#𖤐 — TFTABH.

[cvpitvno]

PROLOGUE !

Summary... The rivalry between you and Jeong Yunho had gone back to your karting days. It had boiled over once, and it was sure to boil over again — However, the rivalry between the two of you had evolved into one the world longed to witness. The battle of Mclaren and Red Bull.

Pairing... Jeong Yunho x gn!reader (+ more!)

Chapter Warnings... depictions of minor karting accident, minor swearing

Word Count... 1.4k

No normal person who truly has a grasp for what exactly Formula One entails, would ever agree to willingly get behind the wheel of a F1 car. The speed paired with the dangerous tracks, the G-force, the mental and physical strain the body is put through time and time again through the race weekend as well as during training; Formula One was not for the faint hearted. It was for those who strived to stand on top of the world - to carve their name in history and bring their team glory.

You, however, just wanted to be able to beat Jeong Yunho time and time again.

Satisfaction was something that you had a taste of early on in your career - from winning races back to back every weekend, having your name whispered amongst people looking for the next generation of great and upcoming talent, and of course, always managing to finish ahead of the Jeong boy.

From an early age, the world of Formula was simple - eat or be eaten; prey or be preyed on. And your time with Yunho had taught you that lesson enough. Headstrong, cocky, and a grin that made everyone around him wanna wipe it clean off.

The boy had come from wealth. Mommy and daddy’s money buying him the best of the best karts, flying him out to competitions that the locals deemed ‘too far’ for a child to travel, and being able to attend races on top of his own season. 

It was a dream for many of of the kids that had raced with the boy - far too many of you struggled to balance school, family life, and our desire to race. Yunho, however, seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand; anything he wanted he could have, and he had made it clear he wanted a seat in the big leagues.

So when you had beat Yunho once by a stroke of luck, had the taste of showing Yunho up for once and not the other way around, it was a feeling that had engraved itself into your mind and soul. Once turned to two times, two times to four, and so on and so forth. While others struggled to keep up with the two of you, Yunho and yourself only had eyes on the other.

What started as a flimsy childhood rivalry had blossomed into full blown hatred - post race interviews spent criticising the other for their reckless tactics, rides home spent grumbling about how insufferable the other was, and avoiding each other like the plague at the tracks, sticking to your own separate groups of friends.

Yunho, however, had taken it too far during one of your last races.

Nine years old and dealing with so much already, everyone had expected at least a semi clean race - maybe a few bumps, scratches, or yells thrown at each other over the loud exhaust. Yet no one could have expected something so drastic to happen nearing the final lap.

In the lead only by a margin of a second with Yunho hot on your tail, you had played the defence; matching every move that Yunho had made to make sure he stayed behind you until you crossed the finish line. With your kart's wheels locking up for a fraction of a second, it had cost you that minor gap, leaving Yunho’s kart nearly pressed right against the side of your own.

 Neck and neck, wheel to wheel, and the sight of victory down the last straight, you had pushed your all onto the gas pedal.

Yet when you swear you had your sights locked onto that chequered flag - the flag that was rightfully yours - Yunho had stripped that away within a blink of an eye.

His kart smashed into the right side of your kart, sending your front end spinning out and heading quickly towards the gravel that surrounded the track. In your struggle to keep your kart from being damaged (you wouldn't hear the end of it from your parents had you even scratched the paint in the slightest) you had seen Yunho push ahead without even looking back, heading straight for the finish line.

The rest of the karts passed by as the organisers told you to cut the power to your kart, stating that your race was done - streaks of the cars of friends and accomplices passed by, making sure to avoid the side of the track your kart had ended up on.

Time moved slowly as everyone clambered out of their karts, looking to their parents to try and find any semblance of pride on their features, yet your eyes locked on Yunho’s form. Eyes showing just how wide his grin was as he looked to his parents, holding a single finger up to them.

He was flaunting that he had come first.

With quick feet and determination in your stride, you ignored the questions of your wellbeing from friends and parents of the other kids, beelining straight to the celebrating boy.

“Jeong Yunho, you pushed me off the track!” you pushed a finger into his chest, the slightly taller boy slightly swaying from the force of your single finger. “I would have won fair and square, you- you cheater!”

Yunho looked at you with confusion, “I didn’t purposely push you off the track, my kart caught a groove-”

You huffed, “save it Yunho, you’ve always had it out for me ever since I started winning more than you.” Locking eyes with the boy, you chose to ignore the slight hurt hidden within the deep brown of his eyes. “One day, I’m gonna show you and everybody else in the world that I’m the better racer!” You stepped up to be almost chest to chest with him. 

“I’ll be world champion someday and you’ll be left watching from the second place podium.”

The boy stood silently for a moment before raising his chin to you, making the height difference - even though slight at that age - more prominent.

“I’ll see you in the battle for world champion.”

“-Welcome to the Mclaren family y/n,” the Principle of the infamous papaya team spoke, hand grasping yours tightly. With the fresh ink from the pen used to sign your entry contract into the world of Formula One staining your fingertips, you had never felt more happy.

Years of dedication, blood, sweat, and tears… everything had finally paid off. 

“We look forward to what you’ll bring to the team.”

As the new driver for the Mclaren Formula One racing team, everything had seemed to fall into place - your life goal had finally been achieved, and you had high expectations placed on your head; all thanks to your phenomenal seasons in F3 and F2.

Just before becoming second-time champion back to back in F2, you had gotten the call-up to fill in for one of the Mclaren drivers during their Abu Dhabi race weekend. With the experience of a lifetime, you had gotten your foot in the door, and when one of a few drivers had announced retirement as well as seats being lost within teams, it had given you the chance to finally fully step into the light.

However, it also meant that others had been able to take that step alongside you as well.

“I wanna show you what the projected driver line-up looks like for this season based on some info we’ve received from trusted sources, just so you know what you’re going up against before the rest of the world does: Yu Karina and you for Mclaren, Choi Jongho and Kim Winter for Ferrari, Kim Hongjoong and Song Mingi for Mercedes-” you had tuned most of the list out up until the last few names had been read out. “And Park Seonghwa for Aston Martin, and finally Choi San and Jeong Yunho for Red Bull, quite a few names I think you’d recognize from your karting days, no?”

You stared in shock at the man sitting before you, a grin on his face as if he hadn’t just dropped the equivalent of a ten story building on top of your head.

“... Ah, yes I remember a few of those names.”

The Principle gave you a soft smile before standing and rounding the pristine desk you had just signed the next few years of your life away on. With a solid pat on the shoulder, he moved to exit his office.

“I look forward to you bringing home the championship one day y/n.”

“I’ll be world champion someday and you’ll be left watching from the second place podium.”

The boy stood silently for a moment before raising his chin to you, making the height difference - even though slight at that age - more prominent.

“I’ll see you in the battle for world champion.”

Fuck Jeong Yunho.

A/N — Welcome to the start of a series of mine I've been dreaming up for a while now! As a Formula One lover (and Mclaren if you can't tell) and an Ateez fan, I just had to combine the two!

Thanks for reading :)

[cvpitvno]

THE FORMULA TO A BROKEN HEART…

Summary... The rivalry between you and Jeong Yunho had gone back to your karting days. It had boiled over once, and it was sure to boil over again — However, the rivalry between the two of you had evolved into one the world longed to witness. The battle of Mclaren and Red Bull.

pairing… Jeong Yunho x gn!reader (+more!)

Series Warnings... eventual smut (MDNI), swearing, descriptions of violence and crashes, injuries, angst

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