-𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- (𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢 • 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫)
-first fic!!! This is actually hot garage (emphasis on the hot just bc it’s a dami fic)- but hey- I have to start somewhere :3
(No trigger warnings as far as I’m concerned unless you don’t like motorcycles or cops LMAO)
1:00 AM. When most people were asleep, you were wide awake, living on the edge and feeling a type of ecstasy that could only be brought on by the thrill of a risk. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you sped down the highway on your motorcycle. You didn’t bother to check your speedometer. Few people were on the road at this time of night; at least people who cared. Tightening your hands around the handlebar of your bike, you lean forward as you speed to the left, passing quickly around a car that was probably going the speed limit. The cold wind hits your body as you ride. Somehow it managed to seep through every crack in your clothing and gear, sending shivers down your spine.
Each time you were able to go out like this, it was an escape for you. A peace from everything else going on in your life. Nothing compared to the feeling that came with the thought: any moment you could spin out of control. Granted- you were a safe rider, but the fear that came with the unknown helped move your more minor worries to the back of your head.
As you rode, the miles passing by quicker and quicker, your visor began to fog up. The cold air combined with the fast pace you were breathing left little room for the window to clear. A frustrated huff leaves your mouth as you flick the visor up. The cool air hits your eyes, almost aggressively with the speed you were going. However you couldn’t bring yourself to slow down. You let the water build up in your eyes as your gaze stayed focused on the road in front of you.
Out of the corner of your tear filled vision, you see something that doesn’t register at first. Once the fog clears though, the red and blue flashing lights become increasingly closer and evident. Lowering your head, you begin to slow down gradually. It appeared now that your bragging right of having no tickets was going to disappear from your list of things to be proud of. Pulling into the far right lane, you stop. With the wind no longer whipping around you, the cold air starts to feel like less of a ‘vibe’ and more like a pain in the ass.
Behind the interior of your helmet, the sound of a car door slamming gets your attention. Reaching to your right to pull your backpack off of your shoulder, you already begin to get out your license and registration, having heard from your friends how these things go.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
The deep voice next to you snaps you out of your focus slightly, still digging around your backpack for the papers that you knew were somewhere in there. “Uh- no- sorry-“
“Hands at your sides please.” The unknown voice stated firmly.
You took a deep breath. In your 6 months of riding you never thought you’d get pulled over. Well- of course the thought crossed your mind every time you came out this late and rode like you were being chased by some sort of inevitable doom- but you never genuinely thought you’d get pulled over.
Sitting up straight, your shaky hands lower to your sides and you finally take the time to look over. The cop was a bit shorter than you’d expected for someone with a voice that deep. In fact she didn’t look all that intimidating, more or less concerned and wondering why the hell you were riding down the highway at who knows how fast. However the way her brown eyes pierced through yours, sent a jolt of something into your stomach. You refused to believe it was butterflies.
“Just keep your hands at your sides for me.” She reassured gently but firmly. “Do you know how fast you were going?” The officer asked again, seemingly noticing you didn’t exactly register her question the first time.
‘God no- not this question-’ You thought to yourself as you glanced to the side as you shifted on your bike ever so slightly.
“No ma’am.”
“Is this your first time being pulled over?”
‘Shit- she can totally sense my nervousness’ -“Uh yes.”
“Do you have your license and registration on you?”
You nod before responding. “Yeah- it’s just- in my backpack.”
Your heart beats fast as you pulled your backpack in front of you to search through it. You didn’t know if it was because of the cold you were shivering or if it was because of the way this officer was looking at you. It wasn’t anything special- but without admitting it- you liked when people were a little bit firm and intimidating. Aside from that though, she was insanely pretty. Definitely not the type of person you’d think would be patrolling in a cop car. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, and in the light of the street lamp you could see…. hints of blue? You told yourself your mind was playing tricks on you. It must have been from the cop car lights.
Eventually finding your papers, you hand them over. Your nose and eyes were burning from the cold. It actually surprised you slightly that it wasn’t snowing or something with how the temperature felt. ‘It should snow- why isn’t it snowing right now- damn she’s so pretty….. this would make for a good hallmark movie-' Mentally you shook your head, trying to keep all the nerves and adhd thoughts away while you focused on a way to get out of the ticket that was most likely inevitable. Without noticing, you were definitely staring. Not into space, but right at the cop in front of you. You didn’t realize it, but she smirked under her breath, using the papers to mask the way it humored her.
“Alright- well I’ll tell you now you were going about 120 on a 70. That’s just a little too fast for these roads.”
You nodded as you took the papers back, your attention more so on the woman in front of you than what she was saying.
“Ah yeah- sorry- I just come out here to release my stress sometimes…” Rambling your hands shake as you attempt to fold the papers back up. Your mind excused it however. It was clearly the cold.
“Well, I’m sure there are better ways to release stress.” She sighed as she put her hands on her hips.
“Listen- I’m sure a million people have told you this- but it’s not only dangerous for you but everyone around you when you go over the speed limit. You don’t seem like the type of person to feel okay if you accidentally killed someone in an accident, or yourself- am I right?”
You nod your head, sniffling as your nose begins to run from the lower temperatures.
“Now since it’s your first time being pulled over- I’ll just send you off with a warning- but seriously, you need to be more careful.” Her voice gradually got softer as she spoke. It didn’t appear to you that the cold affected her very much as it did with you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could sense she felt for your nervousness, and was maybe being slightly nicer because of it; Or maybe that was just your emotions playing tricks.
“Pretty nice bike you have though.” She stated lightly, stepping back to look over the dark exterior.
“Ah- thank you- it’s new- I haven’t been riding very long.” You mumble shyly. Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, you watch as the officer writes out a warning before she hands it to you.
“Clearly.” A soft teasing smile plays on her face. You hated the fact that it made you blush.
“Well- you’re free to go- just be careful next time- oh- it’s Officer Lee by the way-“. She says nodding in your direction before turning to walk back to her squad car.
“Don’t make me pull you over again!” Something in the tone of her voice was playful- you weren’t sure why. After all you’d just sat there a shaky mess for the past ten minutes.
Your brain doesn’t have mind enough to say thank you or anything, but you did manage to wave before riding off in the opposite direction. Whether it was your sleepiness due to the time, or the amount of delusional you were, you could have sworn she winked at you as she was walking away, and you thought about it the whole way home. It wouldn’t be until the morning when you replayed the situation that you would finally open the warning Officer Lee had given to you.
‘Stay safe. Don’t make me give you more than just a warning.’ -Officer Lee Yubin
Aside from the rest of the paper and the signed note, there was also a phone number. Part of you really wanted to go out again that night; Wanting to see if she’d be there once again. Maybe next time to give you more than just a warning.