The veil of lies

Chapter 1

The air was thick with the smell of burning rubber and gasoline as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling circuit. It was race day, and excitement crackled in the atmosphere. Crowds roared, their voices a thunderous symphony, but amidst the chaos, Jungkook stood alone, staring intently at the sleek machine that would soon become an extension of himself. He puffed on his cigarette for the last time before crumbling it on the ash tray.

His heart raced in time with the engines, the sound a sweet melody of adrenaline. This was what he lived for—the thrill of the track, the rush of speed, the roar of the crowd. But, as always something felt off. The usual thrill that coursed through his veins was tinged with unease. Ofc he knew why......it was Yura.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking him from his reverie. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Yura.

Yura: Good luck today! I’ll be watching from home!

A smile tugged at his lips. She was his anchor, his light in the whirlwind of racing and fame. Their relationship had blossomed amidst the chaos of the racing world, an oasis in the storm. Or maybe they thought this way?....we can't just tape up broken walls and pretend they are alright...right?

Jungkook: Thanks, babe. I’ll make you proud!

He felt a flicker of uncertainty, of- ego. He looked at his car, a nagging feeling crept into the back of his mind—was she really okay with everything?

The roar of engines in the background intensified as his team began the final checks. Jungkook’s crew scurried around, their faces set with determination. He inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent of motor oil and sweat fill his lungs, a grounding reminder of where he belonged.

But then, memories of their last argument flooded his mind.

“You’re always so distant, Jungkook! It’s like I’m losing you to the track!

I'm a person Jungkook! Not some property to be claimed

All this time i supported you with all i have, and now I see thus part of you?”

Her voice echoed in his head, filled with hurt and frustration. Jungkook had brushed it off at the time, dismissing her concerns with a laugh.

“You know I love racing, Yura. This is my dream!

And im not being possessive. I'm protecting you. Protecting what's mine.”

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that her words had cut deep. Yura was right; he had become consumed by the adrenaline and fame, often neglecting the one person who mattered most or maybe say - obsessed with the most.

“You’re not just a racer, Jungkook. You’re my boyfriend, too!”

His heart ached at the memory of her tear-streaked face, the pain in her eyes as she pleaded for his understanding. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

“Focus, Jungkook,” he muttered to himself. “You need to win this race.”

The sound of the starting gun shattered his thoughts, and he climbed into the cockpit of his car, the familiar rush of excitement flooding his veins. With a final glance at his team, he fastened his seatbelt and gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the power of the engine beneath him.

As the lights counted down, he felt his pulse quicken. One by one, the lights turned off, and he was off, the roar of the crowd filling his ears. The world outside blurred as he shifted into gear, accelerating down the straightaway, the thrill of speed enveloping him like a warm blanket.