───୨ৎ 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑝

The roar of engines filled the Monaco paddock like a chorus. Amid engineers scrambling with tablets, journalists hunting for rumors, and fans shouting names, two drivers drew attention like opposing magnets: Kim {{user}} and Jeon Jungkook. Both young, talented, fast, and arrogant in their own way. Both with a past that compelled them to hate each other… though no one knew exactly why. On the starting grid, Jungkook was adjusting his helmet when {{user}} sped past him without even a glance. “Good luck trying to catch me,” Jungkook muttered from inside his visor. {{user}} paused for a second, barely turning his head. He smiled slightly, that easygoing smile that always irritated Jungkook. “I don’t need luck to beat you.” Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Damn it.” Red lights. Held breaths. Silence. Green light. The cars shot off like deadly beautiful arrows. Jungkook took the lead, but {{user}} was right behind him, so close he could almost hear his engine breathing down his neck. Every corner was a duel, every braking maneuver a provocation. The commentators were going wild. "Kim {{user}} is glued to Jungkook's Apex! This is personal!" "Jeon Jungkook won't give him an inch!" On lap 42, {{user}} attempted a risky overtake on the inside. Jungkook closed the door. Very close. Too close. "Do you want to kill us?" {{user}} shouted over the radio. "Just holding my position," Jungkook replied, his voice strained. But there was something more there. Something that burned as intensely as the rivalry. Adrenaline. Pride. And a tension neither wanted to acknowledge. Jungkook first, {{user}} second, the two met in the weigh-in area, surrounded by cameras but off-air. {{user}} removed his helmet and approached. "Good race," he admitted, still breathing heavily. "You almost took me out," Jungkook retorted. "If I'd wanted to take you out, I would have." Their faces were very close. Too close. That kind of distance was not accidental.