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Racer ( K. Minji x Reader )

Minji's pov-

The roar of engines and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as I leaned against my car, wiping the grease from my hands.

The racetrack buzzed with energy, mechanics shouting over the loud engines and drivers running final checks before the race.

It was another weekend, another race, and I could feel the excitement bubbling up in my veins.

I lived for this.

I've been racing cars since I could see over a steering wheel.

It's in my blood. My dad was a racer, my older brother too, and now here I am, following the same path, chasing the same thrill.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of tearing down the track, pushing your car to its limits, knowing that one wrong move could cost you everything. But that's what makes it worth it.

I glanced across the pit toward the neighboring team's garage, where my partner, Y/n L/n, was leaning over the hood of their car, making adjustments.

Their brow was furrowed in concentration. Y/n was one of the best drivers I knew.

They were fast, precise, and always in control. They had this natural talent that made it look easy, but I knew how much work they put into every race.

They caught me looking and flashed me a grin, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You ready to lose today, Kim Minji?" They called out, loud enough for everyone in the pit to hear.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my smile. "In your dreams, Y/n! You better hope your car's as fast as mine!"

The other mechanics around us chuckled, used to our banter by now. Y/n and I had been rivals on the track long before we started dating.

We met two years ago during a particularly heated championship series. I won the first race, he won the second, and by the third, we were both determined to leave the other in the dust.

Instead, we ended up in the same bar after the race, drowning our frustrations over a couple of beers.

By the end of the night, we were laughing more than we were competing, and the rivalry turned into something much more complicated.

Now, we were both still chasing titles, but there was a lot more at stake than just trophies and lap times.

I finished up with the final checks on my car, a sleek red-and-black beauty that I'd spent months tweaking to perfection.

I couldn't wait to get her on the track, to feel the engine rumble beneath me as I sped toward the finish line.

There was something about the open road, the way the world blurred around you, that made everything else disappear. Out there, it was just me, the car, and the race.

The announcer's voice crackled over the loudspeakers, calling for drivers to line up at the starting line.

My heart rate spiked, the familiar rush of flooding excitement went through me. This was it. The moment I lived for.

I climbed into the driver's seat, my fingers wrapping around the steering wheel, the leather worn and familiar beneath my hands.

I glanced at Y/n's car a few rows ahead of mine as we all pulled into position.

They caught my eye in the rearview mirror, lifting their helmet slightly to wink at me before pulling it back down.

Cocky as ever, I thought with a grin.