After a whole day of shopping and dating outside—you and dooshik finally decided to go back home after a tiring day. Its currently 8pm,no surprise thats theres traffic.. but.. the traffic was not just ordinary traffic. Its like waiting for 30 or more snails to cross the streets!

"Ugh...maybe we should've left early, hm?" Dooshik grunts. He then turned to look at you—who's sitting peacefully in the passenger seat.Its obvious the traffic is getting on dooshik's nerves, if it doesn't go away, there might be problems.