TOKYO DRIFT, Han Lue ✓

04| WAX ON, WAX OFF

Han and Serenei found themselves in the midst of an intimate moment, wrapped up in each other. Their make-out session was abruptly interrupted when Twinkie barged into the garage unannounced. Hands tangled in her waist, and hers in his hair, the couple hastily composed themselves as Twinkie entered.

"Han, man! We gotta go!" Twinkie exclaimed, having caught them off guard. A bit flustered, they straightened up.

"They're gonna start without- God damn! My bad, sorry!" Twinkie quickly retreated around the corner, his eyes widening at the sight he unintentionally stumbled upon.

"Twink. A little warning next time," Serenei huffed.

"Nu-uh. I gave y'all a warning when I told you I was coming."

"Suck it up. You've seen worse."

The group drove to the football field, where they spent the night. Han and Sean engaged in a conversation atop the tower while Serenei sat on the ground, enjoying the laughter and joyous screams of her friends who were engaged in a game of football.

Han's message came through on her phone, informing her that he and Sean had gone for a drive.

Han: Sean and I went for a drive.

Serenei: No funny business, be safe.

When Han returned for her, he didn't specify where they went. The next day, they found themselves on the drift mountain. Sean and Han competed, with Sean ultimately winning. Serenei advised Sean to be cautious of DK and his Yakuza connections.

"There's no wax on, wax off with drifting. Learn by doin' it." Serenei told him, leaning down to speak with him through the window.

"The first drifters invented drifting out here in the mountains by feeling it. So feel it." Han patted him on the shoulder.

"Again!" Han repeated numerous times as Serenei observed her younger brother follow in their footsteps. This routine persisted over the following days, showcasing noticeable improvement. Though Serenei's harbored concerns, she trusted that Sean was in capable hands.

Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered in the background, refusing to part. DK came to visit them in the garage's office once where Han paid him for the shipment. Serenei stayed silent when she noticed Han giving her a look. One weekend, Sean even managed to beat Morimoto in a drift race. It was safe to say that he was ready for this world.

Now settled in front of the garage, the routine continued—Sean drifting, Twinkie playing games, and Han and Serenei spending time together, nestled on the couch. There were moments when Han joined Sean in the car, leaving Serenei anxious for their safety.

"Hey, Twink, I'mma grab a set." Twinkie and Serenei immediately stood up, protesting the idea of another set.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Another set?" Twinkie exclaimed.

"No. Look, that was your set today. I mean, them tires ain't cheap!" Serenei argued, attempting to prevent Sean from taking another set. However, Sean pushed her aside, knocking into Twinkie.

"Calm down," Han chuckled under his shades as he pulled Serenei onto his lap.

"He needs to chill."

"Hey, cupids, we got company," Twinkie warned, and they all turned to see DK and his friends approaching, driving rather fast.

"Han?" Serenei questioned, sensing trouble. She was right, something was bound to happen.

"I don't know what they're doing here," he sighed and motioned for her to stand up. The encounter turned confrontational as DK and his friends confronted the group. Hna wanted to ease the tension with a snarky comment but DK walked straight by him. Tensions rose, and DK punched Sean, triggering Serenei's anger.

"DK relax!" she stepped forward, but Morimoto pushed her back, stumbling. This bitch.

"Hey!" Han pulled up Serenei, sliding an arm around her waist.

"Stay away from her, or the only thing you'll be driving is a wheelchair," DK warned Sean. Great, it was about a girl.

"Find a new driver," he scoffed, turning around to tell them.

"Why don't you find someone else to torture?" she muttered but DK heard her.

"Not a word," he barked and drove away. It didn't go unnoticed by Han.

"What'd you expect? You didn't just play with fire, you soaked matches with gasoline," he sighed, prompting Serenei to roll her eyes.

"Ser, come with me," Han said, signaling for her to join him. They walked inside, sitting on the chair, while Han leaned on the railing.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing, Han."

"Have you been doing business with DK?" he asked calmly, but Serenei saw the concern in his eyes.

Years prior, when Serenei discovered that the bar she was employed at belonged to DK, he expressed interest in her, attempting to engage in conversations with the hope of winning her affection. Despite being aware that Han had captured her attention, Takashi persisted in his pursuit.

One day, during a background check on Serenei, he unveiled her financial struggles, burdened by student loans and other debts. Seizing this opportunity, he extended a loan offer to her. Naively, she accepted the money, oblivious to the Yakuza connections. To this day, she had not managed to repay the loan in full.

"Define doing business..." she avoided eye contact.

"When were you planning to tell me?" he sighed, running a hand though his hair.

"Look, I needed the fucking money, this was before I met you-" she stood up, taking a step toward him. He put his hands on her hips.

"That's not the problem! With all of the money we've been borrowing lately..." he lowered his tone.

"And, well, actually stealing, not borrowing. We look suspicious." she solidified.

"The fuck are we gonna do now Clyde?" Serenei leaned into him, prompting him to hug her. He wrapped his arms around her, putting his chin on the top of her head. He laughed at her comment.

"I don't know Bonnie." he chuckled, inhaling her scent.

"We're about to die, and you're unbelievable," she said, rolling her eyes, at him laughing.