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word count: 1.8k
genre: racer au, fast & furious inspired
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Hearing the sound of tires screeching against the asphalt and loud roars of engines was the highlight of your Friday nights. The streets were filled with assorted cars, their owners standing by them and showing off. Some people just came only to show off. But not you.
No. You were there to race. And you were pretty damn good at it too. Actually, you were one of the most well-known street racers in Seoul. You owned a Dodge Challenger and you loved it more than anything. You had designed and built the engine yourself along with the customary interior design.
You loved watching the races. But being behind the wheel was a totally different experience. You didn't know what it was. Everytime you slipped behind the wheel, a certain spark of electricity went through your body and you couldn't contain it.
You smirked to yourself as the flagger walked to the middle of the street. He raised his flag and the thunderous sound of engines roaring sent adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your hand wrapped tighter around the wheel, your other hand on the shift and your foot lighting pressing the gas pedal.
"Ready?" The flagger said. His eyes met yours and he smirked a bit. "I know you are." Your smirk deepened. He waved his flag in the air then he waved it down.
You didn't hesitate for a second. You put the car in drive and your foot pushed down on the gas. The speedometer reached fifty in a matter of seconds, then sixty, seventy. Both hands were on the wheel and you were focused.
You reached the finish line and you could hear people cheering around you. You put your car in park and stepped out. Your opponent pulled up and the back of his car was smoking. You couldn't help but laugh.
Maybe you were a bit cocky when it came to racing. You knew your cars and you knew their limits. Obviously the poor guy's Mustang was not built for racing. Or perhaps it was the racer. You believed it wasn't always about the car but also the way a person drove it.
Your best friend Chan approached you sporting a cocky smirk. He was also your stepbrother. "What's the smirk for, Bang?" You asked.
"Remember that kid in Tokyo?" He said and you raised an eyebrow. "People called him DK."
"DK?" You repeated then your mouth fell open a bit. "Changbin? What about him?"
"He's here tonight," Chan responded.
Your eyes widened slightly. "Seriously?" You asked and he nodded his head. Why is he here?
