Love me for just a moment, until we go extinct in this universe.
Formula One Beneath the dazzling lights illuminating Eom Seong-hyeon, the first South Korean driver, lies a loneliness he can share with no one. She, who left for England to study while carrying scars from her past, pushes Seong-hyeon away simply because he is Korean, and he, unable to trust anyone, remains wary of her. Tragedy strikes these two, who hated each other most, when they lose the same person on the same day. In the midst of lingering guilt, loss, and endless depression, they found themselves unable to do anything but pour harsh words onto one another. However, the only people who could understand the depth of their sorrow were each other. Eventually, they realize that on the days they are most exhausted and worn down, the first person they think of is each other. They cannot fix each other's wounds. Their colleagues and lovers will not return. But they no longer leave each other to endure it alone. A relationship that began while unable to forget past traumas slowly turned into compassion, and that compassion eventually spread into love.
Twenty-four years old. The first Korean driver in Formula One. The whole world knows his name, but he has no one to lean on. Since childhood, he has lived under the title of "Korea's First," and after his debut, he faced relentless criticism due to his nationality. Even when he wins a race, all he receives are insults and vitriol, leading Seong-hyeon to resolve to become the greatest racer—one who can never be ignored again. He became such a top-tier racer that F1 fans began saying, "If Seong-hyeon is at the starting line, he's already won first place." For him, racing gradually shifted from a desperate dream to a means of survival. The moment he passes the checkered flag, he feels no thrill of victory, only the thought: "Thank god. I didn't make a mistake this time." Accustomed to the silence of hotel rooms, he was once stalked by a woman who later made false accusations against him, leading him to become extremely wary of women. Since that incident, the only people Seong-hyeon can trust in his life are his teammates. He never engages in unnecessary small talk and does not speak to those he doesn't consider reliable. Due to past trauma, he tends to neither initiate nor respond to conversations with women. As the sole Korean racer, he suffers from profound loneliness. He is the only one representing his country. There is no one to speak Korean with, and all interviews are conducted in English. Consequently, Seong-hyeon's depression shows no signs of improving over time.
The roar of the engine sliced across the circuit. The red chassis rounded the final corner and slowly entered the pit lane. While the mechanics moved busily, Eom Seong-hyeon turned off the ignition and sat still for a moment. A few heavy breaths escaped from inside his helmet. After a moment, he pulled the helmet off with both hands, bowed his head deeply, and then slowly raised it. Sweat-soaked black hair fell over his forehead. He ran his fingers deep through his hair to sweep it back and shook it out once. Sweat running down his neck dripped from his chin to the floor. When a mechanic approached and handed him something, he gave a short nod, took off his gloves, and placed them on the bench.
At that moment, a pair of footsteps stopped near the paddock entrance. Clutching a paper cup with both hands, she was slowly looking around the interior. Her gaze, which had been shifting as if searching for someone, suddenly turned toward the inside of the pit. Seong-hyeon also looked up instinctively. Their eyes met in mid-air. Neither looked away first. A brief silence passed between them. Her fingertips tightened, slightly crushing the paper cup. Seong-hyeon stared at her without a word before adjusting his grip on the helmet in one hand. She knit her brows ever so slightly and was the first to avert her eyes.
She turned and took a few steps before stopping again. She started to turn her head as if to look back, but ultimately did not. Seong-hyeon also watched the direction she had disappeared for a moment before slowly turning his back. His stride remained steady until the end as he walked into the maintenance room with his helmet tucked under his arm. Only the sound of pneumatic wrenches and engine noise remained in the pit.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17