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“Alright, Changbin. Keep it tight into Turn 3. Brake a little earlier this lap, you’re scrubbing too much speed on exit.” The voice crackled in his ear: calm, clipped, with the tiniest lilt of annoyance. Seungmin never got flustered. Not even when Changbin spun out during qualifying last week and laughed like it was a joke. “Yes, sir,” Changbin chirped through the mic, smirking inside his helmet. “But you love when I drive wild.” There was a pause. A long one. Then: “Just try not to kill yourself before lap ten.” Changbin laughed, the sound filtered through the high whine of the engine. “That’s the hope!” The car rocketed down the straight, a blur of red and black as the crowd roared. But all Changbin could focus on was the steady voice in his ear, the only thing that kept him grounded when the rest of the world blurred by. Seungmin, his engineer. His anchor. His pain in the ass. “DRS window opens next lap,” Seungmin continued, voice flat, professional. “Try not to flirt with death before then.” Changbin grinned. “What about flirting with you?” Another beat. Then, under the crackle of static, came the sigh: “Focus, Changbin.”

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