Spotted: Jongdae & Jongin
It was dark when Jongdae left the skate park that day, the cool night breeze making him shiver slightly as it came into contact with the thin sheen of sweat on his face and neck. Both of his friends had already left with their arms intertwined and bodies pressed against each other, so he was alone as he walked towards the shortcut that would take him back to his apartment. What he wasn’t expecting, was to look up and see someone he knew counting a large stack of money in a darkened parked car. Jongdae was no stranger to the things that ran south of the law; his friends sometimes hotwired cars and he wasn’t a model citizen either. He had a shoebox under his bed of things that he wouldn’t want a cop to see, and sometimes he helped his dealer out with people on campus.
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.
After rolling down his black vehicle's window, Jongin nonchalantly rested his elbow on the window's sill, the money lying in his lap. This was a rather risky gesture, and it showed he had a bit of trust in the male that stood on the other side of the window, but, of course, not too much trust. For the most part, remaining calm in these types of situations was something at which Jongin was good, so whenever he saw his friend standing there, he kept his composure rather impressively. Plus, it was always best to appear as mentally stable as possible.
He spoke to Jongdae, his voice almost as if it was asking what was so out of the ordinary about the whole state of affairs. "Ah, hey there.. oh, you've been boarding, I see. That goddamn contraption is a fucking disaster waiting to happen, you know." The overwhelming amount irony in that statement was almost disgusting. "How's it goin'?" A quiet but rather dark laugh left his lips after the last three words left his mouth. He couldn't help it.
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."
