"Okasan!!" Sound of Sora's voice echoed throughout the house.
"I'm in the studio." Keiko replied weird with Sora’s frantic behavior late in the evening.
"All my shirts are gone.. Ahjumma can't find it either.." Sora entered her mom's studio while catching up her breadth. Running from her room in the antics to her mom's painting studio at the basement of their three floored bungalow makes her short for breadth.
Keiko smiled. "I've donated it away.."
"Okasannnn!!" Sora widened her eyes.
Keiko put her paint brush and move nearer to Sora. "Do you have to yell Missy?" She softly hits Sora's head. She wanted to train her to become graceful, not this noisy.
"I want my shirts back.." Sora pouts.
"I have bought all kind of blouses and dresses for you.. Why are you still looking for your shirt?"
"It’s Saturday night mom.." she said it in English.
"So, you're going out again?" Keiko squints her eyes looking at Sora.
"What is it tonight? Clubbing? Or is it the race night?" Shin-Ill and Keiko has agreed to give Sora her freedom on Saturday night. The night where she would be meeting up with friends and enjoy her life as teenagers.
"Race night.." She bit her lips. Sora knew Keiko has always been worried for her to join those activities during weekend. Though she had agreed with it, but she never fails to remind how dangerous for Sora to be involved with it.
"Otosan already said okay.." Sora came nearer to her mother. Trying to get her approval now after all the fuss about her shirts.
Keiko sighed. "Always with your Otosan's approval.. He spoiled you for too much.." Keiko picks up her paint brush and focus on her painting again.
"Okasan please..." Holding Keiko's arms.
"On one condition.." Keiko sigh.
Sora attentively looked at her mom.
"From now on, you will never dress up like a boy again.. and you'll join my activity from time to time."
"Okasan..."
"That's my condition. I am giving you the freedom to pursue your interest in martial arts and cars. Can't you at least fulfill my little request?"
Keiko has been wanting to dress her daughter up with dresses, jewelries, and beautiful clothes. Just like any other woman would do to their daughter. She caresses Sora's long hair. "I want to show the world my daughter's beauty too.."
"Arasso.. I'll do that.." Sora surrenders.
Keiko smiled. "That includes tonight okay?"
"Araaa.." Sora stomps back to her room. Seems like she does not have many choices if she wanted to continue enjoying her freedom.
She looked at the new sets of clothes in her wardrobe. "What the hell are all this? Urghh!” She grunts as she scratches her head hard. It feels like she is looking at a wardrobe that does not belongs to her.
* * *
"These kids are so immature.. Do they even realized what are they betting against?" Jo Insung joins a race with the downtown race club instead of the high-end car club that he normally visits, wanting to try having a bit of fun.
Kwangsoo sneered. "Let them have a feel of racing with your car at least. They might just become a standby viewer if they come to our place.."
Smugly they are looking down into those people who are driving their modified cars. Racing against Jo Insung's yellow Ferrari 458 Italia.
They laughed. Seems that today’s race will become another entertainment for them.
Suddenly a white 2017 GT-R Nismo overtaking them fast leaving them at least 200 meters behind within a blink of an eyes.
"Did you see that??!" Kwangsoo's surprised as he looked at the Nismo smoothly overtaking Insung’s car.
Insung pressed his gas hard. "Clearly.." They are only 5km away from the end point of the race. He needs to catch up fast, but the 600 Horsepower beast is leaving his car further.
"You'll be embarrassed if you lost to that Japanese car!" Kwangsoo is pressing Insung further looking at the distance that they are being left behind.
"Shut up! Let me focus.." Insung is trying hard to catch up, but the GT-R driver skill is not a joke.
Looking at how smooth it is taking the corner and driven, he is sure that they are competing with somebody that is not less than a professional. That is the only thing that he can think of to make him feels good.
"You're great Koura!!!" Viewers started to gather surrounding the champion car while caressing the new car that she is driving, replacing Subaru WRX that she normally used.
