight?”

“Fine by me.” You smile at him, relieved that he seems to be cooperating. “So, yes. The tires you’d prefer to…”

Jungkook interrupts again, and you slump defeatedly into your seat, looking at the ceiling. “It’s just that your enthusiasm to work with me comes off as a bit… personal. But don’t worry, I can handle it.”

Having had enough of this kindergarten behaviour, you counter with a flat tone. “If anyone’s having trouble handling things, it seems to be you. Your comments suggest you’re projecting your own feelings onto me.”

“Projecting? That’s a bit of a reach. I’m just stating what I’ve observed.” Jungkook acts surprised, an exaggerated hand on his chest.

After spending the first hours with Jungkook in this room, you knew you’d have to set boundaries and make your intentions clear. It’s well known in the media that he’s a flirt, and sometimes his success goes to his head. But you’re trained and prepared for this kind of behaviour. It’s not your first nor will it be your last rodeo.

“What you’ve observed is likely coloured by your own assumptions. I’m here to work. If you feel uncomfortable with my presence, perhaps it’s your own obsession that’s the issue.”

Jungkook’s ears tint red. “My obsession? That’s absurd. I’m perfectly professional.”

And for good measure, you push further. “Yet you seem fixated on making this about something other than work. It’s almost as if you’re trying to convince yourself of something.” You can’t suppress the twitch of your lip.

“I… No, that’s not it at all. I’m just pointing out what I’ve noticed.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the red tint slowly spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

And because you’re a little bit petty because of his behaviour in the hours prior, you make him squirm a little bit more. “What you’ve noticed is a fabrication of your own making. Let’s stay focused on the race. If you can’t handle working with me professionally, that says more about you than it does about me.”

“I’m completely professional! It’s just… Look, let’s just get this done.” Jungkook is clearly embarrassed.

“Exactly. Let’s focus on the tires for now and leave personal assumptions out of it, hm?” The smile you send him is plastic.

The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension. Jungkook's eyes dart away, his earlier bravado crumbling. He clears his throat and finally sits straight up, pulling his own tablet in front of him.

"Fine, let's talk about the tires," he says, his tone grudgingly compliant.

You take a deep breath, trying to reignite the professional spirit that this meeting was supposed to uphold. "The Hockenheimring has a mix of high-speed straights and tight hairpins, so we'll need a tire that offers a balance between grip and durability. What’s your preference?"

Jungkook’s expression becomes more focused, the professionalism shown for the first time. Something you only heard about. “Mediums for the practice sessions, hards for the race. We can test softs during qualifying.”

You nod, noting down his preferences. “Good choice. The mediums should give us the flexibility we need for adjustments. Now, about the strategy for turn six. It's notorious for causing understeer. We need to adjust the front wing angle…”

As you delve into the technical details, you notice Jungkook finally paying attention. His eyes are on the data, and he’s engaging with the information. The earlier hostility seems to fade, replaced by a shared focus on the task at hand. 

“This setup should help mitigate the understeer,” you continue, showing him the adjustments on the screen. “It’ll also improve stability through the Parabolika.”

Jungkook nods, his demeanour much more serious now. “That makes sense. I’ve had issues with that turn in the simulation. If we can nail the setup, it’ll give us a significant advantage.”

“Exactly,” you say with a genuine smile in your face, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. “And for the long straights, we’ll need to optimise the downforce. It’s a tricky balance, but I believe we can find the sweet spot.”

The conversation flows more smoothly, the professional exchange slowly bridging the gap that had earlier felt insurmountable. By the time you wrap up the discussion, there’s a mutual respect in the air.

“Alright, I think we’re set for now,” you say, shutting off your tablet. A smile now permanently on your face, you notice Jungkook's motions falter a bit as he packs up, his gaze meeting yours. He seems taken aback by your joyful demeanour, having not noticed the shift in your expression since the conversation turned serious some time ago. “I’ll finalise these settings and we’ll review them again on Friday.”

Jungkook stands, looking somewhat still not fully convinced of you but also more cooperative. “Thanks for the detailed rundown. I appreciate it.”

Still, you offer him a genuine smile, hoping this marks the beginning of a more collaborative relationship. “No problem. Let’s make sure we’re both on the same page from here on out.”

He nods, and with a final, respectful glance, he leaves the room. You watch him go, feeling a mix of relief and cautious optimism. It’s been a challenging start, but you’re determined to make this partnership work.

As the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. The road ahead is long, but with focus and determination, you’re confident that you’ll both rise to the challenge.

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