"They thrive on thrill; adrenaline and danger runs through their veins the same way they race through the streets to win."
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"Is that how you like living? Speeding away as the people around you become a blur...
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The ground thumped underneath Sarang's sneaker clad feet, the white of her shoes scraped with dirt and marks. She was leaning against the hood of a space grey car, the model sleek and modern but the girl didn't care enough to know the name.
Around her, in the open area of land were two things in abundance; racing cars and people. Girls clad in high heeled boots and short dresses and men clad in black outfits with cigarettes or joints in their mouth. People were dancing and hollering, their energy being fed by blaring music and the sound of tires screeching off to a race.
The place she was in was the notorious location for all streetcar racers in Seoul; whether it be a gang of these racers or solo streetcar racers, this place was where men and women alike came to put their life on danger only for a second to experience an adrenaline rush like no other, it was where people didn't give a fuck about anything, except the car they were driving and the finish line at the end of the road.
During the day, this place was deserted. Only a few cars and people could be found but during the late hours of the night and early hours of the morning; underground Hongdae came to life.
Sarang had no idea what she was doing here. She supposed she should've felt cold in her skinny jeans and cropped ribbed white tank top but the warmth of the people around her and the engines of the cars whirring near her made it way hotter. Her best friend, or the cause of her current discomfort, was standing right next to her. A drink in her hand with her lips on the brim on the paper cup while Sarang's cup of vodka and coke was sitting idle in her hand. She didn't even remember where her friend got the drink from.
"Jia. Can we go now? Please?" Sarang sighed. She felt uncomfortable. It wasn't that street racing made her anxious or the fact that she knew the people around her were dangerous. But she did know that this place was infamous for getting into trouble; some fight of brawl or a gun being fired, or a shudder of unwanted memories coming back. All of these things she knew and she didn't want to stick around to see it happen.
"Not yet! I haven't seen him yet," Jia hushes her. "The club won't close and you will still get to do our usual Saturday night routine."
Sarang huffs loudly. This one night a week ago, Jia had met a guy named Sungjae at the club. They had hit it off and the night ended in one night stand. Of course, Jia being Jia was hooked and obsessed with him. Sarang didn't care much, until Jia dragged her here to find him because Sungjae was a loser who forgot to give her his number. Instead, he had mentioned how he raced over here every Saturday. Hence why the girls were out here now.
"Wait I think I see him." Jia squints off in the distance. Sarang squints too but can't make out the boys facial features from afar.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," Jia mumbles, fixing her hair and smoothing our wrinkles on her dress. She's about to walk away when Sarang grabs her arm.
