-Grand Prix- Chapter 2
Title: - Grand Prix -
GENRE: DRAMA + ROMANCE + ANGST + SMUT
RATING: PG-13/R
CAST: Jung Yunho, Kim Jaejoong, Kimi Raikkonen, Park Joongjae (Junjin)
AUTHOR: leeyoung_jin
DISCLAIMER: YunJaeKim is mine! *runs*
THEME SONG: TVXQ - Purple Line
RELEASED DATE: 4 August 2010
SUMMARY: A dream is just a dream if we don’t try to achieve them. Jung Yunho is a naïve young man who always wished that he could someday be a Formula 1 driver like Junjin, his favorite driver from Ferrari. Could he be the fastest driver on the earth?
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CHAPTER 2
“OPENING FOR ALL JUNIOR RACERS TO PARTICIPATE IN THE ASIAN JUNIOR RALLY COMPETITION”
Yunho stared blankly at the newspaper he just bought. He always wanted this so badly, seeing this as his one and only opportunity for him to get into the F1. Even his idol, Junjin went through these.
3 days later, he stood anxiously beside a Peugeot 206, all dressed up like a Rally racer. He might sound stupid, when he was on the line for the race audition while he just got his driver’s license a year ago and not to mention, he had never ever race before.
“Just a round wouldn’t hurt, Yunho. Yeah…it all takes just 1 round.” Yunho mumbled to himself before starting to pray.
“ENGINE STARTS…”
“3…”
“2…”
“1…”
BANG!
20 cars advanced at once. The sounds of engine roaring was all Yunho heard. He unconsciously shut his eyes and hit on the pedal. After he felt his car sped up, he slowly opened his eyes. How shocked he was to acknowledge that he’s currently leading the race.
He quickly calmed himself down and started to focus on the track. Taking a glance on his center mirror, he could see a blue car approached closer to his rear bumper.
He stepped on his pedal but the car just trailed behind him, following his every moves.
“Damn…” Yunho cursed. The opponent hit Yunho’s rear bumper, made him almost jolt out of his seat.
Yunho tried to get away from the terror behind him, so he just slowed down a bit letting the blue car passed. All of a sudden, the opponent swerves towards his car. A loud screeching sound of two steels colliding then came a loud crash.
He was disqualified.
Even though he didn’t have injuries, thanks to the safety belt and helmet, he still regretted his decision to let his opponent won. From the other side of the track, the driver of the blue car, mocked him by showing the chequered flag on his hands.
“Aishh…jinja…” Yunho mumbled under his breath.
He auditioned for another 4 openings but he kept failing by making hasty decisions on the track. He thought to himself that maybe he should just give up and continue his father’s Pet Saloon business.
But little did Yunho knew, a pair of eyes had been watching him from a far.
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That evening, the snow started to fall, and the weather is getting colder. But nothing is colder than the atmosphere in Hakkinen’s dining table.
Just some clinging sounds from the bowls and the spoons were heard on the table. Kimi barely touched his meals. He just played with it, scooping and pouring the crimson soup over and over again.
“Kimi dear, eat your soup before it gets cold.” The lady sat across him spoke.
Kimi just shrugged a bit and start eating the Hungarian Goulash bitterly. It’s not like he dislike the soup, but he just can’t afford to like anything from his Hungarian stepmother which his father met on one of the tournament while he was still racing.
Mika had emptied his bowl. He cleared his throat. “So, Kimi. Have you thought about the strategies for your next tournament?” asked Mika, without looking at his son.
“I will discuss it later with my team.” Kimi answered shortly.
Mika frowned. “I was in McLaren. It’ll be the same old strategies since it’s still the same old circuit and the same old team.” The older man argued.
Kimi snorted. He stood up from his seat, wiping his mouth with the sherbet. “Then why bother asking?” The younger man just walked towards the front door and took his coat from the hanger. “I’m going home.”
The front door shuts closed.
Mika sat silently. His wife just let out a pitiful glance towards him and started to clean up the table.
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“Jaejoong-ah!” Yoochun ran towards his best friend and threw an arm on the other’s shoulder. “Holiday is around the corner, got any plans?”
Jaejoong shooked his head. “Nope. You?”
“Well, it’s appa’s first day of working. So, I’m going to Japan this 20th!” Yoochun yelled on Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong hit Yoochun’s arm hard. “Jesus Christ Yoochun! I’m not deaf, but I could be one if you don’t stop yelling in my ears.”
Yoochun rubbed his violated arm and pouts.
“Speaking of Japan, I thought the tournament starts on the 24th?” asked Jaejoong.
“Well, can’t I have a little fun in Tokyo? Grab some shopping and skirtting.” Yoochun laughed.
“Skirtting? What word is that? Please speak human language, Park.”
Yoochun didn’t answer, he just let out his chesire grin.
“Tsk…pervert…”
“So, you’re in, or not?”
“The skirtting or the shopping?”
“Both.”
“Just the shopping will do. Thanks.”
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The snow in Zurich was starting to bore Kimi. Since his mother passed away, his father took him to Swiss. After his debut in the F1 world, he managed to buy himself a cozy cottage in the outskirts of Zurich, far away from his father.
He stayed alone in his huge, modern cottage. He got no relatives besides his father and stepmother. No lovers. No nothing. Just a breathtaking view of the Alpen, which is also uninteresting anymore for him.
He sighed a couple of times, moving around the living room countless of time. Then something caught his attention. He took the envelope on the coffee table and grabs his phone.
“Hallo. Ich benötige ein Flugticket nach Tokyo für den 20 August, bitte.”
*Hello. Yes. I need a ticket to Tokyo for the 20th, please.*
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Yunho was studying for tomorrow’s quiz when the store’s bell chime signaling a customer has come.
“Yunho-yah, could you help me serve the customer first? I'm grooming this poodle and Taepoong can’t stop flirting with it.” Mr. Jung asked his son.
Yunho rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath. “Taepoong…”
He dragged his feet to the store. “Yes?”
“Manners Yunho! Manners!” His father yelled from the pet’s bathroom.
“Welcome. May I help you?”
“It depends what you want to take it as.” The customer said.
The customer took of his sunnies and cap. Yunho’s jaw dropped when he saw his customer.
“J-junjin-ssi?”
Junjin just smiled a bit. His face seemed tired and a couple of almost invincible wrinkles could be seen near his eyes.
“I’ve been watching over you…Jung Yunho…” (LoL, this sounds like Morpheus.)
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A/N: Thank you sooooooo much for the express German language course. Couldn't have done it without you.. hana_cho onnie~ “Hallo. Ich benötige ein Flugticket nach Tokyo für den 20 August, bitte.”
A/N:Sorry if the chapter is
still boring like before. And Yunjae haven’t met again. I was thinking about
letting them meet on the next chapter…but…as evil as I am…*grins..” Let’s just
wait and see. LoL