lovers; straykids one shots

race; l.m

900 words

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The city's underground racing scene was electric, and at its heart was Minho, known as the King of Races. He and his crew, including the rest of the Stray Kids members, had dominated the streets for years. With sleek cars, unwavering skill, and an unyielding competitive spirit, they had earned their reputation as the best in town.

News of their exploits travelled fast, and it wasn't long before it reached the ears of a challenger from a neighbouring city. This newcomer, known for his audacious style and his willingness to bend or break the rules, decided to issue a challenge to Minho.

Despite the intense rivalry that simmered within the racing world, Minho had always been cautious about the challenges he accepted. But his competitive spirit got the better of him this time, and he agreed to the race, despite Y/N's heartfelt objections.

"Minho, please don't do this," Y/N pleaded, her eyes filled with worry. "I've heard things about this guy. He's ruthless, and I'm scared that something terrible might happen."

Minho placed a gentle hand on Y/N's cheek, his eyes filled with affection. "I understand your concerns, but I can't back down from a challenge. I'll be fine, Y/N, I promise."

Reluctantly, Y/N nodded, her heart heavy with concern. She gave Minho a lingering kiss, silently praying for his safety.

The night of the race arrived, and an excited crowd gathered at the secret location. Minho sat in his car, the engine growling with anticipation, his heart a mix of determination and apprehension. His fellow crew members were by his side, ready to support him.

The challenger, a charismatic and arrogant figure, revved his engine and shot a smug look at Minho. "You're in for a surprise, King of Races. I don't play by the rules, and I'm here to take your crown."

Y/N stood on the sidelines, her anxiety palpable as she watched Minho and the newcomer prepare for the race. She wished with all her heart that Minho would come out of this unscathed.

Before the race began, the newcomer couldn't resist making a move. He approached Y/N with a cocky grin, his tone oozing confidence. "You must be Y/N, the famous Lee Minho's girlfriend. I've heard so much about you."

Y/N bristled at the unwanted attention and the stranger's attempts to flirt with her. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and turned away, searching for Minho.

The newcomer continued, undeterred by Y/N's discomfort. "You know, if I win this race, you could be with someone who truly knows how to appreciate a beautiful woman like you."

Y/N's patience wore thin, and she decided to put an end to this unwanted conversation. "I'm not a prize to be won in a race, and I belong to no one but myself."

But the challenger was far from done. With a sly grin, he proposed a bet to Minho. "How about this, King of Races? We'll make it interesting. The winner gets not just the title but also your lovely little girlfriend over there."

Minho's anger flared at the audacity of the challenge and the insinuation that Y/N was a mere trophy to be won. He stepped forward, his eyes filled with intensity. "Y/N is not a prize to be bet on. She's my girlfriend, and she's off-limits. This race is about skill and honor, nothing more."

With tensions running high, the race began. The engines roared to life, and the cars sped off into the night. The city's streets were transformed into a high-speed battleground as Minho and the challenger pushed their cars to the limits.

Minho's experience and skill gave him an early lead. He expertly navigated the twists and turns of the city's streets, his car a sleek black blur. But the challenger was relentless, hot on Minho's tail.

As the race continued, the challenger's ruthless streak became evident. With a daring maneuver, he used the front of his car to push the back of Minho's, causing it to swerve dangerously to the side. Minho fought to regain control, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

Y/N, watching from the sidelines, gasped in horror, her hands clutching her chest as she saw Minho's car waver. The challenger's actions had put Minho at risk, but he refused to be beaten.

With determination burning in his eyes, Minho regained control of his car. He accelerated with a vengeance, overtaking the challenger in a daring move that left the crowd breathless.

Minho's car crossed the finish line first, and the spectators erupted in cheers and applause. He had won the race, defending his title as the King of Races.

But the victory meant more to Minho than just a title; it was a declaration of his love for Y/N and his commitment to their relationship.

As Minho stepped out of his car, he walked over to Y/N, his eyes locking onto hers. The crowd was still cheering, but the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was Y/N.

With a triumphant smile, Minho drew Y/N close and kissed her, sealing their love and devotion. The challenger, watching from a distance, could only watch in defeat as Minho made it clear that Y/N was his and his alone.

The King of Races had defended his title, not only as the best racer in the city but as the loving boyfriend who would do anything to protect the woman he cherished.