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Racehorse Part 4: demand

Wc: 1,359

A/N: First smut ever, thanks to @habbzxxx and Hamster for beta reading, tried a new concept, not edited.

Tags: Slight Fdom, Amazon position, Umamusume

The sound of wet thighs slapping together, grunts and groans spilling from your mouth as you clench your core for dear life fill the apartment, How you got here however is a bit of a blur so let’s retrace the events leading up to this situation.

It’s 10am, you’re sitting on the couch doing boring manager work on your computer while Chaeyoung is doing her daily yoga routine in front of you like you don’t exist, but you do, you very much do. Soft teasing and arousal cause you to stop thinking with your brain and let your dick take over, how else could you explain thinking it was a good idea to do what you did next?

You stand up from the couch too fast for Chaeyoung’s liking, Strike one, You speed walk over to where she’s still in the puppy pose and stand over her with your cock twitching beneath your sweats, strike two. The third and final strike was possibly the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done, pulling your pants down and demanding that she suck your cock. Huh, so that’s what happened, idiot.

The next five seconds all happen in a flash, all you can remember is her ear twitching before you’re suddenly swept off your feet, maybe she hit you with a leg sweep or she sprung up and took you down like a wrestler, your brain was obviously off so you don’t really remember what happened. What you do remember is your back hitting the wood floor, Chaeyoung on top of you immediately and your cock now being gripped violently causing you to twitch wildly in her hand. She’s looking down at you like you’re an idiot, “Have you lost your mind?” she says while holding your penis in a vice grip, words don’t leave your mouth just ragged breaths and small whimpers.

Her eyes narrow even more as she squeezes your member once more, the pain turning your brain back on, you quickly speak, “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me please.” you feel like a tool, how could you do something so stupid? Now you’re in this predicament at the mercy of the woman who could easily send you to the hospital with one quick motion of her wrist.

Chaeyoung huffs through her nose, “What were you thinking just now? Let me guess, you weren’t thinking at all.” She says, unimpressed by your brainless horny antics. “You’re right, I wasn’t thinking at all, I'm sorry.” The words fall from your mouth frantically, she still hasn’t stopped squeezing your poor penis and you still haven’t stopped twitching.

Sweat droplets are forming on your forehead now, some dripping down your temple, she smells it, smells the fear in it ( damn horses and their heightened senses). She smirks, “If you were horny you could’ve just asked to have sex like a normal person but instead you decided to lose your brain and demand me to suck your cock.” She says with a lilt in her voice.

Slightly releasing the grip on your cock she allows you to breathe more comfortably and think more clearly about your next response. You notice her tail flicking behind her, she’s enjoying this, watching you panic in the aftermath of your bad decision. Maybe there was a chance to escape this situation with no more harm done to your genitalia, hopefully.

You spoke calmly, “I fucked up, I’m sorry please forgive me just this once.” Groveling always worked with Chae, she loved the way you begged for her approval or her forgiveness depending on the situation, here you were begging for her forgiveness like a dog.

With one swift movement she stood up while holding the front of your sweatshirt in her hand slightly lifting you off the ground, she took a few steps towards the couch before tossing you onto it by your shirt, you landed back on the couch with a grunt. 

“Damn, Chaeng, that hurts y’know!” You say with annoyance, a lot of nerve for a guy who was just begging for mercy not even thirty seconds ago. “Shhhh.” is all Chaeyoung replies while taking off her pants, you watch her knowing what’s about to happen or at least you thought you knew.

Chaeyoung pushes you flat on the couch and grabs your legs forcing them up near your chest, gasping in shock you realize what’s about to happen. It’s not the first time she’s fucked you in the Amazon position but it doesn’t happen often, you’re not given much time to think about it though as she positions herself above your cock before sinking down onto it causing you both to moan in sync.

“Mmm fuck Chaeng!” You mewled like a bitch in heat. She grabbed your ankles to hold them in place while she rode you into the sunset, “Babe your cock feels so good like this!” Chaeyoung said while licking her lips. Each grunt and whimper that came out of you only turned her on more, your cock deep in her wet cunt being gripped tightly making it hard for you to hold your cum in.

The feeling of Chae’s toned muscular thighs against yours while she moved back forth was heaven, “Babe I’m gonna cum soon.” You whimpered, biting your hand to muffle yourself as more slick dripped down your cock and onto the couch. “Not yet, not until I cum first!” she responds before moving even faster, Loud moans escape you as the slick, wet sounds of sex echo through the living room.

