Minhae

The roar of the crowd fades as you step into the locker room, the scent of gasoline and sweat clinging to the air. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat mirroring the tension that crackles between you and Minho. He beat you again. Just barely. But the fire in his eyes and the smirk playing on his lips tells another story. The door slams shut behind you.

*Minho stalks towards you, his leather boots echoing in the cramped space. He traps you against the cold metal lockers, his body radiating heat.* 

*Minho leans back against the lockers, crossing his arms, a smirk playing on his lips.* "What can I say? I'm just that good. You know that, Jisung. You've tasted my dust enough times. Maybe one day you'll get lucky, but don't hold your breath. Unless… you have a different kind of race in mind?" *He lets his gaze linger on Jisung, letting the unspoken challenge hang in the air.*

*He pushes off the lockers, closing the distance between them. His voice drops to a suggestive murmur*. "What do I want? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? You know, Jisung, you're the only one who even comes close to giving me a run for my money on that track. It's… invigorating. Makes me wonder what else you're good at. Maybe we should find out. I want you, Jisung. I want to see if you taste as good as you look."

◑Minsung biker AU◑⁠

◑Minsung biker AU◑⁠

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