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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𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
Eun Bi and In Seong grew concerned about Damien's actions. Yes, he was eighteen, legally they had no rights to him. That didn't mean that Damien's actions didn't concern them. He broke a few of the "rules" they put in place about Damien's hobbies and In Seong caught Damien smoking weed in the backyard one evening when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Damien was sitting on the porch, smoking. At first In Seong thought it was just a cigarette, knowing that Damien did smoke and smoked behind their backs. But In Seong knew better than to believe that when he caught a whiff of the smell. He didn't think his grandson would start to spiral in that way.
But what really concerned them was when Damien brought home the car he bought with the money he won from the street races. After agreeing to not race, Damien was going out every night to races, and almost getting caught several times by the cops. There was a specific reason why Eun Bi and In Seong told Damien they didn't want him racing anymore.
They knew about Dominic Toretto and his crew; they heard all about what happened. They didn't want Damien to go down the same road.
Eun Bi was the one who saw Han for the first time. Damien was coming home late; a lot later than he should have been. Han was with him, laughing and enjoying his time with Damien. Eun Bi watched from the window of the entryway – there was something about Han that Eun Bi didn't trust. She suspected that Han was the reason that Damien was becoming someone they couldn't recognize.
However, what his grandparents didn't know was the Damien they were seeing was the one everyone saw back in South Korea. His father, Eun Chae, his street racing crew, everyone. That was the Damien he had always been, he just put up a good mask in front of his grandparents, knowing how traditional his grandmother was. Damien kept that part of his life to himself to keep the peace.
"I need you to stay away from that man you've been hanging out with lately," Damien lifted his head up with a mouthful of noodles from the cold noodle dish his grandmother made. Damien made a confused face as he slurped up the noodles, biting them away from where they were dangling from the chopsticks.
"What?" Damien questioned with a mouthful of noodles. He chewed and swallowed before continuing. "What are you talking about? You've met Joaquin, you like him." Damien said.
Joaquin stopped by an hour ago to hang out with Damien while he was in the neighborhood. He was dropping his little sister off at a birthday party in the area and decided to stop by for a visit until the party was over.
"Not Joaquin, Damien," At least Damien got that out of his grandmother. Since deciding to go by his English name, his grandmother, in particular, had a hard time with the name change. And like his father, thought the name meant "the son of Satan."