Chaeyoung had you in this position for the past 5 minutes and even though it felt good you were hoping she was close to orgasm so you would be freed, soon enough you got your wish. “Mmmm I’m gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over this pervert cock!” she moans loudly, her calling you a pervert makes you twitch inside of her as you feel your release coming closer by the second.

A few more seconds of Chaeyoung moving her hips back and forth pass as her moans get breathier before she ceases her movement completely, Head tilted back, mouth open as a silent shriek leaves her throat and a gush of squirt splashes your groin and drowns your already soaked cock even more. Seizing the opportunity, you grab her plump cheeks to pull her closer as you unleash your load inside of her walls which makes you both moan in sync once again.

She squeezes herself around your length during your orgasm which makes you writhe against the couch and groan as your seed is milked out of you. “Goddamn this is…..fuck I can’t gahhh!” thoughts are hard to form in this state so you stop trying to do so immediately. “This feels too good, maybe we should do this more often.” Chaeyoung says as her lips curl up into that mischievous smile, looking down at your fucked out expression, she finally drops your ankles and lets your legs straighten out before cock slides out of her pussy, covered in squirt and cum. She grabs it which causes you to jerk weakly before she lets go, she puts her hand on your stomach and rubs the filth on you, groaning weakly you to push her hand but she just laughs at your weak effort.

She steps away from the couch and walks towards the kitchen leaving you to lift yourself upright, the sticky feeling on your stomach makes you grimace. Chaeyoung returns with two rags, throwing one at you, “Clean yourself up, you’re filthy.” she says, shit eating grin still on her face as you follow instructions. “So….does this mean I’m forgiven?” you question as you rub yourself down with the rag, “Hmmm maybe, I don’t know I haven’t decided yet.” Is all she says before picks up her pants and leaves you on the couch for good.

You’re left sitting there embarrassed knowing that you’re definitely not “forgiven” and that you will definitely be used multiple times before the day ends. A huff escapes your lips, “Fuck me.” is all you say before covering your face with both hands. Your fate awaits.

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I haven’t opened google docs in like 2 weeks, now I understand how other “writers” feel🫠🫠

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This draft is putting belt to ass on me bruh omddddss🫩🫩

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Outline got a higher word count than my other fics

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Racehorse Part 3

Lee Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) x Male reader

word count: 1,169

A/N: Final part for now(?), Short, Mid.

Tags: Fluff, Uma Musume, Teasing

You fall onto the bed, slightly wincing from the sore pain still in your abdomen after being kicked just a few minutes earlier. Chaeyoung looks at you and chuckles but doesn’t say anything as you lay there looking like a literal kicked puppy.

“You think it's funny?” You said half muffled from your face sunk into the pillow. “A little bit.” She replied clearly, enjoying seeing you in pain much more than a little bit.

“I’m gonna have to ice this you know.” You say while still clutching your stomach like your guts could fall out at any second, Chaeyoung grinned and replied, “Good maybe you’ll finally understand that I mean it when I say not to do or say stupid and embarrassing things.”

You turn your face away from her as you slowly sit up to get an ice pack from the freezer. “Oh, get me a drink please.” She says quickly, you turn around slightly to face her but don’t say anything. She stares at you with those wide eyes like she didn’t just ask you possibly the most disrespectful thing you’ve been asked in months, a close second being the reporter who asked for details on Chaeyoung’s fertility live on air during an interview.

Her ears slightly fluttered atop her head as she awaited your reply. “Sure.” You muttered as you got up and made your way out of the room, “Thanks!” She said like she knew you were going to agree all along, it’s not like she was wrong.

Your feet pad along slowly down the hallway and into the kitchen, you smile as you open the fridge to get a bottle of Pocari sweat for Chaeyoung before you open the freezer to grab a frozen gel pack to nurse your injury. Closing the freezer you let your forehead rest against the door as Chaeyoung’s earlier words play again in your mind, smiling at the words she’s repeatedly said since your first meeting in Highschool.

You walk back into the room and toss the bottle into Chaeyoung’s waiting hands. “Thanks.” She says while unscrewing the cap. “No problem.” You shoot back laying on the bed and placing the gel pack on your stomach.

“Mmm feels better already.” You grimace as you shut your eyes. “Yeah I bet, most guys couldn’t take a kick like that and still walk.” She says, clearly proud of your resilience in an odd way. “I’d like to avoid getting kicked as much as possible from now thanks.” You reply sarcastically.

