- Grand Prix - PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
“Appa! Umma! Quick!” the little boy shouted.
“Becareful, dear!”
Just as the lady warns her son, a sport car, coming from the other side of the road hits its brake. Sound of the
screeching tyre could be heard along the streets.
“YUNHO!!!!” the father sprint towards his son.
The boy who stood in the middle of the road, witness the car twist like in the movies he watched.
“whoah…cool….” was the only thing the boy spoke after the accident.
His parents approached him and hugged him tightly, while muttering their concerns.
A young man stepped out of his sport car and sprint towards the boy. He squatted down till he reached the eye-level of the boy, panting.
“You, okay boy?”
The boy nodded and just stare at the stranger, full of admiration.
“A..aren’t you…the one and only..F1 race from Korea?” The boy’s father stuttered.
“Yes, I am…My name’s Park Joongjae.”
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“Appa…are you going out again? To the scary lane?” a little boy whined on his father’s lap.
“Yes, my Joongie. But it’s not a scary lane. It’s called a circuit. That is where all the famous drivers race for pride and trophy.”
“But appa…I’m still scared…it’s so huge and all the ahjussi there seems to be in a hurry. Appa don’t go, please?”
“There. There my Joongie. You’re a boy, which later will become a man. You can’t be scared of those things. You would eventually love cars when you grow up. It’s called a man’s nature. Besides…you’re what…12 this year?”
In the end, the kid let go of his father and locked himself up in the room for the whole day.
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Thud.
“…”
The young man just flinched in pain. His body was full of bruises, but he managed to stand up before his father.
“….”
Slash.
His father whipped the belt to the 19 year old teenager. “YOU ARE NOT MY SON! YOU ARE NOT MY BLOOD! I’M A
RACER! AND YOU’RE A LOSER JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!”
“DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT MOM LIKE YOU KNOW HER!”
He was about to punch down his own son when the door opened. “Oh my…Mika…please stop…stop hurting him…” The middle-aged lady approaches the scene and hugged her stepson. “Are you alright, Kimi?”
Kimi snorted. He stood up and shoves away his stepmother. Walking limply back to his room. His father’s curses trailed off as he slams his door shut.
He cried all day, holding on his mother’s portrait.
---------------TBC--------------
A/N: Sorry if the prologue is boring. But I haven’t got accustomed to writing English fic. So..yeah.
A/N: Also if you guys are quite confuse about the age. YunJae was 12 in the Prologue, while Kimi was 19. Such a huge age gap I know, but Kimi still looks gorgeous in his 30s. LoL
A/N: And I didn’t mention what kind of race has Kimi lost, it’s still a European Rally. So, he’s not in
Formula 1 yet.
“Appa! Umma! Quick!” the little boy shouted.
“Becareful, dear!”
Just as the lady warns her son, a sport car, coming from the other side of the road hits its brake. Sound of the
screeching tyre could be heard along the streets.
“YUNHO!!!!” the father sprint towards his son.
The boy who stood in the middle of the road, witness the car twist like in the movies he watched.
“whoah…cool….” was the only thing the boy spoke after the accident.
His parents approached him and hugged him tightly, while muttering their concerns.
A young man stepped out of his sport car and sprint towards the boy. He squatted down till he reached the eye-level of the boy, panting.
“You, okay boy?”
The boy nodded and just stare at the stranger, full of admiration.
“A..aren’t you…the one and only..F1 race from Korea?” The boy’s father stuttered.
“Yes, I am…My name’s Park Joongjae.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Appa…are you going out again? To the scary lane?” a little boy whined on his father’s lap.
“Yes, my Joongie. But it’s not a scary lane. It’s called a circuit. That is where all the famous drivers race for pride and trophy.”
“But appa…I’m still scared…it’s so huge and all the ahjussi there seems to be in a hurry. Appa don’t go, please?”
“There. There my Joongie. You’re a boy, which later will become a man. You can’t be scared of those things. You would eventually love cars when you grow up. It’s called a man’s nature. Besides…you’re what…12 this year?”
In the end, the kid let go of his father and locked himself up in the room for the whole day.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thud.
“…”
The young man just flinched in pain. His body was full of bruises, but he managed to stand up before his father.
“….”
Slash.
His father whipped the belt to the 19 year old teenager. “YOU ARE NOT MY SON! YOU ARE NOT MY BLOOD! I’M A
RACER! AND YOU’RE A LOSER JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!”
“DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT MOM LIKE YOU KNOW HER!”
He was about to punch down his own son when the door opened. “Oh my…Mika…please stop…stop hurting him…” The middle-aged lady approaches the scene and hugged her stepson. “Are you alright, Kimi?”
Kimi snorted. He stood up and shoves away his stepmother. Walking limply back to his room. His father’s curses trailed off as he slams his door shut.
He cried all day, holding on his mother’s portrait.
---------------TBC--------------
A/N: Sorry if the prologue is boring. But I haven’t got accustomed to writing English fic. So..yeah.
A/N: Also if you guys are quite confuse about the age. YunJae was 12 in the Prologue, while Kimi was 19. Such a huge age gap I know, but Kimi still looks gorgeous in his 30s. LoL
A/N: And I didn’t mention what kind of race has Kimi lost, it’s still a European Rally. So, he’s not in
Formula 1 yet.