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chapter four

the pit lane conversation

Nari leaned against her car, arms crossed, scanning the area with a calm, precise awareness. Her muscles still buzzed from the first laps, but her mind was clear. Today had been a test, and she had passed—not flawlessly, but with competence that earned her respect.

Her female support team was busy nearby: Yujin double-checked her car, Minseo reviewed telemetry and adjusted a few settings, Haein silently analyzed the data, and Sooyeon kept an eye out for lingering media. Nari appreciated their efficiency—it gave her the space to focus.

Then she saw him approaching... Park Jisung.

He moved through the paddock with the same effortless confidence she had noticed on the track, helmet tucked under one arm, gaze scanning the area. His presence drew attention, but Nari didn't flinch. Instead, she squared her shoulders and let her eyes meet his directly. There was recognition in her gaze, curiosity and measured confidence, not fear.

"Seo Nari," he said, voice steady, neutral, yet carrying weight.

"Park Jisung," she replied, voice even, calm, matching his tone. She didn't look away. "You're early from the debrief?"

He smirked faintly. "Observation never stops. You handled the track well this morning."

She inclined her head, acknowledging it. "I did what needed to be done. And you?"

He glanced briefly toward the track. "I did what I always do." A quiet, almost teasing confidence, but Nari remained unshaken.

He studied her, eyes sharp but not critical. "Most rookies either panic or overcompensate," he said. "You... adapt. Anticipate. You're deliberate."

"I've never been one for panic," Nari replied smoothly. "And overcompensating wastes energy. Observation and calculation go further than reaction."

His smirk grew slightly, almost approving. "Impressive," he said. "Not many would answer that without hesitation."

She crossed her arms casually, tilting her head. "I'm not here to impress. I'm here to race."

"Good answer," he said, nodding. He studied her for a moment longer, then shifted his gaze toward the others in the pit. "Haechan didn't slow you down too much?"

Nari's lips quirked into a small, controlled smile. "I've seen worse. And I've seen better. He's loud, yes, but predictable if you watch closely."

He glanced at her, eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing her words. "And Chenle?"

Her tone was steady, almost amused. "Flattery and distraction won't get him far."

A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "I like that you don't let them bother you."

"I don't let anyone waste my time," she said, voice calm, confident. "On or off the track."

There was a brief silence, comfortable yet charged with subtle tension. Nari didn't need to fidget or smile nervously; she stood her ground, composed and deliberate. She could feel the weight of his attention without being intimidated.

"I'll be watching you," Jisung said finally, voice even but carrying the unspoken challenge. "Not to mock, not to test—just... to see if you're as precise as you claim."

Nari tilted her head slightly, meeting him evenly. "Good. I'll be watching you too. Everyone has weaknesses—even you." Her words were calm, confident, not confrontational but quietly daring.

He gave her a measured look, then, without another word, turned and walked away. His presence lingered, but Nari didn't falter. She allowed herself a subtle exhale, muscles releasing tension, a small, knowing smile forming. She had held her ground. She had matched him in composure. And, secretly, she had enjoyed it.

Yujin approached, raising an eyebrow. "Everything alright?"

"Yes," Nari said, straightening. "He's... straightforward. No games necessary."

Yujin smirked. "Keep it that way. Observation is good, but don't let it distract you from your goals. You've got laps to improve."

Nari nodded, her mind already shifting back to the track, the team, and her next session. The encounter had been brief, but impactful—not because it made her nervous, but because it had revealed the subtle dynamic between her and Jisung. A quiet rivalry had begun, one measured in respect and challenge rather than intimidation.

She glanced at the cooling cars and her team busy at work. Haechan laughed loudly, gesturing wildly at something Renjun had said, and Jaemin winked from across the pit. Even Chenle's exaggerated gestures toward Jisung were entertaining, but Nari ignored them, focused on what mattered: preparation, precision, control.

And the one racer who mattered most.

She allowed herself a small, private thought—a spark of intrigue she carefully kept in check. Jisung was more than a benchmark; he was a challenge she wanted to rise to, and she would do it on her terms. Calm. Controlled. Confident.

No nerves. No weakness. Only focus, observation, and a quiet thrill of the rivalry forming between them.

Nari turned back to her car, ready to tackle the afternoon session. The encounter had confirmed something she already knew: she was capable. She belonged here. And she would meet Jisung, and anyone else, as an equal.

The paddock hummed around her, but she walked through it with purpose. Her chest was steady, her gaze sharp, her mind clear. She had met him, and she had not faltered.

And that realization—quiet, confident, and unstoppable—was exhilarating.

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a very cheeky first interaction must i say