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chapter two

frenzy

The sun climbed higher over the circuit, painting the pit lane in sharp gold light. Seo Nari adjusted her helmet strap, inhaling the familiar scent of hot asphalt, gasoline, and tires. Yesterday had been her introduction to professional racing—and to Park Jisung, the calm, untouchable presence she couldn't stop thinking about.

Today, the paddock was alive with energy: racers moving with focus and swagger, crew members bustling, and media personnel hovering at every corner. Nari reminded herself: focus on the track, her car, and her own instincts. Observation was part of the strategy. Every glance, every motion counted.

Across the pit lane, she scanned the competitors:
Lee Mark - calm, reliable, analytical, a quiet strategist. His measured movements and precise posture signaled someone she would need to study carefully.
Lee Haechan - funny, energetic, and full of chaotic charm. He bounced from car to car, cracking jokes and teasing his rivals, but Nari sensed that underneath the humor was a shrewd competitor.
Lee Jeno - quiet and fierce. His intensity was understated, almost intimidating, and she immediately recognized his ability to focus beyond the chaos of the paddock.
Na Jaemin - flirty and teasing, tossing playful jabs at the media and his fellow racers alike. Nari shook her head at his antics, realizing she'd have to keep her focus no matter what distractions he threw her way.
Huang Renjun - disciplined, smart, and calculating. He reviewed the track data with a steady gaze, giving subtle advice to anyone who paid attention. Nari admired his ability to combine intellect and instinct.
Zhong Chenle - mischievous and theatrical. Though he pretended to fawn over Jisung, the playful gestures were a form of teasing, a way to get under Jisung's skin without ever being serious. Nari found herself quietly smiling at the dynamic—it was clever, a reminder that racing wasn't always only about speed.

And, of course, Park Jisung—calm, controlled, and radiating effortless skill. Every movement he made seemed deliberate, as if the track bent to his will. Nari's pulse quickened, and she reminded herself: he was a competitor, and she would face him soon.

Her own support team was ready, grounding her amidst the paddock chaos:
Kang Yujin, head mechanic, moved with quiet authority. Years of experience gave her an instinctive understanding of cars and drivers alike. She offered guidance, mentorship, and reassurance that Nari could rely on.
Choi Minseo, aerodynamics engineer, tapped her tablet with a teasing grin. "Careful, rookie. That corner isn't your playground." Sharp and analytical, Minseo pushed Nari to excel while keeping a light edge to their interactions.

Lim Sooyeon, media coordinator, navigated through reporters with professional precision, shielding Nari from distractions. Her calm presence allowed Nari to focus entirely on the track.
Park Haein, data analyst, monitored telemetry with meticulous attention, translating every nuance into actionable insights. Quiet but essential, Haein's guidance helped Nari refine her driving instinctively.

The media descended as the first practice session began, a blur of flashing lights and whispered questions. Nari leaned into her team's support, letting Yujin's steady guidance, Sooyeon's shielding, and Haein's insight anchor her. But she couldn't ignore the thrill of awareness: Jisung was out there, moving with precise, effortless confidence.

She climbed into her car, sliding the harness over her shoulders and letting the vibration of the engine hum through her. The tires gripped the asphalt, the car responding like an extension of herself. Every turn, every acceleration, every braking decision demanded her full focus.

Across the track, she observed her fellow racers.
Haechan's antics made her pulse spike—chaotic yet brilliant, he always seemed to know how far he could push.
Jeno moved with quiet determination, his intensity commanding respect.
Mark's calm precision was a benchmark she mentally noted.
Jaemin's playful smirks reminded her not to get distracted.
Renjun moved with intelligent calculation, scanning and adapting with every lap.
And Chenle... he exaggerated every glance toward Jisung, his "fanboy" energy theatrical, playful, teasing the apex master in a way that drew subtle smiles and occasional eye rolls from the other racers. Nari found herself impressed by the cleverness: Chenle used personality as a weapon, a mental edge in the competition.

Lap after lap, Nari cataloged the details: braking points, cornering lines, and the subtle shifts in each racer's technique. Haechan's daring moves, Jeno's quiet intensity, Mark's measured consistency, Jaemin's playful distractions, Renjun's calculated adjustments, and Chenle's theatrical antics—all were data for her mind to process. And then there was Jisung, flawless and magnetic, the ultimate benchmark.

When practice ended, Nari parked her car, letting the engine cool. Her hands were slick with sweat, but her mind buzzed with observations. She climbed out, adjusting her hair and helmet, and met her team.

"You held your line well," Yujin said, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "But don't forget, everyone here is a threat, some bigger than others. Watch them all—especially him." She nodded subtly toward Jisung.

Minseo leaned over telemetry. "Your chicane line was nearly perfect. But Haechan and Jeno will push your limits. Chenle's theatrics aren't a threat in speed, but he can throw you off mentally—don't fall for it."

Nari exhaled, letting her shoulders relax slightly. The paddock buzzed around her: media chatter, crew calls, engine heat. But beneath it all, she felt a thrill. This season wasn't just about lap times—it was about reading every competitor, predicting moves, and preparing for the inevitable confrontation with Park Jisung.

He walked through the pit lane, calm and collected. Nari's chest tightened at the sight, a quiet mix of intimidation and determination settling in. She had a target, a rival, and a challenge she couldn't ignore. Winning wouldn't just be about crossing the finish line. It would be about proving herself against him—and she was ready

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