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chapter three

the golden age

The engines roared to life, vibrating through Seo Nari's chest as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. The pit lane stretched ahead, lined with gleaming cars, each one a promise of speed, precision, and challenge. Her heart raced in tandem with the engines, adrenaline tightening every muscle. Today was no longer practice—it was her first official lap alongside the top-tier racers, including Park Jisung.

The lights above the starting grid flickered down. Nari exhaled slowly, letting focus replace nerves. She adjusted her mirrors, scanned the cars beside her, and mentally cataloged the line she would take. Her strategy was simple: stay composed, read the track, anticipate the others—and observe Jisung, the driver whose presence she couldn't escape.

The race started, and the world became a blur of motion. Tires screeched and engines growled as the competitors accelerated. Haechan's car darted ahead in a playful but aggressive burst, forcing her to brake slightly earlier than planned. She shook her head, suppressing a grin. The energy he brought to the track was almost distracting—but it also pushed her to react faster.

Nari leaned into the first corner, recalling every lesson Yujin had drilled into her. Braking smoothly, she followed her line, feeling the car respond perfectly. Jeno shot past on the inside, quiet and precise, his intensity tangible even from her peripheral vision. She adjusted, respecting his space while maintaining her own pace.

The straightaway opened before her, and Jaemin's grin appeared briefly in her mirrors. He flicked a hand toward her, teasing, and she bit back a laugh, forcing her focus back to the track. Even flirty distractions had to be accounted for—this was her first real test, after all.

Chenle streaked past, exaggeratedly leaning toward Jisung as if fawning over him, a playful smirk on his face. Nari noticed the subtle way Jisung rolled his eyes but didn't lose a fraction of his speed. She caught herself smiling—Chenle's antics were clever, a mental game disguised as humor.

Mark moved like a shadow, quiet and deliberate, gradually overtaking a cluster of cars with smooth, calculated precision. Nari made a mental note to watch him more closely; he didn't need theatrics to dominate, and she didn't want to underestimate that kind of skill.

Renjun's car glided past her on the outside of a curve, his precision almost surgical. She studied his adjustments to the corners, noting how every micro-movement seemed calculated for maximum efficiency. Even amid chaos, he maintained clarity—something Nari wanted to emulate.

And Jisung. He appeared ahead, perfectly balanced, taking corners like he had memorized every millimeter. Nari's pulse quickened—not in panic, but in exhilaration. This was the apex she had chased in simulations and practiced tirelessly for: a competitor who would test every instinct she had.

By the third lap, Nari found her rhythm. The car was an extension of her, tires gripping, engine humming, hands and mind synced. She began to anticipate the other racers not as obstacles, but as data. All their behaviours became variables in her calculations. And in the midst of it all, Jisung's flawless flow was the benchmark.

Coming into the hairpin, Haechan overshot slightly, laughing at his own daring maneuver. Nari tightened her grip and adjusted her trajectory, letting her instincts guide her. She slipped inside Jeno, careful to maintain her line without forcing contact. Jaemin zipped past on the straight, smirking as he flirted with the limit of his lane.

Mark and Renjun maintained their pace ahead, quiet and smooth, almost untouchable. Nari focused on her own car, letting their presence guide her decisions, not pressure her. Each lap sharpened her awareness: the braking points, the apex angles, the subtle tendencies of each rival.

By the fifth lap, Nari was immersed in the rhythm of the track, every move deliberate and precise. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, not chaotic now, but controlled, like the pulse of a racing engine itself. She found herself closing the distance on a cluster of racers, timing her overtakes with care, always aware of Jisung ahead.

At the final turn, the straightaway opened, and Nari pressed her foot to the floor. The engine roared, tires gripping, as she surged forward. Haechan made a daring inside move, nearly clipping her wheel.

And then, Jisung's car appeared directly ahead. Calm, balanced, untouchable. Nari's breath caught—but she didn't falter. She focused on the timing, the line, the perfect moment to accelerate through the apex. She leaned into the curve, tires squealing just slightly, and felt a surge of triumph: she had held her pace, she had maintained control, and she had closed a fraction of the gap to him.

As the lap ended and she rolled into the pit lane, the adrenaline slowly ebbed, replaced by exhilaration and a hint of pride. Yujin met her immediately, giving a firm, approving nod.

"Good first official lap," she said, voice steady. "You held your line and your focus, even with all the chaos. But remember, every one of them has their own tricks. Study, anticipate, and keep your instincts sharp."

Minseo leaned over the telemetry. "Your corners were cleaner than I expected. Haechan and Jaemin will keep testing you, Chenle will keep trying to distract you with theatrics, and Jeno... he won't make it obvious, but he's fierce. And Jisung—he's still the apex."

Nari exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She had learned more about herself and her competitors in a single lap than she expected. Each racer, with their quirks, strategies, and unpredictable energy, had left an impression. And Jisung, calm and untouchable, had set a bar she both feared and longed to reach.

As she adjusted her helmet for the next session, a thrill surged through her. This was only the beginning. The races ahead would test her skill, instincts, and composure. And she knew, with a quiet certainty, that closing the gap on Jisung would demand everything she had—and more.

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