Yo, Do Kyungsoo! Where the are you?”

“Just wait a little, ok? Gotta polish up my new ride.”

“Don’t keep me waiting any longer!”

Byun Baekhyun scoffed as he hung up and slipped the sleek, black iPhone into the back pockets of his skinny jeans. This was just another day in the life of twelve, rich and bored heirs. They didn’t ask for much. All they wanted was a wide road that curled up a soaring mountain and cars.

Lots and lots of cars.

Just then, a pearly white Porsche Cayman R pulled up next to Baekhyun’s red and black Ford Mustang Boss 302 Laguna Seca. The owner of the vehicle, Park Chanyeol, stuck out his long, lanky legs and got out, almost hitting his head against the roof of the car in the process.

“I wasn’t too late, right? I almost got a speeding ticket trying to get here. Where’s Kyungsoo? I want--”

“Calm your man , would you?” Baekhyun snapped, frowning at the taller boy.

“Sorry.”

“Glad to see you here, Chanyeol!”

Baekhyun and Chanyeol turned their heads towards the direction of the voice. An angelic faced Chinese boy with honey blond hair, named Lu Han, was sitting on the bright red hood of his Ferrari 458 Italia. Parked next to him was his best friend (known as “Lulu’s Lover Boy” by the others), Oh Sehun, who was casually polishing his dark gray and red Porsche 911 GT3 RS with his signature stoned expression.

A loud honk startled the four boys as five more luxurious sports cars pulled in. Zhang Yi Xing, a forgetful, but extremely gossipy Chinese boy, hopped out of his black and white Audi R8 GT. Followed by the King Troll, Kim Jongdae and baby faced Kim Minseok and their white Chevrolet Corvette Z07 and red Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG, respectively.

“Awesome! Almost all of us are here!” Chanyeol shouted excitedly.

Not long after, two other cars drove in. One was a fiery red Lotus Evora S that blasted loud, slightly obnoxious rap music, while the other was a slick and cool black Lexus LFA. The owner of the Lotus was none other than Wu Fan (he insists to be called by his slightly douchey English name “Kris”, but everybody else refuses to do so) and his perfect hair and designer shades. The Lexus owner, on the other hand, was the “mysterious” and “menacing” Huang Zi Tao: Wushu master and a great lover of pandas.

“You weren’t going to start this race without me, right?” Wu Fan smirked as he literally cat walked over to the group of heirs.

“Nooo. Of course not. Can’t start any race without emperor face, am I right?” Baekhyun retorted, grinning at the older man.

Wu Fan rolled his eyes before sauntering back to his car.

“Kris isn’t in his best mood today...” Zi Tao commented quietly.

Zi Tao, despite his tough looks, looked up to Wu Fan like he was a god. It’s quite endearing, really. The others often compared him to a loyal puppy. Out of the blue, a red-orange BMW 1-Series M came speeding in, almost colliding with Wu Fan’s Lotus.

“Holy , Joonmyun! Watch where you’re going!”

“I’m sorry! I thought I was late, so...”

Kim Joonmyun didn’t look like the type to race. In fact, he was the most hesitant about racing in the first place. All it took was some pleading and a little bribing (Joonmyun’s true passion was in stock markets and Baekhyun happened to be a pro in that forte, but that’s a different story), and he was sold. Now, he was rather addicted and he made sure to attend every racing event that the heirs held.

“Where is Do Kyungsoo?!” Baekhyun shouted.

Just then, the loud, beautiful sound of an engine echoed in the distance. The ten boys couldn’t help but look towards the source of the sound, deeply hypnotized by its powerful, yet smooth melody.

“Damn. Those sounds are y.” Chanyeol breathed.

Up the path came a shiny, black Nissan GT-R. It was like an angel of metal and gears that descended out of the sky, singing a song that vaguely resembled a new engine. Once the car had stopped, the boys surrounded the convertible, staring at it in awe. Chanyeol immediately threw himself, 185 cm and all, onto the hood of the car.

