━━ ( 🎲 ) chapter six...

the male rested his body on the soft cushion of the vehicle, his hands gripped the circular object-- knuckles turning white. it came into his realization that his expectation was soon crashing into his senses as a petrifying reality.

maybe it was the fact that he had never been on a driver seat, his fingers had never slid across the smooth surface of the steering wheel--surely, his heart never resonated for the road nor this kind of sport.

for a second, jaemin closed his eyes. his hands loosened and his shoulders slumped. this was a step further than just taking a risk, for he had known for a fact that driving was not at all his specialty. with a wrong move and a miscalculated push in the pedal, his life could be the cost.

'find another way' jaemin's mind yearned to be noticed.

he hesitated and agreed that it was not the best plan b. to much on the line for a price he was not willing to pay, especially when there was still so much the world could offer to young jaemin.

jaemin dragged his body back to the screaming crowd, their loud voices exasperated him even more. the silky well-made fabric of skirts and suits brushed against jaemin uncomfortably. not to mention the sickening scent of their branded perfume. he was close to finding renjun and getting out of the track. although his stubborn self knew that going home meant he would indirectly agree to chenle's previous argument about his skeptical plan.

the van door flung open, leaving jaemin in the worst situation with no room to prepare himself for the crowds almost trampling his lean figure. they were screaming the racer's name like their life depended on it.

" what the heck are these people on!? calm down would you! " jaemin grumbled, balling his fists and walking awat without even caring to spare a glance at his so-called target.

his body and mind craved for peace and time alone. as he said before, he could not just quit as much as he wanted to. so, he approached the van shotaro was in, in hopes that the sweet male could provide him some help.

he did not even need to look so hard as shotaro was already waving his hand high, jogging lightly to his direction," hey! i was looking for you, i thought you left me, was i maybe taking too long? "

" i just like walking around and drifting to random places, don't worry about it, " jaemin shrugged it off, althoufh the incident still stung him.

" anyways, i have a good news! " shotaro giggled revealing two cards reserved for the vip section, " sungchan gave me two of these, this way we don't have to deal with a lot of crowds. "

jaemin sighed, expressing his grattitude " shotaro, you are a life-saver. "

" no problem! i don't want to make my new friend feel uncomfortable, let's go then! " shotaro tugged jaemin's arm, but the male was still in a deep trance.

time was ticking, he needed to think of something, fast. it could be jaemin's only chance.

- 🎲-

" you think you're gonna win this year lee? " a deep voice halted the male's focus on the race track in front of him.

" i have to, continuing the family legacy jisung-ah, as always. "

the legacy and title. jeno's life and his entire purpose served as a tool for his mother and the business to thrive. to gain respect she said, so you can sleep and wake up with riches and gold, she reasoned. nothing in the world seemed genuine anymore to jeno, he could rely on those whose hands did not run behind his back, desperately crawling for money.

the chatters applauding his visuals and muscular body, his money and what his family was famous for only showed him the bitter taste of reality.

no one cared about jeno, their lips only stretched when they hear about lee jeno.

the truth was, without his family name, no one would scream his name in awe.

" gentlemen, start your engines!" the warning rang, igniting the thrill in each of the racers.

their feets settled on the paddle, hearts battering to the sound of roaring engines revived. the road--a welcome path way of escape to victory.

as the green light lit, the roaring sounds dominated the track. cars launched to full speed, pushing itselves to remain in the lead. whilst the crowd responded with a cacophony of defeaning shrieks.

jeno's car was clearly leading the pack. to him, leading was one thing but staying throughout the whole race is another even greater challenge.

he could only ignore the slithering of many behind him, with every turn and move, jeno only became a target needed to be beaten.

all racers have a high ego. for one, it could be a trigger--waiting to fire when it reached its peak. an ego could conquer every ounce of kindness a human owns.

in jeno's case, ego was danger, gliding down the road--a few metres behind the vehicle he was on.

it was even ready to kill an innocent being, for the sake of glory and victory at the end of the road.

⌨ ᶻᶻᶻ elena is typing ...

happy new years luvs 🥰🥰!!
soo i decided to continue this booj although apart of me wanted to unpublish it considering my life and limited time. but why not start 2022 with a new start?

anyways let's hust cross our fingers that it would not suck as much as 2021, that is all i could possibly ask for.