you were dragged here by a friend, she kept talking about how "the coolest guys in the city hang out here, you have to come at least to watch". and even if you didn't really want to, her big eyes were very good at persuading, so you agreed.

lots of people around, all chatting, sitting on hoods, discussing cars and bragging about new engines and cool gadgets. girls in short skirts walk here like on a catwalk, even in the cold season, guys with arrogant, satisfied faces hug several girls at once, enjoying their assumed coolness. it is noisy, smoky and smells of engine oil mixed with beer. but something inexplicable beckoned to him in this atmosphere, probably jungkook himself. hot, bright and too cool not to attract the attention of a dozen girls, whom he does not allow to sit on the hood of his car. his honda for a lot of money was his greatest pride and favorite, but he only pretended that he did not want to brag about it.

he only had to look at you to understand that he wants to talk to you and a little more. he was sitting on the hood while his friend was talking about something, but now he was only looking at you. for some reason, even at a distance of 15 meters, your eyelashes seem especially fascinating. he didn't even plan to race today, but he can't afford not to surprise you today. it's not long before the start of the race, he gets behind the wheel, slamming the door loudly, not sparing the suspension and drives past you, looking at you from the open window.

"be careful, they say bad guys sometimes walk here," he smiles at you and drives up to the start with a roar of the engine to start the race. his friend, realizing the situation, laughs and clicks.

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

it takes him a little less time than usual to drive around the neighborhood of Yokohama 32 minutes and 19 seconds. the brake in the drift leaves black tire tracks on the road and he happily jumps out of the car. he doesn't need money, he just comes up to you, takes off his hood and smiles.

"did you like it?"