Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Seori

Saturday night had finally come. My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat on my bed, staring at the clock. Each second felt like an eternity. I had to make sure my mom thought I was sound asleep, that everything seemed normal. She’d already checked on me earlier, tucking me in like I was a little kid again, her suspicion still looming after the incident with the photos of Jungwon and me.

But tonight, I wasn’t going to let anything stop me. I was going to be there for Jungwon’s race, no matter what.

I heard her footsteps downstairs. The TV was on, and she’d probably be glued to some late-night drama for the next hour or so. Perfect. I slipped out of bed and quickly grabbed my phone, double-checking the message Jungwon had sent me an hour ago: Be ready. I’m coming.

I paced nervously by the window, pulling the curtain aside every now and then to check if I could spot his car. Finally, headlights flickered at the corner of my street, and my heart jumped in excitement. It was him.

A few minutes later, I heard a soft tap at my window. I rushed over, pushing it open as quietly as I could, and there he was—Jungwon, dressed in his signature racing jacket, his face lit up with that playful smirk I loved so much.

“Hey, princess,” he whispered, helping me climb out of the window. “You ready for your great escape?”

I nodded, trying to suppress a nervous giggle. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

He took my hand, guiding me down the side of the house. Once we were safely on the ground, I looked back up at my window, half-expecting to see my mom staring down at me. But it was empty. Relief flooded through me as I followed Jungwon to his car, trying to shake off the nerves.

“Don’t worry,” he said, sensing my unease as we got into the car. “I’ve got everything under control.”

I gave him a small smile, trying to match his confidence. “I know.”

As we sped down the road, heading toward the race venue, the adrenaline was already building. I could see it in the way Jungwon’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set in determination. This race meant everything to him, and I knew just how important it was for me to be there.

When we arrived at the street race venue, I was immediately hit by the electrifying atmosphere. The sounds of revving engines filled the air, and the smell of burning rubber hung in the air like an intoxicating cloud. People were everywhere, clustered around the various cars, talking in excited voices. It was more intense than any of the other races I’d been to before.

Jungwon led me through the crowd, his arm protectively wrapped around my waist as we weaved past onlookers. “You feel that?” he asked, leaning close so I could hear him over the noise. “Tonight’s going to be wild.”

I nodded, feeling the thrill in my veins. The flashing lights, the hum of engines—it was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement.

But as we moved deeper into the venue, something caught my eye. A massive banner near the starting line displayed the prize for tonight’s race—$100,000. My jaw nearly dropped.

“Jungwon,” I said, tugging at his sleeve. “Is that the actual prize?”

He glanced over, smirking. “Yep. Big stakes tonight. That’s why everyone’s here. This isn’t just any race—it’s the race of the season.”

“100k?” I whispered, still in shock. “That’s insane.”

Jungwon laughed softly. “It is. But I’ve got this.”