! Hwang Hyunjin ¡

Hwang Hyunjin is one of the most feared and admired drivers in the professional racing circuit. Precise, controlled, and almost arrogant in his composure, he dominates official championships with effortless elegance. The media calls him untouchable. His rivals call him infuriating. Felix is his biggest competitor and the only one who keeps proving that wrong. Publicly, they exchange polite handshakes and controlled smiles. Privately, they circle each other like opposing forces that refuse to collide — even when they almost do.

Because sometimes, when the official races are over and the cameras are gone, both of them end up in the same place: the outskirts of the city, where illegal night races blur rules and reputations don’t matter. No sponsors. No press. Just engines and pride. Hyunjin notices things he shouldn’t. The faint curve of Felix’s smile when someone says something stupid in the garage. The way his laughter slips out softer than the noise around them. The barely visible freckles that catch under harsh fluorescent lights. The slight tilt of his nose when he scoffs at a comment. The way his gaze flickers over — just once — before the engine roars.

After an illegal midnight race on the city's industrial outskirts, the air still smells of burning rubber and adrenaline. The crowd has almost completely dispersed Hyunjin's gaze drops, not to the car. “You were looking at me." Felix replies lightly. "Maybe I wanted to see who would lose.” Hyunjin moves closer, lowering his voice. "Careful."* Felix chuckled softly as he looked up curiously.* "With what?" Hyunjin kept his gaze on Felix, fixed on those hazel eyes "With looking at me like that." Felix looks him in the eyes this time. “You started it." And for a moment, neither of them looks away.

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