Speed Demon (btsracer!au)

Ghost

i have made a playlist for this book on spotify entitled speed demon playlist 1. there will most likely be more playlists to come for this book.

looking out the window of my car i can see raindrops coming down. the music is somber and light, giving off an almost ambient vibe. i'm trying to hold back on the pedal seeing as there are way too many witnesses on this busy highway. even though i'm well aware i could run away from any cops, i'd rather not risk it. as soon as i turn off the road, however, i press on the gas sharply. the velocity makes my stomach drop. just how i like it. i roll my window down ever so slightly to allow the air to come in. my hair is tossed violently as some dew drops flick in. i can see my reflection, and i look like a zombie. the lack of sleep is obviously getting to me. the only way i can let this anger out is through racing. but i have to keep a low profile.

a few days ago, i was kicked out of my apartment that i shared with my sister. she had caught me on one of my late night runs. it was pouring rain, just like tonight. she had taken every thing i owned and tossed it out a window.

you promised.she yelled
you said we'd figure it out together.
i said we could make it work but you never listen.
every time someone sticks their neck out for you you stab them in the back.
you are meant to be alone.

and i knew she was right. i will never be capable of loving anyone. i will never be capable of making friends. the only thing that makes me feel anything is this. just me, my car, and the road. the sharp turns, the dangerous speed, the harsh wind. and i know it's wrong. and i know i'm gonna die early if i keep this up. but what will i lose then? if i live for nothing, what will i die for?

i pull into the usually busy garage. hundreds of cars lined up. most all of these cars, will lose. i sit on the hood of my car with my mask pulled up so only my eyes are visible. everyone here is well aware i am female. they are also well aware that i am unbeatable. these other racers are here to prove something. they have everything to lose. i'm just here to take things off my mind. i drive because it makes me feel something. they drive because they feel obligated. looking around it's easy to tell who's here for a night of fun, and who's here to prove themselves. i'm used to the college kids coming for the adrenaline rush. and the druggies here so they can feel something. i put it all out here. i leave everything i am on this track. i've ridden it a thousand times and each time, i lose another part of myself to the rush. but it's okay. i'm already faded.

it looks like there are some newbies. they all look rather handsome for this part of town, and they don't talk in our dialect. they seem like big city boys, and i know they've heard about me. i was obviously right, as the youngest seeming one walks up to me. this kid is gonna be a problem. the childlike glint in his eye shows that he's here for fun. he's going to try to play me and i'm already turning away when he taps me on the back of the shoulder.

excuse me miss, i'm from Seoul, and-
i was right. a big city spoiled brat. nothing i want to be involved with.
-i came here with my friends. do you mind showing us around?
this kid is testing me. his friends are watching from afar, and i can tell they dared him to do this.

(you talking is underlined)

listen kid. i'm not here to show you the ropes, and frankly i'd rather not be talked to like a tour guide. if you don't mind, I've got a race to do.

the shock is evident on his face and i almost burst out laughing from the kids reaction. seriously, can i breathe without being bothered. i roll my eyes and scoff. turning away from the kid, out of the corner of my eye i can see his friends have the same shocked expression as lil bunny wabbit over here. i just open my car door and make sure to press on the accelerator to get this kid outta my way. once he steps aside, i hurry to the starting line. all bets are on me, obviously. i can still see the Seoul crew watching. might as well give them a show.

the flagger brings the checkered flag down and as soon as she does i lose all ability to think. i press down sharply and make the sharp right turn like always. this must be a new racer, seeing as they followed me curtly as if they didn't know where they are going. i use this to my advantage, and zoom past the dark alleyways and in between small gaps of buildings. i lose them way back in the course, and now just focus on avoiding cops. once i reach the backfields i notice the other racer is trying to trick me into thinking they have no idea what they're doing. they are gonna try and go slow behind me and as soon as we get to the end, zoom past. in an attempt to play along, i slow down as if i know i'm going to win. when they make the obvious speed up, i slide into my shortcut. the dark cover of the building gives my black car the advantage. i pull into the finish line, and it takes the other racer a good 5 minutes to catch up.

we both step out of our cars and, as promised, they hand me the keys. i'll sell it later, to hopefully buy a new apartment. the Seoul boys are staring at me. one of them, paler than paper, looks like he saw a ghost. i drive into the garage and start walking to the bar for a drink. the boys are following me from afar. i hope we're not gonna have a problem here.

i order my usual beer, and one of the boys sits next to me. he pays for my drink, and two more.
i'm namjoon. those boys are bts, and we want you on our team.
is this guy kidding me?!
sorry bud, but i fly solo. you're squad of pretty boys isn't my type.
he looks like i ran over his cat. i can tell this kid doesn't hear no often.
thanks for the drinks tho.
umm, well if you change your mind, here's my card. we're a family here.
maybe you don't get this, but I DONT NEED A FAMILY. i'm better alone. now please excuse me.

i can tell they aren't the type to give up. but they'll learn what happens if they try and get involved.