KING || Choi Beomgyu

Prologue

"He's the King of the road. Wanna know why? It's because he always wins every race he's in"

For a while, we pretended
That we never had to end it
But we knew we'd have to say goodbye

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"Just what the fuck happened?" Beomgyu gritted his teeth, poking the inside of his cheek with the use of his tongue.

The boy was busy shaking in fear, swallowing the lump down his throat as he could only shake his head side to side and that made Beomgyu throw another punch straight to his face.

"If people find out that you started a race without prize money, I'm not the only one who will punch you" Beomgyu finished before finally letting go of the collar of the poor boy who came coughing for air to breathe in. His eyes shook with fear once he saw another pair of shoes come for his eyes to see, it was wearing a pair of boots with Cuban heels and he had both hands placed on either side of his hips, eyes judging him slowly and he had a jacket loosely draped over his shoulder.

"What happened?" He asked.

"There's no fucking prize money that's what happened" Beomgyu answered his friend, also known as "The King of The Road's right-hand man", Choi Yeonjun.

Only the flickering lights coming from the store behind them provided them with a vision to see everything. Beomgyu was wishing that he would come back home with a bag filled with money once again but he got ripped off to join this kiddie race.

Yeonjun threw his lollipop beside him as the hard yet sweet particles of candy scattered the ground, the sweet taste was still filling his mouth.

"You don't have the prize money?" Yeonjun asked, crouching down to meet the boy's face who had blood dripping down his forehead.

"Answer"

"N-No. W-We thought that this would be a race where no money was involved so that people could just enjoy and watch the r-race"

Beomgyu scoffed, playing with the rings decorating his fingers. "That's stupid"

From the scene up above, it looks like two dogs are ganging up on a cat from how it is.

Yeonjun pursed his lips down to a thin line before nodding his head slowly, standing up from his crouching position to face Beomgyu.

"Maybe that's not a bad idea" He started.

"Yeonjun, you know that I need that prize money" Beomgyu argued back. He knows that, Yeonjun totally knows that and why his friend is so eager to earn money but he came up with a plan.

"What about this huh? You go to your car and just finish this race with no prize money but people will be watching it, Beomgyu. There might be no price money or shit but you'll love the feeling once you crossed that finish line" Yeonjun finished before turning his back away from his friend and walking back to his motorcycle that's parked on the side of teh street.

"You know that you have to scout it too right?" Beomgyu followed, leaving the boy behind and getting his car key out of his pocket.

"Yep, I know that"

The two boys got in and started their own vehicles before finally riding down the road, Beomgyu had his windows rolled down for the cold wind to enter his Honda Civic Si and Yeonjun abandoned his helmet for now. They first stopped at the main area where six cars were already parked to get ready for the race as Beomgyu stepped out of his car with Yeonjun walking towards him, fixing his hair that got blown away by the wind.

"What made you think that this is going to be fun?" Beomgyu asked first, leaning his back to his car with both of his hands inside his pockets. He eyed his friend to the side questionably, he started thinking what was the reason they would attend this race without a prize at the end of the finish line, there's no more thrill he thought.

"I don't know but I think you'll love it"

Yeonjun smiled as his eyes drifted at the bleachers not so far from them and that made Beomgyu mirror his actions, eyes also looking at the bleachers where many people are waiting to watch the race unfold and some are just arriving.

"Fuck" He muttered under his breath.

"See, I told you that this night is going to be fun" Yeonjun laughed out loud before hitting his shoulder playfully.