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@jimin p｡ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ “Taesun what in the hell is wrong with you?” Taemin hissed, trying not to raise his voice or cause too much of a scene as his brother dragged him along the streets. It was getting dark, but there were enough people out still that Taemin was paranoid about being recognized. He wasn’t dressed in his usual attire, donning a hoodie with some stupid rock band logo that his brother had given him and black jeans that seems to have more holes in them than denim. A black mask covered most of his face, and he knew the actual chances of being noticed were slim but he was still pissed that his brother decided to show up for some kind of bull vacation. He wasn’t in the mood to play host, and he loathed having his family come to New York like this. He didn’t believe for a moment that Taesun was here for anything recreational and it made him twitchy and extremely unsettled.

“Would you relax? You’re never this uptight at home,” Taesun grinned, as unapologetic as ever as he checked something on his phone, presumably the address of whatever person they were supposed to be meeting tonight. Taesun had sworn it was just going to be some harmless fun, but Taemin didn’t trust his idea of harmless or fun.

“That’s because I don’t have a ing career on the line at home,” Taemin pointed out irritably, shoving his bangs out of his face as his brother tugged him sharply around a corner. He knew Taesun didn’t care though, why would he? He had never really understood Taemin’s need to leave the family business, or to go as far away as New York for coming like cop work. He didn’t expect his brother to understand, but he had expected him to at least respect it. Apparently that was asking too much.

“Oh come on, I’m not going to hurt your pretty boy cop image, chill,” Taesun snorted, dragging them towards an abandoned warehouse where he could see what looked like a group of people already there with cars that even Taemin could tell were rigged to hell and back. “See? I got a couple of friends here in New York, I told you,” he said, finally letting go of Taemin to go greet whoever this friend apparently was that he’d arranged to meet. How the hell they knew each other Taemin didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He shoved his hands into his pockets in annoyance, deciding to stay away from his brothers little reunion and inspect the cars instead. He knew about the street racing scene in New York, it was a bit hard to be in law enforcement and not know. It wasn’t something he’d ever been up close and personal with though, because it was usually just a bunch of adrenaline junkies with too much of daddy’s money and not enough common sense. Taesun had been involved in it back in LA and that was the only reason Taemin was familiar with it at all.