Jungkook aggressively shut his car door. His disappointment grew when he realized that the loser who stopped at a red light had the same model of car as him.
How could someone with good taste be so dense? And so... hot? Suddenly, Jungkook wasn't so mad. If there was anything he liked better than beer and cars, it was hot people. And hey, who gives a shit about the damage? He could just buy a new car.
"Um, dude? Are you okay? Did you hit your head? I'm really really sorry! Even though it was a red light and you should've slowed down! Oh my God, you're not responding! Did I give you brain damage? Dude, snap out of it, I'm sick of pretending to care!"
The hot person's last words did indeed snap Jungkook out of it. Not only was he hot, they also shared similar values - not giving a shit. I need to marry this amazing man, Jungkook thought. Drivers were honking, since they were in the middle of the highway, but that didn't matter. This was giving a damn at first sight. This was something moving in front of Jungkook's eyes and blocking his vision. Maybe it was a white dove, indicating that he was in love?
"Hey! Are you going to say something?"
Oh. It was not a dove, it was the hot man's hand waving in front of Jungkook's eyes to get his attention.
"Hi", Jungkook said.
"What the fuck?", responded the hot one.
"Um, I mean sorry. What's your number?", Jungkook said. This conversation clearly wasn't getting any better. He's never been tongue tied like this before. It must really be a sign like in the movies. Or Romeo and Juliet? Nah, not those dumbasses - they died for nothing.
The hot man rubbed his forehead and sighed. Then he smiled.
"Give me your phone. And your credit card information, I deserve money for the trauma you inflicted on my car and the time I wasted on you. I'll text you", the hot man smiled again and Jungkook wanted to run over himself.
As the man opened his car door he looked back at the entranced Jungkook and said "By the way, I'm Jimin".
Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin drove off. Right, speeding ticket!, remembered our hero and went back into his car, stepping on the gas and playing an atrocious deep house edm trap remix of ABBA, perfect melody completely butchered. He was in love.
A.N
To the millions of readers of the first chapter, and the thousands of voters. After a short nine months there is a new chapter. Thankyou for reading and thank you to the one person who voted for this♡
