born for this.
@zeroxmi
one of the most important things taemin believes joining a gang has taught him about himself is that he lives for adrenaline. he spends much of his free time seeking out those rushes that drugs and alcohol have just never quite accomplished for him. he doesn’t remember exactly how he met jongin personally, but it’s not hard to know about the millionaire’s ( or bajillionaire, taemin doesn’t know, all he knows is jongin’s dad is Loaded with a capital L ) son who takes over the streets in his races.
taemin may not remember how they met, but for a while now, he’s gotten into the habit of offering jongin trades for riding along on his races. taemin himself sucks at driving, so he could never survive driving the kinds of stunts and speeds jongin manages to make look easy. tonight, he leans against a brick wall as jongin’s sleek, million-dollar sports car rolls up and the window rolls down. “what do you want?” taemin asks without any preamble. “bombs, weapons, money, strippers, drugs? all of the above?” he grins, knowing and not caring that he sounds like an addict desperate for his latest fix. “let me ride with you on this race, and i’ll owe you anything.”