You both lay in silence for a while, Chaeyoung had turned the lamp on the side table off a few minutes ago and pulled the covers over herself, you removed the gel pack from your stomach and did the same. You felt her tail brushing against your leg–like a paintbrush stroking the canvas.

“That tickles.” You said softly slowly drifting off to sleep, she smiled, “ I know.”

Your consciousness faded quickly as you spooned her from the side, her soft breathing being the last thing you heard before finally going to sleep.

Next day.

The sun shined on your barely awake way too early in the morning, burying your face into the pillow with a loud groan. After a minute you realized that Chaeyoung wasn’t in the bed next to you, then the scent of coffee and food hit your now slightly awake sense of smell. Sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed you feel the dull ache of the kick from last night still lingering but it barely bothers you.

Walking to the closet you pick a random T-shirt which just so happens to be the shirt you were given after the college racing team won the championship during yours and Chaeyoung’s 2nd year. You pull the shirt over your head and walk out of the room down the hall to the kitchen, there you see her standing at the stove cooking something you can’t see. Her long black hair cascades down her back barely hiding the back of her sports bra, her tail sways slowly urging you to focus on it instead of her thick butt and thighs basically swallowing her black panties–it failed miserably.

“Good morning.” You hum softly as you rest your head on her back–snaking your arms around her waist. “Mmm good morning.” She purrs as you tighten the grip of your arms around her lower half. You finally see that she’s making Dakjuk, probably because she’s concerned about the state of your stomach from yesterday. Silently appreciating her unspoken concern for your wellbeing even after almost maiming you the previous night.

“Go sit, I’ll bring you a bowl in a sec.” You kiss her neck before you turn to go sit down at the small table, plopping yourself down into the chair you start scrolling on your phone. Your algorithm has been taken over with clips and reactions of the race from yesterday, some showing the final overtakes of the race and others showing the nasty tumble that happened earlier in the race. Chaeyoung walks over to the table and sets a bowl down in front you.

“Alright phone off it’s breakfast time.” she quips a bit too cheerfully this early in the morning. “Yeah sorry i’m just seeing tons of stuff from yesterday.” Putting the phone away and grabbing the spoon to start eating, “What type of stuff?” she inquires with a teasing tone, “The race.” You reply deadpan. Chaeyoung stares at you for a second with the blank expression before quickly raising her legs into a kicking position, you immediately recoil and scream in fear. She starts cackling like a madman finding your reaction amusing, “That’s not funny. At all.” you say grumpily as you settle back into the chair, “It’s actually hilarious.” she says while still laughing–her hand covering her mouth as she throws her head back.

Breakfast passed without further incident, Chaeyoung was still giggling when you cleared the bowls from the table and took them to the kitchen. Now she’s currently doing her yoga routine in the living room while you sit on the couch with your computer coordinating schedules with the management company she’s signed to, nobody told you that being a trainer meant you also had to be a manager as well. Staring at the email you were sent from her stylist you try to decipher the meaning of half of the jargon included in it, settling on just agreeing to whatever she said and sending the response you put the computer to the side and crack your knuckles. Chaeyoung is in the puppy pose after transitioning from downward dog, your member twitches a little in excitement as you exhale heavily watching her back arch low from the side. “You’re staring.” she says softly, “Yeah.” is all you can muster as she chuckles at your reaction. You watch tail sway lazily–entrancing you, she straightens up, ears fluttering atop her head.

You’re quickly losing self control, cock stiffening by the second. You can’t wait any longer. 

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Racehorse Part 2

Lee Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) x Male reader

word count: 895

A/N: the shortest part somehow, tried my hand at actually writing dialogue for once, different writing format from the other parts, mid.

Tags: Uma musume, fluff(?)

Back at yours and Chaeyoung’s shared apartment you sat on the couch exhausted from the long and stressful day.

“This picture makes my face look bloated.” Chaeyoung quips out of nowhere. “What?” You reply in confusion, Chaeyoung doesn’t respond and continues scrolling on her phone with a noticeable pout and furrowed eyebrows.

“So just ignore me then I guess.” You huff as you turn your attention back to the tv playing the evening news. Chaeyoung kisses her teeth before shoving her phone in your face, “This picture isn’t flattering at all.” She whines like a toddler. “Well it was taken during your final spurt so…”. Chaeyoung rises up from the couch immediately.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”. Her voice drips with venom, you silently curse yourself for saying something so stupid to a woman who could easily choke you unconscious, “I just meant that the picture wasn’t taken at the best time that’s all I swear.” The words tumble out of your mouth shakily–the terrified expression on your face seems to amuse the girl towering over you. “Hm.” Is all she replies before turning away to sit back down on the couch.

