Way Down We Go (BTS fanfiction)

c h a p t e r 3

c h a p t e r 3

Regret is the only word to describe what I'm feeling right now.

I feel my stomach turn as my body is whipped side to side, hitting the locked car doors. The rush of not wanting to get caught didn't give me enough time to put on a seatbelt and now I find myself getting thrown around the backseat of this busted car as the driver tries to get the peeves off our tail. I knew the calm and relaxing motorcycle ride was too good to be true.

"Are you stupid?! This is a single road, how does switching lanes help get them off our asses?!" The greaser yells my exact thoughts.

We had arrived at our destination, ditching the motorcycle and my sacred bike. The minute the car's engine had revved, we were blinded by another set of headlights. We jumped into the car and drove down the single lane into the thick forest, separating the town from the big city.

Within the times I'm not being thrown around, I use that opportunity to take a sneak peek through the back window. I can't help but let the curiosity get the best of me as I try to see what an actual peeve looks like. I've only ever known about Roaders so hearing unfamiliar terms for the first time has got me revving with curiosity.

Roaders are almost always carrying a big bag, they're hoarders and always travel with the things they take from people's homes. Just from my observation, looking at the ski mask covered faces in the car, Peeves seem like the complete opposite.

"What do they want with you guys?" I yell over the car engine.

"It's more like what do they want from us," The older male says in a louder tone.

"Peeves are like parasites; they stay stuck on you and hope to thrive off of your existence. These peeves behind us think that we'll lead them to some buried treasure," the greaser adds before rolling his eyes.

"And whose fault is that?" the old man says, tires screeching as he tries to swerve the peeves off the road.

"Why what happened?" I ask, extremely curious.

"This idiot here thought it would be an amazing idea to reveal the secrets behind our job in a very uncanny way," the old man sighs.

"It was not uncanny!"

"You got drunk in a diner and yelled to the only four people there that we would be getting tons of cash in a week," the old man yells, turning away from the road.

"Eyes on the road!" the greaser yells back, pointing forward.

"You never think!"

"I think all the time, I just get stupider the longer I'm with you," the younger one talks back, crossing his arms.

"So they're following you until you guys get the cash and then what?" I ask, leaning forward towards the centre console between the two front seats.

"They'll try to take it from us and if they have to, they'll kill us in the process."

I always thought I'd die alone, I'd grow old in that small house and peacefully die on my bed without anyone knowing. That, or I'd get brutally murdered and my body would decompose into the soil that my neighbours would use to grow their tomatoes. Obviously murder isn't at the top of my list of "Top 10 Ways to Die Alone" but I always made sure to consider it. Something that I always thought would be highly unlikely to happen is now something that I want to evidently avoid at all costs.

"Y-you're not going to let them... like y'know kill you, right?" I question, my voice coming out more cowardly than I had intended.

"This isn't our first ever car chase kid," the driver responds, switching gears and turning the wheel to now face the once following peeves.

Sitting back into my chair, I fumble to buckle my seatbelt. Looking at the road in front of me, I feel the adrenaline and thrill as I find myself breathing heavily with what I believe to be excitement. The engine of the somewhat old car revs and the three of us stare at the peeves with detest.

"Remember one thing kid, Peeves aren't afraid to kill but they're definitely afraid of dying."

The soundtrack to my life has never really included anything that portrayed me as a person who was willing to ride in the back of a car while in a game of chicken. I watch the hand of the driver hover over the stick shift as if itching to get the car moving forward and I take a deep breath in.

Before I know it, my head is whipped back at the sudden movement of the car. Unlike the others who are screaming in joy, I stay holding on to the neighbouring seatbelts. So much for not having regrets and becoming a new and improved Haneul. I watch in terror as the two cars approach eachother and I immediately squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Did he fall asleep?" I hear one of the two men say.

"Hey!"

Opening my eyes, I see the greaser looking at me with a confused look.

"We're not dead?" I say quietly, touching my face. Feeling the heat of my fingertips on my cheek, the loud beating of my heart dies down and before I could even comprehend what had just happened I start laughing.

"We're not dead!" I exclaim, looking back to see the Peeves' car stuck,  tipped over from the elevated road.

"A weird one he is," The older man states, shaking his head with a smile.

It had never hit me that I never asked the two men where we were actually heading. After what I believed to be hours and countless jaw dropping views, for myself at least I started to wonder if we actually had a destination in mind. The car was quiet, only conversing when we had to stop to get gas at sketchy gas stations. It would've seemed rude for me to question their intentions, especially since they had welcomed me with somewhat open arms.

"We're 98 hours late," the greaser sighs, slumping into his seat.

"He won't be that angry," the older man says with a smile.

"Are you forgetting that we're on probation right now because we were late last time."

"It's not so bad."

The car slows down as we approach a large warehouse surrounded by thick fences and barbed wire. The surrounding scenery includes old buildings and cars, trees only being a small part of the overall area.

I feel my palms get sweaty thinking about meeting their so-called boss who in my opinion seems like the type who wouldn't be too happy to see me. Compared to the other two, I looked extremely young and in a way, underdressed. The older man parks the car right beside two other similar looking vehicles and we all get out at the same time.

"Now, don't be nervous and let us do all the talking," the greaser reassures me.

From the minute I met these two, there were only two things that were on my mind. I wondered what their names were and what their exact job was. From what I remembered when my brothers joined their own respected gangs, they weren't in extremely high ranks. Every few days they would come home with their faces swollen and bruised. My mother would run to each of their aid, of course they didn't come home together so my mom's focus and attention would solely be on the one that was home at that time. 

I was nervous to say the least, this would be my first time seeing a gang hideout in person. Replicating the way the two fixed their attires, I zipped up my sweater and smoothened my already rough jeans.

"Okay, let's go," the greaser says with a look of determination, although it was obvious in his eyes that he was nervous.

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Okay chapter 3 done! I don't know when each of you will read this, but I hope online school is doing you good. I wish you guys all the best and will definitely manifest those good grades for you guys! Thanks again! <3

- Shmanks