Burnout ⊗ Jeongchan

⑤ Tyrant

Minho and Jisung led Jeongin to an awkward cirlce consisting of three cars parked in an unorganized fashion. There was a car's length missing from one of the sides, and the remaining three were either parked with their sides or their bumpers facing inwards.

It was near a far corner of the garage and not many people were gathered nearby, besides for the two waiting inside of the lopsided shape. One was leaning against the bumper of a slick black car while the other sat on the floor next to him, squinting at a phone screen emitting bright light in the dark room. They were done up in a similar fashion to Minho; simple attire with flashy accessories, the only difference besides color schemes was one wearing a baggy hoodie with a snapback and the other not having sleeves on his black shirt at all. Was the Hub warm or was it cold?

"Boys, I bring drinks! Soda for Hyunjin and coffee for Changbin," Minho snapped at them, grabbing their attention immediately as he passed out the drinks to them. He then turned back to Jisung and Jeongin, pushing the younger forward a bit while he snatched the drink Jisung was holding and opened it, "Also, meet Jeongin. Jeongin, meet these people I wish I didn't know. He's a friend of ours so treat him like he's part of the crew."

"Are you sure you brought him?" The one on the floor asked, focused more on the tab of the can that he couldn't get his finger under. He then lightly nudged the shorter one leaning against the car like he were trying to get him to agree with him, "He looks like he wandered into a dark alley and you two kidnapped him."

Minho laughed. He strutted to the driver's side of a red car that formed the circle and opened the door, shouting over the music, "Which, may be true!"

Meanwhile, Jeongin stood awkwardly where he was left. Minho was fiddling with something in the console of the vehicle while Jisung had already abandoned his side. The youngest couldn't help but keep his gaze down and his arms glued stiff to his sides, feeling way too out of place. He thought about the homework in his backpack that he would have to work on when he got home and the headache he would have from staying up waking in the morning. A voice broke him from his thoughts.

"My name is Changbin. This one here is Hyunjin," The shorter one leaning against the car spoke up, gesturing to himself then to the one on the floor who gave a small wave and a smile before focusing back to his drink he couldn't open. Jeongin nodded quietly as Changbin scooted over a little, giving a quick pat to the trunk of his car, "Why don't you sit up here? Then we can talk with you more."

"That's bad for the car, isn't it? Is that really okay?" Jeongin bubbled as he slowly found the guts to unroot from his spot and shuffle to the others waiting for him to take a seat.

Jisung tore his eyes from the phone and pitched in, "We wreck these things on the daily anyway. Just hop up there."

"No, you wreck them on the daily."

The younger bit down hard on his lip. After a few unsure test bounces and rocking on his heels multiple times he was able to get up with no problem, though it wasn't that high off the ground in the first place. He adjusted himself, hanging his feet off the edge and tucking his hands under his legs, before relaxing into the spot and letting a smile poke out to let them know he was settled.

There was a loud pop from Hyunjin. Jisung who was beside him shot up as Changbin turned his back to the scene. The soda he had expolded as soon as he was able to wrestle the tab back, spraying everywhere as he tried covering it with his hands and the bottom of his shirt. When that didn't work in his favor he tossed it out the open side of the circle, getting the sugary liquid on everything it flew by. Giving it a second look once it stopped shooting out the contents, Jeongin recognized the can as the one Minho had shaken earlier when he waved to him and Jisung, who by now was giggling hysterically.