"Your new car is really a beauty!"
Sora get out of the car as she smiled to her satisfied viewers. There is nothing more satisfying than winning.
"A lady driver??" Kwangsoo looked at a woman with long black hair, tied ponytail style while wearing a beige color NY cap who just come out of the car.
"Did you just got beaten by a lady Jo Insung?" He said to his friend who still looking towards the car feeling dumbfounded. His pride must be hurt.
"It’s because of your noisy mouth that I can't focus.." Insung get out of his car and walk towards the crowd.
"Your skill in driving is really great.." Insung said to the lady wearing a tight white jeans and checkered brown blouse with brown colored ankle boots. Looks good on her tall, curved body. A body that would be perfect for a circuit girl rather than a racer.
Sora surprised looking at that tall man and immediately lowered down her cap to slightly hide her face. "Thank you.." she replied. Short.
"Kang Sora?" Insung thought to himself. Her face looks like Kang Sora in a glance.
"I'm Jo Insung.. new to this area.." Insung extended his hand while trying to steal another glance of her face.
"Koura.." Sora replied with the name she used on the street while ignoring his hand.
She turned to look at the race coordinator and her friend. "I'm not participating in the next one Jinwoon.." she said.
"But Koura.. people are betting on you.."
"I'll pay them back.." She replied as she immediately entered her car and starts her engine.
"Koura shhi.." Insung tried to get another look at that woman face again but she is fast in avoiding him and drive off..
"Jo Insung, what’s wrong?" Kwangsoo asked as he looked at the GT-R drives away. Jo Insung seems to desperately be trying to peek at the driver.
"Who is that?" Insung asked the race coordinator. He wanted to know more about that lady.
"Koura Miyazaki. She has been a regular here.. One of our top racers.."
"Koura..?" Insung frowned. “Are you sure that’s her name?” He asked again.
Jinwoon shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the only information that we know.”
Jo Insung looked at the streets. Somehow he wanted to believe that the person is Kang Sora, seeing how desperately she has been trying to hide herself from him.
"I'm in the studio." Keiko replied weird with Sora’s frantic behavior late in the evening.
"All my shirts are gone.. Ahjumma can't find it either.." Sora entered her mom's studio while catching up her breadth. Running from her room in the antics to her mom's painting studio at the basement of their three floored bungalow makes her short for breadth.
Keiko smiled. "I've donated it away.."
"Okasannnn!!" Sora widened her eyes.
Keiko put her paint brush and move nearer to Sora. "Do you have to yell Missy?" She softly hits Sora's head. She wanted to train her to become graceful, not this noisy.
"I want my shirts back.." Sora pouts.
"I have bought all kind of blouses and dresses for you.. Why are you still looking for your shirt?"
"It’s Saturday night mom.." she said it in English.
"So, you're going out again?" Keiko squints her eyes looking at Sora.
"What is it tonight? Clubbing? Or is it the race night?" Shin-Ill and Keiko has agreed to give Sora her freedom on Saturday night. The night where she would be meeting up with friends and enjoy her life as teenagers.
"Race night.." She bit her lips. Sora knew Keiko has always been worried for her to join those activities during weekend. Though she had agreed with it, but she never fails to remind how dangerous for Sora to be involved with it.
"Otosan already said okay.." Sora came nearer to her mother. Trying to get her approval now after all the fuss about her shirts.
Keiko sighed. "Always with your Otosan's approval.. He spoiled you for too much.." Keiko picks up her paint brush and focus on her painting again.
"Okasan please..." Holding Keiko's arms.
"On one condition.." Keiko sigh.
Sora attentively looked at her mom.
"From now on, you will never dress up like a boy again.. and you'll join my activity from time to time."
"Okasan..."
"That's my condition. I am giving you the freedom to pursue your interest in martial arts and cars. Can't you at least fulfill my little request?"
Keiko has been wanting to dress her daughter up with dresses, jewelries, and beautiful clothes. Just like any other woman would do to their daughter. She caresses Sora's long hair. "I want to show the world my daughter's beauty too.."