You exhale through your nose as your hands shake slightly, Chaeyoung laughs softly while running a hand through her hair, “You shouldn’t say things like that if you’re gonna get scared of the consequences.” She says with her famous lazy grin–eyes crinkled in amusement, “Right sorry it was stupid I’m-“, the news channel then shows the race clips cutting you off. Both you and your girlfriend look at the clips shown on the tv, the 3rd place racer taking a tumble, the long corner where everyone was overtaking and the final straight where Chaeyoung sealed the win.

You look over at her, watching her eyes wide completely enthralled with the clips and commentary coming from the news broadcast. “You did really well today, honestly.” She looks at you, expression softer than the one she gave you just a minute ago, “You’re not just saying that because you want me to forgive your comment from earlier?” Her tone teasing and playful, you chuckle with embarrassment knowing that she won’t let you forget that moment for a while, “Seriously Chae, the way you raced today is gonna be talked about for a long time probably even after the season ends.”

She stares at you, no words just smiling like the day you asked her to officially be your girlfriend which was also the day that she won her first professional race 2 years ago. “Training academies are gonna analyze this for real.” You both laugh as you say it, she snorts covering her mouth with her hand, “Yah! Don’t say that it’s embarrassing!” Memories of study sessions where you both watched pro race clips to train her running form back in high school flood back into your brain. You both sit on the couch reminiscing, the news broadcast ended minutes ago with another KBS program replacing it on the tv.

“Maybe I’ll finally get the pocari sweat sponsorship.” Silence follows, then abrupt and loud laughter from both of you, you clutch your stomach as you cackle like a madman–air leaving your lungs every second, Chaeyoung is no better basically doing the same thing. After a couple minutes you both finally pull yourselves together as best you can, “Maybe Jiheon can put in a good word for you.” You giggle as you refer to Chaeyoung’s friend and racing junior who became sponsored by Pocari sweat at the beginning of her rookie season.

“She actually texted me earlier congratulating me on the win, her and all the girls were watching.” Remembering the other members of the racing club in college who ended up becoming Chaeyoung’s best friends, you never really befriended them, choosing to stay mostly solitary and focus on your work as a young trainer in college studying to get your official training license.

“It’s really cool that you all keep in touch honestly, I wish I made friends like that in college.” You sigh, “You could’ve but you wanted to be a lone wolf focused only on becoming a trainer.” Chaeyoung retorted with a teasing tone, you replied back “yeah but I did it for you.” A soft smile playing on your face as you watched her face heat up in embarrassment. “Sh-Shut up idiot, quit saying stupid and embarrassing things.” She looked away quickly but you kept your soft gaze on her–admiring the features that you fell in love with back in Highschool.

“It may be embarrassing and stupid but it’s true.” You say as you move over on the couch closer to Chaeyoung, she looks at you wide eyed–face still red, you capture her lips in a quick kiss tasting her cherry flavored lip balm, you smirk as you pull away and see her eyes even wider and her face even redder. The moment doesn’t last long as she kicks you in the abdomen immediately, thrusting you off the couch in pain, you groan as you clutch your stomach moving your legs side to side in pain, Chaeyoung standing up from the couch and looking down at you.

Face still red but her lips show a lazy smirk, “Idiot.” She says softly before walking down the hallway to the bedroom, you close your eyes and groan once more just happy she didn’t aim lower.

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Racehorse Part 1

Lee Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) x Male reader

Word count: 939

Tags: Foot worship, fingering, implied smut, uma musume

A/N: short and unedited, mid asf

The air in the private dressing room is hot and heavy, Chaeyoung immediately attacked your lips as soon as the door had closed barely giving you enough time to breathe as she let loose her assault on your body, rubbing your chest and palming the bulge in your pants massaging it as it grew. She finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you both pant for air, it's time to give her reward for winning the race, something both of you have been looking forward to all day, she sits down on the couch as you kneel at her feet starting to remove her race boots caked in dirt and sand, you quickly remove the boots barely being able to contain your excitement for the next part. She sighs as you begin to massage her stocking clad feet “mmm just like that” throwing her head back you continue to rub both of her feet, the sweat soaking through the fabric dampening the skin on your palms and fingers.

