highway to hell w. @typicaljisung @0hw3llw0rld @steadycompass
to no one's surprise, lucas has, once again, found himself in deep shit. the damage this time? miyeon's scraped knees. and sprained wrist. among several other small wounds that are the direct result of him not calling out GOT IT! on the volleyball court. ( really, out of all the other instances where shutting the fuck up would've helped him, lucas chose to do so then. )
which brings him here—to the seat where jisung and miyeon have already settled in. it only takes a glimpse at miyeon's wrist to twist him all up. god, he feels so bad.
"you heard me." lucas tries to be casual about it. that is, if propping up an arm over the seat in front of the pair while sporting a ( suspiciously ) tight smile can be classified as casual. "i wanna sit with miyeon. so move." there's definitely a better way to go about this, but jisung knows him so lucas isn't fussed about formalities.
( and if something happens—well, at least micah's in the vicinity. )














