"So fucking great!" the navigator heard and smiled gently, while the manager frowned. He was leaning his buttocks against the desk, his arms were crossed over his chest.

"Hobi, in two meters turn left then get ready and reduce your speed. Keep to the left side of the road," Kim Seokjin, the navigator in the Jung Hoseok's racing team, spoke with a speed of light. Sweat beaded down his temples, his fingers nervously clenched, losing his body's natural tone, his lips were chapped, and his throat was not able to moisten even frequent swallowing. He took a sip of the energy drink, focusing on the driver's position. He knew that his one mistake could cost Hoseok's health and even life, so he separated himself from the people around him, their loud screams, and their presence, completely devoting his attention to the boy sitting in the cockpit.

"Hooray!" the driver shouted, showing his joy of driving forward. "Whoops!"

"What "whoops"?" the manager muttered and went to the screen showing the driver's position. The satellite constantly sending the view linked to real time, so the team could predict what the driver would need when he came to the pit stop, or even if he needs it and slowly rides on the pit line.

"Hobi, two bends before you. The first in three meters left, ninety degrees, then the second also left, thirty degrees. Then straight five meters. Take the pit line. You have to change the tires" the thoughtful voice of focused Jin did not let forget about a bit of caution.

"Jung will be here in ten seconds. Move your asses" the manager said to the service, who in panic left the tent and waited at the fence near the pit line. "And focus yourself, Jung, and do not act like the child who got the lollipop," he said into the microphone which was near Jin's mouth, looking at the view from the satellite.

"Yes, sir!" the driver shouted cheerfully. "Hello, pit line!"

"Idiot" the boy muttered, then left the tent. He stopped just outside the railing and looked at the boy who was chatting happily with the technical team, and when he saw the manager's dark eyes staring at him, he raised his left thumb, then, getting permission from the navigator, moved with a squeak of tires, ruffling dust clouds in the air. Less than seven seconds and this fool spat out a dozen sentences, which was a better performance than the time achieved by the DKR team on the tire change. Tae waved his hand near his nose to rid himself of unwanted pollen and hid in the team's tent. He had no intention of following that idiot with his eyes. He did not like to look at him, talk to him or be with him, but the position of the manager of this "talented young boy" forced him to interact with the elder frequently. He liked his work even though he lost the urge to get up from bed everyday morning, because of Jung. This did not change even when he got to know him better, and that meant to him that he knows when he was born, how his parents' and siblings' names, where he went to school and where he lived. He did not need anything else, and that was the peak of his the possibility of interacting with others. Long ago he ceased to look at people favorably, the majority did not deserve his attention, or a good word, which he gave very sparingly. Once he was different, but certain events made his heart became icebound, and joyful disposition of the protector pissed him like snow in the summer, or lack of latte with caramel in his favorite café, so he limited their contacts to the necessary minimum. He often ignored the driver's phones, setting all the details with Kim Namjoon, the team leader, the owner of the cars and faucet with money which he did not spare to his employees. Probably only high salary held Tae in Dope Korean Racing. Otherwise, he would have packed his suitcases long ago, which he'd prepared on his bed after getting to know the rising star, Jung Hoseok, twelve months earlier.

When he was in the tent again, he heard the last clues of Seokjin's, and the confident voice of the brunet, sailing from the loudspeaker.

"Focus yourself, Jung. You have to win it," manager interrupted the cheerful chatter, with one hand adjusting the bandana that slipped from his left ear, and with the fingers of the other holding the navigator's microphone. The headband was the only part of the business outfit he liked. A black plain bandana, with a logo composed of two horizontally arranged rectangles, which looked like a door that opens inwards, but somehow it won his heart. It was no secret that he loved the bandanas, but every time he heard the "Bandana-boy" from Jung's mouth, he had the urge to throw away his substantial collection, which occupied one of the commode's drawers in his villa near the city center. In such moments he always breathed deeper. He was calling the driver an idiot, or alternatively, he used a different, insulting epithet that only made the boy was smiling widely.

