Race to you

Chapter 2: 🏍️

"If I win the world championship you will let me take a break. I will finish not just my 3rd year in uni but my whole degree. You will let me graduate."

That was Kim's last words to his brother before he slammed the door of Kinn's office and marched out.

Kim agreed on playing at the world championship, no, he had no other choice but to agree. Kinn gave him no chance to say no.

His heavy footsteps left his boots' sole imprints on the shiny floor as he walked out of the building—ignoring everyone who greets him, not even giving them a glance.

Kim went straight to his bike; a matte black Ducati Desmosedici with a gold accent— the one who gave him multiple wins. He hopped on and rapidly drove out of their own race track, leaving the Theerapanyakul Race premises.

He didn't know where to go, he wanted to cry—scream and just let out all the frustrations building up in his chest.

Since when did his brother become this selfish?

Since when did Kinn become so controlling?

Kim himself can't answer his own questions, which made him more frustrated.

He accelerated his speed, he's probably over the speed limit now but who cares?

His grip on his bike's hand clutches tightens every time he's reminded of his brother's words—making him speed up more and more.

Kim's vision was starting to get cloudy, his helmet’s shield already blurry.

Kim is crying.

Fuck, he's crying!

Frustrated and hurt with how his own brother treated him— like he's only a racer that's sole purpose is to win a trophy, not his brother whom he raised.

One of his hands let go from the hand clutch in an attempt to lift his helmet's front shield to hopefully clear his vision a bit but that only made him lose control on his bike.

Kim's bike took a rough swerve—he panics with how quickly his motorcycle switches lanes and how it wobbles with his now unstable grip on the hand clutch.

The loud horns of multiple cars surrounding him made it even worse as he's starting to get anxious.

As he panics more and more, his hand on the hand clutch started shaking—making it harder for him to get in control again.

With his vision blurry, bike swerving in different directions, and his heart pounding—Kim aggressively took off his helmet, threw it on his right; fully aware it's a sidewalk and that he might hit someone, but Kim had no choice unless he wanted to cause more casualties.

With his helmet now out of the way, he harshly wiped his eyes—wanting those tears caused by his own older brother out of his face but....

There's a boy, frozen in his place as Kim's bike zooms in his direction.

Kim was able to wipe off his tears but as his vision came back to normal, he saw a pair of eyes looking straight at him, looking terrified as Kim's motorcycle was approaching him with great speed.