Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

°•♡•° / 5

—— Seori

Left in the hut with Sunghoon while Jungwon raced through the neon-lit streets, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. Glancing at the display where the race was unfolding, I turned to Sunghoon, my enthusiasm bubbling over.

"Hey, do you think Jungwon is winning?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the screen.

Sunghoon chuckled, giving me a sideways glance. "He's a skilled racer, Seori. I wouldn't be surprised if he's leading the pack."

As the race played out on the display, my attention shifted to the hut itself. With childlike curiosity, I explored the surroundings, inspecting racing gear and absorbing the atmosphere. Sunghoon's amused voice interrupted my musings.

"You really are a kid, aren't you?" he remarked, shaking his head.

I pouted, not ready to concede to the label. "I'm not a kid, Sunghoon. I'm sixteen."

He grinned, teasing, "Sure, sure. Sixteen going on six."

I huffed, crossing my arms in mock indignation. "Well, being a kid has its perks. I get to ask a lot of questions and not be bothered by adult stuff."

Sunghoon laughed, a warm sound filling the hut. "Fair enough, Seori. Just enjoy the race and don't touch anything, okay?"

I nodded, my eyes returning to the display, wondering how Jungwon was faring in the midst of the thrilling race. The city's neon lights painted a lively backdrop, and as the cars sped through the virtual streets, I couldn't help but feel a part of the excitement, even from the sidelines of the hut.

As the race continued to unfold on the display, I couldn't contain my curiosity. Sunghoon patiently indulged my barrage of questions, sharing insights into the world of street racing. The vibrant colors of the neon-lit city reflected in my eyes as I absorbed the exhilarating spectacle.

Sunghoon, sensing my interest, suggested, "Why don't you make yourself a cup of ramen? There's a kettle with water over there. Jungwon won't mind."

I brightened at the idea, grateful for the distraction. Navigating around the hut, I found the necessary supplies and set about preparing the cup of ramen Jungwon had given me earlier. The aroma filled the small space as the noodles cooked in the hot water.

Returning to my spot next to Sunghoon, I settled in with the warm cup of ramen in hand. As I slurped the noodles, I couldn't help but glance at Sunghoon, my curiosity lingering.

"So, how long do these races usually last?" I asked between bites, eager to learn more.

Sunghoon leaned back, considering the question. "It depends. Some are shorter sprints, while others can go on for a while. Jungwon prefers the longer ones, the ones that really test your skills."

I nodded, absorbing the information while savoring the comforting warmth of the ramen. The race on the display continued its dynamic dance, and I found myself drawn into the rhythm of the streets.

As the night unfolded, the hut became a haven where the thrill of racing and the simplicity of ramen intertwined.

The warmth of the ramen and the rhythmic sounds of the race had lulled me into a peaceful slumber. However, my peaceful nap was abruptly interrupted as Sunghoon's voice echoed through the hut, announcing Jungwon's victory.

I jolted awake, disoriented for a moment before Sunghoon's enthusiastic proclamation fully registered. "Jungwon won the race!"

The excitement in his voice mirrored the pulsating energy of the night, and I quickly joined in the celebration, my sleep-induced haze dissipating.