"Who says a scorned man can't feel just as much wrath as a scorned woman?" - Linda Wisdom
When the meek and forgiving, amiable and shy darling of South Korea's upper echelon Kim Seokjin has had enough of all the pretentions, lies and betrayals that...
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a/n: a filler chapter. 🤍 - allie ♡
FIVE : The Knights Have Assembled
With euphoric spirits, Jin grins cheekily as soon as he sees one of the crew members waving a green flag in his hand at the corner worker station, giving him a go as he and Hwang Hyunjin are finally entering the nineteenth lap. He checks his front—his eyes solely targeting the white Vulcan which is just a few yards ahead of them. "It's time to change the pole positions now, hyung!" Jin roasts someone through his earpiece.
"ᵃNerf that fuckin' Aston, Jin hyung!" Hyunjin's voice cackles through.
Jin hears another static before Park Chanyeol's voice hisses through his ear, "Fuck you, Kim! Hwang!"
The both of them chuckle, rolling on the throttle as Jin keeps very close behind Chanyeol's sports car in order for him to ᵇdraft, gaining speed at the cost of him and Kang Daniel.
"Don't you fucking dare, Jin!" Chanyeol shouts in warning on the other line.
"Mianhe, hyung!" Jin screams an apology before nerfing his car, the hard impact causing him and Hyunjin to lean forward as his Pininfarina swerves a little to the left. Hyunjin howls in maniac glee, and Jin stomps on the gas as he revs the turbos up—the number on the tachometer at its maximum limit as the sounds of the engines roaring boost his adrenaline to the core.
"Daebak!" Hyunjin cheers loudly, not caring about the speed they're taking in.
"Pulling on a ᶜpit," Daniel sneers on the line, "Fucking hell!"
"Shit. At this rate, Jin will be driving an F1 next month," Lee Jongsuk cusses.
"Yibo hyung, come and get us!" Hyunjin taunts the quiet man who's driving his Sian with Ken Lee just a few meters behind them, passing by Chanyeol and Daniel.
"Piss off!" a deep voice curses back.
"Seungho hyung, you still there!?"
"Shut it, Hyunnie," Yoo Seungho's calm and collected voice goes through, admonishing the youngest like he's not participating in a car race. "Or I'll tell your noona to not accompany you to the Milan Fashion Week next month."
Hyunjin fake gasps, "You're mean!"
"Fuck, bro! Jin's gonna win again this week. Keep up!" Ken urges Wang Yibo.
