RACERS to RINGS

Prologue

The alley buzzed with energy, thick with the smell of gasoline and the pungent tang of burning rubber. Streetlights barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows over the dozens of bikes lining the narrow passageway. Men and women alike hollered, jeered, and cursed, some clutching their cash as they placed bets on the night's most anticipated race. The ground seemed to shake with the rev of engines, the air charged with excitement. This was where people came to escape, where rules didn't matter and reputations were everything.

At the heart of it all, two riders stood out Suga and J - Hope. Known to every street racer in the city, they were the fiercest rivals, each refusing to back down from a challenge. They didn't just race for money or glory they raced to win, to dominate, to assert themselves as the king of the streets. And tonight was no different.

The prize? A night with Mira, the arena's queen. Every man knew of her, but few ever got close. She was drop-dead gorgeous, a figure who carried herself with the grace of someone who knew the power she held over men. But for Suga and J-Hope, it wasn't about romance. The heat of the race, the adrenaline pumping through their veins this was all about release, about cooling off after the chaos of the streets. A night with Mira was just another way to relax after all sex is best to relax, well that's what they think.

Suga mounted his bike, sleek and black, a shadow against the dim lights of the alley. His leather jacket creaked as he adjusted himself on the seat, the silver emblem on his helmet glinting for a second before he strapped it on. The visor came down, and instantly, he was all business cold, calculated, ruthless.

J-Hope, on the other hand, was all sharp edges and cockiness. His bike was as bold as his attitude, crimson red with chrome details, a reflection of his fiery personality. He flipped his helmet over in his hands, grinning as he glanced over at Suga. Even without seeing each other's faces, the tension was palpable.

"Don't think you'll win this time, Suga," J - Hope spat, pulling his helmet over his head. His voice was muffled now, but the arrogance bled through. "Mira's practically already warming my bed."

"Yeah, right," Suga shot back, adjusting his grip on the handles. "You'll be the one crying into your pillow when I'm done with you."

They revved their engines, each sound a warning, a declaration of war. The roar echoed through the alley, silencing the crowd for a split second before the cheers grew louder. Curses flew, names were shouted, bets were placed with growing intensity as the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

The starting flag dropped, and they were off.

The tires screamed against the pavement as both bikes tore down the alley, neck and neck. The world blurred around them, and all that existed was the path ahead, the finish line that beckoned them. The wind howled past their helmets, the city lights streaking by in the corners of their vision.

J - Hope sped ahead first, weaving through the narrow street with practiced ease, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the thrill of it all, the speed, the danger, the victory that was so close he could taste it. He glanced at his side mirror, watching for Suga, who had been lagging just a fraction of a second behind.

Then, out of nowhere, Suga surged forward. He hugged the corners tighter, using the smallest gaps between the buildings and parked cars to his advantage. His bike swerved dangerously close to J - Hope's, the exhaust fumes and heat mixing as they raced side by side, their bodies mere inches from colliding.

They cursed at each other, shouting through the roar of their engines, but neither could hear the other clearly. Their words were lost in the wind, but the venom behind them was unmistakable.

"Out of the way, asshole!" J - Hope bellowed, slamming his fist against his handlebars as Suga inched closer, threatening to overtake him.

"Not a chance Fuckhead!" Suga retorted, though he wasn't sure if J - Hope could hear him over the roar of the bikes and the wild cheers of the crowd gathering at the finish line, but who cares.

The alley widened as they approached the final stretch, a straight shot to the end. The finish line was painted on the cracked asphalt, just barely visible under the faint streetlights, but it was all they could focus on now.

Suga leaned forward, willing every ounce of speed from his bike, pushing it to its limit. J - Hope wasn't far behind, their engines roaring in a desperate, final surge.

The crowd went wild as the two rivals sped toward the line, neck and neck, their bikes nearly touching as they crossed.

But it was Suga who pulled ahead at the last second.

Screeching to a halt just beyond the finish line, Suga's bike skidded sideways as he ripped off his helmet. His chest heaved, sweat trickling down his forehead despite the cool night air. The crowd erupted in cheers, some chanting his name, while others cursed under their breath, their bets lost. J - Hope followed moments later, slamming his bike to a stop next to Suga's.

Suga looked over, smirking as he saw J - Hope's furious expression beneath his helmet.

"Better luck next time, buddy," Suga mocked, lifting his helmet and running a hand through his hair. "Looks like Mira's mine tonight."

J - Hope threw off his helmet, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at Suga. "You got lucky," he growled, swinging his leg off his bike. "I'll get you next time, and when I do, you'll be the one begging for mercy."

Suga chuckled, stepping away from his bike and stretching his arms over his head. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day it'll be true."

The tension between them was thick, but underneath the rivalry, there was a grudging respect. They were the best in the game, and deep down, they both knew it.

As the crowd began to disperse, Mira approached, her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Looks like you're the winner tonight, Daddy~," she purred, glancing between the two men. "What do you say we go celebrate hmm?"

Suga shot a glance at J -Hope, whose face twisted in frustration, before nodding at Mira, he was disgusted but that's what a whore is. "Let's get out of here." he said to Mira

But even as he followed her out of the alley, his thoughts lingered on J - Hope. There was something about the guy that got under his skin, something more than just the rivalry on the track. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew one thing for sure: This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

As J- Hope watched them leave, he clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He hated losing, but something about Suga made the loss sting even more. He'd win next time. He had to.

Neither of them knew just how deep their rivalry would run, or how close it would eventually bring them.

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