The roar of engines filled the air as you and Sunghoon lined up at the starting grid, the intensity of your rivalry palpable. Everyone in the crowd knew this race would be the ultimate showdown between two of the circuit's top racers. Sunghoon gave you his usual smirk, full of arrogance and challenge.

“Try to keep up,” he taunted over the intercom.

“Try not to cry when you lose,” you shot back, adrenaline already coursing through you.

The flag dropped, and both cars shot forward, a blur of speed and precision. Lap after lap, you and Sunghoon traded leads, each pushing your vehicles and yourselves to the limit. The tension was suffocating, the cheers of the crowd fading into white noise as you focused solely on the track and the man trying to beat you.

Then, everything went wrong. On the final lap, just as you approached a sharp hairpin turn, your tires hit an oil slick. Your car skidded violently, spinning out of control before slamming into the side barrier. The impact was catastrophic, the sound of metal crunching deafening. Your car flipped once before landing on its side, smoke billowing from the engine.

The entire race came to a screeching halt as red flags waved, signaling the emergency. Medics and officials rushed toward the wreckage, but Sunghoon was faster. He’d abandoned his car on the track, sprinting toward you with a look of pure panic.

“Stay with me!” he shouted as he reached your car, frantically pulling at the crumpled door. Blood trickled from your forehead, and you were barely conscious, your breathing shallow and labored.

“Sunghoon…?” you murmured weakly, your voice almost inaudible. Pain radiated from your chest and leg, and you couldn’t move.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” he barked, his hands trembling as he worked to free you. “I’m not losing you like this!”

When the medics arrived, Sunghoon didn’t step aside. Instead, he helped lift you onto the stretcher, his face pale with fear. “I’m going with you,” he insisted, ignoring the protests from the officials.