“Oh my god. When did you get this car? I’ve always wanted to get this car. Oh my god.”

Chanyeol was practically foaming at his mouth. The owner of the racing machine, Do Kyungsoo, stepped out. His raven black hair was perfectly styled and a smirk donned his seemingly innocent face.

“Chanyeol, get off of my car. I invested a lot in this gem.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not worthy.”

Chanyeol got off of it, but refused to break eye contact, as if he had just found the love of his life. Kyungsoo smiled at all of his friends and placed his hands on his hips.

“It’s a great day to race, isn’t it? Sun is out and shining. So, shall we start?”

“There’s one more person missing.” Baekhyun hissed.

The eleven heirs didn’t need to utter a single name to know who was absent. Kim Jongin: unpredictable and a great lover of cars. He won every single race that was hosted. It was a title that the other boys envied.

“You know what? him. Let’s just start.” Sehun looked just as pissed as Baekhyun, but maybe that was just his neutral face.

“Fine. Maybe this time, we’ll have a new winner.” Baekhyun spun around on his heels and walked (strutted) over to his car.

Once they had all got in, they placed on headsets; they liked to keep in touch while racing. Kyungsoo strapped on his seatbelt and gripped his steering wheel tightly.

‘Alright, Kyungsoo. Time to win this thing.’

“Everybody ready?” Joonmyun’s voice sounded throughout each headset.

Their racetrack was indeed a difficult one. It stretched for a mile and had many sharp curves and slightly bumpy roads. It was perhaps one of the more difficult tracks that the twelve racers had been on.

“3.”

They all hold their breaths in anticipation.

“2.”

Kyungsoo’s foot was pressed on the brake pedal. A bead of sweat trailed down his face and he bit his lower lip.

“1.”

He begins to slowly release it.

“Go!”

In a flash, the eleven cars go speeding up the mountain path, constantly over-taking each other and sometimes, almost ramming into each other. They might take everything else as a joke, but racing?

It’s serious business.

“Let’s see how fast that Nissan can take you, Kyungsoo.” Baekhyun hissed into the mic.

His words were like poison to Kyungsoo’s ears, but it was poison that would never affect him.

“Don’t get too cocky. My GT-R has 530 hp. There may be a 86 hp difference between yours and mines, but skills matter too.”

Baekhyun glowered at his reply. In a desperate attempt to catch up with Kyungsoo, he grits his teeth and slams on the gas pedal. He speeds up, but unfortunately, his Mustang was a little too close to another car at that time. Baekhyun accidentally scrapes a layer of paint straight off of Chanyeol’s Cayman.

“What the , man?! I thought we were friends!”

“There are no such things as friends in racing, Chanyeol!”

A lovers’ quarrel commences.

Meanwhile, the first major turn approaches. Kyungsoo knew that this was the perfect time to show off his signature talent...

Drifting.

Kyungsoo’s hand reaches for the clutch and quickly pulls it down to second gear. The sports car’s rpm increases by the second. Once it had reached the perfect amount, Kyungsoo let’s go of the clutch, causing the rear wheels and the back of the car to spin out of control. He performs a perfect drift around the corner and gains back control on the steering wheel. Slamming on the gas pedal, he accelerates ahead of the rest of the group.

“Show-off.” Baekhyun mutters under his breath.

“He’s definitely the drifter of our group. Don’t deny it.” Jongdae laughed, a teasing tone evident in his voice.

“I want to cry. That was ing amazing!” Chanyeol hollered.

Just then, a low, raspy growl temporarily caught them off guard. The only one who dared to speak up was Sehun,

“Um...Was that...?”

Then came a loud sound of a foot practically ramming on a gas pedal. The Ferrari accelerated and was a close second after the GT-R.

“Lu Han. That scary bastard.” Minseok commented.

