Huge tracks, countless people cheering with energy from the spectator points, dozens of cars whooshing by the corners and intersections, some guy speaking non stop in speakers and big screens. This is how you were spending this weekend due to the immense luck your friend had during a random giveaway: two VIP tickets to a rally race. The big shots were here — or so that's what you believed, I mean who knows these guys?

"Ah that is Kalle Rovanperä's car!!" Your friend excitedly jumped in place and pointed at the said car that passed by in a flash, leaving a wind current strong enough to push someone.

Yeah... you seen nothing. Maybe a car spoiler. Or a quarter of it.

And so you two watched and watched and watched until the race was over. People were rushing to the parc expose to get photos, autographs and see the cars up close and obviously your friend wanted there just to use the privilege of having tickets to the max. Maybe you'll finally see that Kalle guy's car at last.

On the way there, you passed by some backstage areas where teams spoke up with other team members or service workers, yadda yadda yadda, you didn't know the details but by the looks of one of those guys with a black helmet in their gloved hand and the obvious advertising and "ORACLE" written on his leather race suit arguing with the staff there like the angriest person alive, someone must've not liked the lose.

"Hey who is that dude? Seems insufferable." You asked your friend who knew more about stuff 'round here.

But that didn't go well when she looked over at the dude that now had a deep frown and looked over as if he wished death on everyone.

"Just walk, walk." Your friend ushered you to keep walking, looking away immediately. "That's Min Yoongi. Trust me, you don't wanna know about him. But how about someone else?" Your friend smiled, trying to change the subject. Ooookay, that was a little weird.