"babe, give me just five minutes," he leaves a short but tart kiss on your lips, throwing a jacket over your shoulders. and then he runs away, quickly jumping into a car, the pride of his collection, expensive and beautiful, honda nsx concept gt. the door slams loudly and he, who did not have time to move second by second with the rest of the race participants, clicks and starts moving, leaving behind only a loud roar of the engine and a cold breeze.

the jacket you're wearing is his, an extra jacket from the trunk. he wanted to get you out of the house from your strict parents so badly that night that he dragged you out through the window from the second floor.

you've been dating for so long that it's hard for people around you to imagine you without each other. he never goes far away if you're in his circle; and your parents, even if they don't know what jungkook is really doing, still insist on your separation. they won't wait. jungkook is as crazy about you as he is crazy about speed and adrenaline. a chaotic acquaintance, a timid first kiss and a quiet giggle when he does not want to break away from you before you go home - something that he is not ready to lose for anything in the world.

the race lasts, of course, a little longer than 5 minutes. for forty minutes, until they drive around half of yokohama at high speeds and the hot tires of the racing cars packed with racing cars touch the finish line. you already know who's going to win. he can't afford to lose in front of you.

1... 2... 3...

with a loud roar, the honda nsx finishes first, drifting, dispersing guys who maliciously kick the ground, realizing that all their money bet did not make sense. jungkook laughs as he gets out of the car and grabs a large envelope with money from a starter-girl in a short skirt who winked at him.

"sorry, I'm late," jungkook runs up to you with his hands shaking a little from adrenaline and puts the money in the pocket of his jacket on you, "I hope you're not tired of waiting?"