Joon is a genius.
Joon had come to their rescue again. How he always seemed to pop up when they needed someone Minho didn’t know. Now he and Onew sat in Joon’s backseat, legs cramped because of all the junk in the floorboards. Most of it had been in the seat just minutes earlier. Onew was scowling. Minho could feel annoyance radiating off of him…No bond needed. Joon seemed blissfully unaware, as he sang along to the radio loudly. Finally, Joon seemed satisfied that they had driven long enough and pulled over.
“Onew….I’m not your driver y’know? You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.” Joon said, looking back at Onew and grinning.
“I didn’t ask for your help.” Onew said, through his teeth.
“Maybe not, but where would you be without it?” Joon retorted.
He had a point.
“Now I’m gonna help you even more, even though I shouldn’t. I’ve got a place you two can hide out. I wrote down the address for you.” Joon said, as he started to dig through the trash, clothes and…..whatever else on the passenger side the car.
“Oh shit. Where did I put it? This is why I hate cleaning up in here, I can never find anything!”
If this was what Joon’s car looked like after a “cleaning” Minho didn’t want to see it when it was “dirty.”
“You two get out so I can look back there.” Joon commanded.
Minho gladly scrambled out of the car, stretching his cramped legs. Onew did the same, looking decidedly less happy. They stood there in silence while Joon dug madly through the junk in the floorboards, mumbling curses under his breath.
“I know it’s in the car somewhere!” Joon said exasperatedly, grabbing a pocketknife from the center console.
“What’s that for?” Minho asked, confused.
“It’s not for either of you so don’t worry about it, kid.” Joon said.
It turned out, it was for the trunk.
“….You’re breaking into your own trunk?” Minho questioned.
“Yeah. For some reason the key doesn’t work.” Joon said. He opened the trunk easily, and Minho wondered if it was from practice, or if was really that simple to break into Joon’s car.
“Woah! How’d it get back here?” Joon exclaimed, picking up what looked like a crumpled napkin and handing it to Onew.
Onew frowned and took it between his thumb and forefinger like it was diseased. Minho might have laughed, if he hadn’t noticed what else was in Joon’s trunk. Pillows and blankets. Arranged carefully, unlike anything else in the car. Minho stared in disbelief.
“….Do you sleep in there?!”
“Not usually. But sometimes I get stuck out too close to sunrise.” Joon answered, running a hand through his hair.
Minho just stared.
“It’s a good idea, right? No light can get in there, and I don’t need air.” Joon was obviously quite proud of his….ingenuity.
“It’s ridiculous.” Onew responded flatly.
“Jealous. Maybe if you thought more like me you’d be able to get yourself out of trouble.” Joon said dismissively.
Onew growled.
“Anyway, I’m gonna get out of here. We’re even now, Onew.”
Onew nodded, and they watched Joon drive away.
“Does he really sleep in his trunk?” Minho asked.
“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Onew said.
Joon was a very strange vampire, Minho decided.