Serenei opted not to return home that night, having been gradually moving her belongings to Han's place. She anticipated the forthcoming confrontation between Sean and their father and preferred to avoid the impending chaos.
Arranging a ride home for both Serenei and Han, Takashi's friends ensured their safe passage. However, the conversation between them remained muted until they reached Han's apartment. Han, unlocking the door, gestured for Serenei to enter first.
"Are you mad?" he inquired, locking the door behind them as they shed their shoes, placing the keys in a drawer.
"I'm not mad. I'm just-" Serenei sighed, making her way to the bedroom.
"If I knew what a driver he was-" Han interjected, following her. She turned around, scoffing.
"Look, Han." She patted his chest, signaling him to sit down.
"You never listen to what I have to say. You never listen to anything anyone has to say, for that matter, because you don't take shit from anyone." she expressed while changing into sleep clothes.
"But it's my brother! Of course, I'm gonna know he's a shit driver, I told you. All the blood and sweat you've put into that car..." she remarked, sitting on the bed.
"I'm sorry. I should've listened to you and I'm not just saying that. I regret it. We both put a lot of work in that car." Han confessed after a moment of silence.
"So what's up with the whole don't leave town?" she mocked him.
"I'm not sure yet. I'll see about it tomorrow morning," he replied, closing the light.
The next morning, Han left a message for Serenei, informing her that he was arranging for Sean to pick up his money after school. Once their business was concluded, Han called Serenei, notifying her that they were on their way to pick her up. Upon arrival, she sat in the back.
"You're in the pickup and delivery business now. I might call you once a week or once an hour." Han remarked, glancing at Serenei in the rear-view mirror.
"I don't care if you're sick as a dog or in bed with Beyonce. I call, you show." he continued, turning to Sean.
"Only if you teach me how to drift." Sean pushed.
"This ain't a negotiation," Han asserted.
"I wasn't negotiating," Sean smirked.
"I take it this afternoon went well." Serenei placed her palm on Han's shoulder.
"You know it, baby." Han smiled subtly.
"Wait you two-" Sean gestured, looking back at them.
"Eyes on the road, cowboy." Serenei pushed his head forward, ending the conversation.
Serenei turned her attention away from the streets of Tokyo for the remainder of the drive. This city had become her home a few years ago. The lights, the cars, the people. Han. It brought out a new side in her—more bold and daring, more happy, and content.
They arrived at a small Casino shop. Han lead the way up to the front with Serenei behind him and Sean in the back. They encountered one of Takashi's minions, who ushered them towards his boss. They arrived inside a small room at the back of the building. She knew they were going to discuss business sooner or later, so she didn't exactly understand why they brought Sean with him.
When Takashi and Morimoto took notice of them, they cleared the room. DK's eyes trailed over her but scrunched up at the sight of her half-brother.
"What's he doing here?" DK inquired upon noticing Sean.
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TOKYO DRIFT, Han Lue ✓
Fanfiction❝ You're my Bonnie and I'm your Clyde. ❞ Portuguese translation: @aglopc Spanish translation: @DannaAuditore ━━ TOKYO DRIFT 🕊️ 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝖾! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽! edited! -𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜
