Rider's Encore (NAMJIN)

Seokjin

The sound of the track, smell of dust and wheezing of the unnatural speed of his 'Hellsing', literally flying through the race course was something intoxicating for him. This wasn't passion or addiction; this was something he would die if he wouldn't continue.

"I'm being caught on, gimme some space", came an excited yell through his ears.

But the guy liked teasing his friend even a crucial moment. He cut off even the little space left for the other's escape.

"Fucking serious!!!", now the voice turned accusing and frustrated.

He laughed out and made sure that he hears it. But being the loyal guy, he is, he immediately shifted off the track letting the other catch him up to.

Oh, how he loved the days when they hold double tracks. Double the challenge, double the fun and double with his best mate beside him ......both with the same thirst for speed.

A thunderous roar came from Hoseok's 'Aphro'.

Boy, his choice is too beautiful. 'Hellsing' was pretty in her own style, but 'Aphro' could match up with his crisp temper. As Hoseok was caught an inch before him, he immediately hyped up 'Hellsing' and crossed him back.

- Dipshit! At least once, come on!

- No personal issue with you Ho, I've got that to maintain.

Hoseok groaned through the earphone as he chuckled, not even caring that there were two other bikers right behind them struggling to match up their speed in vain. He and Hoseok were in their own world racing against each other. They ruled Volt-Track like kings and getting beaten means the king will be de-throned. And that's something unacceptable on his list.

With a loud honk of who knows what which sounded pretty awful to ears, and deafening cheer of the audience, he passed the Crossfield with Hoseok following just right behind, apart with half an inch. The Referee waved the huge flag ending the race as he jolted with a wheelie on front and ended with style. Hoseok with his usual boring demeanor.

Opening his monster helmet, as he walked up to Hoseok chuckling at his groaning expression and patted a soft one on his back. The guy was sulking with a surgical frown on his face, leaning on to his bike.

"Cheer up, we were gonna win anyways, you know I actually kinda take that personally", he spoke.

"Yeah yeah, fuck you too", he smirked taking Hoseok's hand into his as he raised them high up in the air, fighting all the spotlights focused on them, showing him what they have achieved again. Finally, a grin spread across Hoseok's face as he looked at him. This was their life, and they owned it!

The crowd on the verge of losing their voice due to screaming and all the confetti showered on them making their hair appear snow white.

Man, they sure had a huge fanbase in this reality, away from the world. Volt-track itself was a world away from the earth, u can't escape once you have entered.

They could match up the speed they ever wanted in life, and fucking no one to stop them. This is the life anyone would want. Risking everything to get to the top. Even their life. This wasn't an adventure sport; this was a death sport.

And speed was everything for Jin in this part of his life.

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