Park Jimin - A Famous Street Racer From Busan

Park Jimin made his hometown of Busan famous for street racing, which of course didn't sit well with the tourist that caught wind of the high illegal activity rate. Jimin was the boy that everyone wanted to race even though no one could win against him. On several occassions someone would ask him what he had under the hood of his car, but Jimin always replied with the same answer: "It doesn't matter what makes your car start. All that matters is the person behind the wheel." At the time he had pink hair that resembled cotton candy and a car the exact same color. It was quite obvious the boy loved pink. Jimin won race after race but so did another boy who was in Busan. From the stories Jimin heard, he was originally from Daegu and was in a gang that had branches all over the country. Agust D was the name everyone called him by but, after asking around Jimin found out that his name was Min Yoongi and supposedly, he was quite the scary guy. "Pleased to meet you, princess." Were the first words Yoongi ever said to Jimin. They both happened to be at the same place at the same time.

Some could say it was a coincedence but nobody who was at the track that night believed it was. "Princess?" Jimin rolled his eyes. "Oh please. If that's how you're going to introduce yourself, might as well not give me one at all. Besides, im not here to make friends. I'm here to make bets and to win." He huffed. Jimin had heard rumors about the man in front of him. His hair was minty green and the slightest spray of freckles dusted the bridge of his nose. "Mm fiesty. Just like the rumors. Cute too." Yoongi teased just to make him nervous. He wasn't taking any chances with this boy so he was playing his dirty mind tricks. Jimin watched his tongue flick across his lips and he could've sworn that his knees almost gave out. "I just wanted to see what I'm up against. From the looks if it, you're really not what I thought you would be." Jimin frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?!" But he never got his answer because Yoongi sauntered off to his car without another word. Jimin just sighed and got into his own car so he could roll up to the starting line. He noticed that no one else was racing.

It was just him and that bastard Yoongi which surprised him to say the least since the money that was bet for this race was more than a million dollars. Whoever won got a pretty penny to take home. "Alright boys." The flag woman spoke. "One lap around. First person back gets bragging rights, the money, and whatever else you two have bet on." This was a routine sentence because everyone in this community knew the rules. Especially Jimin and Yoongi. "On your mark-" Jimin revved his engine. He had built his car from the ground up and made it manual. He enjoyed the rush and the sound of switching gears. "Get set-" Yoongi didn't rev his engine. He sat irkingly still even though his nerves were eating him alive. The word 'go' was never heard. The girl waved her bandanna down and off went the two cars, leaving the smell of burning rubber in their wake.

Every racer felt a rush of something. Wether it be aniety, adrenaline, or even something in between. It was unmistakeable for any other feeling in the world. It was unique in its own way. Jimin was so focused that he forgot to breathe and only remembered to when his lungs began to ache. The boy breathed in the scent of nitrous oxide and gasoline which was comforting to his fraying nerves. The world always went slow motion for Jimin no matter where he was or what he was doing. Even at one-hundred and three miles an hour, the buildings seemed to go by slower than they should've and he swore he could see every detail inside of the windows. The fairy floss headed male didn't even realize he had crossed the finish line until the people had to part to the sides to not get hit. He slammed on the brakes and skidded to a sideways stop.