dahyun
the mountains on the horizon clustered in a bunch. i imagined the mountains shivering under their white fur coats, wishing for the snow to melt away. leaning my head against the murky glass window, i stared at the white scenery. the seats under me were damp and the noise inside the van was increasingly getting louder.
after deciding to find my missing father, jimin and i caught a ride with some people on a van. everyone on board was either covered in tattoos, smoking a joint or pierced in every part of their body. jimin initially wanted to reject their offer of a ride, but they seemed nice and was willing to help so i insisted.
we've been travelling for more than three hours on the dirt road. jimin sometimes fell asleep but woke up when the lady beside him danced in her seat at odd occasions.
"potty break!" the driver yelled, pulling into an empty gas station. he stopped the van and the rumbling feeling under our seats eventually stopped.
"imma get a drink," jimin told me.
"me too, " i replied, quietly trailing behind him. stepping down from the van, i instantly felt the chilling air fill my lungs. there was a crunch of the icy layer on the ground as we walked. i followed jimin into the store.
there was hardly anything inside except for the man standing behind the cash register, chewing his gum obnoxiously loud.
"i'm just gunna get water, everything in here looks fucking rank," jimin uttered, walking towards the dusty fridge. i followed close behind him, grabbing a bag of chips on the way.
jimin cringed in disgust, eyeing the several water bottles. he looked away, muttering, "nevermind, i'm not thirsty anyway. let's just pay for those chips and leave."
i nodded, following him to the cash register.
our eyes perked when we heard something unusual. "what was that?" i questioned, looking out through the glass windows.
it sounded like motorcycles but..a big group of them.
"i don't know..but i don't like it," jimin muttered.
the cashier spoke over the noise, "that will be five bucks," oblivious to the approaching sound of a biker gang zooming through the entrance and stopped a few meters from the van.
our heads snapped towards the sudden appearance.
a huge cloud of dust dispersed into the air. everyone had their eyes trained on the biker gang who cockily stood with their helmets in their hands. i eyed their leather jackets, slicked back hair and their guns lodged in their pockets.
there was silence, no one moved a muscle.
one of the gang members turned his head, gazing at the van. a smirk played on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. he turned back to look at the store. through the glass, his eyes landed on me and jimin.
"let's go, fellas," he spoke, starting to walk towards the store. his dozen pack of men followed him, entering the store one by one.
soon, we were surrounded by them.
well shit.
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alunaticdi x
