[ invictus ]

You let me violate you         You let me desecrate you                 You let me penetrate you                                 You let me complicate you

But he could tell that something about this felt different. The concentrated look on Jongin’s face was different than that of a kid fusing some wires together to go on a joyride in a fancy car. His eyes were serious and Jongdae could tell that this was work, not play. Suddenly, a sense of dread pooled in Jongdae’s stomach and he was remembering a mass of broken glass and crushed metal that haunted his dreams and reminded him how short life is. Everything can change in an instance, and this /reeked/ of danger. So he knocked on the window, throat dry as he croaked out, “What have you done?” hoping for an explanation.

Jongin finished counting the stack he was working on and secured it with a rubber band afterwards, his eyes on his friend rather than the actual cash itself; This was something he'd done so many times that it was practically an instinctive behavior of his. Jongin spoke again, his words possessing a more serious quality than they had before. "What makes you think I'm going to answer that question? That could prove to be disastrous for me. Not that I don't trust you or anything. Plus, it's rather obvious, but I suppose you'd still like an actual answer."

Deciding that this situation was going slightly downhill for Joonmyun, he wondered what was going through his companion’s head as he kept his eyes locked with his, wanting to show at least a little bit of confidence. Bad impressions weren’t exactly his thing — but neither were good ones, really. As he opened his mouth to say something, a voice came over the speakers suddenly enough to startle him, another surprised gasp escaping his lips and his body twitching slightly as he put a hand to his chest. Under his breath, he mumbled a slightly audible curse as he attempted to listen to what was being said: “Next stop, Seoul—” That was all he needed to hear as he let out a sigh of relief, realizing this may be his time to escape from the source of his embarrassment.

Truth be told, Jongin did care what people thought of him. On the outside, he appeared indifferent and carefree, but internally, there was a sense of insecurity and a yearning to please others. Of course, showing this side in public was a weakness, so he covered it up with a false sense of over-confidence - bravado. The male near him did seem to care, too, but it was externally detectable. Abusing this sense of his character was fun for Jongin, and after a while, he returned his hand to his pocket. The other seemed to want to speak, but at that moment, a voice on the speaker's said the next stop, Seoul, and that not only his destination, but as he could tell, it was the ball of nerves standing beside him's destination as well. He spoke again, his tone emotionless. "Heading to Seoul, eh?" 

Eventually, his conscience internally began to nag at him again, Joonmyun’s face going almost a deep red as he lowered his eyes to the ground once again, biting his lip almost hard enough for it to bleed. 

Without looking up from his cellular, he deduced that the gaze was coming from beside him, and reasonably, he assumed it could belong to none other than the male who'd just spent his time flying into the young criminal. After a few moments had passed, Jongin looked up to meet the eyes of his admirer just as he licked his lips, which caused the taller male to raise an eyebrow in response. Sure, he had loads of false self-confidence, but he didn't actually think people found him attractive. Guess he was wrong; a mental note of this was taken. The boy beside him looked down at the ground, and Jongin took this as his chance to speak, so he did so, his voice low and clear. "It's not exactly polite to stare, but I'm flattered nonetheless."