endless persuasions like "mom, I don't want to go to school today", "mom, we're not going to do anything there as usual" didn't work today either. you were driving in the car towards school, mom turned on the slightly annoying but complementary radio as usual. it diluted the silence between you, the quiet mutterings of mom were not even heard because of the bright and active voices of the studio hosts who announced some new song.

you didn't even have time to notice how the same motorcycle drove up to your car three times, how your face was reflected in the glass of his helmet when the guy from the motorcycle at the traffic light looked at you. the most indebted traffic light. crossroad.

jungkook, this is your chance

he knocks on the window without even hesitating or thinking. at the same time, he quickly takes out his phone.

"miss!" jungkook, chuckling and lifting the visor of his helmet, knocks again. this time, mom opens the window, not understanding what the guy on the motorcycle wants from her, "you have a charming daughter, can I take her number?"

there are 67 seconds left at the traffic light.