yoongi's pov
i dive into my car, pulling my black beanie that i'd left in the car the day before over my damp hair, tucking in loose strands of my fringe all while switching the engine on, blasting the air conditioning and turning on my music.
with one hand on the wheel, i drive off as i fastening my seat belt, jamming to kendrick lamar's DNA.
"youz'A YOUZ'A YOUZ'A BITC-"
"incoming call from sejun"
"fucking hell. wHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT JUN"
"the fUCK I WANT? YOURE AN HOUR LATE FOR FUCKS SAKE YOONGI HE'S HERE."
"i'm oN MY WAY, NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME DRIVE HOE!"
"call ended."
"for crying out loud that littl-"
"1 message from sejun."
"Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee"
i scoff, realising that he had sent me a shakespearean insult.
"whatever."
at the stop light, i grab my bottle of perfume stowed away in the compartment at the dashboard and spray some on my neck and wrist.
"damn i smell like a whole snack" i think to myself, accelerating slightly, as the light had turned from red to green.
i wind down the window, breathing in the fresh air and feeling the cool wind against my cheeks.
all of a sudden, the car in front of me screeches to a halt, and i jam my left foot down on the brake pedal as fast as i can. but its too late. my car crashes so hard into the trunk of the car in front, that the hood of my car springs open, billowing smoke.
"well, shit."