"Don't worry your pretty, Bandana-boy," Hoseok said cheerfully, then he smiled under his breath, looking at the empty route in front of him. He also looked in the rearview mirror, but in his field of vision could not see the other drivers. "I'm ahead of them for a good half-minute. I do not know what would have to happen to lose it" he added, confident, and Tae boiled inside. And it was not because of "charming" nickname. The ego of this creep was just unbearable!

"Wait until someone unchain the cow, you moron," brown-haired said with a wry smile. "Go," he added and offered a spongy object to Seokjin's lips, who listened to the exchange of two men with frowns. The younger Kim straightened up and took his eyes again at the view from the satellite. Despite the large distance between Jung and his opponents, he felt a sort of nervousness, manifesting in a big bump in the stomach and every now and then he bites his bottom lip. He clenched his fingers on shoulders, previously unbuttoning the characteristic black-red DKR suit with the logo in the place where under the skin the heart is beating, the emblem was identical with this on the bandana, and then he grasped the lower lip between teeth for a little longer.

"Jin, Honey, lead me" the driver's request flowed from the loudspeaker.

"For five meters, a sharp turn to the right, and three meters after it, there's the finishing-line. Do not mess up, Hobi" the navigator added.

"You know me, Jin-chan," the driver replied, then grinned.

He felt great! He loved this feeling! So it was hard for him to understand the eternally grumpy Spitfire-Grumbler, as he used to call his manager when Bandana-boy was inadequate. If he did not like this job, why was he stuck in it? He did not believe that Kim's words of hating him, the best team driver, were true. Rather an excuse to always leave company events or meetings with colleagues, or not answer calls when Jung wanted to talk. About what? It's best about the weather, after all, it's a neutral subject, but Tae ignored the hand drawn in his direction, however, Hoseok did not give up, believing that one day he would break through his wall.

"Three seconds and finish," Jin said, waking the driver out of the trance.

"You are mine today, baby" the brunet whispered, then crossed the finish line, and his appearance aroused craze in the stands. As soon as he stopped in the safe zone, after the epic and eagerly anticipated drift by the fans, he was surrounded by a crowd of photojournalists, and the guys from the band forced him out of the cockpit and began to toss up. They opened the champagne, which Namjoon personally poured over the driver, and Seokjin whose stood next to the boss, smiling broadly and happily, his face again took on color, the sweat had disappeared from it, and the unbuttoned overalls showed a piece of light skin of his chest, clad in a blue T-shirt wide straps. Tae, whose standing behind the crowd, stared at raging colleagues whose looks like a psychiatric hospital's patients and grimaced in disgust, and when one of the paparazzi surprised him with a flash, he closed his eyes and turned his head. After that guy with the camera, came next, began to ask questions, for which they demanded an answer, so Kim assumed a firm smile on his face and contented the ears of the listeners with what they wanted to hear. He froze for a moment when the wet and sticky Hoseok put his arm around his neck and took him in his arms, then locked him in a bear hug. Seeing the farther flash, he reflected and patted the boy's back, then quickly pulled out of his embrace, saying that he should go to the medal zone. The joyful brunet grabbed his left wrist, then - despite the loud protests of chestnut-haired - he dragged behind him, and the crowd parted, chanting the driver's name and clapping synchronously. Tae involuntarily looked at the victor's broad back, clad in an overall adorned by advertisements, and wondered how someone with such ideal volleyball conditions was professionally sitting behind the wheel. His thoughts were interrupted again by Hoseok's arm wrapped around his neck, and when they entered the highest podium together, a very intensity noise hit his ears that he almost forgot how to breathe. Involuntarily, he put his hand on the driver's waist, afraid of falling from the excess of impressions. Even the sticky over-the-shirt suit had stopped disturbing him, and when in his free hand landed a large bouquet of flowers, he looked in surprise at the laughing eyes of the brunet who was watching him.

"It's for you, Bandana-boy" he whispered in his ear, blowing it with warm breath. On one's last legs, Tae restrained his grimace and said:

"Too kind. Anyway, they will end up in the trash" then, when he saw the disappointment in the eyes of an older man, he smiled crookedly and quickly left the podium, and the bouquet handed some blushing girl upon seeing him. First, she froze, then began to tear as if possessed and looked at the handsome manager who had already turned his back on her. Her face was disappointed, so she dipped her nose into the delicate petals and hugged them more.

