Jay was laughing—laughing—with Vinny. His hand rested lightly on Vinny’s shoulder, leaned in to say something only he could hear. Vinny, still panting from the race, grinned like a fool, cheeks flushed, not just from exertion.

It´s been so long since they have truly talked... And now, after it´s all over, they finally shared a word with each other.

Hyuk's stomach twisted.

He ripped off his helmet and ran a hand through his damp hair, watching as Jay kept on talking to Vinny whoßs head is lowered.

Jay didn’t even notice Hyuk standing there.

Not at first.

He walked toward them, trying to keep his pace even, casual—but every step felt like it shook something loose in his chest. Vinny spotted him first and smirked. That only made it worse.

“Good race, Hyuk,” Vinny called. Vinny didn´t win. But he should have.