After a few minutes of rubbing her feet she finally speaks “Take these stockings off” her tone sultry and demanding, you quickly obey “With pleasure”. You work quickly moving your hands up her left leg all the way to her thigh to remove the sweat soaked garment, you pull it down revealing her milky skin underneath, sticky and damp with sweat from the race, you finally get it down to her ankle before looking up at her face, a lewd grin painting her features, half lidded eyes from the exhaustion, she gives you a wordless nod to continue which you do. Pulling the stocking off fully revealing her foot, a beautiful and soft size 7, perfectly deep arch to put your face in which you do immediately, inhaling the scent of her lotion mixed with the sweat, she lets out a low moan from the couch letting you know that she’s enjoying it already. You continue the worship of her foot, licking and sucking her toes before moving to her sole and repeating the process, she finally says “Do the other one already.” You obey immediately, resting her foot on your lap as you move your hands up to her right thigh to remove the second stocking, you quickly roll it down her leg and past her ankle freeing her foot. She says again “This one. Now.” You respond “Yes ma’am.” She smiles again as you begin to lift her foot to your face, inhaling her scent deeply again before placing a kiss in the middle of her deep arch causing her to let out a deep sigh of pleasure, you smirk as you continue to kiss and lick her sole before moving to her toes, beginning to lick and suck one at a time before finally fitting your mouth around all five toes licking them like jolly ranchers, she lets out another moan “Fuck, it feels so good, keep going.” You respond with a nod continuing your worship of her foot.

You finally bring both of her feet to your face placing kisses on both of her soles before dropping them both gently to the floor, moving up to kiss Chaeyoung on her soft lips, still drunk off the pleasure from the foot worship she asks “What’s next?”. You grin “Oh you’re gonna find out.” You dive into her neck immediately sucking the flesh aggressively as she lets out a sharp moan, you don’t stop your relentless assault as you begin to remove her costume unbuttoning her shirt with maximum efficiency removing it in a flash, now the only thing covering her chest being her sports bra you proceed to start massaging her left boob tracing your thumb over her nipple under the fabric, she lets out a sharp breathy moan “mmm don’t stop fuck don’t stop.” You didn’t plan to. You remove your hand from her breast and start pulling down her skirt revealing a pair of black safety shorts which you also removed finally revealing a pair of white panties soaked through the middle. You chuckle “You’re so fucking needy aren’t you? Already soaked and I haven’t even started eating you out yet.” She only lets out a whimper in response wordlessly begging for you to have your way with her which you obliged, you move your hand past the

waistband of her panties and start rubbing her clit in a counterclockwise circle, she immediately moans louder and slightly arches her back off the couch, looking into her glassy eyes you can see the lust swimming in her pupils, waiting to be given all the pleasure you can give.

After she finishes on your fingers twice you pull them out of her soaked panties, looking into her eyes she gives a weak smile—completely spent but completely fulfilled from the day. You speak “How did you like it?” Flashing a grin, she responds “Like it? I loved it.” Pride swells in your chairs as you keep your composure, “Well you have to get ready for the concert.” She sighs heavily “Right, can you get my costume from the closet please?” She smiles sweetly, you nod as you stand up from the couch and walk over to the closet and retrieve her performance costume, admiring the design you turn to her and hand it over. She grabs it from your hands before standing up from the couch, “Thanks.” She says, you reply “No problem, I’ll let you get dressed, see you outside.” You flash a smile before turning to walk out the door closing it behind you, you think to yourself “Today was a great day.”

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Racehorse Part 0

Lee Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) x Male reader

word count: 962

A/N: short fic, Uma Musume inspired theme, Big thanks to @kwilquib for beta reading.

The scent of freshly rained on grass flowed through the spring breeze, the atmosphere at the racetrack was electric, only 3 minutes until race time, Chaeyoung scanned the stands until her eyes locked yours, irises burning with determination as she got ready for the countdown stepping into her gate.

