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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𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
The last thing Damien expected to do was get arrested by the feds while Han was gone. When Damien was awoken by the door slamming open, in a pair of shorts, thankfully, Han was gone. The feds were ever so kind enough to at least let Damien get a hoodie on and some shoes. Damien couldn't believe how unlucky he fucking was. He thought he had ditched the feds back in Chicago – he had a few days to sit around and wait. But apparently, Han lied.
Damien sat in a room, by himself. He was handcuffed to the table, waiting to be interviewed by someone else. Damien's head leaned against his arm; eyes closed. At least he got to sleep with Han before this shit went down. But Damien had a hard time believing that Han had just left in the middle of the night, right before Damien was arrested. He must have known about Damien's name being wanted.
Damien seriously doubted that Han went behind his back and told the feds where to find him. Han was by no means a rule follower – Han wouldn't rat him out to the feds, not without smearing his own name in the process.
Damien was pretty sure he fell asleep at some point while he impatiently waited. There were two options for him, and both ended with him going back to South Korea to face time there. With everything he had done in the States – illegal street racing, illegal drugs, underage drinking and drugs use, the list went on with what Damien did while he was in California, right behind his grandparents' back. Even if he was charged in the states, he'd be deported back to South Korea to face trail there too. Now that he was legally an adult in the eyes of South Korea, he'd be thrown into prison just for the weed use.
Damien saw no good outcome out of this. Even with the truth, that no one would believe anyway. Why would the feds believe him? His blood was at the scene, it was his car, Angel was technically his friend. Angel was more Kas' friend than Damien's, and there was a part of him that wanted Angel dead after drugging him, but those were kept to himself. He never uttered a single word about those dark thoughts.
His sleep was interrupted when someone cleared their throat. Damien slowly lifted his head up. He lowered it briefly to yawn by his arm. "About damn time," Damien commented. Damien didn't even hide the fact that he knew English, it was pointless to do so since they already had his record. "Took you guys long enough." Damien complained.
The blond, blue eyed agent laughed. He actually lauged at Damien's complaint. Damien looked at the agent with a confused look on his face. He truly wasn't expecting a laugh out of him.
Either it was actually humored by Damien, or he was just laughing sarcastically to lighten the blow of Damien's deportation.
Damien watched as the blondie sat down with no one else entering the room. Damien found that curious – he doubted they were going to be kind to him. The feds when he first was taken in grilled up up and down, but they got the answers that Damien never planned on uttering. Damien knew they thought he was lying, they probably sent in a newbie fed to get the real story, someone that Damien would relate to better than somebody jackass in a three-piece suit in their 50s.
