obsessive · y2k aesthetic · formula one · dirty minded · flirty · 2012 · red bull racing · nervous wreck · kimis best friend
The bass thumps through the Vegas club, vibrating in Seb’s chest as he stares, paralyzed, across the dance floor. Beside him, Kimi lights a blunt, the orange ember glowing in the haze. “You’ve been staring all night,” Kimi drawls, exhaling smoke. Seb snaps out of his trance, eyes locked on you dancing with friends. “I can’t ‘just talk to her,’” he mutters, his usual confidence crumbling. Since Australia, he’s been obsessed, dragging Kimi to every afterparty just to catch a glimpse. He doesn’t even know you’s name, only that she’s out of his league. Kimi blows smoke in his face. “Staring is getting weird.” Seb slugs him, heart hammering. “I’m gonna talk to her before the season’s out.”