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Shining cars and terrible friendships

Summary:

Being rich may seem all fun and games till your parents don’t care about you as long as you stay out of trouble. That’s the case for Juyeon, while he’s running an illegal street racing club with Sangyeon where other rich kids can join too. But things are not running smoothly when his rival returns after 2 years.

Notes:

Hi everyone!

Before I start with my fanfic, I wanted to say that English is not my first language and I am trying my best to avoid grammar mistakes. I genuinely hope you enjoy this fanfiction as much as I wrote it!

Enjoy!

xx Sam

Chapter Text

The moment he set his foot on South Korean ground after 4 months being separated, the first thing he did was check if he got phone service. Switching his sim card was the first thing he did when he sat in his airplane seat.
No he didn’t want to check his social media, it was a phone call to tell he was on his way.
Dialing the phone number he wanted to reach didn’t pick up.

It’s going to be a surprise visit then.

"I am meeting a friend, please put my luggage in my room and tell my mom it will be quick." He hands the hand baggage to the chauffeur who is supposed to take him home.

"Your mother is expecting guests, she sent me to make sure you are on time."
Juyeon grins and takes his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through messages and shows it to the chauffeur. "She texted me yesterday already, I know we are. Just tell her I’ll be there."

"I can drive you to your friend."

"No it’s ok, I’m taking a cab." He flashes a quick smile before taking off, searching for a taxi to take him to the destination he desperately wants to arrive too.

After finding a taxi he couldn’t stop starring at Seoul’s beauty from the car window. Seeing the clouds coloring orange and pink when It’s almost sundown. It’s his favorite part of the day. It took the taxi chauffeur 20 minutes to drive to the place. Juyeon paid the chauffeur and made a small bow to thank the man before stepping out of the vehicle.

"Isn't it our lovely Juyeon returning from France." Hearing a familiar voice, not over the phone was nice for Juyeon. "Sangyeon my man." A quick hug happened and Sangyeon watching Juyeon from head to toe, searching for a change. "No tattoo’s?"

"You want my mom to kill me?"

Sangyeon smiles at his friend’s comment.

"Anyway where is she?"

"In the left garage, alone as you suggested." The moment Sangyeon answered his question, he was already 10 steps away.

"I missed you so much." Was the first thing Juyeon said, opening the garage door. "She is so much more beautiful than I could remember." He went on.

"You just landed an hour ago after being away for four months and the first thing you wanted to see was your car? I got to say, it’s pathetic."

After hearing the insult made by his friend, he still couldn’t take his eyes off his precious car. Instead of giving an answer Juyeon raises a middle finger and kept smiling from ear to ear, sitting on the driver’s seat as if it’s his first time. "I thought we wouldn’t judge, you love cars too" Juyeon said without removing his eyes from the wheel.
"Yes I do, luckily not on your level."

A moment of silence came between them.

"By the way, I haven’t told you something yet." Sangyeon scratches the back of his head, Juyeon knows this habit. Sangyeon is nervous and is going to tell something that will make his friend mad or disappointed or maybe both.

"You know Jaehyun is back in town."

Juyeon simply nodded.

“He uhm…He bought a ticket.”

“Why did you let him? I told you already that guy is not welcome.”

“You could’ve seen it coming, his friends are in it too.”

Juyeon scoffed. “Which friends?”

“You know half of his friend group joined when we started, and he even brought a new driver from Tokyo.”

“How much did he pay?” Juyeon asks. “He bet 20 grand on his new driver.”

Juyeon’s mind blanks hearing the amount. “Not that I care about his money, if I had the power to stop him from joining I would’ve but he will most likely sabotage everything. Since he can’t snitch.”

A sigh left both of their mouths. “Can you drive me home? My parents have guests over and I’m already late.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

During the whole car ride, the only thing that you could hear was the radio. Sangyeon peeks at Juyeon a couple of times while driving, seeing him cursing under his breath and balling his fists. He figures it's not the right moment to ask about his stay in France.

Juyeon’s parents don’t know he has a car in a garage what he refers to as his true love. He only drove it after dawn when he wouldn’t be easy to recognize since it’s a car that Juyeon uses for the street races he sometimes takes participate in. When he went to France he asked Sangyeon, the only friend he trusts enough to watch his car. Sangyeon himself is from a very wealthy family like Juyeon, he doesn't have to face his parents all the time since they live abroad. He at least has his grandpa that appreciates his existence.

"We are here and I see someone sitting on your porch,” Sangyeon says. Both heads turn to the person who is sitting with a phone in their hand. The lights in the front yard aren't that bright but the thing that is are the neon yellow sneakers that person wears.

“That’s Chanhee.” The only person who Juyeon knows could wear any color and still look good, was his own nephew.

“I’ll see you around, thanks for the drive.”

Sangyeon nods and says goodbye, watching his friend leave the car to walk towards the lonely creature sitting on his porch.

“Why are you not inside.”

Juyeon stands in front of him, knowing Chanhee felt his presence when he arrived with the car. His eyes are still glued to his phone screen and not responding to the question his couple months older nephew asked.

“Just because your mother is my aunt doesn’t mean she gets to yell at me when you fuck up.”

“She yelled at you? Juyeon laughs.

His eyes are still on his phone.

“I bought you macarons to make it up to you. I figured this would happen.” Buying things was Juyeon’s way to make things up or at least grab his attention. Especially if it’s something like macarons, Chanhee’s favorite.

“From where?”

“Ladurée.”

“Which flavor?”

“I bought every flavor they had.”

The younger nephew finally removes his eyes from his phone screen, It worked again.

“Apology accepted.” Chanhee stands up and walks to the front door to go back inside, he blocks the entrance with his foot before Juyeon could step inside his own house.

“I’m taking the macarons right away.”

Juyeon laughs. “Navy blue suitcase and I missed you too.”

"I don't think you'll miss anything if you walk inside, Jaehyun is here with his parents."