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[Chapter fourteen: The Race]

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Before you start reading place your bets I wanna see sumn ---->









He's ready.




He's going to win.


The cars were set up in the grid, the people are there, sitting in the bleachers and cheering their heads off. The night is dark and the breeze is cool, the light kept the street illuminated and every one stands by their cars fixing their last adjustments. Hoseok waves to his sister watching him inside his pitstop and everyone's doing something.


Except him.


Except Yoongi.

"Oh my god why the fuck is Yoongi walking down there?" Namjoon asks a mechanic, watching from the pit stop.

"No idea, it's nothing good I'm sure." He turns back to see the man holding a tire reply to him.



Oh. Do we see Yoongi walking over to P20? The man on the microphone says.





"I quit."



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"Hey P20!" Yoongi sounds. Hoseok lifts up his visor and turns back with a confused expression on his face.

"Aren't you supposed to be back up there?"

Yoongi crosses his arms. "You don't want me to wish you luck?"

"I won't need it."



"You did last time."



"What?"

"You heard me." Yoongi smirks. "Good luck."



It's annoying,

it's really annoying because right now he can't even do anything about his position, or anything about Yoongi.

"Why don't you get the fuck out of my face."

He takes a step forward.


"If you say so, I'll go walk all the way back over to P1" He  emphasizes his position number and throws a cheeky grin before turning back. "Hope you at least get to P15!"

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