Lu Han was the craziest racer out of all of them. His thirst to win was the greatest, and he was also the one who had the most speeding tickets (never ride in a car when Lu Han is having road rage; the others learned their lesson the hard way).

“I won’t blame him. He does own a Ferrari, and it would be a damn shame if he lost to a Nissan, of all cars.” Yi Xing replied.

Adrenaline coursed through Kyungsoo’s veins. He loved the feeling of racing. His back was practically glued to his seat and the sounds of his roaring engine, although disturbing to others, was music to him.

“ing ! Why is my Lotus so ing slow today?!”

Everybody couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of Wu Fan complaining. He was, unfortunately, in last place. If he didn’t pick up speed, an impressive amount of damage will go hurling towards his ego.

“This is unusual. Jongin still hasn’t joined us today...” Joonmyun spoke up.

“Who cares? It’s almost the end of the race anyway!” Chanyeol said.

Towards the end point, there were repeated turns. Kyungsoo, being in the lead, performed multiple drifts, and the rest followed after him. A big grin formed on his face as he continued to speed on confidently.

“Do Kyungsoo! I will win this!” Lu Han declared.

Kyungsoo took a glance at his side mirrors. He could see the red Ferrari close by his tail and a very, very pissed off Lulu. Kyungsoo could almost see how white Lu Han’s knuckles look as he gripped onto his leather steering wheel.

“Not when I’m here, you won’t.” Kyungsoo replied.

In the far distance, his eyes landed on the black and white checkered flag, lazily taped onto a bright orange traffic cone (courtesy of Chanyeol). It was the victory flag.

It was time for Do Kyungsoo to win.

“Guys, be careful! I see another car approaching--eh--speeding towards us!” Joonmyun warned.

“What car?” Baekhyun asked.

“Uh...” Joonmyun peered closely at his rearview mirror, “It’s a...”

A silver Bugatti Veyron. It was the fastest sports car ever to be made. At 1,001 hp and 1,250 lb-ft of torque, it made the GT-R look like a beaten up Toyota Camry in comparison.

‘Who the hell would own a Bugatti?’ Kyungsoo wondered with a frown.

He watched as the others moved aside. For once, Kyungsoo wasn’t going to oblige. He had to win, even if it meant going up against a sports car beast.

“What the hell are you doing, Kyungsoo?!” Joonmyun shouted.

“Obviously granting his own death wish.” Sehun replied.

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and continues. Clutch, second gear. Instead of drifting, he increases his rpm in order to stay neck to neck with the Bugatti, which, in a matter of seconds had caught on to him.

“Nice seeing you all.” A deep voice drawled into his headset.

Kyungsoo could recognize that voice from anywhere. In fact, all of them could.

“Kim Jongin.” They said in unison.

“Kai is the name, and you will soon be kissing my Bugatti’s expensive .”

Jongin speeded ahead and passed the checkered flag in a matter of seconds. Kyungsoo came in second, and Lu Han was in a solid third place. The twelve heirs all came to a slow and smooth stop.

“Time to announce the winners and what not."

Joonmyun cleared his throat.

“Jongin in first, Kyungsoo in second, Lu Han in third, Yi Xing in fourth, Minseok in fifth, Zi Tao in sixth, Jongdae in seventh, Sehun in eighth, Baekhyun in--”

“Are you ing serious?!”

“Ninth. Chanyeol in tenth, I’m in eleventh, and our big fat loser is Wu Fan.”

“ you all.” Wu Fan grumbled.

Jongin and Kyungsoo were the first to get out of their cars before the others followed after them. Kyungsoo’s pale face turned as red as a tomato. Jongin, being his egotistical self, had the usual smug expression on his face.

“God dammit, Jongin! I could’ve won if you didn’t suddenly in!” Kyungsoo glared at him.

“Oh well. Maybe next time.” Jongin shrugged.

“Excuse me.” Wu Fan began.

Eleven heads turned to face him.

“That’s my line.”

Goofy grins formed on their faces before they all burst out into laughter.