HEART ATTACK

scene six: fuck this shit

"Fuck. This. Shit."

Chan muttered his favorite motto through gritted teeth as he revved up the engine of his motorcycle. 

He twisted the throttle harshly, sending himself into a high speed pace around the deserted track. 

He drove at full speed around the large track that lay underground for illegal races, dipping carefully at turns and steering with trained ease. 

The rush that he got from feeling the wind rush against his face and finger grip the metal handlebars was unmatched. 

Sure he smoked an occasional cigarette, but when he was riding, everything seemed to fall away.

"Do you like him?"

The words rang through Chan's head again, almost taunting him because part of him knew what his answer would be. 

Despite wanting to forget his problems through this ride, he couldn't shake this one thing that nagged at him.

"Shit!"

Chan nearly hit the concrete wall that lined the track, but quickly veered his motorcycle to the right before he could crash. 

He stopped his engine, panting heavily as the words continued to run through his mind. 

He could've crashed, yet all he could think about was Minho's question.

Chan huffed, laying down on the track in exhaustion from his confusion and rage. 

His hands laid flat on the gravel, trying to ground himself before his mind flew away from him. 

He truly didn't know what was going wrong with him. 

He wasn't one to get easily bothered and often remained stoic and calm, but there was something about this situation that he couldn't ignore.

"Hyung!"

Chan opened his eyes weakly and titled his head to the right to see a worried Hyunjin running toward him from one of the large concrete doors that granted entrance to the track.

"Hey Hyunjin," Chan muttered in response, moving his head back to stare up at the large ceiling that stood high above him, fluorescent lights blaring back at him from their fixtures. 

Hyunjin, as well as Jisung, was an underground racer as well and had recently left the underground tracks in Seoul, his birthplace, to ride in Busan, wanting to be closer to his friends.

"What's up?" Hyunjin asked, standing above Chan with a look of concern still on his face. "Why are you lying here?"

"I'm tired, I guess," Chan responded, his drowsiness evident. 

However, it was a given that he would be tired. 

He was an insomniac and his job required him to be up late at night.

"I see," Hyunjin mumbled, deciding to lay next to Chan on the track. 

The two of them laid there, one of them wanting to be left alone and the other having nothing to say.

Well, Hyunjin did have something to say, but he wasn't sure how to introduce it to his cold friend.

"Uh..." Hyunjin drew out, trying to figure out how he could address what was on his mind without angering Chan. "Well, I've been talking to Minho."

Chan turned his head sharply toward Hyunjin and gave him a dark glare, already knowing what the raven-haired boy was talking about.

"Look man," Hyunjin tried to ease him. "We're just worried about you. You're already involved in illegal business and if you're charged for being a pedophile--not that you are one--you're gonna get in trouble for so much more."