ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
ɴᴏ, ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ
ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴ'
Everyone looked at Damien Noh as if he was the troubled kid. He wasn't troubled, he was just Damien, but no one seeme...
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𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐞
Han Lue only came back for one thing – his grandmother's funeral. If it wasn't for that simple fact, Han wouldn't have shown his face back in California. His sister somehow found a number that Han still had registered. Han headed up towards Koreatown, where his grandmother's funeral would be taking place. He stopped by a convenience store on the way to grab a couple of things before meeting his family for the day.
As soon as Han walked up to the gas station, he saw someone around the corner, opening a fresh pack of cigarettes. It had been a few years since Han quit smoking out of the blue. He decided after what happened that he needed to give up smoking. Now, he kept his hands and mouth occupied with food instead.
Han entered the convenience store, grabbing what he needed.
Damien leaned against the side wall of the convenience store, lighting up his first cigarette in over three months. Since moving to California and living with his grandparents, they didn't allow him to smoke in their home, despite his grandmother smoking nearly a pack a day on her own.
Damien tried to quit cold turkey, but four months into living in California, he needed a fix. He flicked the lighter closed, slipping it into his pocket. He tilted his head back, taking a long drag from the cigarette. Damien's eyes slipped closed for a moment, blowing the smoke into the air.
Damien licked his lips, taking a deep breath.
One day, Damien would stop smoking, but today wasn't that day. He opened his eyes, taking another drag. He pulled out the fake ID that someone at the street race helped him obtain. At the moment, Damien couldn't apply for anything that could get him a citizenship in the United States. And considering he didn't know if he wanted to stay in the United States for the foreseeable future, Damien was screwed without an ID.
He blew the smoke out of his mouth as he pocketed the fake ID.
Damien had driven his grandfather's Impala to the gas station nearby. In Seong knew that Damien was taking his car out to get gas and pick up a few things from the station. Damien grabbed what his grandfather wanted and two packs of cigarettes from himself.
Han walked out of the gas station with a bag in hand. He turned his head, seeing the guy he saw earlier. He was still leaning against the wall, smoking away. He seemed to be in his own little world, distracted by life. Han was once like that – but the travels he had been doing seemed to open him up to new experiences, people, and races.
Han went to walk off but stopped himself. He looked back, noticing how young the guy looked. He turned, calling out, "At least you had the thought of not smoking next to the pump."
Damien turned his head, staring directly at the man who called out to him. The cigarette hung between his lips. Damien wasn't sure what came over him, but he just continued to stare. The ash fell off the tip of the cigarette, hitting Damien's shoe. Damien drew himself out of his thoughts. "I'm not interested in becoming an arson." Damien said, removing the cigarette from between his lips.
