COME FLY WITH ME, LET’S FLOAT DOWN TO THE MOON
@orbhyuna
“you know you’re really lucky i used to do this kind of thing in my sleep,” he tells her between the lightstick in his teeth, strategic wires curled around certain fingers while he pulls and prods the circuits, hotwiring the door to override about 7 locks so it’ll open without alarming the whole damn building. he’s pretty sure they can get kicked out of the resistance for this sort of thing, but one such as jaewon cannot be kept in a bunker, away from the machines that give his life meaning. he has to be around planes as often as possible, and after committing a certain, admittedly dumb maneuver in the training sessions yesterday, he’s been “suspended” from flight class for the weekend.
suspended. what the fuck does that even mean?
and besides, hyuna is apparently curious enough to tag along with him. curious of what, he can’t say, whether it’s the planes or flying or if he actually can hack into this multi-barricaded hangar on his own. they haven’t known each other long, so it’s possible she might think they would instead need someone from tech to be here, but jaewon grins as a lever shifts and the cranking of gears fills the air. “atta girl.” he carefully reassembles a few of the wires, leaving the rest in a heap for whenever they decide to leave again. he’ll have to rewire the doors on their way out, assuming they don’t get caught, but he’s not going to think about that just yet.
he strides into the hangar, his black boots clomping across the metal floor, full of surety and purpose as he makes his way over to one of the bigger planes, obviously with the most guns on it, and an impressive wingspan. he’s got to keep his voice down but he reaches up and runs his fingers across the side of it, looking back over his shoulder at her. “here it is, this is my baby. i swear to jabba, i’m going to fly it one of these days—they’re either going to let me or i’m stealing it.” he is not here for all this politically-correctness bullshit.
