𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 ☆ 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭

two

☆ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢 ☆

"where did you take this thing, through the valley of the shadow of death?" yunho scrunched up his nose, eyeing seonghwa's motorcycle, which was covered in dry mud and dust and chopped up grass up to the cowl. days of hardcore racing telling on it.

"the valley- no!" seonghwa raised his hands, "just the jungle borders, you know. down the laiko area."

yunho scoffed, pushing him back with a palm to the forehead, causing seonghwa to hiss and mutter in indignation. jongho watched from the back desk, working on the new fake i.d. seonghwa requested.

the whole mechanic thing was not really his schtick - it was more yunho's thing than his. jongho mainly managed the forgery and intel gathering from the backseat. it was his specialty after all - getting to know things he wasn't supposed to.

and if it was gossip the crew needed, then durska was the obvious city to settle in. the capital state of strictland was up north, brimmed with resilient security and fearful citizens that were fully propped and would report any sightings. the far corners were full of bounty hunters, mercs and aces.

but durska, a commercial city nestled between the south tropics and east desert, was too concerned with getting by the day than handing in wanted criminals to the government.

it reminded him of lagos, a west african city where he'd been to see his father's sister and her family years ago. the humidity, the spontaneous weather, and the traffic. it was a chaotic area of strictland, almost devoid of genuine government officials.

the perfect place to gather information. the perfect place to settle mostly undisturbed by the law.

jongho was on his third coffee, unsurprisingly. it wasn't his fault, the bickering was giving him a headache, and the americano happened to be cheaper than a coffin.

setting seonghwa's new alias as lee yongtae, jongho cracked his knuckles and saved the finished document. he stood, moving to the printer to set up a plain sheet.

yunho was gently scrubbing off the grime and dirt from the body of seonghwa's motorcycle when the burring engine of their hermoine's rose above the chatter of citizens on the street.

she was back for her scarf. it was a pretty scarf, deep purple, soft cotton. jongho would have gifted it to hongjoong. he liked random accesories.

her tron bike passed the threshold and stopped inside outlaw customs for once, and the citizens stared and whispered. the bodywork was amazing, they'd never get to see something so unique again, but nobody called out to her or took any pictures. fair rule for durskans - try as much as possible to mind your own.

"wow... she's beautiful." seonghwa was short of words, scoping the motorcycle with shameless awe, and then a little bit of envy.

it was so odd, the afternoon and hermoine seemed to be far too distant concepts in jongho's brain. seeing her while the sun was up and the square was swarming, it intensified his headache.

"he." she corrected while touching down, her voice thick with hostility. he'd never seen her so bothered before. a frown was etched unto her features, and a depth to her tone.

jongho sighed, slipping the printed and cropped i.d. into plastic casing and slapping it into seonghwa's chest.

"zip it, lee youngtae."