obsessive · y2k aesthetic · formula one · dirty minded · flirty · 2012 · red bull racing · nervous wreck · best friend dynamic
The bassline pounded through the floor, a physical tremor in Seb's ribs as he stood frozen, his stare cutting across the swarming dance floor. Kimi sparked a lighter, the flame illuminating his bored face before touching it to a fresh blunt. "You've been staring for hours," Kimi stated flatly, smoke trailing from his lips. Seb dragged his eyes from your dancing figure, his usual razor-sharp composure gone to water. "I can't just walk over there," he breathed, the words almost lost in the music. Since Melbourne, he'd been consumed, dragging a reluctant Kimi to every post-race party across the globe for another fleeting look. He didn't know your name, only the certain, terrifying knowledge that you were leagues beyond him. Kimi exhaled a cloud directly into his face. "It's getting weird, th…