DRIVE. | Luwoo.

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"Give them up," Jungwoo said as he felt his body shrink with the slightest intimidation.

"Or what?"

People were all over the place around the two guys and even though most of them were too busy trying to handle their liquor, the soft boy didn't want to have a potentially embarrassing exchange in front of them.

Lucas could tell the man in front of him was a little bit tense and it came off as kind of cute, but although he didn't necessarily like the flower boy that stood in front of him he had no reason to hold on to his keys anymore.

He shrugs, placing the keys that hung from a snoopy lanyard on the hood of the blue Honda. Jungwoo was relieved and he quickly leaned to the side snatching his keys.

He glanced at Lucas one more time just to make sure he wasn't planning anything in his mischievous eyes.

"You might want to move so I can pull out of here, I mean unless you want to get run over" Jungwoo warns swinging the driver's side door open.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, not sure what he should say. He kind of wanted to conversate longer with the gas station clerk. Although they didn't get off to a great start. Lucas sort of liked the looks of Jungwoo.

Out of his work attire, his soft smooth cheeks and sincere warm facial expressions sassy or not made Lucas a little bit curious. He was so soft, he was exactly the type of guy Lucas had a weakness for.

Beeeeeep

Jungwoo presses the center of his steering wheel, making a few people glance over towards his vehicle. Lucas snapped out of his brief daydream and quickly turned on his heels to rejoin the party.

Looks weren't everything, even to Lucas, and the way he saw the older boy slowly and safely pull out of the gravel driveway made him cringe. There's no way he'd settle down with a boring guy like that.

" Or what?" Jungwoo repeated as he pushed his key into the back doors knob ready to be back in his home where he belonged.

He shivered as he closed the door behind him. He could tell his mother was home. She always kept the house so cold and the TV so loud.

He traveled through the wide hallway that leads him to the dining room, his young mother sat at the table a glass of wine to the left of her, a stack of receipts and billing tools to the right of her.

This is how most nights were for the busy mother. Jungwoo never saw it any other way ever since he was young he saw this image. He admired his hard-working mom so much.

" You're still up you should get some sleep, the restaurant opens early on weekends." The sons says grabbing his mother's wine glass so he could refill it for her.

" Yes, yes you'd be surprised that I know that huh, it's almost as if I own this restaurant your speaking of" she replies making her son pop a smirk as he returned to the glass dining table. Jungwoo definitely got his sass from his mother.

He moved the glass to the coaster that sat near his mother and he found himself a seat across from her, Deciding he should put in some work as well.

The sound of his backpack unzipping joined the sound of his mother's thin fingers tapping away at the old calculator she used to manage the family restaurants finances.

"What'd you just get back from doing?"  The boy cleared his throat clicking the pen he had in hand a few times being sure there was ink left.

"Kun dragged me along to meet his cousin, total disaster." The boy admits.

It was normal for the both of them to tell each other what was going on in their lives. They were close. The whole house was.

"Mmmm well your father is at the restaurant cutting the produce for tomorrow's lunch rush...are you going to come help?" Jungwoo sighed deeply.