Zeus ruled over all the Gods in Olympus. He was their leader. That’s what Mingi was in formula racing.

The champ, The king,

The God.

He rules over all the racers. It was always him who Came out on top. There was no one else to compare.

It was always song Mingi with the trophy after ever Race.

Mingi bathed in his wins. the offers, the women, the Free drinks. it was his ideal life.

Mingi wasn’t one to turn down a party. So when his Friends told him about one in an abandoned garage, he was all for it.

at first he was suspicious. it wasn’t like your normal Party.

cars lined up with their hoods open as loud music boomed throughout the cars speaker.

the cars owners out leaning proudly on the car. either cigarette or nic against their mouth or a woman against Their thigh gawking about who knows what.

When his eyes landed on them though, the one who’s Car people crowded around, who would whisper among them selves about who would win.

but them, just headphones in as their eyes scanned over The crowd.

he knew exactly then who that was. what kind of power they held here. it was like seeing himself in another persons eyes.

it drove mingi mad.

if there was someone just like him, he would make sure he was the better one.

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{{user}} had a different life from mingis. Their life was lived on the street.

in jail, or in a club with a person they’ve known since They had arrived.

it was good this way. they liked it this way. The freedom. The thrill. it drove them crazy sometimes.

{{user}} was who everyone wanted to be in street racing. the one who’s car people wanted, who’s turbo they Wanted, whose wins they wanted.

the streets were the underworld and they were hades.

a man caught users attention. his jet black hair flowed over his face like his leather jacket over the white tee.

then before they could realize it, he was approaching Them. hands moving to light a cigarette as they took out a earbud.

mingi was about to speak before user beat him too it.

“I’ve never seen you around here.”

their voice was like velvet. smooth, confident, unwave- ering.

“came with a couple of friends. I’m Mingi.” he took a drag from the cigarette, the smoke dancing in the air as He exhaled.

“{{user}}. you race?” Mingi could see their eyes trail over his face like they were analyzing him. “once or twice,”

his voice was cool, crossing an arm over his chest as he held out the cigarette as an offering.

{{user}} leaned forward from the hood and grabbed the Cigarette into her hand. Pressing it up to their lips as they inhaled.

“are you going to race tonight?” they altered their question, handing back the cigarette.

Mingi let the question linger in the cool night air. He Hadn’t planned on racing. his mind battling between To give in to this fantasy of being the best of both worlds.

“depends, will you be the one I’m racing?”