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paglambingfandom: stayc
rating: gen
word count: 626
other tags: formula 1 au, very ambiguous and implied blink-and-you'll-miss-it sieumin because i am me, a character study of sorts, barely linear narrative
A/N: fortaintedroses! one of our favorite headcanons(?) is sieun in ferrari because of the mick parallels so here it is, a silly little character study!
i also want to be transparent and say that this took an annoyingly long time to accomplish because 1) i had a terrible week last week, and 2) this is the 5th iteration of my gift. this file is literally titled "frankie vday fic v5... thoughts and prayers" LOL
but anyway, happy very late valentines frankie <3 i love you a bunch
♥︎
You’d think Sieun would grow fond of the color red. Form an emotional attachment of sorts to it, even.
But she isn’t. And yet here she is, surrounded by it the way she has been her entire life.
It’s—a nebulous feeling, to say the least. Ferrari has always been a home away from home for her, but she’s treading unfamiliar ground here, in the race suit and in the spotlight, snatched away from the periphery she’s been in during the most important years of her life.
Exposure to the high-end, high-risk-high-reward industry of motorsport is one thing. The sheer amount of emotions that come with actually being in it is an entirely different web that Sieun hasn’t learned how to untangle yet.
As with most things, it starts with her father.
Maybe she’s being a little biased here but—legend is an understatement. Park Namjung was (and still is) a household name, strung along with the words world champion and Ferrari in the same breath.
Sieun is a legacy. (A nepo baby, as they say.) It’s an awfully big cross to bear, and everyone knows that. They don’t waste time reminding her of it, because how else would she be here right now if it wasn’t thrust upon her? There’s the constant need to prove herself worthy of a seat, of the red car in the paddocks, of the emblem on her suit. It’s an itch she can’t quite scratch.
(She’s reconciled with the fact that no one will ever be satisfied. But it doesn’t mean that it’s not there. It crawls through her skin, reminding her.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.)
She’s tempted to feign naivety, letting the My Dad Is Arguably The Greatest Driver That Ever Lived bit roll off her shoulders, but it’s a tall order. Sieun is only 5’1” after all.
But in all honesty—it’s branded on her at this point. Park Sieun, daughter of Formula 1 driver Park Namjung. Park Sieun joins Formula 2. Park Sieun makes her F1 debut in the Haas F1 team. Park Sieun joins Scuderia Ferrari, following in her father’s footsteps.
If she doesn’t think too much about it, it’s fun sometimes: press conferences despite the jitters, getting dinner with Sumin after being herded into a meeting room for a two hour briefing, filming Tiktoks and short vlogs that get uploaded on the team’s socials.
She finds a friend in Seeun from AlphaTauri and tells Sumin all about her. It’s one part relief and another part comfort, knowing that there’s someone around her age on the paddock. Someone who understands, at least a little bit, what it’s like to be in Formula 1.
(The media frames it as a rivalry and Sieun is quick to deny it. On the track, everyone is your rival, she says. But it’s different off track. Seeunie is my friend and someone I hold a lot of respect for.)
When she looks at herself now wearing the race suit, wearing the helmet, in a sport that her dad loved (loves) so much—she doesn’t know who she’s looking at. It feels like there’s two of her, one stuck in the margins of reports of her father’s success, and another carving out a name for herself.
Sieun wants. She wants to bring dignity to the Park family name. She wants to wear a different crown, one that she made all on her own. She wants her father to be proud of her.
She sinks into the car, hands dropping from the halo to the steering wheel.
Sieun wants. She lets herself want.
And it’s lights out, and away we go—
(You’d think Sieun would grow fond of the color red.
She could be, if she wanted to.
She wills herself to try.)
rating: gen
word count: 626
other tags: formula 1 au, very ambiguous and implied blink-and-you'll-miss-it sieumin because i am me, a character study of sorts, barely linear narrative
A/N: for
taintedroses! one of our favorite headcanons(?) is sieun in ferrari because of the mick parallels so here it is, a silly little character study!i also want to be transparent and say that this took an annoyingly long time to accomplish because 1) i had a terrible week last week, and 2) this is the 5th iteration of my gift. this file is literally titled "frankie vday fic v5... thoughts and prayers" LOL
but anyway, happy very late valentines frankie <3 i love you a bunch
You’d think Sieun would grow fond of the color red. Form an emotional attachment of sorts to it, even.
But she isn’t. And yet here she is, surrounded by it the way she has been her entire life.
It’s—a nebulous feeling, to say the least. Ferrari has always been a home away from home for her, but she’s treading unfamiliar ground here, in the race suit and in the spotlight, snatched away from the periphery she’s been in during the most important years of her life.
Exposure to the high-end, high-risk-high-reward industry of motorsport is one thing. The sheer amount of emotions that come with actually being in it is an entirely different web that Sieun hasn’t learned how to untangle yet.
As with most things, it starts with her father.
Maybe she’s being a little biased here but—legend is an understatement. Park Namjung was (and still is) a household name, strung along with the words world champion and Ferrari in the same breath.
Sieun is a legacy. (A nepo baby, as they say.) It’s an awfully big cross to bear, and everyone knows that. They don’t waste time reminding her of it, because how else would she be here right now if it wasn’t thrust upon her? There’s the constant need to prove herself worthy of a seat, of the red car in the paddocks, of the emblem on her suit. It’s an itch she can’t quite scratch.
(She’s reconciled with the fact that no one will ever be satisfied. But it doesn’t mean that it’s not there. It crawls through her skin, reminding her.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.)
She’s tempted to feign naivety, letting the My Dad Is Arguably The Greatest Driver That Ever Lived bit roll off her shoulders, but it’s a tall order. Sieun is only 5’1” after all.
But in all honesty—it’s branded on her at this point. Park Sieun, daughter of Formula 1 driver Park Namjung. Park Sieun joins Formula 2. Park Sieun makes her F1 debut in the Haas F1 team. Park Sieun joins Scuderia Ferrari, following in her father’s footsteps.
If she doesn’t think too much about it, it’s fun sometimes: press conferences despite the jitters, getting dinner with Sumin after being herded into a meeting room for a two hour briefing, filming Tiktoks and short vlogs that get uploaded on the team’s socials.
She finds a friend in Seeun from AlphaTauri and tells Sumin all about her. It’s one part relief and another part comfort, knowing that there’s someone around her age on the paddock. Someone who understands, at least a little bit, what it’s like to be in Formula 1.
(The media frames it as a rivalry and Sieun is quick to deny it. On the track, everyone is your rival, she says. But it’s different off track. Seeunie is my friend and someone I hold a lot of respect for.)
When she looks at herself now wearing the race suit, wearing the helmet, in a sport that her dad loved (loves) so much—she doesn’t know who she’s looking at. It feels like there’s two of her, one stuck in the margins of reports of her father’s success, and another carving out a name for herself.
Sieun wants. She wants to bring dignity to the Park family name. She wants to wear a different crown, one that she made all on her own. She wants her father to be proud of her.
She sinks into the car, hands dropping from the halo to the steering wheel.
Sieun wants. She lets herself want.
And it’s lights out, and away we go—
(You’d think Sieun would grow fond of the color red.
She could be, if she wanted to.
She wills herself to try.)