"Arasso.. I'll do that.." Sora surrenders.
Keiko smiled. "That includes tonight okay?"
"Araaa.." Sora stomps back to her room. Seems like she does not have many choices if she wanted to continue enjoying her freedom.
She looked at the new sets of clothes in her wardrobe. "What the hell are all this? Urghh!” She grunts as she scratches her head hard. It feels like she is looking at a wardrobe that does not belongs to her.
* * *
"These kids are so immature.. Do they even realized what are they betting against?" Jo Insung joins a race with the downtown race club instead of the high-end car club that he normally visits, wanting to try having a bit of fun.
Kwangsoo sneered. "Let them have a feel of racing with your car at least. They might just become a standby viewer if they come to our place.."
Smugly they are looking down into those people who are driving their modified cars. Racing against Jo Insung's yellow Ferrari 458 Italia.
They laughed. Seems that today’s race will become another entertainment for them.
Suddenly a white 2017 GT-R Nismo overtaking them fast leaving them at least 200 meters behind within a blink of an eyes.
"Did you see that??!" Kwangsoo's surprised as he looked at the Nismo smoothly overtaking Insung’s car.
Insung pressed his gas hard. "Clearly.." They are only 5km away from the end point of the race. He needs to catch up fast, but the 600 Horsepower beast is leaving his car further.
"You'll be embarrassed if you lost to that Japanese car!" Kwangsoo is pressing Insung further looking at the distance that they are being left behind.
"Shut up! Let me focus.." Insung is trying hard to catch up, but the GT-R driver skill is not a joke.
Looking at how smooth it is taking the corner and driven, he is sure that they are competing with somebody that is not less than a professional. That is the only thing that he can think of to make him feels good.
"You're great Koura!!!" Viewers started to gather surrounding the champion car while caressing the new car that she is driving, replacing Subaru WRX that she normally used.
"Your new car is really a beauty!"
Sora get out of the car as she smiled to her satisfied viewers. There is nothing more satisfying than winning.
"A lady driver??" Kwangsoo looked at a woman with long black hair, tied ponytail style while wearing a beige color NY cap who just come out of the car.
"Did you just got beaten by a lady Jo Insung?" He said to his friend who still looking towards the car feeling dumbfounded. His pride must be hurt.
"It’s because of your noisy mouth that I can't focus.." Insung get out of his car and walk towards the crowd.
"Your skill in driving is really great.." Insung said to the lady wearing a tight white jeans and checkered brown blouse with brown colored ankle boots. Looks good on her tall, curved body. A body that would be perfect for a circuit girl rather than a racer.
Sora surprised looking at that tall man and immediately lowered down her cap to slightly hide her face. "Thank you.." she replied. Short.
"Kang Sora?" Insung thought to himself. Her face looks like Kang Sora in a glance.
"I'm Jo Insung.. new to this area.." Insung extended his hand while trying to steal another glance of her face.
"Koura.." Sora replied with the name she used on the street while ignoring his hand.
She turned to look at the race coordinator and her friend. "I'm not participating in the next one Jinwoon.." she said.
"But Koura.. people are betting on you.."
"I'll pay them back.." She replied as she immediately entered her car and starts her engine.
"Koura shhi.." Insung tried to get another look at that woman face again but she is fast in avoiding him and drive off..
"Jo Insung, what’s wrong?" Kwangsoo asked as he looked at the GT-R drives away. Jo Insung seems to desperately be trying to peek at the driver.
"Who is that?" Insung asked the race coordinator. He wanted to know more about that lady.
"Koura Miyazaki. She has been a regular here.. One of our top racers.."
"Koura..?" Insung frowned. “Are you sure that’s her name?” He asked again.
Jinwoon shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the only information that we know.”
Jo Insung looked at the streets. Somehow he wanted to believe that the person is Kang Sora, seeing how desperately she has been trying to hide herself from him.
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