[ ✓ ] 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , seho .

four

four

Tonight would consist of running around town, sneaking into bars while trying to get in on whatever action the area had in store. As excited as Sehun's friends were, the boy himself knew that he'd ending up making sure the rest wouldn't walk into traffic and would more than likely have to drive everyone home. Sehun was a year younger than the rest of them, yet he oddly ended up being the most mature by far.

Sehun sighed as the black Audi he had driven in dozens of times before pulled into his driveway, the familiar faces of Chanyeol and Jongin peeking out the sides of the windows. Those two had always been the rowdiest, which meant they were the hardest to control.

"Why so glum, chum?" Chanyeol questioned as Sehun settled in the backseat next to Jongin. Sehun just rolled his eyes at the statement.

"It's almost two-in-the-morning, why so late?" Sehun asked as Yixing pressed on the gas, the car beginning to speed down the streets of the neighborhood.

"The cops are more tired at night, my friend. You'll learn." Jongin gave Sehun a friendly shove in the arm. He knew well that tonight would be more eventful than the last—it was Friday night, and Yixing was with them. That guy was often busy with other things, but if he were to tag along with the group, that meant they would inevitably be getting into trouble.

Jongin soon pulled onto the side of the road, parking the Audi right in front of an empty alley. Sehun had assumed that's where one of them would make their next drug deal.

The rest were quick to run out the car, Sehun slowly trailing behind, as usual.

"Hunnie, come on. Loosen up a bit," Chanyeol nagged, slowing down so Sehun could catch up to him. This wasn't the first time Sehun had been told to "loosen up." They always seemed to know how uneasy the young boy had been around them.

The group made their way down the rather empty sidewalks. Not many were outside at this time of night—but those who had been out seemed sketchy. Sehun was always uncomfortable around here, but he learned to get used to the danger around.

"This place good?" Yixing asked as they all stopped in front of a small bar. Sehun looked at Chanyeol, who was looking at Jongin, who was looking at Yixing.

"Sure," Yixing answered.

"Do you have the...you know," Jongin whispered in Yixing's ear. Sehun knew exactly what he was referring to. The fake IDs.

"Trust me," Yixing said quieter. "They won't ask to see it."

Every time they used them, Sehun couldn't help but feel guilty. It was a crime—one that he hated committing. And the fact that Yixing had even been selling them made him feel even more nervous being associated with such a man.

They all made their way into the crowded bar, showing the guards their fake IDs as they did so. They had all passed through without any altercation, just their luck.

Sehun always wished he hadn't become associated with the group on nights like these. It really all happened on accident—his older brother had always been close with the group, but that was when he wasn't in prison.

Sehun, being the young teen he was, was obviously interested in the adventures they would go on. It all sounded marvelous to Sehun—that was until he really got dragged into it all. Each time they would go out, he thought, maybe they'll come around. They'll calm down. But that never happened. In fact, each time, it would get worse.

Chanyeol was always the most active out of them all—always getting into fights, stealing, gambling—you name it, he's done it.

Yixing was the calmest next to Sehun when it came to action. He had been three years out of high school, but decided not to go to college. Although he was more relaxed, he was much more dangerous than any of the others. Selling fake IDs, for one, was a felony in itself. But on top of that, he would sell drugs, then use that money to help Chanyeol pay off his gambling debt. As bad as Yixing was, Sehun couldn't help but look up to him. He was a smart guy, after all, minus the crimes he committed.