DRIVE! (hiatus)

Thunder

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Bobby bounces his legs nonstop, his fingers tapping on the table like he can't stand to wait another second. His eyes glaring at the police officer behind the desk, he's not trying to be polite nor keeping his gazes neutral. He's annoyed, bored.

"Would you stop?" the officer pointed at his bouncing leg with his eyes.

"No." he replied while crooking his head, "any problems with someone's anxiety?" he stressed the word.

The officer scoffed before stood up and left the table.

Bobby is watching him talking to another officer, both pair of eyes turning to him while they whispering something. Bobby smirked, showing his fang while nodding.

"Give him his friend." The other officer says and then disappearing to his office.

Bobby spent another five minutes waiting again. Alone. He eyeing the TV hung on a wall, a news about Grand Prix in Monaco. The winner hold the oversized champagne, he popped it and the foam spraying all over the place, that guy wearing the biggest smile, showing his expensive white teeth.

"Loser..." he murmured.

Suddenly he heard rough steps from inside. An officer brought someone he's been waiting for all this time, someone he bailed out from behind the bar, his friend, DK.

"One more time I saw you shit face doing another illegal street racing, I'll burn down your ugly car and make sure you root in jail."

DK shrugged his shoulder, freeing himself from the officer while his face obviously brighter to see Bobby.

"Hyung!" he grins.

Bobby stand off the chair and walking outside.

"Thank you~" DK clutched his arm with Bobby's.

He snatched it, "gross." He said.

It was a night of their routine illegal racing in a rarely used highway at the city side of Seoul, more than hundred cars hierarchically parked, from the expensive rides that pretentiously modified to the old babe with unnecessary add ons in the engine, all lined up in an immaculate row.

Music blasting from the local DJs, girls in short dresses walking around, guys with smokes in their hands or bottle of beers laughing while trying to brag about their cars.

But all of them—like it or not—bows down to one man, the illegitimate thunder of the street racing, the one who slating like a lightning, Bobby Kim. He didn't get his reputation for nothing, he built it from the scratch, from when people only see him as the rat of the street. Now people of Seoul illegal racing will get instant hair stand-up shiver only to hear he's joining a race.

Everyone knew they'd lose.

That night Bobby didn't waste his tires to be in the race, yet he only want to watch, to see if one of his guy, Chanwoo, is doing good. He doesn't have to be great yet, good is okay.

But suddenly the chaos happened, they didn't know an intruder was between them, just few minutes before the flag down, long sirenes heard from a far.

Everyone jumped into their vehicles and started to swarm around like a confuse ants when the bread they claimed is removed by human, before speeding away.

DK was in Chanwoo's car, helping him do the final check when the police came. His car wasn't anywhere near him but he refused to go with Chanwoo. He loves his old Toyota so much to leave her alone.