You sighed heavily trying to relax yourself, rolling your shoulders back and cracking your neck as you nervously gripped the bar in front of you staring at the race clock, only 1 minute now, the announcers and the crowd behind drowned out by the hammering sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

BANG

“And they’re off!” The announcer shouted into the microphone, the gates flew open the racers thundered out of their brackets dust and dirt flying up immediately slightly clouding the inner bracket racers from view Chaeyoung included, the first 50 meters ended and the group of 12 racers slowly split with the leaders and pace chasers forming a chain right before the 90 meter mark, the first corner came up quick everyone leaning into the sharp turn kicking up more dirt, you turned your attention to the huge Jumbotron in the middle of the track showing you a full view of the pack, Chaeyoung had moved to the inside almost immediately after the first 30 meters—something you had worked on heavily leading up to the race, she was now in 5th place clipping at the back of the 4th place racers heels giving her no grace, letting out a shaky sigh you watched as the long turn ended and the 4th place racer moved slightly outside letting Chaeyoung by, a smirk tingling on your lips as you watched the Jumbotron.

The next 30 meters of chaos happened in a flash, the 2nd place racer stepped wrong rolling her ankle at a brutal angle, her reaction was almost immediate on the Jumbotron—mouth open in a scream, bracing herself for impact with the dirt track and the 3rd place racer with Chaeyoung following shortly behind, eyes wide in shock still thundering on, the announcer exclaimed “OH THE 3rd PLACE RACER KIM SI-HYEON GOES DOWN, PARK SU-MIN AND LEE CHAEYOUNG ROLL PAST HER WITH EVERYONE ELSE TRAILING!” The crowd roars with different reactions, mostly negative. The race goes on in spite of the accident with nobody letting up pace especially Chaeyoung and Su-min now neck and neck for 2nd place, now you’re white knuckling the bar, teeth gritting slightly as you watch Chaeyoung try to edge out Su-min on the straight while chasing after the 1st place racer Hwang Ye-ji.

The second turn is coming up quickly after the long straight, Chaeyoung has slightly moved forward from Su-min but she has to keep the pace not being able to reserve as much stamina as either of you’d have liked, the gap to yeji however is ever shrinking giving her no time to rest either as she keeps kicking, you lean over the railing eyes still locked intensely on the Jumbotron watching your racer and girlfriend battle for victory, the other trainers near you are also locked in on the race, some cursing out loud others muttering prayers, you don’t care about them right now though instead placing all of your attention on the Jumbotron watch Yeji’s lead shrink by the second as the second turn comes up, the month of training has all led up to these last 500 meters for every racer but especially Chaeyoung, the memories of the long training sessions, the rehab sessions and the passionate lovemaking sessions over the past month rush back to you sending a strong tingle up your spine. The long awaited turn finally comes, everyone leaning into it again, Chaeyoung and Sumin have now caught up to yeji who has little stamina left heading through the turn into the last straight.

It happens almost in slow motion compared to the violent tumble taken earlier, Chaeyoung on the inside line running up beside Yeji with Sumin following suit slightly on the outside behind Yeji, moving quickly the three come out of the turn the rest of the pack following closely behind but with no hope to win, everyone else is fighting for 4th but these 3 they’re fighting for 1st, Chaeyoung edges out Yeji coming out of the turn into the final straight, it all comes down to the final 400 meters everyone in the stands up on their feet now yelling and cheering, it’s almost deafening and your stomach is curling up as you watch the 3 thunder down the straight, Chaeyoung starts her final spurt down the last 300 meters, Sumin does the same a second later Yeji following immediately afterwards, the powerful kicks of 12 racers beating against the dirt track is completely drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

“THE FINAL 250 METERS IS COMING DOWN TO 3 RACERS, CHAEYOUNG, SUMIN AND YEJI BUT CHAEYOUNG IS PULLING AHEAD SLIGHTLY SHE MIGHT HOLD OUT TO WIN IT!”

It’s almost over, it’s happening right now, your breath hitches watching the last 150 meters. Chaeyoung is slipping away from the other 2 racers now, she’s close to victory.

“THE FINAL 150 METERS, EVERY RACER ON THEIR LAST SPURT BUT CHAEYOUNG IS STILL LEADING, SHE MIGHT WIN IT!”

100.

70.

40.

“SHE’S ABOUT TO DO IT! SHE’S ABOUT TO WIN”

30.

20.

10.

The announcer yells again.

“SHE HAS DONE IT, SHE HAS FINALLY DONE IT! LEE CHAEYOUNG HAS WON THE KOREA SPRINT! YEJI AND SUMIN FOLLOWING BEHIND IN 2nd AND 3rd RESPECTIVELY!”

You breathe out, “finally, thank god”, shakily releasing your grip of the railing and straightening up, Chaeyoung is smiling brightly on the Jumbotron, her racing costume covered in dirt, sweat and sand but she’s finally won, that’s all that matters.