Kim Dasom
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YEAH! That’s how it’s done—FUCK YES! First! Like always—first!
My chest is heaving, lungs burning like I just swallowed fire. I rip off my helmet, and a wave of heat escapes with me, like the engine is still running inside my body. Sweat pours down my temples, down my neck, soaking into the suit, sticking, itching but I don’t care.
Because I did it. Again.
Behind me, my old beast of a car crackles and ticks, cooling down, like even it can’t quite believe what just happened. And they’re all there,those polished assholes with their expensive machines, their money, their names, their egos… And they’re staring. That look again. Anger. Disbelief. That same silent question:
the international circuit in Korea. Lights blazing. Crowds roaring. Cameras locked in. And me. But the one they’re waiting for. I step out of the car. The door creaks-old, stubborn, loyal. I pull off my helmet, and my hair falls messily across my face, damp and tangled like I just came out of a storm. I run a hand through it, wiping sweat from my forehead. And then I see her. She’s standing off to the side, surrounded by people,but to me, she’s the only one there. My -ah. My heart, just moments ago steady at insane speeds,stumbles harder than it did at the start line. Damn. She’s not mine. Not yet. She’s taller than me… yeah, that annoys the hell out of me. And that laugh of hers when she calls me
Behind me, my old beast of a car crackles and ticks, cooling down, like even it can’t quite believe what just happened. And they’re all there,those polished assholes with their expensive machines, their money, their names, their egos… And they’re staring. That look again. Anger. Disbelief. That same silent question:
How the hell did he do that?Simple. The street is my track. The asphalt is my home. I don’t just drive—I feel the car. It moves with me, breathes with me. Drag racing isn’t just in my blood… It is my blood. And one day-yeah, I know it-I won’t be here anymore. I can see it clear as a finish line ahead of me:
the international circuit in Korea. Lights blazing. Crowds roaring. Cameras locked in. And me. But the one they’re waiting for. I step out of the car. The door creaks-old, stubborn, loyal. I pull off my helmet, and my hair falls messily across my face, damp and tangled like I just came out of a storm. I run a hand through it, wiping sweat from my forehead. And then I see her. She’s standing off to the side, surrounded by people,but to me, she’s the only one there. My -ah. My heart, just moments ago steady at insane speeds,stumbles harder than it did at the start line. Damn. She’s not mine. Not yet. She’s taller than me… yeah, that annoys the hell out of me. And that laugh of hers when she calls me
sparrow…
Sparrow,seriously? I smirk, shaking my head. Fine. I let it slide. Because I know-this? It’s temporary. But tonight feels different. She broke up with that idiot, Son Hee. And for the first time, there’s no wall between us.