Meanwhile, Taehyung headed for the showers zone, holding a towel and clothes in his hands. He arrived on a motorbike today, so he had to wash and change, and then put on his armor and helmet. As a rule, as a mode of transport, he used a bicycle to - as he emphasized many times - balance out the balance between caring for the environment and too much fuel consumption by Hoseok, which had a huge impact on the development of the greenhouse effect. As if one Hobi was guilty of everything... He was intelligent enough to see a lot of gaps in his reasoning, but the wide smile on the driver's mouth made him have to be malicious every second of being in the same room with him.

He went into the cabin and attached the shower, and the warm water wet his hair and body. He soaked himself thoroughly, treated his hair with shampoo, then rinsed his foam. Five minutes later, he reached for the towel and dried the skin, then put on underwear and leave the cabin. What was his surprise when he almost crashes into a virtually naked driver who smiled like an idiot.

"I was looking for you," the dark-haired man said, throwing a blue towel over on the left shoulder. Tae raised his right eyebrow, then passed the driver without a word and began to dress. He combed his hair, letting them dry slowly.

"In this outfit?" he finally said. "This is interesting! What does Lord Broke-Ass want from me?" he asked ironically, putting a white Gucci's bandana on ears and not gracing Hobie with a single glance. He shuddered when the driver stood just behind him and his serious face reflected in the mirror.

"You will not get away today, Spitfire. We're going to a party," the dark-haired man said and slapped Taehyung on the naked butt, whose jumped up and at the moment he turned away to the older man, hitting his left cheek with the fist.

"Keep your paws off, Jung!" he said in a dark voice and stared at Hoseok sitting on the floor, whose impact had knocked on the bright tiles. "I'm not going anywhere. I have enough of your phiz today," he added, then reached for his socks and trousers and T-shirt, and then began to dress his armor and high-top motorcycle boots. So clothed, he grabbed a helmet from the window sill and threw his bag over his shoulder and left the bathroom. He stopped worried about his wet hair when the driver dared to touch him. "See ya," he said, passing the threshold, then demonstrated the driver whose still sitting on plates, the middle finger clad in a black glove and left the room slamming the door.

When he started the engine, the team members' eyes focused on him. In the eyes of Namjoon, he read the question, so he shook his head and put on his helmet, then his eyes disappeared behind the dimmed goggles. He shifted his long leg to the other side of the vehicle, then sat down on the leather upholstery and hastened, waving his fellow workers beforehand. He blew up the dust into the air, and the co-workers' gazes showed genuine sadness. Tae's asociality has long ceased to be an object of mockery and jokes, it has become a problem with which team members, headed by the boss, wished to cope. But without the involvement of the person concerned, their efforts could not bring results. They thought that although their Sun would reach this Growler, however, despite unshakable faith and much willingness, even Hoseok could not penetrate this crust. However, he did not give up, which aroused admiration in all of DKR.

When the dark-haired man heard the noise of the engine, he cursed ugly, and then went under the shower. He treated his body with rough movements, and when he finished washing, he stood for a long time under the douche, thinking. He wanted to reach the Spitfire. He wanted to become his friend, but the younger one constantly pushed him away. Not once, not two, the look of manager's dark eyes freezing the blood in the veins of the driver, stifling his impulses, but he comes back like a boomerang because he promised something to himself and his colleagues. That he will not give up. Never. And he always kept his word. With that thought, he left the cabin, and a wide smile floated on his lips. He must succeed. It just has to.

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Hello Guys!

How are you today? What's up? I hope that all of you are safe and healthy :).

As you can see, I added the first part of the new VHope story. Ah! I'm so excited! I just love this story and plot line which I know better than you, but it's obvious, isn't it? I hope that you will like my new history and write about it in the comment because I need to know what do you think!

Well, there are "only" 2534 words :D. But I'm sure that you did your best to read it from the start to the end ;). I don't know when I will add the next part because I didn't end it yet, even in Polish... I hope that I will find some extra time in March because now it's impossible to write then translate for me.

See you soon, I hope! Take care of yourself!

R-chan ♥

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