HEART ATTACK

scene thirteen: just until sunday

Chan's ears filled with the rumble of engines and the cheering of onlookers. 

His helmet was heavily set on his head and his fingers gripped tightly around the handlebar of his motorcycle. 

He swiftly dipped and drove around the circuit at a speed that could only be described as illegal. 

His opponent lagged behind him with awkward turns and short skids that indicated to Chan that he was not a very good racer. 

Chan smirked to himself, realizing that this would be an easy win. 

His plan was to race, win, and then collect the large sum of prize money. 

The sum was quite large this time, probably because it was the first race of the hot season.

Chan easily lapped his opponent, chuckling at how ahead he was.

He couldn't believe this guy was the head racer in the Bucheon-si circuit. 

His focus was still fierce as he was nearing the final lap. 

He stepped on the gas harshly, wanting to get the race over with as fast as possible.

 He could hear his fans and admirers cheering and clapping with excitement from the stands, but he blocked it out, trying to stay in the zone. 

All that flitted through his head were thoughts of Jeongin and his ever radiant smile.

At the last stretch of the track, Chan swiftly changed gears and pushed harder on his handlebar.

He just needed to make the next few yards and then he could go home, not even bothering to go out and party with the rest of his friends anymore.

"Fuck!" Chan cursed loudly as he felt another piece of metal clash with the side of his motorcycle. 

He looked to see his opponent, who was still a lap behind him, hitting his motorcycle into the side of Chan's. 

Somehow, when Chan wasn't focusing, he had managed to speed up enough to try and run Chan to the outside of the track, rendering him out of the race. 

Chan grimaced, realizing that this was probably how the man became the best racer in his sector, by playing dirty.

Gritting his teeth, Chan quickly swerved out of the way as he realized that his opponent was making another swing for him. 

The onlooking crowd roared with cheers as Chan continued to dodge every next hit, but Chan knew it was only because they were getting a show. 

Chan's fingers tightened and were a ghastly shade of white under his dark racing gloves. 

He pushed forward, trying to create as much distance as he could from the other racer as he didn't want a difficult race. 

It was too much energy for something that didn't matter that much.

Sensing his opponent creeping up behind him, Chan quickly shifted his gears and made a sharp cut to the opposite side of the track, causing his opponent to veer his motorcycle off track and tip over onto the floor. 

The crowd went wild, either cheering loudly or gasping in surprise. 

Chan smirked and pushed forward until he completely passed over the painted white finish line in triumph. 

His admirers roared once again with excitement and praise, ready to collect the money which they had bet over the blond aussie.

Chan, barely glancing back at the other racer who was still writhing on the floor, dragged his vehicle with him out of the circuit and hastily brought it to his garage to check out for any damage.