gasoline.

chapter 1

San twirled his flags in his hands, a smile on his lips. Thrusting it out, he stabbed Wooyoung in the side playfully with the tip, making the other omega squeal in surprise. Wooyoung shot a little glare at San, and San smiled brightly, following Wooyoung.

"Y'know, the new racers show up today." Wooyoung said, looking over at San, who did not look invested in the conversation. "Apparently they're really hot... Fun fact, it's a pair of brothers. Hot brothers."

"Okay, and? All the racers are the same. Self-indulgent assholes with too much money and too much time on their hands." The smaller shook his head, sighing as he adjusted his cropped tank top.

"You could get a sugar daddy so easily Sannie, you should get one."

"The hell? Where'd that come from?" San laughed, raising an eyebrow at his best friend.

"I'm just saying that since these guys have too much money and too much time on their hands, you should get a sugar daddy." Wooyoung smiled, nudging his friend's side.

"No thanks. I'm perfectly fine. My real daddy is rich enough."

"Hwa and Joong say that they've met the new racers before." Wooyoung pressed, San sighing in response and shaking his head.

"We'll see how hot they is when they get here..."

Hours passed, and the races started for the night. The bull ring track was prepped and ready for the squealing of tires, to be burned by the rubber, to be wrecked upon. San adjusted his top and hummed, a little smile on his lips as he met up with Wooyoung once more to get his flags ready.

Since he was the track owner's son, he was able to do practically any job he wanted. He could take someone's job with one word, he could get someone fired with one word, but of course, San wasn't that mean... He took a job that made his heart soar with both anxiety and excitement, the adrenaline rush hitting him hard every time. He loved standing between the cars as they sped forward, being cautious not to hit him as they raced past, and after all were past him, he had to run back to the middle of the track, avoiding being hit.

Twirling his flags between his slim fingers, San walked out onto the track between two of the cars in the front of the pack, a small smile lightening his face. He waited for his father to come over the intercom, and then it happened.

"Racers, start your engines."

One roar after another followed, all the noise getting San excited, anticipation crawling through every crevasse of his body. Soon, a collective roar followed, the fans in the stands cheering gleefully for their favorite racers. San of course noticed the new shirts, two numbers he hadn't recognized before; 11 and 17. He supposed they were the two new guys—who were supposedly really good looking.

Holding his green flags up in the air, the crowd went silent, anticipating the moment he threw them down to start off the race. San smiled, and pulled his arms down fast and hard, the two pack leaders immediately rushing past him. San's heart leapt, body feeling warm and fuzzy, his heart rate increasing more and more every time one of the cars sped past him.

He stood on the track for just a moment more, head fuzzy with the adrenaline rush that died way too quickly for his liking. He looked over at the walls to Wooyoung, who was waving at him to come off the track. San gripped onto his flags and hurried off the track, Wooyoung's face lightened by a knowing smile, playfully smacking the other's arm.

"You looked great, as per usual," complimented a voice from his side, making San look over. It was just Seonghwa, accompanied by his short boyfriend. "I can't help but stick to the fact that you're literally the sexiest fucker out there Sannie." Hongjoong said, making San smile brightly and laugh as he pushed his black hair out of his face, sweating a bit. It was fucking hot our. "Thank you."