My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 41

Hot Sauce by NCT Dream

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With hands tightly gripped onto the steering wheel. Moh-wa could feel the rush of excitement and the familiar shivers from her back, reminding her of her racing days.

Her eyes sparkled with craziness and insanity as she felt her heart pound against her ribcage.

And stepped on the gas pedal.

The car sped up in speed as it raced through the empty highway, leaving a thick trail of smoke on its tail along with the three cars that had been chasing them.

The speed had caused the five teenagers to be pushed back by the force it had, and the deafening sound of the exhilarated car made it harder to hear.

Glancing at the side-mirror ever so often, Moh-wa made a sharp turn on the right alley. Tires screeching so loud that the boys covered their ears to prevent themselves from getting a hearing problem.

As they went through the alley, the boys found themselves in a busy highway; cars, trucks and bikes were on every lane. But thankfully there was no traffic.

"Did we lose them?" Beomhyun whispered.

"I think so-" cutting off her sentence, Moh-wa saw the cars once again.

"Hold on boys," she says, dodging the moving vehicles infront of her, attempting to lose the cars once more.

As Moh-wa did those speeding zigzags, the five boys felt like they were in some sort of death-ride. They leaned from left to right, following the cars movements unwillingly. And Beomhyun dared to glance at the window, only to be greeted by a blur of every color of the street combined. Kind of like a messy painting splashed in water. And his stomach churned when he realized how fast they were going.

Seeing the cars slowly closing in, Moh-wa swerved onto one of the lanes. Picking up her pace she swerved into another lane and hid between two moving trucks before taking another turn to another lane, trying to loose them.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Woosan shouted, arms wrapped around Yeo-jong's neck.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME BITCH!" the latter utters, trying to pry Woosan's arms away from his neck.

"NO! ALL OF US ARE GONNA DIE AND WE KNOW IT!" Woosan shouted yet again, squeezing the poor Choi that he had embraced.

"WOO DON'T JINX IT YOU IDIOT!" Soojun countered, hugging Beomhyun as if his life depended on it whilst the aforementioned was gripping tightly on his seatbelt.

"Are they still following us?!" Woosan asked, eyes shut tightly.

"Dunno, I'mma go look!" Beomhyun shouts, attempting to look over his seat only to be pulled back by Soojun.

"Woah there bear cub, we don't want that pretty head of yours getting bruise now can we?" Soojun says, wrapping an arm around the latter.

Lifting an eyebrow Beomhyun replies, "Did you just call my head pretty?"

"Uh... yea-"

"OH MY GOSH AUNTIE MOH-WA THEY'RE CLOSING IN!" Kyle says, glancing at the other side mirror beside him.