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"oh, come on! do you know how inconsiderate you are being right now?"
"stop yelling at me! every fucking mechanic outside would hear you."
"jesus fucking christ charles..."
pierre angrily muttered under his breath as he slammed the door to his driver room, leaving charles inside. pierre walked to the back of the hospitality and got a coffee, sitting at the chairs and tables on the patio, watching other team mechanics get on with their busy lives walking up and down the paddock on an early morning. pierre just wanted nothing more than a quiet morning to start the day right before free practice at noon, but he just had to barge in his driver's room and argue with him again.
pierre and charles have been together for almost a year now, but for these past few months, their morning routines have been getting up, preparing each others' coffee, fighting, going out to work, one of them comes home drunk after being out all day, and arguing again before going to sleep. pierre tried to not let the storm brewing in his personal life get a hold of his racing and professional career.
sitting under the morning sun and feeling the light australian breeze made him forget about the world spinning for a moment. until he saw a little yuki running across the paddock 20 minutes late after their call time.
"typical..." pierre whispered as he smiled at yuki rushing beside him to try and explain to franz and probably get an apology later on.
after the race, their media managers prepped them to attend the fan forum. as soon as they hit the stage under the lights, pierre looked over at yuki who was answering a question about his favorite australian meal so far. pierre couldn't help the thought that yuki looked good, almost pretty, smiling and laughing as he answered the questions, even as he looked at pierre from time to time.
damn it pierre, stop looking.
pierre tried to calm the little voice in his head, for his own sake and sanity to be able to get through this night. that was until-
"i like pierre's, uhm something..."
"you know like girlfriend or boyfriend, some kind of feeling"
pierre turned to look at yuki, almost staring in disbelief at what he just heard. yuki having some kind of girlfriend or boyfriend feelings was too much for him to take in one night. he couldn't ignore how flushed his cheeks went, and how unfiltered yuki was. as the forum continued, pierre answered one question in which he admitted that his personal life was messy, almost gaining an apologetic look from yuki who knew what was going on with his relationship, having to bear with hearing everything from next door.
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"hey pierre" yuki skipped and caught up to pierre after they took off from the stage.
"hi yuki"
"uhm, so i kind of overheard you and charles in the driver room right before the race. actually the entire garage almost heard you both."
"oh."
"yeah, i just wanted to say like if you need anyone to talk to, you can just call me anytime, yeah?"
"anytime? even when i'm shitfaced drunk?"
"even better."
and shitfaced drunk they were.
yuki and pierre drank at pierre's place, finally letting yuki inside his home for the first time after countless failed attempts of yuki trying to steal his keys. after ordering pizza and drinking soju and beer to celebrate yuki's p7 finish in imola (and celebrating rocky personal lives), they decided to play a drunken and over-sexualized version of truth or dare, a fairly dangerous game if it only includes a hopeless romantic who can't keep his mouth shut, and someone who-
"i just broke up with charles."
"wait what. pierre, when did this happen?" yuki stopped midway from taking a bite of pizza and looked almost too apologetic at pierre.
"right after the race in australia. i couldn't tell you- i was actually just about to tell you but didn't want to ruin the mood after you got p7."
pierre looked blankly at the wooden floor beneath his feet, taking another sip from the bottle of beer beside him. after a long pause of silence, pierre was about to look up to check if yuki fell asleep, only to feel a hug pressed to his back as he was sitting on the floor, both feet planted on the ground and head on his knees. pierre raised his head and stared blankly at the stool in front of him as yuki buried his head in the space between pierre's neck and shoulder, patting his arm ever so slightly and whispering "i'm sorry for that". pierre in his too-drunken state, replied "what's there to be sorry for. i mean you hear us arguing almost every after race". pierre turned his head to look at yuki in his dimmed apartment, slowly removing yuki’s arms around him and turning to look at him, suggesting to get on with their truth and dare.
yuki grabbed the empty soju bottle from beside him and spun it on the floor, pointing to pierre.
"ok pierre, truth or dare?"
"truth."
"did you and charles fuck in the driver room."
yuki caught his mouth too late after he realized how off-timed his question was.
"yes."
"ew, WHAT THE FUCK PIERRE? AND YOU EVEN INVITED ME TO YOUR DRIVER ROOM SOMETIMES?"
yuki screamed as he threw a pizza slice at pierre who was laughing breathlessly.
"ok- ok yuki now your turn. fucking disgusting throwing pizza at people."
"but you didn't spin the bottle."
"there's only the two of us idiot."
"oh okay, maybe truth."
pierre being a totally different person when drunk (and also overly confident), asked something that has been on his mind for a while now.
"are you in love?"
that stupid french accent, yuki thought to himself and took another shot of soju as he replied,
"yes. he's actually in the paddock, you might know him." yuki said with a smirk and it took pierre a good 10 seconds to realize,
"wait- he?"
yuki could almost swear he would dash to the door and leave, almost sobering up after accidentally outing himself. pierre looked up at yuki and saw how the city lights from the window reflected on his face, the apartment almost completely dark except for a small warm lamp behind him. pierre studied how the dim light and his hazy judgement made yuki look, admittedly cute.
"that's great yuki. you should introduce him to me sometime. we could play fifa."
"ok enough of me, now it's your turn pierre."
"dare."
"ok, i dare you to call pyry, tell him you're shitting, and hang up."
"what the fuck yuki."
pierre says while laughing out loud, yuki laughing with him until he's rolled up on the floor. pierre dials the number and hears his phone ringing, but pyry's number going straight to voicemail, which was understandable at 1 in the morning.
"oh come on that's unfair" yuki protests against pierre who just keeps laughing and drinking his beer until it eventually ran out.
"now yuki, truth or dare."
"fuck it, dare."
"i dare you to wear something unexpected when entering the paddock at miami."
yuki stared wide at pierre, until he smiles slyly, like he's figured it out.
“make sure to post me on your instagram then, yeah?”
and boy, did yuki wear something, say, unexpected.