"30,000 won!"
Minho cried out loud, swiveling himself in his chair to face Chan, who was cleaning his sleek black motorcycle.
The two were in Chan's small shop, the one where he looked after his bike and made any adjustments. It was a small cement cubicle with misplaced tools and oil stained surfaces, but it was Chan's second home.
"I know," Chan rolled his eyes, not phased by the money.
As one of the most treasured racers in the underground business, he often won a ton of bets so the sum he had just obtained from his latest race against the best racer in Gimpo wasn't that big of a deal to him.
"You are practically rich, man," Minho, Chan's best friend since he entered the underground business, exclaimed, counting the bills in his hands.
"I can't believe you beat that other guy. I heard his achievements were above all other racers, but turns out he's just a scam."
"I could've told you that," Chan grumbled back, polishing the handlebars.
Everyone knew that Chan prized his motorcycle over everything else, always making sure it was in mint condition.
"You never fail to amaze me, hyung," Minho continued, taking a drag out of the cigarette in between his slender fingers. "Are you racing tonight? I heard there's gonna be a big crowd. You could get a few more bucks in."
"Can't," Chan merely responded, tossing the oil covered rag he was using to clean onto a nearby table.
"I have somewhere to be."
"What?" Minho was shocked, his cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth as he ran a calloused hand through his soft dark brown hair that fell over his forehead in long waves. "You never miss a good race. Where do you have to be that's so important?"
"Not that it's any of your business," Chan groaned, "but I'm headed to the hospital."
"What?" Minho was even more confused as he had never seen Chan injured or ill once.
No matter how dangerous illegal motorcycle racing was, Chan always came out of it, victorious and unscathed.
"You know my cousin has a job there," Chan shrugged, slipping his black hoodie over his also black tank top and ruffling his blond curls. "I was gonna visit him."
"But you never give up racing for anything," Minho continued to prod.
"Plus Jisung and Hyunjin told me they're coming to tonight's race. We haven't seen them in weeks and they're thinking about leaving Seoul's circuit to race here."
"I catch them later for a beer," Chan replied, still unbothered. "Hyunjin never misses the opportunity for a free drink and as long as you come, Jisung will be there."
"Hell yeah, he will," Minho smirked, thinking of the adorable boy with chubby cheeks and the cutest pout.
It was no denying that the two boys were quite close, but they always declared that they were just friends.
Chan was going to give them two weeks tops before they started dating.
"Well, I'm off," Chan stated, pulling his bulky helmet over his head, the word "CB97" printed on the side of it in red font.
"See you later," Minho responded, throwing Chan his keys, which he caught with ease and began to rev the engine of his motorcycle.
And with one more curt nod, Chan was off, gliding swiftly through the dark alleys of Busan and weaving through the streets with ease. He may not have lived in Busan for long, but maps always stayed emblazoned in his head.
YOU ARE READING
HEART ATTACK
Fanfiction[jeongchan] "you attack my heart" chan, a cold underground motorcycle racer, goes to the hospital to visit his cousin, who works there jeongin, a bubbly teenager with a heart condition, is confined to his boring hospital room when the two cross path...
