𝐅 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 : 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮/𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐣𝐮𝐧 : ツ✮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 - 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞?

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They had finally arrived at the
race track, the sun casting a fiery red-golden hue, and the sound of revving engines filling the air with an ominous growl. The racers were already decked out in their racing suits, each one reflecting their unique style and personality

Taehyun sported a sleek blue and white suit that accentuated his slender frame, while Hyunjin and Jeongin donned full black suits that exuded an air of mystery.

Beomgyu, always one to stand out, wore a striking red, black, and white suit, a vivid symbol of his unyielding determination.

With a nervous smile, Beomgyu turned to the group, his voice steady and confident, "You ready?" But his enthusiasm couldn't mask the underlying tension.

Heesung, the latecomer to this unexpected showdown, emerged from the garage in his own racing suit. He chuckled at beomgyu's speech. "You're not racing without me, you brat," he said, trying to muster confidence in the face of the looming challenge.

"you're racing too?" Hyunjin asked, his surprise reflecting the disbelief that Heesung would willingly race for once. Heesung typically prefered to watch the race with Felix, making his sudden participation a shock.

Heesung winked, "Fuck yeah, I am," he declared. Beomgyu's scoff was loud as he dabbed his cousin up.

"You get your looks from me" he teased.

"All of you shut up, you know I'm gonna beat your asses in the race" taehyun voiced, rolling his eyes.

Beomgyu couldn't resist a playful jab at Taehyun, who was known for his competitive spirit. He whispered in Taehyun's ear, "No, you won't but you'll look sexy in that suit while you lose to me." Beomgyu couldn't help but grin at Taehyun's flushed reaction.

He smirked, proud of himself.

Jeongin, not wanting to be left out, pouted and asked, "And what about me?"

Felix, unable to bear the tension any longer, burst out, "Stop hoeing around, Beomgyu! Start the race!" His voice was tinged with desperation.

Beomgyu turned and stuck his tongue out at Felix, but it was a feeble attempt to mask the rising anxiety. "You're lucky you're cute," he retorted.

And so, with playful taunts masking the unease, they all climbed onto their bikes and secured their helmets.

"Get ready to eat my dust, Motherfuckers" beomgyu spoke. his voice serious, he always took races seriously, even if it was just for fun.

As the green light signalled the start of the race, the roar of the motorcycles filled the atmosphere. They sped across the track, their engines growling like beasts, locked in a battle of nerves and skill. The racers fought hard, neck and neck, in a thrilling display of skill and determination.

The race quickly escalated into a heart-pounding, adrenaline-fueled struggle for victory as Heesung took the lead, his bike roaring ahead, closely followed by Jeongin, Hyunjin and
Taehyun, who were locked in a fierce competition for second place.

Though it seemed that Taehyun got the upper hand at a sudden sharp turn left, there was an air of uncertainty as if he knew the danger that lay ahead, Heesung.

Jeongin and Hyunjin fought fiercely for third place, their expressions mirroring the fierce competition.

Amid the chaotic race, a sudden boom of an engine cut through the noise. Beomgyu had executed a move that caught everyone by surprise, a manoeuvre that was as audacious as it was unexpected, catapulting himself to the front. His technique was so unexpected that it left the others in awe. But there was something off, something sinister about the way he had taken the lead that sent shivers down their spines. His eyes glew with determination.

Beomgyu's heart raced as he leaned into the sharp turns, feeling the strain in his wrist but determined to maintain his lead. However, as he glanced back at his competitors, he was puzzled to see them stopping their bikes in the middle of the track, their faces etched with confusion.

Beomgyu couldn't comprehend why they would halt in the midst of this intense race.

His attention was abruptly drawn to his side mirror, where an approaching Bugatti Divo suddenly emerged roaring at his bike and rapidly closing the gap between them. Beomgyu furrowed his brows in confusion but he still wouldn't lose. The tension was suffocating, and Beomgyu's grip on the handlebars tightened.

Whenever it seemed like Beomgyu was about to secure victory, the Bugatti would surge forward, creating a fierce back-and-forth battle, like a predator, haunting his every move. The sense of dread grew with each passing second.

But Beomgyu's eyes locked onto the finish line. A surge of determination coursed through him. He pushed his bike to the absolute limit, his heart pounding in his chest, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.

He had to win.

His engine let out a deafening scream.

He had won.

With the race concluded, Beomgyu snapped back to reality. He parked his bike and threw his helmet to the ground. He swung a leg over and knelt, quickly scanning the bike for any signs of damage, before getting up.

Suddenly, the sleek Bugatti Divo pulled up in front of him, parking sideways on the track. The door opened, revealing Choi Yeonjun, whose expression was now a mask of cold determination.

Yeonjun wasted no time. He grabbed Beomgyu's wrist, yanking off the glove, which earned a sharp hiss of pain from Beomgyu. Yeonjun's gaze was fixed on Beomgyu's now swollen and bruised hand, and his expression hardened, it looked fine after he took off the cast before, now you could say the opposite.

"Don't get on your knees for trash" The older warned as his jaw clenched.

Beomgyu recoiled, pulling his hand away, his anxiety reaching its peak. "What the hell are you doing on my racetrack?" He demanded, but there was a tremor in his voice, a vulnerability he couldn't hide.

His friends quickly joined them, with Taehyun having to hold Beomgyu back from reacting impulsively, even though Beomgyu had no intention of starting a fight. Still, Beomgyu was known to have a short temper.

The tension gripped them all. Yeonjun's calm demeanour only heightened the unease.

Yeonjun calmly lowered his head to be eye level with Beomgyu and lifted his chin with a single finger, staring into his eyes with an intensity that sent a chill down Beomgyu's spine. Beomgyu's mind raced, trying to decipher the cryptic message in those eye, remembering Yeonjun's words: 'eyes don't lie'

Yeonjun released him and effortlessly lifted Beomgyu over his shoulder, ignoring Beomgyu's protests and kicks. The tension in the air was unbearable.

Addressing the others, Yeonjun declared, "I'll take it from here,"his voice commanding and foreboding. his tone leaving no room for argument as he carried Beomgyu away, disappearing into the garage, leaving his friends bewildered and curious as they collectively decided to leave the track and call beomgyu later.

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hihi!! ^_^

I'll update the next part soon since I don't wanna leave this at a cliff hanger yet 😍

(the banner is yeonjuns car)

I have the next part almost written out but I'm not sure if I should let them be enemies for a bit more or add some confusing feelings into their relationship 😭

I feel like continuing as enemies for a bit more would help improve their relationship that slowly builds, but at the same time there's more drama if I add some feelings 😋 (not sure if that will end well tho 😭)

probably just gonna stick to a happy ending, if not I'll write a book 2 to make sure they do 😁

anywayssysysy thank u sm for readinggg 🫶

not proof read!!

27/09/23

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