The Losers' Dash, and Ninth Silver #7
Club Assa. This was the first time in Han Dae-jin's life that he'd ever taken on the role of 'leader' anywhere. The first time leading a bunch of people, the first time having to make sure they all remembered who he was.
One surprising fact was that when Han Dae-jin, Kim Ji-hyun, and Jin Na-hee founded Club Assa, they agreed not to set any explicit rules for the club—instead, they'd make the entry requirements brutally strict. No rules at all? That was Han Dae-jin's idea. Most clubs ruined their vibe with pointless rules that nobody followed anyway.
And the usual car verification bullshit clubs did? To keep the human quality high in Club Assa, you had to own your own ride, or at least have a long-term rental or subscription equivalent, complete with proof—only then would they let you join.
A week after setting it up like that. Thanks to Jin Na-hee and Kim Ji-hyun's promotion, a few people trickled in, but it was still far from calling it the fastest club around.
For example, the types who joined so far were:
1. Good car, shit skills.
2. Shit car, shit skills.
3. Decent car, okay skills.
Type 1 was the most common, type 2 was rarer—maybe thanks to Jin Na-hee and Kim Ji-hyun—and type 3 was damn near impossible to find.
Han Dae-jin met up with Kim Ji-hyun and Jin Na-hee separately over the weekend, classified the members like that, and fell into thought.
"How about a track day?" Kim Ji-hyun said.
"Track day sounds good. We can train these idiots up too," Jin Na-hee chimed in.
"Ah... my car's not ready yet," Han Dae-jin said.
"Nah, any car can hit the circuit. With your Avante N, just set up some suspension and tires, and it'll be solid," Kim Ji-hyun said.
"How about hosting a dalbeong instead?" Han Dae-jin suggested.
"On public roads?" Jin Na-hee said.
"Yeah. We're still a street team for now," Han Dae-jin said.
"Fine, whatever. Round 'em up first, check out what we've got, and decide then," Kim Ji-hyun said. With that, she set the meet for next Friday night, gathering everyone around midnight as Saturday rolled in.
Rally point: Pada Parking. More showed up than expected, mostly the good-car-shit-skills crowd, mixed with a few okay-skills-decent-car types. Type 2? Just Han Dae-jin solo.
The same time,
"Hey, fuck, Director! You make me chug booze like this and then bitch about flubbed lines? That hurts my feelings!"
The actress—a woman with deep eyes and a mid-length bob, radiating androgynous charm—playfully scolded the middle-aged director leading the small crew, her tongue slightly slurred.
"Come on, Eun-jae. You gotta actually drink for the vibe," the director said, topping off Gu Eun-jae's glass.
Earlier, she'd stashed a PET bottle of soju in her bag for the road shoot wrap-up. This director shot chronologically, so...
Gu Eun-jae grabbed the water glass next to her soju and chugged it, trying to sober up. Moments later, the director yelled "Action!" and filming resumed.
With her tongue still a bit thick, Gu Eun-jae delivered complex lines to the male lead—a middle-aged guy about the director's age.
"Cut! Okay!"
Scene done, Gu Eun-jae wobbled over—buzzed as hell—to check the footage.
"Wanna redo it?"
"I ain't drinking anymore! Hurry up and fuck this oppa so we can bounce!"
Gu Eun-jae yelled in her slurred voice at the director's words, leaving the male lead flustered.
"Wait, hyung, there's a sex scene like that?" the actor asked the director.
"Don't play dumb, oppa~ Fuck! Our director drags us to the sticks—what's the pattern? Sex scene! Sex scene!"
Gu Eun-jae bellowed, making the director chuckle. But her manager, overhearing, was stunned and dragged her out of the set for a bit.
"Unnie, are you insane? Spouting that shit without even negotiating?!"
The manager said to Gu Eun-jae, who was finally puking into the sewer by the rural house.
Gu Eun-jae seemed to be coming around now.
"Life's a bitch..." she muttered.
Soon after wrapping the rural location shoot, Gu Eun-jae and her manager followed the director back to Seoul for the Bukchon scenes.
The car carrying Gu Eun-jae and her manager? Ominous as hell.
That's right. The Porsche 966 Turbo that always starred in 9THSILVER videos. It was that beast.
Gu Eun-jae, already hammered, slumped in the passenger seat as her manager gingerly tapped the accelerator like a feather.
"This thing's got 1000 horsepower?" the manager said.
"Yeah... 1000 horses. Poured a fuckton of cash into it..."
Gu Eun-jae, eyes half-lidded, fished a cigarette from her pocket, lit up. Window down, night air rushed in.
After wrapping Bukchon and heading home, Gu Eun-jae showered quick and crashed on her lonely queen bed. Vast bed, just for her. As drunken sleep pulled her under, she grabbed her phone to check her Star feeds.
Two accounts: @silver_ash and @9thsilver.
Logging into 9thsilver, she scrolled. On Kim Ji-hyun's Star, she saw the Club Assa post and the announcement for their meet next week.
Gu Eun-jae pondered deeply, then marked the date on her calendar. Tossed the phone somewhere on the bed and passed out.
Next day, Bukchon wrapped, and the film cranked up. Gu Eun-jae felt light, drinking with staff and cast again.
Actors and crew trickled out, leaving her alone with the director. She quietly poured him another.
He topped hers off too.
"Still racing?" the director asked.
"Yeah."
"It's dangerous."
"That's why I do it."
"Stubborn ass..."
The director clinked glasses and downed his soju. Soon, they left for a nearby hotel, booked a room, and headed up.
In the room, they crashed into a fierce kiss, stumbling to the bed. The director peeled off her designer clothes like shrimp shells.
Sucking her tits, he slid down, nose brushing her bush, then spread her pussy and lapped at her clit.
Gu Eun-jae bucked, then convinced him: shower first.
Even in the shower, they slathered body wash on each other, teasing. His fingers plunged inside her; she stroked his cock hard.
Dried off, back to bed. She sucked him while grinding her pussy on his face.
Plenty aroused, she mounted first, rocking her toned waist and abs from workouts. He thrust up in electric thrill.
He smacked her ass; she dismounted, lay back, spread her legs. He pounded from above; she moaned and trembled.
"Eun-jae...!!"
"If you're cumming inside, do it! Got my pills today."
Her words sent him over—he unloaded deep. Pulling out, cum leaked from her pussy.
Post-fuck, side by side. Both too drunk to drive anyway.
"Danger's not the only reason, right? Quit that shit," the director said.
"Actually."
"Actually what?"
"Saying it's the danger? That's just an excuse. Real reason? Hell if I know."
"Don't know why you do it then?"
"That's why. If I knew... I'd have quit already. Kinda like fucking you, Director."
As she spoke, he fondled her hairy mound.
"One round wiped me out. No seconds."
She shoved his hand away casually.
Next Friday. Gu Eun-jae rolled out in the infamous Porsche 966 Turbo, idling on a Yeouido roadside.
Behind her parked Porsche loomed a massive billboard ad with her as the model. Backdrop: the 63 Building.
Gu Eun-jae in the glowing ad and 63 Building? Enviable star of glory. But in the dark car below? Just a fragile junkie.
As she stared at her watch and radio, lost in thought—a guttural BMW inline-six twin-turbo roar announced Kim Ji-hyun's M3 and the Club Assa crew rolling in.
Gu Eun-jae killed the radio, shifted to D, floored it. The 966 Turbo surged with vicious smoke and wheelspin, twisting forward.
Would this ride reveal why she raced today? The journey began anew.