Knot me on ice, Captain(BL)-Chapter 125: Fanboy Meltdown: VIP Edition
Kayden
Rhys’s expression was expected, since he and Miller had shown their crazy hatred for both racers a few nights ago in Miller’s home.
I looked away immediately when I saw Rhys’s face shift from irritation to a cold, hard glare the second the name Nico Park left my lips.
I had almost laughed at the possessive way he was standing with his chest out, arms folded tightly. He looked like he was ready to fight a professional driver right there in the VIP lot.
"Nico Park?" Rhys repeated, his voice dropping low. "The guy who spends half his life in a helmet and the other half modeling for luxury watches? That’s who you’re making that sound for?" he rolled his eyes.
I couldn’t help the grin stretching across my face as I repeated the words I had said the other night at Miller’s house. "Nico Park is one of the best drivers in the world, Rhys. And he’s... well, his only rival is Alaric de Viller."
"He’s my cousin," Leo intervened, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion as he adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit. "Genetically speaking, the admiration is logical. The Park-Ackerman bloodline possesses a high aesthetic standard. Nico is, by all objective metrics, hot. Your jealousy is statistically predictable but ultimately a waste of energy," Leo told him.
Rhys snapped his head toward Leo. "I am not jealous, you stupid doctor. I just don’t see why my boyfriend is squealing over a guy who drives in circles for a living," Rhys paused and pointed to Leo and then back at me.
"I thought you both were done with the obsession, so why the hell are you still going about giggling and squealing over him?"
"First off, Calder, he drives at 300 km/h," Leo corrected calmly. "You slide on frozen water. The physics of his profession are significantly more lethal!"
Rhys sneered at him and waved his hands dismissively at Leo. "Whatever," he spat, though he stepped closer to me, his hand sliding firmly around my waist as if to mark his territory before we even moved.
Miller, who had been uncharacteristically quiet while leaning against the sports car, let out a dramatic sigh. He kicked the empty air with his sneakers and set his jaw in a way that looked suspiciously like a pout.
I looked between Miller and Leo and remembered the phone call where I had heard Miller’s voice, and I chuckled. The tension between them was different, and it was oozing with chemistry they never had before.
"Wait," I shouted, squinting at Miller. "Are you annoyed too?" I asked, and before he could answer, I pointed to both of them. "Is there... something going on between you two?"
"NO!" they both screamed at the exact same time.
The force of their denial made me jump, but I knew they were lying. Miller’s face went slightly red immediately, while Leo simply turned on his heel, heading out of the lot.
"The suggestion is preposterous! There is no way I could ever be with Miller!" Leo muttered.
"Yeah, Kayden, keep your fanfic to yourself," Miller added, though he wouldn’t look me in the eye as he said it.
I scoffed and then leaned in closer so only Rhys could hear me. "I know those two are dating. Do you?"
Rhys raised the corner of his lips in a pout and didn’t bother responding.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked him.
"I am not. I am just mad you found that racer boy handsome when he is not!"
I chuckled, then tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. "Don’t be jealous, Rhys. I only love you," I told him and grabbed his hand, interlacing his fingers with mine.
Rhys smiled, but he said nothing. The grip of his hand around mine was enough for me to understand that he agreed.
Leo led us toward the VIP paddock after turning in our tickets. The security guards cleared a path for us, leading us to the glass-walled hospitality suite.
The roar of the crowd was deafening as we took our seats, and then it happened.
The Red Bull team garage slid open below us, and out stepped a man in a navy racing suit, his helmet tucked under his arm, and I recognized him immediately as Nicholas "Nico" Park.
He was breathtaking in the flesh, the quintessential Korean-American star.
His navy racing suit was unzipped halfway to his waist, revealing a sweat-slicked, tattooed chest.
The ink of a wolf and roses peeked out from under his collar, and a silver chain caught the light against his tan skin. He looked less like a driver and more like a rockstar who happened to own a car.
His dark hair was damp with sweat, and he had the kind of effortless, rugged charm that made the cameras go into a frenzy.
I didn’t know when I jumped out of my seat and screamed out his name like every other fan there. "Nico!!!"
Nico looked up toward us and waved, then his eyes met with Leo and he gave a sharp two-finger salute and a blindingly bright grin.
I heard Rhys groan beside me and thought he was going to snap the railing in half with his bare hands.
But then, the Ferrari garage opened, and out walked Nico Park’s greatest rival, Alaric de Viller.
The prince of Monaco, as nicknamed by everyone. He was perfection, and as he walked, he ran his hand through his blonde hair and waved to the fans screaming his name.
Alaric felt more like a runway model than a sportsman. He was the golden boy of Ferrari for a reason.
Leo rushed toward the railings, and I expected him to just wave, but then his eyes went wide, and in the blink of an eye, he reached into his designer bag and pulled out a bright red Ferrari support flag, and he didn’t just hold it, he started waving it.
"ALARIC!" Leo screamed. It wasn’t just a shout but a high-pitched, desperate plea for attention. "ALARIC, LOOK OVER HERE!"
We all froze and turned toward him.
Miller looked like his brain had just short-circuited. He stared at the flag, then at Leo’s flushed face, then back at the blonde driver down on the track. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"That... is the Filler guy? The one you think can speak French better than me?"
Leo stopped waving for exactly one second to glare at Miller with the heat of a thousand suns. "It is VILLER!" Leo yelled, his voice cracking. "It is Alaric de Viller! Not ’Filler’! His name is a legacy, you uncultured, redundant peasant! Use your eyes! He is a masterpiece of aerodynamic grace! I told you he was perfection that night, but you refused to believe me!"
"He looks like a Ken doll with a trust fund," Miller snapped, his hands balled into fists in his hoodie pockets. "And that flag is embarrassing. You look like a teenager at a pop concert."
"Your opinion is irrelevant!" Leo shrieked, going back to waving the flag as Alaric de Viller looked up and blew a casual kiss toward the VIP section.
Leo looked like he was about to faint and screamed again.
Rhys leaned toward me, placing his hand on my waist as he watched the chaos. "I take it back," he whispered. "Your fanboying is actually quite dignified compared to... whatever the fuck Leo is doing."
I leaned my head against Rhys’s shoulder and chuckled.
Leo was indeed acting out of character and not very dignified.
Soon, the screams stopped, and we watched as the Red Bull and Ferrari teams prepared for the qualifiers.
"Just wait until they actually start driving," I whispered back. "I think Miller might actually jump over the railing if Leo screams that name one more time."
