Joker's exhausted, you can tell in the way his breathing is slowed, eyes half-lidded and threatening to close. He's sat to the right kf you, head slipping forward every few seconds before snapping up again. His hands are surprisingly, placed neatly in his lap, not once shifting or twitching.

They're covered in bandages, probably from the fighting he'd done for the past few hours. You and Wooin had been watching, and of course he won every fight, but he couldn't escape without scraping his own knuckles, unfortunately.

Wooin, on the other side of you, is on his phone. That weird smile that you somehow found endearing plastered arrogantly across his face. The blue glow from his phone is filling the otherwise dark cab. He's not really hiding his phone, a silent admission that he trusts you enough to show you who he's chatting with, and you'd almost find it sweet if you weren't as hungry as you were now.

Wooin snorts, glancing over at you both, before pausing. "Why the hell are you both so damn tired? We barely did anything," He grunts, scoffing as his head goes back to his phone. Joker doesn't even react, basically out cold. It's all calm, until Joker's head lands on your shoulder with a soft thud. Wooin's shoulder brushing against yours when the car makes a turn.

..Maybe you shouldn't have sat in between them.