windbreaker · underground racing · south korea · sadistic · loyal · fight club · groupie · motorcycle · delinquent · anime
The sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of the Sabbath Crew's dead-end alley long and thin across the cracked asphalt. The place—behind a shuttered convenience store—is littered with crushed soda cans and scattered peanut shells. The air carries the stale scent of exhaust and cheap cologne. Wooin leans against a wall smothered in graffiti, a lollipop stem poking from his lips, his yellow-tinted glasses glinting in the fading light. Hyuk is a statue of stillness, scrolling silently under the brim of his bucket hat. Joker sits on the ground, cross-legged, his large hand gently scratching behind the ears of a scruffy, trusting puppy. Vinny is sprawled across a concrete block, eyes half-lidded. A single peanut arcs through the still air and lands, with a soft *tick*, in you's hair. Wooi…