killers sometimes pick up hitchhikers
some hitchhikers are killers
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The engine started, smoothly as it should. After fixing it for days, the black Camaro worked like a dream again. Hoseok switched the gear to reverse and backed off from the front yard of his boyfriend's - now ex-boyfriend's - house.
"That bitch," he cursed with gritted teeth while slamming his foot to the gas. The car jerked forward and started going fast. He had just seen his best friend with his boyfriend - ex, like already said before. He had always known that he couldn't trust that girl and that his boyfriend had been only pretending to be gay to get attention. Fake ass bastards, both of them.
Thinking that he should do something that surely would cheer him up, Hoseok drove to the main road and started driving. The sign next to the road said that he was going to the highway. Not unfamiliar for him, he had taken this route many times before, often after occasions like this.
He opened the roof of his car and felt the wind starting to blow his hair that was a bit too long and messy.
He turned on the radio and started humming along to some song that started playing. Though he didn't know the song, he still knew the lyrics because the song was so overplayed. He never really liked pop songs but this one was not yet bad enough to make him change.
It was still early in the morning so he was almost the only one using that road. Some cars rode past him to the other way but that was all. He was quite happy about it because that meant he could drive as fast as he wanted to.
He went past a speed limit sign that said 70 miles per hour with 80 in his meter but he didn't care. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal even harder and switched the lane to go past some crappy ass Nissan that was going barely the speed limit. Hoseok switched the gear to the highest and the tachometer went down but then continued rising up as well as the speedometer.
Then he took his foot off the pedal a bit and let the car to slow down to the eighty it had been. He didn't feel like driving off the road yet. That had been why his Camaro broke down previously. He had gotten mad to his boyfriend, left furiously after a fight and then rode off the road. Partly on purpose. That was probably why his boyfriend cheated on him and was now his ex - he found Hoseok's temper hard to handle.
Hoseok put the cruise control on and looked at himself from the mirror above him. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to mess it up so it wouldn't look as bad as it was. Some even more popular pop song played and he didn't even feel like singing along even though he knew all the words. It was getting really annoying to hear the same songs every time the radio was on. He switched to the CD-player and immediately started drumming the steering wheel with his fingers as Brown Sugar started playing. He was grateful that his father had left him some old CDs when he died. It was always much more nice to listen to old classics than some hit songs from the radio. You never got bored of them.
When he focused his eyes on the road again, he saw a figure standing on the side of the road. As he got closer - and slowed down a bit so he wouldn't just pass with the maximum speed - he noticed that the figure was a man who was holding his thumb up. A hitchhiker. You could say that Hoseok had a common interest in hitchhikers. Thoughts flashed in Hoseok's mind and he knew that this was the one he had been waiting for. Today might be a good day after all.
He pulled to the side of the road and stopped a bit after the hitchhiker. The guy started running towards his car and Hoseok looked at him from the rearview mirror. The male was probably about the same age as Hoseok, in his mid-twenties. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, similar to the black one Hoseok had, and ripped, black skinny jeans. He looked like he was straight from Australia with his tanned skin and surfer hair.
