Jinho knew as soon as Junhee admitted there was a lot of cops what the other racer was going to propose as a plan - and he hated it. “Fuck, you know I hate it when we have to do this, Youngie.” Jinho glanced over momentarily at the arm squeeze, not at all reassured. He knew Junhee could handle himself, but the thought of him getting caught or worse, getting hurt, was too much to bear. “Okay, but you better be careful. Please, no unnecessary risks, okay? Just drive and get free.” @mcnagcrie
"i promise." junhee promised and squeezed jinho's arm once more before he yeets himself out of the moving car when yeosang slowed down near his car, hitting the ground with quiet pained groans. it never gets easier the more he does it. junhee scrambled up to his feet, dirt be damned and gets into his car so he can get out the area with half the cops on his trail for the wild goose chase that never fails to stump them.
two hours later and slightly banged up from jumping out of the car, junhee walked into the diner and made his way to the booth where he first met jinho and the rest of the crew before becoming fast friends with them. junhee winced when he slid into the booth, hand curling over his ribs - thankfully not broken, just bruised from the fall.
[ text; ho ho ] i'm in our usual booth, are you close?









